"Will I regret it?" the voice of the base commander was heard. "Not likely. A pathetic Jedi. You are so predictable! You always try to save as many lives as possible. That's why you are so useless! You can't save everyone, you could have - most likely, destroyed us all by acting stealthily, but instead, you surrendered yourself, Lorm Decer," he spat out the name literally. "Hahaha! It's a shame, of course, that you are male. Jedi women are much preferable. Slender and beautiful, they sell for a lot of credits, much more than men. And to break them, Mmm..." the freak said dreamily. To break a Jedi woman? Given the upbringing in the Temple, breaking us is very difficult. To guarantee breaking a Jedi, one must ensure that they do not use Tutaminis and Crucitorn. These two Force techniques exclude electric torture and pain. You can try to break us psychologically. For example, according to the mentor, Padawans are incredibly valuable on the black market, their prices are comparable to those of starships. And there are options - broken girls, or not. As a rule, this is done in a simple way. All Padawans are virgins, and a girl can be broken by forcibly making her a woman... Although I think that with such an approach, there is a chance of falling. A very big chance! The one breaking might get smeared on the wall... In any case, it's not important now. The mentor got himself into trouble again because of me... It's my fault that we were discovered, I didn't make my brain work, filling it with a lot of unnecessary information at the moment. I have, damn it, a ship with stygium crystals! Yes, Plagueis, find out how I use it - only as a M.A.D. destroyer, not as an infiltration ship, I would have facepalmed myself to death. And Palpatine would have died with me... Okay, enough reflecting.
"You are cut off, Jedi," the Base Commander informed him. "Hahaha. Cut off!" I heard a dull thud, and not just once. The mercenaries took Lorm's lightsaber, put handcuffs on him, and made him kneel. "You can't call your own, nor kill us. Or no... You wouldn't kill us, even if you were free. All this nonsense of yours, that says: Jedi are forbidden to kill. It plays a cruel trick on you..."
"Pah," Lorm spat, most likely a clot of blood, since he had just been punched in the face. "These sensations," the teacher said unexpectedly. "So you are Gifted, but very weak. You weren't taken into the Order, were you?"
"Hahaha," the man laughed. "Smart, Hutt. You figured it out. However, why do I need your Order if I can get whatever I want here."
I peeked out from behind the tank, trying not to be detected. He walked up to a tall Togruta, one of the women who was naked. Tall, slender, beautiful. Her high breasts heaved, her breathing was calm. Her skin was red, and there was white pigmentation around her eyes...
"Right, Zela Diren?" he asked her. "Ouch..." the woman headbutted him. Wow. "Still not broken. How many times have I told you that your fate is sealed. And I planned to buy you, apparently - I didn't break you enough."
"Go to hell, Shoruk," the angry Togruta replied. "Give me a blaster, and I'll show you what I'm made of. Or are you scared? Or maybe you're proud of yourself for 'defeating' a Jedi. But your victory is worth nothing! Dirty tricks and absolute worthlessness."
"As always, sharp-tongued. Take this slut to my chambers," he pulled out something resembling a pistol. An injector. He pressed it to the mentor's neck and pulled the trigger.
"Oof. I don't like shots," Lorm grumbled.
"This isn't exactly a shot, Jedi," Shoruk grinned. "One signal, and your head will explode, understand? A special control droid!"
Ah, here's another reason why Jedi can't always bury a scoundrel in the nearest Star. Control chips, collars, good thing he's not using ysalamiri, otherwise we'd have incredible problems. Although, we already have them. He's weak, but Gifted. Did the mentor share this information with me? And that means... Pull yourself together, Light! No more miscalculations. Cloaking in the Force and thorough planning...
"And take the Jedi to the brig," the base commander waved his hand. "Don't bother me, I'll be in my quarters dealing with breaking this slut. Wish me luck, people!"
"Go ahead, boss!"
"You can tame her..."
"Ah, I wish she'd suck me off later..." a shot rang out. A dull thud of a falling body was heard. The girls and women who were impressionable shrieked.
"This is my property! You don't even have the right to buy her, remember, everyone?" Shoruk asked, putting the blaster back in its holster. "Throw his corpse into the incinerator. That's what should have been done first, and then killed," his muttering and the sound of footsteps were heard. The bandits hurried to carry out the commander's order. "By the way," he suddenly stopped. "Be extremely vigilant! This is a Jedi Knight, but possibly he is not alone. His Padawan might be lurking around here," damn it... How are you so perceptive? I wasn't prepared for this in the Temple... Wait, what thoughts are these?
I lightly slapped my cheeks. Pull yourself together, Light! This situation is entirely your fault. Life here is just as real, not a game. You have to pay for miscalculations, right? First of all - disable the security systems... Although no, I don't know how the chips in the sentient beings' necks will behave after that. There could be two options: paranoid and lucky. Paranoid. The bandits might have over-insured themselves, and if the signal from the security system stops, and the chips are definitely connected to it, a self-destruct protocol is initiated. Lucky - actually disabling it, and everyone is free. What to rely on? Luck? The Force? No! It's better to be safe and take the control panel from this Shoruk. Did he go to his room? I need to figure out the base plan... Rolling closer to the entrance, not the main one through which the recent actors appeared, but to the far one, I looked closely. Standard access cards. Guards walk by quite often. As for the route... The windows are tinted, so I can only guess what's behind the door... But I definitely sense another Sentient being, most likely in a sitting position. So one guard leaves the room to go outside... I looked at the datapad, approximately every ten minutes, he patrols part of the territory and returns to the room... And his route is not very convenient, always in plain sight. Hmm...
Through the main entrance - too many guards. I won't be able to slip past them all unnoticed. So - only this entrance, or I'll have to search more, but that takes time. Honestly - there was another option to return to the ship, but the interference jammer is not yet disabled. It's probably in that large antenna, I glanced at the antenna, get to it, disable the signal jammer, get to the ship, to surely amplify the signal. No, too long. So... I sighed and waited for the guard to leave the guardhouse. He walked towards the armored vehicle, going in a straight line and nodding to his colleagues. With a slight Force influence, he turned around the corner, behind the tank, to "see what's there." I acted instantly - instant activation of the lightsaber, which no one could have heard, because something in the opposite direction fell loudly... Shaking the boxes placed near the tank with telekinesis was not difficult for me... And these are tracked, old, probably older than me. Scuffed, but on the other hand - if there was a pirate landing, they would fight them off.
The blow landed precisely on the man's head, as I didn't want to spoil the clothes. With disgust, I dragged the corpse into the tank, and then, in the cramped space, I began to undress him. I've lived to see this, undressing a man in a tank. But it's good that they belong to the same corporation. So their clothes were more or less the same. Okay, who do we have here? I put on his clothes, carefully folding mine next to them. Alas, I couldn't put them on over mine, even though I'm smaller than him, the clothes didn't fit me... They were still warm, I should have sprayed them with antiseptic, because... I launched his datapad... An ordinary marginal, answers to the name Chu. What a sentient being, such a name. General information, more or less - I remembered. It's time to infiltrate...
I came out from behind the tank, taking a blaster in my hands, in which I recognized a scuffed DH-17 pistol, common in the Galaxy, almost like our AK.https://c.radikal.ru/c03/2111/c3/702db5ec674a.jpg
I tucked the lightsaber into my bracer. I slightly modified my bracer, adding a mount for the lightsaber, though I hadn't used it yet. I just made it just in case, and it turned out to be useful. But the tight uniform of Zerta's corporation mercenaries stretched slightly because of the lightsaber. However, a slight Force illusion... The Master teaches me a lot in between our misadventures. And now I started actively using it too, removing the cloaking, except for cloaking from sensors. Shoruk is weak, if I only hide my Giftedness, he won't understand that I'm here, nearby. And against his men, an illusion will work.
"Chu," the colleagues of the murdered soldier called me. "Did you hear anything?"
"Nah, guys," I shook my head. "I went to relieve myself behind the tank."
A slight suggestion. If Chu communicated differently, this technique wouldn't let them understand the difference.
"Okay, friend," the man nodded as his colleagues dispersed behind him. "Remember, you lost to me in the cantina on Tyran during your vacation. You'll be buying drinks all evening."
"No problem, brother," if you survive, you'll drink with a mirror," the next break, and we'll go.
"Good luck with the patrol, Chu."
"You too," I headed for the guardhouse. Opening the door, I ran into an older guard.
"Where have you been?" he asked me without preamble.
"Relieving myself behind the tank..."
"Don't let that happen again, Chu," the man growled. "If that Padawan of the Jedi is lurking around here, any such absence and you're dead."
"Have you dealt with Jedi before?" I asked the mature man.
"Correct," he nodded. "They seem like infantile impotents, without self-preservation instincts, naive and stupid idealists," am I so different now from those Jedi he dealt with? "But they are dangerous, Chu. Incredibly dangerous. There were fifty of us in the mercenary gang against a single Jedi Master. What was his name? Dupu? Dooku! That creature chopped us all into meat without breaking a sweat. And all Jedi can do no less than that Dupa," funny guy, I almost spat out my guts from laughter when I held back my laughter. No, he doesn't know the meaning of the word "Dupa" - that's for sure. But it sounds similar! In Polish, "Dupa" means "ass." And that's exactly what happened to his squad when they ran into Dooku... Total. It's not even funny, such a squad, more or less, and I can handle it. He got distracted by the control panel. "These idiots don't understand what's happening. They think they caught a Jedi, sent a Togruta to the boss to be broken, and that's it. But if a Padawan remained here, then..."
"Then, won't you tell me more about the base?" I interrupted him, using the Force, making sure the cameras were disabled. "Why are some areas marked in red?"
"What?" the old mercenary shook his gray beard. "Chu, what's wrong with you? It can't be... You're not Chu!"
"There's the Hutt," I cursed, pinning the man to the wall with telekinesis.
"Ugh," the man spat blood.
"Excuse me, I didn't notice the shelf," I grinned, as his body contorted in pain. The bookshelf dug into his back, and his spine could be broken.
"What do you want from me?" he asked.
"Answer my questions, old man, and that's it..."
"Gh... Alright, Jedi," he said quickly. "What? I still want to live. You're clearly going to kill everyone here, Shoruk hates Jedi and threw your mentor in the brig. Those who are in the brig, the torture team trains them every day, and they haven't had their training yet. Not yet..."
"Red zones," I gritted out. I don't know exactly when they will come here, because I disabled the camera with Ionization.
"That's where the 'second level' of guards is. The fighters are smarter, stronger, and they guard the cells with special slaves, as well as the quarters of the Boss and officers."
I displayed the image on the datapad in front of the old man.
"Which of these is the boss's room?" I asked.
"I don't know! I'm a first-level guard. To find out, you need to access the main security terminals. But they are all in the Red Zone..."
"Thank you for participating," I replied simply... Kill? If I stun him, maybe he'll wake up and tell everyone... Kill. Besides, I'm just killing. So what if he's unarmed. I'll give him a quick death... A momentary flash of the lightsaber ended the old mercenary's life. Two more guards flew into the room... Their eyes only widened in surprise, and I was already behind them, returning the lightsaber to my wrist. The mercenaries who flew in fell to the cold floor, each cut in two. "I've made a mess here, though," I surveyed the guardhouse. In general, it seemed to be connected to the main building by a tunnel. I looked at the stairs leading down, from where the guards had run out. I needed to go there, but until then, I turned my gaze back to the corpses. Hide them, thankfully there are wardrobes here. Just in case, I rummaged through the corpses, found a couple of credit chips with bearer accounts, and began packing the corpses inside the wardrobes. I can't guarantee no one else will come in here. And it's better if they think they went to the toilet, to the mess hall, or even to the slaves, rather than died from a lightsaber. So far, everything is going well... I need to continue.
Step, another step... Slowly, trying not to miss anything, I made my way through the dark tunnel to the main building. It wasn't completely dark, it was barely lit... There were no incidents in the tunnel, not even cameras. Just a dead zone, after which I found myself in a normal corridor. A patrol of guards passed by, and I tried to behave naturally.
"Hey, come with us to the mess hall," one of the mercenaries turned.
"I'll come a little later," I promised and turned in the opposite direction. I'm not an actor and I'll easily give myself away if I walk with them. Besides, the red zone was in a completely different direction. Walking down the corridor, I tried to behave as usual. I walked like an unprepared warrior, which I was... After so many training sessions, I couldn't help but notice small changes even in my gait... I walked like a regular marginal in my criminal gang's base... Slightly loose and careless. Three women were dragged past... Horror... They were all bruised, with traces of violence. One was missing an eye, her legs were broken, as were her arms... MONSTERS. I barely suppressed the desire to rush in and chop these creatures, who had driven sentient beings to such a state, into small pieces. But after I finish the mission – I'll go down here and cut them all out!
Hitting the stairs to the second floor, I froze. The elevator on the first floor was intentionally not turned on. Elevators started working from the second floor, where the red zone began, or the zone with the second access level... But how to get there? I could try to find the elevator shaft and climb up it. I can climb, plus the help of the Force... Or go and pass myself off as one of them... But if there are any checks at the post, I'll fail immediately... In that case, war with the entire base at once, or I'll be taken hostage too... My heart clenched. I need to figure something out. Suggestion against the old man didn't work, but will it work against smarter guards? No... I'll go look for the elevator shaft... turning right, I moved down the corridor... My eyes noticed the details, the base was kept clean and the walls and floor looked repaired. And here's the elevator... I stopped opposite the sliding doors... The elevator is off, but I can slide the doors open... Although such noise will attract undue attention. I could try to turn them on through the terminals, but I doubt their base will be poorly protected... A base, after all. In the end, I made up my mind. Slowly, with a creak, I made the steel doors open with telekinesis...
The elevator shaft presented me with another unpleasant surprise. Motion sensors! Those creatures are foresightful! After activating ionization a few times, I disabled them... Footsteps?! The sound of running feet was heard in the corridor. Hutt! Did they figure something out? I jumped into the shaft, clinging to the elevator's structure, which resembled scaffolding, and hid... Two guards activated the doors, which were literally instantly closed by me.
"What the hell?" one of them asked, shining a flashlight down. "Why did the motion sensors fail?"
"How should I know?" the other asked defiantly. "They calibrated them for us recently, and now... It's probably because the maintenance crew recently oiled the elevator devices."
"What idiots! First they replaced the sensors, and then they smeared the elevator with oil, so it runs poorly. And the oil also broke the sensors," the blaster light ran over the shaft, I pressed myself against the wall, praying to the Force not to be discovered. I'll kill them easily, but even two missing guards are already a problem. "By the way, didn't the doors seem strange to you?"
"What's wrong with them?" his colleague asked. "A couple of months ago, when you weren't working here yet, Sholdj and Zurk fought here. You know how strong Sholdj's blow is?"
"I saw..."
"He bends steel plates. So they didn't bother to replace them, like, why bother? No one uses the elevator from the first floors anyway. The boss is used to trusting only us, his close associates."
"That's true," the man grunted. "Shoruk was always like that. Alright, we won't report to the boss, let's go beat the brains out of the tech personnel."
The doors closed with a bang, and I exhaled. So, now to get up. And that was the easiest part of my mission today. Jumping, helping myself with the Force, I easily climbed to the second floor... I opened the doors with telekinesis as well, but the presence of a guard surprised me a little. Although why be surprised? I threw the guard who ran in down the shaft, only taking his personal identification card, which will help me walk around the base...
"What the Hutt!" a voice exclaimed when I jumped out of the shaft. "You're still..."
I instantly pulled the man towards me with telekinesis and cut off his head with the lightsaber... Ionization... How I love this Force technique. Hmm... Maybe I should take the card from a corpse whose head I cut off? After all, I can also take his clothes off. Without thinking long about the dilemma, I ran into the room from which the man had run out and began to take off his clothes. And the room turned out to have a surprise, it was clear why he had run out. A guard room with cameras! There's a detention cell, cameras in the slave barracks and... Even the subsequent floors! I switched from one floor to another until I noticed a room with "Boss" written on the door... Their boss is really crazy! But that's his problem... After changing again, I went to the elevator... Swiping the card through the terminal, I entered the elevator and chose the sixth floor, where the boss's room was located...
There was only one corridor here, and the guards were only in one place. I had studied all the places before using the cameras. Going upstairs, I calmly walked towards the guards, when one pointed a blaster at me... Did he realize?
"Something's wrong with him," he said to his colleague, who also pointed a blaster at me. Damn it, I thought everything would be simple. But nothing was simple... Sigh... I raised my hand slightly and pressed them both to the ceiling. The sound of breaking vertebrae was heard... More corpses to my account, but it's either me or them... The door opened, and I squinted slightly, getting used to the darkness. The entire base was maximally lit, and the boss's room, in defiance of the light, was maximally darkened. A huge bed, a double one, on which I felt the aura of a familiar Togruta... To the left of the entrance was a computer desk... The rest of the room was cluttered with weapons for every taste. Rifles, blasters, something from projectile weapons, and even vibroblades!
"Master Shormuk," I said to the naked man, who initially turned to me slightly.
A shot. Damn, I thought I could pass for a guard, but he shot his own! Completely brainless? I dodged the shot...
"I asked you not to disturb me! I almost broke her!" he exclaimed. "Die!" he shot again... "Stop! You're not from the guard! You... A Jedi? I feel the Force from you!"
Today is a day of amazing discoveries. An ordinary guard, sitting in a guardhouse, turned out to be a man with resistance to the Force. And I turned out to be an idiot who hammers nails, in my case, with a microscope, in my case, a modified "Star Courier" for sixty-five million credits!
"You're the second Jedi! The Padawan of that Knight... Surrender, or I'll kill your master!"
"Interesting," I grinned, drawing my lightsaber. "How will you manage that? The datapad, I see, is on the computer desk," I nodded to the left. "And you yourself are naked. If you rush here, I'll cut you in half."
"Bastard! Don't underestimate me!" he pulled a vibroblade towards him.
"Hmm..." I moved to the boss and struck him with a simple blow. Another blow, a second blow... He deflected them all. Agreed, he knows something. He moved the blade and left a scratch on my cheek, but he only scratched me, although a vibroblade could have cut off half my head, but I plunged the lightsaber right into his stomach.
"Ah," he sighed heavily. "Bastard... Jedi Bastard..."
Spinning the lightsaber, I deactivated it... And pulling his datapad, I deactivated the chips... The master should already... From a certain moment, I could faintly hear echoes of his pain, which he received from torture. But now that the chip is disabled... I felt a tremor... Yes, the master is free and, by the looks of it, very angry.
"Hey, I understand that I'm beautiful, boy, but maybe you'll free me?" a voice came from the bed.
I approached the bed and deactivated the handcuffs...
"Ha-ha, thank you," the Togruta smiled, rubbing her hands. Judging by the marks, he used a whip on her... "And you, little Padawan, aren't so bad. Lorm worked well on you."
"Do you know the master?" I asked, turning away from her.
"Why are you embarrassed?" the Togruta asked sharply. "Oh, I understand. You've probably never seen a woman naked before. But it's okay, your master won't mind if I thank you later. Zela Diren always repays services rendered..."
"Then..." my voice trembled, and I glanced at her body again. "Maybe... Better with money?"
"Payment should be commensurate with quality, boy," she put a finger to my lips. "You've provided a truly priceless service. I'll provide you with the same. But not now," she bent down so that my eyebrow twitched, taking out a blaster rifle, she kissed it. "This bastard took my baby. But it's okay, mommy is with you and ready to kill..."
Note to my brain... The master's acquaintances outside the Order are definitely some crazy personalities.
"Judging by the looks of it, Lorm is already having fun..."
The door opened, and three guards flew into the room.
"Boss, the Jedi has escaped from the detention cell and is killing everyone! We can't hold him! Activate the chip, please... Uh..."
The man, with a shot-through head, fell backward. I finished off the other two, pulling them with telekinesis and chopping them with my sword.
"What's next, boy?" the woman asked.
"I didn't know if I'd get to Shormuk's datapad," I sighed. "But I think – now we should clear this building of enemies... Besides, I need to slice someone into small pieces..."
"Into small pieces?" the woman asked slyly. "It's obvious you're Lorm's Padawan. Alright, go. I'll cover you."
We went out into the corridor, where second-level mercenaries were crowded. They were looking at the boss's room with bewilderment...
"The boss is dead!" one of the officers exclaimed and immediately got shot in the head with a blaster... They opened fire on us, I took a Soresu stance and began to deflect the shots, and Zela shot from behind me.
Finally, I got tired of it and, using my knowledge of Ataru, jumped over some of the mercenaries, finding myself in the crowd of enemies, in the middle of them. There were no covers in the corridor, and this became the decisive factor. I sharply shifted to the left, immediately killing a guard, turned around and killed his comrade... Jumping up, I spun in the air, decapitating two at once. Deflecting shots, one even returned precisely to the enemy... Closing in on another group. Shot in the back? I jumped over the man, causing the shots to hit him instead, a kick to the solar plexus of the next and finishing him with my sword, shifting to the right and decapitating him... I chopped and stabbed with the lightsaber, using telekinesis... Mercenaries fell and died, struck down either by my sword or Zela's shots... A sharp lunge, a man, struck down by Shiak, fell as if mowed down. I pulled his body and, using it as a projectile, set his clothes on fire with pyrokinesis, throwing him at a group of enemies. Their clothes caught fire, causing seven to stop firing and try to put out the flames from their clothes. I jumped up to them and put them down with two wide swings...
"What a show you put on," Zela giggled after the last opponent died from her shot. "A massacre, as it is. I saw your Yoda once performing something similar. He moved almost the same way..."
Nearly fifty corpses lay in the corridor. Most of them were on me, characteristic marks of the lightsaber testified to this. My breathing returned to normal, I examined my handiwork... Yes... This is how one can survive in this Galaxy. I must be strong enough to do this always...
"They deserved it," I grumbled.
"Completely agree... Well, shall we go further?" she asked. Another explosion sounded below...
The base was attacked from two sides. Heated, Lorm and Zela – we naturally destroyed the guards. The second-level, so to speak, elite ones – only caused problems for Zela, because they behaved smarter than ordinary soldiers, but for me there were no problems. Having destroyed the guards, Lorm and I met on the third floor, and then decided to destroy the transmitter and jammer... It's good that during my first visit to the guard room on the second floor, I thought of sending the communication systems for a "planned reboot"... As a result, we contacted the Order, and they promised to send Jedi Defenders, Healers, and Investigators... They also gave the go-ahead to take Mila Karnur with us.
"So, who among you is Mila Karnur?" Lorm asked loudly in the same square. The slaves were given some clothes and even allowed to wash. The master was not inclined to linger here, and I understood him. We had already lost time here, Tene went after Shillazh and Teyron. But who can guarantee that this pair won't escape from Tene, or won't appear next to us?
"Umm... Well, that's me," a pretty girl, whom I had seen in the holoprojector, stepped forward.
"You're coming with us," Lorm stated. "You're a Mechanic, right? You'll help fix the ship, you'll take parts from these losers to fix it," the teacher nodded towards the devastated base. "The rest – take shelter in the base, they'll arrive for you soon..." - well... Mila Karnur immediately nodded, stood next to Lorm, and shifted her gaze from me to him and back. The girl Mila was characterized as modest, trusting, and friendly... Some kind of hellish mix of an introvert and an extrovert. Modest, shy, but with many friends. And, honestly, she attracted me somehow, but how... And why?
"Will you take me, Lorm?" Zela's voice was heard. "I need to go to some planet..."
"Your last 'I need to go to some planet' ended with half the Hapes Consortium fleet chasing me! So..."
"Well, Lorm!" Zela exclaimed, approaching him. "As usual, from me..."
"No, go to the Judicial Forces ship," he shook his head.
"Then Light will take me," the woman approached me. "You won't leave a woman in trouble, will you... Lai-tik?" she hugged me and whispered in my ear. "And I know how to be grateful..."
I looked at the master, a tornado formed around his head, he shook it so actively from side to side...
"Umm... Well..."
"I knew you wouldn't leave me," she said, walking away.
"Oh, you idiot," Lorm put his hand to his forehead. "Alright. Student. We need to talk, let's step aside..."
We stepped aside... Or rather, we left. Lorm decided to talk further away from the base, in a gorge...
"Master?" I looked at Lorm. His grimace contorted with anger... "UGH!" I was slammed against the wall by telekinesis.
"You pathetic, worthless gizka larva! Light, damn it! What have you done, did your brains turn off?" he asked me.
"You..."
"About your screw-up! You have an invisible ship, and you keep getting exposed to different bandits..."
"But I thought..."
"You can't think yet! Drizm was your training, and you said you were proud of your knowledge of the ship, but in the end, your knowledge was enough not to die on landing!"
"But, master..."
"Silence!" I was slammed even harder. "Why can't you understand?! Or don't you feel it? You're almost like a son to me. Do you think I'd want my son to die because of his stupidity? Or be stupid? Understand, Light. Life is not a game, and you need to think through everything to the smallest detail. What were you so busy with that you forgot about the stygium coating? As always, you'll get away with saying 'I was thinking about the future'? What future, my slightly dim-witted student, you should survive the present! I expect you to reconsider your attitude, student. And reconsider it very soon, otherwise – the Galaxy itself will punish you."
At night, I was already sleeping in my own bed, in my own cabin. Mila Karnur and Zela, due to lack of space, we placed in the warehouse... What's surprising is that Zela somehow managed to convince Lorm, and we left together... How, I still can't understand. And I didn't need to, I was bothered by something else. We were really set up by my stupid actions... The master was right. Now I need to focus on training and become better. On missions and not screw up... And the future... It's constantly in motion... Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard.
"Not sleeping, boy?" I heard the languid voice of the familiar Togruta.
"Zela?" I asked in shock, looking at... Her curves. She was naked! Completely naked.
"I remember, I mentioned a commensurate service, get ready. Now I'll show you paradise!"