After the T-6 Shuttle landed on the dunes, the two Jedi walked down from the metal ramp very calmly. At least, Kikha was calm, her Padawan felt nauseous and a little dizzy from all the spinning earlier. Even so, the purple Twi'lek girl struggled to control her emotions and follow after her Master's brown cloak.
*Pew~!*
*Bzzt~!* The blue blade easily deflected the red beam back towards the blaster pistol in the Chiss man's right hand! The metal melted and his entire forearm was partially vaporized!
"Aaaagh~! E chu ta!"
The grizzly sight caused the Twi'lek girl to cringe and quickly turn away, "Master…"
"This is a lesson you must learn, Daesha. Even if we simply wish to… 'Disarm' someone, the results are often not as peaceful as we originally intended."
"Master Kikha, I think the real lesson might be that I should train my deflection technique more seriously."
"Eh-hem…" The Nautolan woman cleared her dry throat and explained, "No amount of training will allow you to know exactly what will happen and make everything go perfectly. You must accept that people do make mistakes. The important thing is what we do afterwards."
They walked forward to the man who was still screaming and cursing them out. There were still pieces of bone and flesh that weren't completely vaporized or melted, but the main problem was that he was still bleeding.
"This will hurt a bit." As she said that, Kikha casually swung her lightsaber at the man who backed away, then fell into the hot sand as the rest of his arm was sliced off cleanly at the shoulder!
"Aaaah~! Schutta! Jedi whore!"
"Shh…" The blue woman turned off her lightsaber and placed it back on her hip, then she waved her hand and asked, "Who are you and why were you attacking us?"
"I'm… Greef. I'm a Bounty Hunter… I work for Jabba the Hutt, mostly… You're looking for that whore, Giza. Jabba put a bounty on your heads."
Kikha looked over at her Padawan and sighed. The girl was looking down at the severed, mutilated arm on the sand and biting her lower lip. Clenching her fists and shaking.
"Tell me. What happened to Giza?"
"What else? Hahaha! That dumb Twi'lek thought we had her daughter all this time! Hahaha~! She was caught snooping around, so Jabba got pissed! He only wanted to teach her a little lesson at first, but maybe he got bored of the whore after so many years?!"
He seemed to snap out of the manipulation due to pain and rage, glaring at the crying little purple-skinned girl, "Even after being Jabba's toy for all that time, I gotta say… Your mother had such a nice, tight cunt! We all had a ride! 'All' of us! Hah~! She kept begging and crying! Waah~! Please~! Don't hurt my daughter~! Hahahaha~!"
"Shut up!"
"Ack~!" The blue-skinned man was lifted off the ground by his throat and had his back slammed into the hot metal cockpit of his ship. He gripped his neck with his remaining hand and struggled to breathe, as the air itself seemed to be crushing his throat from the outside.
"Daesha!" Even Kikha was angry when she listened to what the disgusting bastard said, but she was shocked when she felt such rage, fury and 'Darkness' swirling around her Padawan. The girl reached out with her left hand and squeezed tighter while clenching her teeth, blue blood dripping down her lip from where she was biting earlier.
"Daesha! Release him! Now!"
"He raped and murdered my mother! They all did! I saw it! Like I was there! I saw it! I saw them laughing! I tried to forget! I tried to forget those horrible nightmares… But I can't! They just won't go away! Forever in my Lekku!"
"This man might be a monster, but you are not!"
Kikha walked over and placed her blue hand on the hyperventilating girl's shoulder, "Please… Don't surrender to the Dark Side. Face it. Vanquish it. But never surrender."
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Master…" Even in the exceptionally dry environment, tears still poured from those big green eyes as Daesha put down her arm. 'Greef' had already passed out from blood loss and strangulation, but at least he was still breathing as he fell face-down onto the hot sand.
"Come on. We need to hurry up and escape while we still can." Kikha breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw her Padawan finally calm down and control her emotions to a certain extent. Then she looked over towards the distant sky and frowned, "We need to leave the Outer Rim. We can deal with one Bounty Hunter, but hundreds?"
"What about him? Does he just… Get away without any punishment?"
"We're Jedi, not judges or executioners. Unfortunately, we also have no jurisdiction here. We can only report this situation to the Jedi Council and they will make a deal with the Hutts… There's not much else we can do… I'm sorry."
"I… I understand, Master. I'm sorry for… For everything."
"Don't be sorry. Just, learn from this experience and grow stronger. One day, when you become a Jedi Knight or even a Master, you'll understand that all of this pain… This suffering was merely a test we needed to overcome in order to reach our full potential."
"Yes, Master. I'll, I promise I'll do better. I'll never give into my wicked impulses again."
After they walked back up the sand dune, up that extended ramp and into the side of the ship, a loud explosion sounded behind them! A heat wave washed over them and blew their hoods off, making their tentacles whip around in the wind like hair… They looked back and saw the molten wreckage of the ship.
"Ummm… *Cough-cough~!*" Kikha smiled wryly at Daesha and shrugged her shoulders, "Well, the Force works in mysterious ways."
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