Chapter 19: Unnecessary

  “A’sharad! No!” The bald dude shouted anxiously as he sat up on the bed.

  “Prophetic nightmare?” I leaned back on the hard metal chair, watching the confusion fade from Sharad’s eyes as he turned to face me. It looked like a hospital. Or maybe a prison cell. Simple white walls, fluorescent lights on the ceiling, gray tile floors.

  “I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?” He closed his eyes and ‘felt’ everything in the room, then frowned and opened his eyes again.

  “What? Why so surprised?” I snickered and took a bite of an apple as red as my face, “Did you expect to wake up in the belly of a giant monster?”

  “Yes.” Sharad responded succinctly, looking down at the scar in the middle of his chest and then over at my glowing purple tits. I mean, armored pecks.

  “I’m Amon Kal by the way. Though I’m pretty sure you already figured that much out.” I tapped his sternum with my left index fingernail and asked, “Do you wanna keep this? I can make it like you never got your ass kicked by my baby girl.”

  “A scar on the chest isn’t shameful.” He said something that gave me flashbacks of a certain green-haired pirate hunter.

  “Fine by me.” I leaned back in my chair again and took another bite of my apple. The taste was better than I remembered, but then again, those apples from the grocery store were nowhere near as fresh and perfect as the ones I grew myself.

  “Is this Mos Espa?” Sharad asked.

  I smirked, “If you can’t tell whether we’re in a city or the middle of nowhere, then your Force Senses are a little fucky now, huh?”

  “Fucky? I have no idea what that means.” He was genuinely confused, “My connection to the Force is… Different. Something has changed.”

  “No shit.” I snorted and pointed at his chest, then his flesh warped and opened up. He gazed down at what I was doing without the horror I expected, but just a sense of curiosity. Kinda lame.

  Even when he saw that his heart was covered in a purple carapace and red worms squirmed around the outside of his lungs, he just breathed calmly and asked, “It has been a while since my biology classes in the Jedi Academy, but would surrounding my heart with armor not cause issues?”

  “I mean, it depends on how flexible the armor is…” I poked it with my fingernail and there wasn’t any damage, but the material was still able to flex and move freely. I smiled as I put his sternum, pectoral muscles and flesh back into place within a few seconds, “Anyway, I’ve been working on Rancors lately. The way they can reflect and resist blaster bolts. In the off-chance you get shot in the heart by a blaster in the future, you should be able to survive for a little while at least. Realistically though, it’d be better to have external armor as well. Especially if you’re dealing with Zergling claws or lightsabers.”

  “It is not everyday that a man gets stabbed in the heart by a lightsaber.” He clearly didn’t seem too concerned, just focused on studying my face instead. After an awkward silence, he looked at my apple and asked, “Do you have any other fruit?”

  “Fuckloads.” I chuckled and stood up from the chair. Walked over to the door and opened it. Outside was a beautiful grassy plain. Hundreds of huge green trees were filled to the brim with apples, oranges, pears, apricots, peaches, plums, walnuts, almonds, nectarines, cherries and a few other types of tree fruits that I pulled from my memories. Like lemons, limes, bananas, coconuts, et cetera. Yes, it was a single tree that grew all those different types of fruit. It was way simpler and more efficient that way, right?

  The grass smelled amazing, the birds chirping were annoying but familiar, the cute deer were prancing around in the field, plus some cute doggies barking, sheep and goats, even cows and horses… It was a beautiful verdant valley in the mountains of Tatooine.

  “Incredible…” Sharad walked out into the field and looked down at the grass between his toes, “How is this possible?”

  “Oh, so now you’re impressed?” I rolled my eyes and complained, “Is it really that difficult? Sure, it might be a little hot, but how hard is it to adapt some plants to the desert climate? There are plenty of deserts in the galaxy that are just as bad or worse than Tatooine. A lot of them have plants and animals living there.”

  “That is… True.” He calmed down a bit but still seemed pretty interested in the serene nature of this little paradise I casually created the past few days, “Where do you get the water from?”

  “Hydrogen and oxygen are literally everywhere.” I raised my palms towards the sky and clenched my fists. The hydrogen and oxygen in the air was separated from the other elements, then condensed. With a flash of purple lightning that startled the guy, not to mention the woodland critters, the gasses fused into two balls of really hot steam. The steam rapidly cooled and turned into a small amount of water. It was kinda sad how little water was created, but what I did was just a simple and easy trick.

  “Obviously I don’t make the water myself. And there are loads of other methods. But the fact is that water is everywhere so long as oxygen and hydrogen exist in the atmosphere.” I tapped my right foot on the grass and a bunch of tiny Zerglings buzzed their wings, scattering in different directions. Then the ground split open, revealing a toothy gaping maw. The pink tongues whipped around and a little beak chomped onto my big toe.

  “Is that a Sarlacc?” Sharad obviously recognized the creature. Then looked around his own feet cautiously.

  “Found this brat deep underground. Apparently there are pockets of underground jungles, lakes and rivers all throughout the planet. Personally, I don’t think it’s very surprising at all.” I shrugged, “You’d think somebody else would’ve figured it out by now.”

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  “Perhaps they have, but the information was intentionally hidden.” The bald Jedi sighed and shook his head, “Never underestimate the greed of a Hutt.”

  “Or a human.” I reached out and a pear flew into my left hand, then I dropped it down into the baby Sarlacc’s mouth. It stopped biting my toe and started eating the fruit happily. I chuckled and kept walking next to the naked dude, “By the way, did you want clothes? My Drones washed, dried and repaired your Tusken outfit. It’s back in one of those cabinets near the bed.”

  “That would be nice.” He smiled wryly and looked over at the small, simple building. There were large and small Drones floating around, placing metal sheets, wiring and pipes. They were trying to build a house. Or maybe a tower? I’m not totally sure.

  After Sharad went back inside and got dressed up like a Tusken Warlord again, minus the mask, he came back outside to ask, “Why did you bring me here? What is it that you need from me?”

  “I already got what I needed from you, and your son.” I smirked and noticed his hand moving towards the hilt on his right hip, “Don’t worry. I just needed blood and tissue samples. I still need more naturally Force Sensitive creatures to know for sure, but I’ve basically confirmed my theory already.”

  He frowned, “Your theory?”

  “My theory about Midichlorian density and what makes some Midichlorians different from others…” I grinned, “Basically… Some Midichlorians fuck. And the ones that fuck and reproduce more are the ones that will cram inside a single cell and stay there. As long as I can figure out how to get the little bastards to keep fucking in the clones though. It’s so annoying.”

  “Clones?” Sharad furrowed his brows and scowled, “Amon Kal… There are consequences to toying with life. Many civilizations in the past have learned that lesson the hard way.” He sighed and shook his head, “Aside from that, Midichlorians are not everything. They are not the Force, merely an indicator that someone is sensitive to the Force. You are putting the cart before the Bantha.”

  “I know that. The Force won’t let me cheat so easily.” I groaned and spread my hands, “But there are fuckloads of Species that are naturally gifted when it comes to Force Sensitivity. So there’s definitely a way to mass produce them.”

  “Why?” The Jedi looked around at the garden I casually created, “With your talents, you could make money. Buy anything you wanted, including Force Sensitive slaves from across the Galaxy. Why bother creating them?”

  “Why bother making your own lightsaber?” I waved my hand and my fancy purple and black Zerg-saber hilt flew into my palm from a random bush nearby. It squirmed around, before straightening up and chittering in irritation.

  *Tshaaaaaah~!* The black blade erupted from the maw of the hilt with a roar and blocked the crimson blade that ignited at the same moment!

  “Seriously.” I rolled my eyes and easily overpowered him with one hand. Sending the dumbass skidding across the grass before his back hit the thick trunk of a giant tree, “No amount of training or Force fuckery is gonna allow you to kill me.”

  “Your arrogance will be your downfall, Amon.” He suddenly disappeared in front of me and a moment later, I felt a searing pain through my chest and abdomen.

  “That’s some bullshit.” I grumbled as my top half started sliding down diagonally, but then I took a breath and tendrils emerged from the two severed halves. Whether inside or outside, the armor, organs and flesh that were sliced through were rapidly reorganized and repaired. I turned around and saw him looking back at me in shock, “Should’ve aimed for the head.”

  I swung my saber upwards and deflected his blade, then to the left, the right, still only using my right hand while he had to struggle to put a lot of weight and Force Strength behind every blow. There was just a massive difference in physical strength. I didn’t just make myself look like this for kicks and giggles, okay? It’s not just aesthetically cool looking.

  “You can move at supersonic speeds in short bursts.” I had my suspicions at first, but actually fighting against the dude, I realized that it was more than just moving faster. He was slowing me down, mentally and physically. It was like he had a special aura that kept me from using the Force against him. I couldn’t even prevent him from Force Pushing me a few dozen meters into the metal wall of that house my Drones were building. My back left a big dent in the metal and it hurt a little, but the damage was fixed within a few seconds. Uh, not the damage to the house, the wall was still fucked up. I mean my body.

  “You’ve got a higher Midichlorian count than I do… Only slightly though. Probably decades of experience more than I do… And formal Jedi Training.” I spoke calmly as I walked over towards where he was breathing calmly and waiting for me with his red blade pointed upwards at an angle. He held the hilt out in front of him and closed his eyes as if he was meditating or some shit.

  “Your Midichlorians are the horny kind though. Mine are just lazy prudes.” I frowned and used my left wrist to block his lightsaber, but it cut right through easily. My armor could resist blaster fire but for some reason it did nothing against his lightsaber, specifically when he was wielding it with the Force helping out.

  “You’re making it harder for me to heal myself.” I watched him knock my hand away with a kick as his blade swiped towards my face. I lost a Zergy dred, but was able to parry the blade with my own. The Force I concentrated into the weapon wasn’t affected as much by his influence. I could still easily block and parry his attacks. I tried kicking him, but he cut my left foot off.

  “Ow.” I frowned and pulled back, rapidly regenerating the lost hand and foot.

  “You treat this as a game. A test of my abilities.” Sharad opened his eyes again and it almost looked like they were glowing a blindingly bright yellow, but I know they weren’t. At least not in reality.

  He moved forward and swung his blade down hard enough that my legs bent slightly when I blocked. My armored feet dug into the dirt, the ground trembled under us. The air was so thick and heavy. Almost like I was getting crushed under the gravity of a much larger world than Tatooine.

  “Countless Sith have fallen to the Jedi because of their hubris. I do not believe you to be evil Amon. But you are still far too young to understand just how dangerous of a game you play.” He breathed heavily with the lungs I gave him, his heart beat more rapidly, I could feel it inside his chest. There were countless Zerg parasites and larvae inside his body.

  “I understand a lot better than a guy who let his family die while running around the Galaxy, saving random strangers.” I snickered and pushed the blade aside, reaching out and grabbing him by the throat. My claws clamped down hard enough that his neck was bleeding from the sharpness of my fingers.

  “Is that really all it took to fuck up your mental state and weaken your connection to the Force? Bringing up your homeworld and the family you lost…” I sighed and shook my head, tossing the dumbass onto the grass, “Like I said. It’s impossible for you to kill me. At least not in this situation. In this place.”

  As I spoke, the ground trembled. Huge tentacles and meaty towers erupted from the mountains around this valley. Spore Crawlers and Spine Crawlers were completely surrounding this little paradise. Otherwise there would be all kinds of Tatooine wildlife showing up to make a mess.

  “What are you going to do with me? With my son? With this world?” Sharad probably understood the situation pretty clearly. That’s why he made a desperate attempt to try to kill me while I was letting my guard down. Not probably, definitely. I knew, because we were connected now. He was infested.

  “I need Overlords.” I took a step forward as he sat there and looked up at me, his roaring lightsaber turning off at the same moment as mine.

  “Overlords?” He didn’t understand.

  “Yes, Overlords.” I snickered and pointed at his bald head, “You’ve already been a Warlord for a long time, so I’m sure you’ll make a great Overlord too!”

  “I still don’t understand what you-Ugh~!” He cringed and dropped the lightsaber hilt onto the grass. Looking up at me, Sharad pressed his left hand on his chest and begged me, “Please… Spare my son.”

  “Oh don’t be so melodramatic. I’m not a monster.” I snorted and couldn’t help laughing as the man screamed in agony, writhing on the ground as his body was contorted in various scary looking angles. Purple creep oozed out of his pores and his whole body was quickly covered by a thick purplish-red cocoon.

  “Master… Is this truly necessary?” Prima walked over next to me, her upright body towering over mine.

  “Were those necessary?” I pointed up at her scaly brown tits, all four of them.

  “More defined pectoral muscles were useful.” She used her four claws to squeeze her scaly chest muscles, “I find them aesthetically pleasing.”

  “Anyway, his kid and Tusken buddies are definitely gonna try to save him. You should go capture them before they run into Lingling.” I handed her my lightsaber after she picked up Sharad’s off the ground, “I really don’t want Lingling to die. But she’s becoming a problem. If you accidentally kill her, it’s not a big deal.”

  Prima actually managed to scowl, “It would be a big deal to me.”

  I patted her on the waist, “Then try not to kill your sister.”