"You belong to me now, Shmi. So… Help me figure out where this helmet is really Beskar or not."
Even though Watto passed out from blood loss, they didn't leave. After all, there were plenty of useful tools everywhere in the Junkshop. Asmodeus had no idea what any of them did, but that's why he needed an unpaid employee who did!
"Right away, Master."
Shmi breathed a sigh as she smelled the stench of Toydarian blood in the air, but then again, she's seen much worse. The fact that she was able to persuade the handsome man at all made her a little more relieved. Even Watto would have punished her if she spoke up for someone else like that.
"This… I'm sorry, Master, but there isn't much Beskar in this helmet."
It only took her a few minutes to use some glowing scanning devices to figure out that the majority of the material was in fact Durasteel. With a little Chromium and Titanium. The Titanium here is a special type of metal stronger than Durasteel. Chromium was also a very rare metal, which had extremely reflective properties, capable of jamming various signals, while also being extremely durable. Both materials were used in Hyperdrives to resist interdimensional shift stress.
"However, even if it isn't Beskar, the Durasteel, Chromium and Titanium are still very valuable."
"I might not be a Jedi, but I also don't really wanna give a shit about money." Asmodeus shrugged, "Since it's not Beskar, then I don't really care what you do with it. The other shit can be sold or traded, I don't really care."
"Yes, Master…" Shmi hesitated for a while, before she finally asked, "Can I call you by your name?"
"Sure." He nodded casually.
"Asmodeus…" Breathing a sigh, she finally explained, "All slaves have a tracker chip installed in them. If we get too far away from our Masters, then… So if you want to truly own me, you need to have the tracker chip authority transferred to yourself."
"Do you know where it is?" He took a step forward and looked down at her thick brown hair, then her slightly aged face. She had some crows feet and cracked lips, but overall, she was still pretty good looking. At least for a human.
"I'm sorry… I don't know. If I knew, then I would have removed it a long time ago."
"So what you're saying is that as long as you can find it, you can take it out?"
"Yes… Master?" She flinched as he reached out with those sharp black claws towards her head! However, she ultimately didn't try to escape. There was no reason for her to run either. She didn't feel 'malice' or any sense of danger. It was just a little awkward the way he started parting her hair and his fingers tickled her scalp.
"I'm sure you probably already checked under your hair, right?"
"Master, I've checked almost everywhere. I've used scanners, not just looking with my eyes for surgical marks. The tracking chips are too small to see. It could be somewhere in my stomach lining or my bowels…"
"No, not your bowels… I can feel it. You're pretty close though."
"You can feel it with the Force?" She furrowed her brows and tried to look up at his face, not his tits, but it was difficult due to their size difference.
"I can feel the 'danger'. And there's a big difference in the way organic and inorganic objects feel."
"That's great… Wait, you want to help me take my tracker out? Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"
"Run where?" Asmodeus suddenly lifted her up by her armpits and sat her down on the big stone counter not far from his metal box, "You belong to 'me' now."
She looked straight into his glowing golden eyes and trembled, "Yes… Master."
"I can do whatever I want to you."
He wasn't asking for permission. Merely stating a fact. For that matter, he could do whatever he wanted to most people in Mos Espa and they would be totally at his mercy.
"But it's no fun if you can't resist."
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