"How do you use a Dragon Pearl as a lightsaber crystal?"
"What?" Dooku was confused for a moment and then looked at the orbs still illuminating the room. Even the black ones still 'glowed' somehow.
"You're supposedly one of the greatest Jedi to ever live, right? So you should know how to fit a fucking Dragon Pearl in a lightsaber. So what's the trick? Just lube it up and shove it in?"
The 'boy' stood up from the couch and was actually a bit taller than the old man. He grabbed a bowling ball sized black crystal and put it next to the black hilt, that struggled fiercely in his grasp.
"Be good, Kanya. I ain't gonna replace you, okay? I'm just using you as a size comparison."
"You can't be serious…" Count Dooku saw the two 'little girls' looking at him warily, but Asmodeus was clearly not intending to fight him at all. So he put away his lightsaber and sighed, "You just… Crush it. Compress the pearl with the Force. When the pearl is small enough, you need to polish it well and calibrate the focusing crystal properly… The larger the pearl, the more difficult the task of compression. If you aren't careful, the pearl will shatter and become almost worthless."
"Nice! Thanks! Hahahaha~!" Asmodeus tossed the ball back into the air and gave him a thumbs up, "So what did you really want from us? I'll tell you ahead of time, we don't murder innocent people. You want someone dead, they have to deserve it. Of course, anyone who tries to kill us is no longer a 'good guy', so they're free game… Well, not free, you still have to pay."
"You're… Welcome." The old man watched as the three of them put away their lightsabers. Asmodeus hung his on a strap connected to his brown pants, Shmi had her 2 foot long double saber dangling behind her ass like a tail, while Eldra just put hers back inside her metal leg.
"I've heard that you were building a Cruiser. If you need Droids, weapons or other furnishings, I can help you contact a few acquaintances… Or perhaps you would rather have something a bit more, formidable?"
"If you're talking about those giant donuts, no thanks. Still got PTSD from the last time I went inside one of those fuckers."
Asmodeus spread his hands and the glowing orbs spun around in the shape of a ring, vertically above his palms.
"Dooku, from my perspective, the Outer Rim is just as bad as the Core Worlds or the middle bits, it's all the same. The depravity, the sin, the evil… It festers and thrives everywhere. It's no wonder the Force always wants to 'fix' everything. But whether it uses vaccines, probiotics, surgery, nothing seems to work. If the Force itself can't 'fix' things, then how the fuck are we mere mortals supposed to save the Galaxy?"
"We might be mortal, but even one man can change everything." The Count smiled slightly, reaching out and pulling one of those small orange pearls into his palm, "You would be surprised how often this is the case. If not one, then thousands, millions, trillions. As many lives as it takes. For a better future."
The pearl floated above his palm as he clenched his aged fist tightly. The sphere was crushed evenly, compressed from a few inches in diameter until it was only about half an inch. Small enough to fit inside a lightsaber! Then he casually put it in his pocket and smirked.
"You're not wrong about that. It's happened countless times before. It's probably happening somewhere, right now. Some random dude is going on a crazy mission by himself and saving trillions of lives, maybe more. But… In the end, by saving one world, he'll probably end up damning countless others. Personally, I'd rather all the evil assholes just die and let the rest of us 'innocents' be spared their bullshit, but this is reality. In reality, the good guys usually end up turning into the bad guys and the bad guys breed more good guys. The never-ending cycle of bullshittery spins round and round."
Asmodeus snickered and then lined all the peals up in a row, making them float above and behind his head. From biggest to smallest, now there were only 13. Inside that spiraling vortex of the Force, all four of them seemed to 'see' a man. He had dark skin, short dreadlocks, a particularly prominent golden stripe across his cheeks and nose. He fought against some women in a dark swampy world…
"See, the Force knows what we wanna see. She understands us. Though she might also be trying to trick us. You never really know. It's a gamble anytime you see a vision. Might be something that saves your life or ends up killing you depending on how you act on that information. Right now she's warning me not to get involved… What about you, Dooku?'
"I hear…" Dooku frowned, "The voice of my Padawan. Cursing me. Blaming me for not saving her when she needed me most."
"She's right to hold a grudge." Asmodeus sighed and shook his head, looking over at Shmi and then Eldra. The two of them actually had tears in their eyes, especially Shmi, who sniffled a bit. Eldra was mostly just… Angry.
"There are always things we can do and can't do… It's best to hold the people we love as closely as possible. But sometimes circumstances don't really allow that. My daughter was just born recently… Now she's going to grow up as a Jedi. Even her mother is so afraid of the Dark Side that she's afraid to hold her newborn child. It's kinda silly really… But they'll understand when they grow up. It's still… Early. Right, Dooku?"
"Very early…" The old man chuckled and pulled out a Datapad from his other pocket, placing it on the table and turning around to leave, "I'm not ashamed to admit that I was wrong about you, Asmodeus. Come to Serenno when you have the chance. I'm sure there will be plenty of Noble Ladies in need of your 'services'."
After Dooku left, Eldra suddenly started cackling. Asmodeus looked over in confusion until she said, "That bastard just called you a schutta!"
"I mean… He's not wrong." He snickered and looked at the datapad that Shmi turned on, "But I have a feeling he's just trying to get my 'seed'. Oh wow, his niece is pretty hot though."
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