Chapitre 8: [8]
"How long will it take to reach Tatooine?" I asked the pilot droid.
"Seventeen rotations Sir." The pilot droid replied to me with Friday's voice and I realized she took over the ship for me.
"Thank you Siri, I'll be training my magic until then." I replied to the droid that Siri was currently wearing, as I stood up from my seat and walked towards the door that swished open for me.
Sitting cross legged on the floor, while taking my grimoire out of Charmcaster's bag letting it float in front of me while I rested my hand against it, closing my eyes feeling the flow of energy within it.
Concentrating on the energy within myself moving it into the grimoire, feeling the energy run through it and back into me with knowledge on spells, rituals, enchanting and various other magic disciplines and their overlaps.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again…but goddamn, I love magic!" I whispered to myself while levitating up into the air with a small flex of will power and intent.
Straightening out my legs floating down a couple of feet to the floor of the cargo bay.
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[Sir, we will be arriving at the planet of Tatooine in two hours and thirty minutes. Would you like me to park at a SpacePort or at the outskirts of the city?]
"Take us to a Spaceport." I commanded Siri calmly.
[Affirmative Sir.] Siri replied to me and I pulled up a Chinese food commercial using a custom holoterminal I modified using Upgrade, to make it so the images had a full range of color, instead of the blue light ones that was pretty much the standard in anything Star Wars.
I grabbed out shrimp Lo-mein noodles, to eat for dinner and almost immediately started chowing down, using telekinesis to operate my fork and feed myself with.
'I'm a total boss with this magic thing.' I joked to myself as I figured it was mostly the charm of luck and keystone that made it seem like I was so adept at magic, when I'm probably mediocre at best.
Once I was done eating I waved my hand over the empty Chinese food carton, using a vanishing spell on it, which sent the carton into non-existence.
Pressing a button, which made the holoterminal get swallowed up by the table and then have the table sink into the floor, as I got up off of the black square booth that folds out into a bed.
'I definitely want to get myself a larger ship, something where I can have a devoted bedroom…maybe an XS Stock Light, like the one my main character got in my TV items ff.
"A light freighter might be too big for just me, plus I want to steal the Scimitar…but maybe a large yacht would be best for me." I muttered to myself while trying to figure out what spaceship I want.
Feeling the ship vibrate as it touches down on the ground.
[Sir, the owner of this spaceport is requesting 1,000 unmarked credits or 25 Peggats for a daily docking fee.]
"Send out one of the B1's to pay the fee, please Siri." I ordered Siri as I went and grabbed the crates of Spice, Gems and precious metals, storing them away in Charmcaster's bag.
Tapping the faceplate of the nanite reactor, feeling a wave wash out over me as a form fitting armor…came into being.
Looking at myself in a mirror, I found I disliked the hot rod red and gold accents.
"Siri, can you change the colors to gold, red and black, please?" I asked my ever helpful A.I.
[Affirmative, are there any other alterations I can make for you at this time, Sir?] My A.I. replied to me while waiting for any more requests.
"None at this time…and the coloring is perfect." I told Siri as the change in colors was almost instantaneous.
'Sweet, I kind of look like the Iron-Hunter armor, but mixed with the muscle-like aesthetic of the L armor.' I thought to myself as I went to the elevator that would take me down into the cargo hold, while mentally commanding my two beefed up and modified B2's to follow me around as escorts.
"Siri, have the B1'S and Droidekas guard the ship." I commanded and through my HUD saw them activate and follow me out of the ship two Droidekas remaining in the ship at the cargo ramp, one rolling down and setting up in front of the ramp while B1's patrolled around it.
The owner of the space port I landed at looked at me in both fear and greed as I passed him by while he asked my droid what other services I needed.
'Tch, like I'd need services from you, my ship runs on ARC reactor technology now and only needs a miniscule amount of hyper matter to travel the entirety of the inner core, mid rim and outer rim territories thanks to Galvan science and engineering.' I thought to myself while feeling a sense of pride at the accomplishments I made with both my Galvin and Galvanic Mechamorph transformations not to mention the progress I've made at honing my magical skills.
One of my experiments with magic was making a magically expanded space inside of a crate. It took a few hundred tries but I finally managed to complete it successfully three days ago.
'I should try and find an over shoulder bag or one of those thigh pouch things, to make my own magic bag now that I have the principles of the spell and enchantment work hammered out.' I thought to myself as I walked towards the nearest gambling den ducking into an alley handing off the hover crates of Spice and Gems to the two battle droids and then moving to continue to the gambling den.
"Time to test out the Charm of Luck." I muttered to myself with a smirk in my voice and on my face, which was hidden by my nanite armor, as I walked into the gambling den looking around the room seeing multiple people looking over at me and my droid escorts.
"How can I be of service to you sir? And may I request that you relinquish any weapons to our security team and have your droids wait outside." A Twi'lek woman said to me as she came over to greet me wearing a sexy and protective leather bikini type ensemble.
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"I have some refined Spice, cut and polished gems and precious metal ingots, to be exchanged to peggs, once that is taken care of my escorts will leave." I informed the woman who tried rubbing up on me running her hands over my chest plate.
"Of course sir, please follow me over to the exchange." The Twi'lek informed me while hanging off my arm as we went to a caged area that had those protocol droids with those large ugly bug eyes operating within it.
"BZ-7093, We have an exchange...Spice, precious metals, along with cut and polished gems from the Mandalorian." She told the droid who nodded and signaled to two Gamoran's the large green orc looking things to open a sealed door that allows a droid hover skiff to come out.
"Please place the crates on the droid skiff, we'll inspect and estimate the values of your merchandise, honorable Mandalorian guest." The droid told me while I signaled my B2's to place the crates on the droid skiff.
Five minutes later the droid BZ whatevers, eyes flashed dimly.
"Sir, we have estimated your merchandise to be valued at the equivalent of 7,500 Peggats…would you like to convert this amount into chips to be used at our luxurious facilities?" The droid asked me.
'Huh, that's more than what Siri said they were valued at…then again the Spice is probably in high demand. I should send half of it back to the ship to use for the Pod Races.' I thought to myself as I decided I'd split the amount in half and have some fun gambling while making sure I had a safety net of money stashed away on my ship.
"Convert half of the value of my product to chips, then hand over the other half to me in real currency…I take it the house cut has already been taken out." I told the droid who nodded to me and handed me a set of trays one holding the circular Hutt Currency and the square tokens used here at the gambling house.
"Droids, escort this back to the ship…" I commanded my droids and noticed Siri, dispatching five B1's and one Droideka to my location, to help escort the money back to the ship safely.
"Rodger, Rodger." Both beefy droids replied to me while I took the rack of chips and went to the slot machines with the same Twi'lek hanging off my arm.
"You can go back to your work now." I told the Twi'lek woman as she was starting to bug me, by hanging around.
"This is my job, protecting my house from turning into the sight of a massacre, when some bantha fodders think they can take on a Mandalorian and take his armor." She replied to me as I sat down in the chair and the Twi'lek woman sat next to me and pressed herself against me.
"I thought you were one of the Hutt slaves." I replied honestly to her as she rubbed herself against my arm.
"Hahaha." She laughed seductively.
"It's because of how I dress isn't it?" She asked me and I nodded while putting my 25 Peggat token into the machine and pulled the lever.
'Its a little sad that the slot machines are pretty much the same as back home.' I thought to myself as I got the grand royal, buzzers went off all around us and chips came pouring out of the slot machine.
"Damn, I won…and yes a little bit…I thought the Hutt's owned all of the gambling houses on Tatooine." I replied to her as she quickly moved to collect all of my tokens and add them to my tray for me.
"Siri, was that you?" I asked the A.I.
[Negative, but I did detect this and the other slot machines are programmed to only have a 10% chance for the minimum reward and a 0.1% chance for a maximum reward.]
'Not surprising.' I mentally replied to Siri and saw the amazed look that the Twi'lek proprietress was giving me.
The tokens just kept pouring out of the machine.
'Hell yeah Charm of Luck coming in hella clutch, I can't wait to hit some casinos back home.' I thought to myself as I closely watched the Twi'lek woman put all of my tokens in the large tray.
[Sir, I detect a 1000% increase in hostile intentions towards you. Should I activate instant kill mode?] Siri informed me.
'No, I'll be fine Siri…thank you.' I replied to the somewhat over zealous A.I. while seeing the Twi'lek woman rubbing along my inner thighs with her hands.
[Affirmative Sir, a reminder by my calculations, the Queen of Naboo and her entourage will be arriving on Tatooine in seven hours.] Siri reminded me of the Queen's progress to Tatooine that she's been monitoring.
'I've had my fun here…time to go.' I thought to myself as I stood up grabbing the heaping chip tray and started towards the exchange desk.
"W-wait, why don't I comp you a room and you can continue to enjoy your time here?" The Twi'lek woman said to me as she desperately grabbed my bicep, making me look at her and then around the room.
'Alright this is interesting…if she's trying to play me…I'll take it out of her ass.' I thought to myself as I decided to play this out.
"Why?" I asked her coldly, making the Twi'lek woman quickly back away from me and collect herself.
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