"Nightly Encounters"
By: Raeila Mullerin
Zion Xandler

Location: Yellvin, New Plouton
Date: Niothe 24, 4 ABY

***

Once again, the dream came. It was as it had been the first time it invaded her mind - frightening, vivid, engrossing. Each time she saw Ferrig's body reduced to dust, she screamed, just as she did now. The only difference this time was instead of waking up with a cold sweat drenching her clothing, the dream retained its hold on her. She dropped to her knees in the sand and frantically clawed at it, ingathering a large mound of the miniscule grains, the only remains of her brother.

Raeila wept onto the banked sand girded by her arms, calling out her brother's name and hoping her tears would moisten the dessicated remnants of him and reinvigorate her dear Ferrig. It all proved futile, for nothing happened but the wind coming in and stealing the sand from her, once again scattering it across the vast desert. Her cry now was bitter and piteous as she watched her brother torn from her embrace and forever gone.

"Ferrig! Ferrig, no!"

The grip of the dream loosened and slowly, regrettably, consciousness began returning to Raeila, yet still she called out to her brother, knowing she would receive no reply. She sobbed into the plush pillow upon the bed for a long while, then finally slipped out of bed in search of something to soothe her hoarse throat.

The marbled floor was cold against her bare feet and the thin nightgown she wore provided little warmth as she moved about the house. The hallway was darkened and with how unfamiliar she was with the layout of the apartment, she already found herself completely lost. Her hands groped along the wall to guide her through the hall. There appeared to be no panels with which to activate the lights, none that she could feel and certainly had no chance of seeing if they did exist. As she slid her hand further along the wall, it brushed against an obstruction in her hand's path. The object toppled to the ground and made a startling crash that resounded deafeningly throughout the hallway.

Raeila cried out and leapt back. She'd broken something, that was for certain. She only hoped she hadn't awakened Zion with the clatter, but as light suddenly filled the corridor and stabbed at her sensitive eyes, Raeila knew it was too late to hope for such a thing.

"Lights at 20 percent!" Zion ordered as the lights became more dim. "Better?" he asked as he had noticed that the initial strong lights had confused Raeila. He had just finished his work and the transaction had already been made to his account, making him a little richer, and had heard Raeila as he was about to lie down.

On the floor laid broken pieces of a stone statuette that he had. It was easy for him to see that Raeila was preoccupied with what she had broken. "Don't worry about it," he reassured her. "But be careful not to cut yourself on the broken stone pieces..."

"Sorry. I was thirsty and...I didn't know how to turn on the lights." She backed away from the shards of ceramic littering the floor and brought her hands up around herself to fight off the chill running through her from her feet. "I'll help clean it up. Do you have a broom or something around here?"

"No need really. The astromech droid will do that for us instead," he said as an R5 unit appeared to clean the shards on the floor. "As for the lights, my dear, they are voice activated..." Zion said as he neared Raeila and placed his silk robe around her, seeing she was cold.

"Voice activated?" Raeila accepted the offered robe readily and pulled it tightly around herself. "We don't have that sort of thing in the desert." Raeila frowned. "Did, I mean."

"Well, here we do..." he smiled. "So, whenever you wish to turn on the lights you can just say so or you can order automatic lights, which means that the house lights turn themselves on depending on which house division you're in automatically. Hey, I was about to go get something to eat. You want somethin'?" he asked her.

Raeila shrugged. "A drink, if that's okay." She looked back at the broken statue, the pieces of which were already being collected by the droid. "I really am sorry about that. Did it cost a lot?"

"Nah, not really..." Zion said as they went into the kitchen. "So, what did you want to drink? I got lots of different stuff..." he said as he opened some sort of a refrigerator and looked inside it.

"Juice will do." Raeila seated herself upon one of the stools lined adjacent to the counter and folded her arms atop the marbled topsurface. "I just wanted to thank you again for letting me sleep here. The bed's really nice."

"No sweat!" he said with a grin as he took the juice and some kind of brownie with a white top. He handed Raeila a glass of juice and cut a piece of the cake for himself. "You feelin' better? I mean 'bout the bruises and all..." he said as he looked at her, even though her nightgown covered the bruises underneath the thin silk.

"Bruises, I can handle. It was the broken ribs poking into my vital organs that was a little hard to tolerate." Raeila sipped slowly at the juice, then set her glass down and looked around the kitchen. "Your place is amazing. Too bad you live here alone. I bet any girl would jump at the chance to live in a place like this."

"Thanks... I guess good places are hard to find, even though I got this one easy," he said. "But I kind of like livin' alone, ya'know? I mean, I can set my own rules and stuff... No questions or explanations to be answered or given. Plus, I find most girls to be too much pokey and wanna know everthin' 'bout my life and what I do, and that can be a hassle in my line of work, know what I mean?"

He then looked into her eyes. "But don't take me wrong, kitty-cat, I didn't mean you were like the other girls that have come by... Just don't turn into one!" He laughed. "I guess life can be pretty tough in the desert, huh?"

Raeila shrugged. She idly ran her finger around the brim of the glass. "It can be if you don't watch out for yourself. Besides, I had protection there. The gangers knew to stay away from me or else there'd be trouble. Unfortunately, the same thing isn't true about this place. If this were Thanatos, I wouldn't have spent three hours in the hospital tonight."

"Maybe, but then again it was only because you had protection that you could do well in Thanatos. But I guess that some areas can be pretty hard around here too. Just gotta learn where to go and where not to..." he told Raeila. "But you're safe now... Anyway, if you had all that in Thanatos why did you choose to make it in the big regoin?"

"I had no choice," Raeila replied grimly. "I wasn't welcome anymore, so I left. If I'd stayed, I would have been subjected to endless criticism and derision. I'd rather take the beatings I get here than stay in Thanatos and realize my friends are no longer my friends. It hurts less."

"I guess... New friends come easily and in your case I guess most men would want to be more than just your friend," he said, not being able to hold it back and only then realising what he'd said. "Sorry... I didn't mean to imply anythin'... You're a good person, has anyone ever told you that? I can tell."

Raeila snorted and shook her head emphatically. "You wouldn't be saying that if you had seen me operating in my element. The desert makes you aggressive and violent...and I guess looking back on all I've done in my past, I deserved what happened to me in that alleyway." She smiled at Zion and added, "As for your implication, you're right, you know. I know I'm attractive and any man would want to be seen with me at their side. But all they want is sex. I'm a prostitute and after a long day and night of selling myself to men, it'd be nice to have someone to go home to who's interested in more than my body, and who wants nothing more than to just...talk. You know?"

"Yeah, I guess... Although I wouldn't wanna share my woman with another man's pleasure! But I guess I can be a little jealous when it comes to my girl. Anyway, you're engaged so I guess he's okay with it, right?"

"Well, he hasn't been bothered by it before. But I don't know if he'll still be okay with it knowing I share myself with Wetters now. See, in Thanatos, they don't like to mingle with you Wetters, and anyone who does is a traitor." Raeila looked sullenly into her glass and trembled. "That's why I came here. I'm a traitor. I've been with a Wetter, been to their lands. I'm tainted now. My own brother won't even associate with me."

Zion frowned. Raeila had been with him and then she had suddenly popped out in New Plouton, and now this traitor story. "So I guess I'm to blame for that..." he concluded. "That's ridiculous! What the heck is wrong with us wetters, as you put it, to make you hate us such?!" He then sighed and raised up a hand. "I don't mean you... I mean those in Thanatos."

"You enslaved our land, our planet. Tae'Karada was once a desert planet and your people came and flooded it with water and subjugated the Kir'Thana," Raeila replied fervently. "We live the way we live today because the Wetters stole everything from us. That's why we hate your kind." She closed her eyes to rein in her emotions, then sighed and looked up at Zion. "Sorry. It's not you, Zion. I know it was your ancestors who did this to us, but hatred this strong doesn't die. I personally don't hate Wetters, not particularly." She laughed wryly. "I am one of them now, after all, according to my brother. It's just that we've been conditioned to hate your kind. It's the way it is."

"And I guess it seems fair to blame what happened ages ago on those who were here and those who arrived, right?" Zion stated crossing his arms. "So you would prefer to live with no water and the such? All desert like Tatooine... C'mon Raeila, you don't really think it was better then, do you? No plantlife, no food, no water. Call it progress if you want!"

He then took a couple of steps away and laughed. "I don't know why we're even discussing this! It doesn't matter now and it sure ain't gonna change anythin'... So what do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Raeila laughed softly and shook her head. "Zion...what exactly do you think is going on here? I mean, I thank you for being so good to me, but...I just don't want you thinking there's more going on here than there really is. You allow me into your home, pay for my medical treatment, now offer to spend the day with me, it would appear. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Zion?"

"Is that an offer?" He grinned. "No, seriously. I was thinking we would get you a decent place to live in but that might not just show up from thin air. Besides that, we're not going to spend all day goin' lookin' for apartments anyway! So I was wonderin' if you'd like to do somethin' in particular or not..."

"As...acquaintances, I accept. I'm even open to sleeping with you for money if you still want that. But nothing more. I...I can't." Raeila craned her neck to gaze up at Zion, and almost strained it doing so. He certainly was tall. "We can have breakfast tomorrow morning and then you can help me find a decent apartment. Okay?"

"Sure thing, kitty-cat! But I don't think I could sleep with you and payin' to get it. But never say never!" he smiled. "Well, I'm pretty tired, so I'm goin' off. You okay? Need anythin' or have any doubts about how anythin' else works?" he decided to ask her before going off to his room.

"All I need is the lights." Raeila thought about it for a moment, then to appear less ungrateful than she had been thus far, she slipped off of her chair and moved to Zion's side of the counter. With a grin, she pushed herself up onto the countertop and almost succeeded in being able to look upon Zion at eye-level. She slipped her arms loosely around his neck and kissed him tenderly. "Thanks for everything," she whispered.

Zion kissed her back and smiled. "No problem! See if you can catch some sleep, okay? If you need anything, I'll be in my room... Don't worry 'bout wakin' me up if ya need to!" he said as he slipped his arm across hers and headed out the door.

"And don't worry about slipping into bed with me, just remember the creds!" Raeila called back after him. She pulled up the hem of her nightgown and laughed as she flashed Zion some leg. As long as she was in New Plouton, she would need some regular customers who wouldn't beat her when they were done, and from what she could determine just by the cursory look around the house she'd gotten, he certainly could afford her.

"You never know..." he laughed back as he raised an eyebrow at the sight of her legs. Raeila was indeed a gorgeous woman. Too bad he couldn't have her as an exclusive. Zion wandered off to his bedroom and laid down, closing his eyes upon that thought.

---

"Broken Wings, Part 1"
By: Kallia Brael
Yelara Zaneth
Yara Brael [NPC]
Leshie Zaneth [NPC]

Location: Corellia
Date: Niothe 24, 4 ABY

***

They sat in a sun-dappled clearing on a blanket spread over the soft, mossy grass. They'd found the place the day before, and decided to come back with the babies and a picnic lunch today. It was a beautiful day, made more so by each other's company. Leshie was laying on the blanket, kicking his tiny feet happily while Yara was trying to crawl across the blanket toward mommy.

The scene warmed Kallia like nothing ever could. Sharing this time with her love and their children was a greater joy than she ever thought she could know. She smiled at Yelara who was nibbling from a plate of food and watching her.

"I think Orinth was sad when we told him we were bringing the babies with us today," she said. "I think he likes having them with him."

"It's only for the day, and besides, even though he would never admit it, he does need a break from them." Yara clumsily grabbed for Leshie's foot and ended up only falling flat upon her stomach. She whimpered and her lips pouted, but before she could break into her distinctive shrill sobs, Yelara scooped her up and rocked her soothingly. "Do you think our children will grow up thinking they have two mommies? I hope so, Kal. Sometimes I feel as if Yara is mine as much as she's yours."

"How could they not think that?" Kallia said with a smile. "And, they do. They're both our babies, just as they're both Liam's babies." She touched a finger to Yara's nose, and Yara quickly tried to grab it. "If you're not careful, my little dear, then you are going to end up right in that plate of mashed stuff. That would be worse than a dirty diaper, I think." Yara gurgled and Kal laughed. "We're all one big family."

"Last year, I don't think I could have imagined us like this, Kal. We're suited to motherhood, don't you think?"

"And taking to it like nerfs to grazing," Kallia said with a large smile. "I never would have believed that I would have a baby and be happy and fulfilled. It's amazing how wrong you can be about things."

Yelara chuckled bitterly at the thought of how many time she'd been mistaken in her life, and in particular how foolish she was to believe she loved Dargue and he, her. Oh, how wrong she was about that. "I think I wouldn't mind another one, once Leshie's older. Would you want one? I mean, Liam's capable enough of providing..."

Kallia smiled and felt her face blushing slightly. "You wouldn't mind? Me having a baby by Liam?"

Yelara kissed the top of Yara's head. "Nope. It's strange, as jealous as I am, but I don't think I would mind."

"Well, we'll see what happens," she said. "And, besides, you know both Liam and I love you more than anything. You know you don't have to worry about me stealing him away from you." She kissed the top of Yara's head where Yel had kissed, and then kissed Yelara's lips. "I want to look for cottages today."

Yelara smiled serenely. "Our own little place... We can take a nice walk with the babies and have a look around. They can even help us choose," she said with a laugh.

Yara let out a squeal and tried to grab Yelara's nose. Kallia watched her daughter, filling up with so much love as she did, and laughed. "I think she likes the idea."

"She's feisty, just like her mother!" Yelara kissed Yara's pudgy cheek, then handed her to Kallia to free her arms for Leshie. He fidgeted irritably and whined, but once Yelara pulled down the top of her dress and Leshie found her breast with his mouth, he calmed instantly. She gazed down at her son's blue eyes, the eyes that were Liam's and was reminded of him all too quickly. "Why hasn't he contacted us, Kal? He said he would..."

"I'm sure he wants to, love," Kallia said. "He's probably busy. Plus, getting the timing for a call from Tae'Karada to Corellia has to be tricky. Maybe we can try to call him tonight. We can surprise him."

"I'm just worried. He'll be going after Dargus..." Yelara held Leshie more tightly to her and nestled her cheek against his head. "What if something's

happened? Kallia...I can barely sleep at night I'm so worried about him."

"We'll try to get ahold of him tonight," Kallia said softly. "Everything will be fine, my love. Liam's very strong in the Force, and not even Dargus can touch him. But, we'll call tonight and we can spend a long time just talking."

Yelara nodded and smiled for Kallia's sake. "Once I speak with him, I'll be alright. And once Leshie's done, we can go find our new home."

With Yara held close, Kallia smiled at Yelara. "I was doing some reading on the public net last night, and they seemed to have some nice ones just up the road." She looked down into her daughter's large, brown eyes. "I'm glad you're not hungry too or we'd never find our new home."

Yelara laughed, finally feeling her concerns lessen. "I think no matter how heavy your hungry little girl gets, Leshie will still love her...to some extent. But just in case, ease her off the breast, my love."

"Oh, I'm sure they'll love each other as much as we love each other," Kallia said. "Though, I'll have to feed her again later. She was certainly hungry when we got here though. Speaking of hungry, the way Lesh's going after your breast, he's gonna leave nothing but a desiccated husk."

"He's a growing boy!" Yelara said in her son's defense. "And he's like his father, remember? He's a breast-man too."

Kallia giggled. "Oh, I know it," she said. "I was holding him last night, and he nearly gummed his way through my shirt to get at a nipple. I have to be careful not to pick him up after I've showered or he'll leave nothing for Yara."

"And nothing left for Liam," Yelara added. "Well...when he gets here. And he will get here soon. He will. I have to believe that, Kal, and when we speak to him today, I'll know it to be true."

"Oh, he'll assure us," Kallia said. "Everything will be fine again. You'll see. He loves you, and he'll come back to you really, really soon."

Yelara smiled wanly at Kal and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, my love. You hear that, Leshie?" She looked down at her son, and her smile brightened. "Daddy's coming soon. Mama Kallia says so, and she's a Jedi. She knows these things."

"And, she knows that we'll all be happily together soon," Kallia said. "And, we'll have our new home all to ourselves. I've never had a family before. Not like this." She took Yelara's hand in hers and smiled. "Me, you, Liam and the babies. It's going to be right."

"And Grandpa Orinth coming around to meddle and trying to convince me to divorce Liam." Yelara smiled fondly. "I can't wait."

"Oh, but then he'll see Liam with Leshie, and he'll know that Liam belongs with us, and his son," Kallia said. "I imagine even Orinth won't be able to resist smiling when he sees them together."

"They are cute together, aren't they?" Leshie gurgled and kicked his feet excitedly as Yara squealed. "Just as Leshie and Yara will be when they're sleeping together in their own room in that new cottage." Yelara grinned at Kallia. "Let's start looking now. I want to find one by the end of the day, my love, so we can have it all ready for when Liam arrives."

"You get the babies settled," Kallia said, "and I'll put the picnic away."

Yelara giggled as she carefully laid Leshie into his carrier, then Yara. After they were secured, she scrambled to help Kallia gather up the blanket. "Should we get a big one, or a little one? Oh, it definitely has to have a garden."

"Big," Kallia said with a smile. "Especially if we're gonna be having more like those two. Not too many though. But, I think it'll nice to have space in our home. A cottage though. Not some mansion. Just nice and cozy, for the five of us, and more if they arrive."

"When they arrive." Yelara laughed at Kallia's look, then picked up the children's carriers and backed away towards the path. "And they will arrive, Kal! With as happy as we are, it would be selfish not to share it with anyone else."

Kallia laughed happily and slung the picnic supplies around onto her back. "When they arrive," she echoed. "Now, let's go find that home for our babies, present and future."

***

Yelara wrinkled her nose in distaste and strode directly past the dwelling without halting. "Definitely not this one," she said. "I liked that one we saw awhile back. The one with the swing on the porch, remember? And I hadn't realized how far away our neighbours will be. At least we can be as vocal as we wish without receiving complaints."

"Or have some urchin with macrobinoculars trying to get a peek in our window," Kallia said. "At the first place, did you see how that boy watched us? He's got a pair of macrobinoculars stashed away for spying on the neighbours. I think lots of space is going to be good. The more the better."

"Especially in the bedroom. We'll need an extra big bed for the three of us." Yelara squinted at the next cottage up ahead. "That one looks cute. We should check it out if it's for sale."

"Oh, that one's really cute," Kallia said as they approached. "And there's a sign in the window. Oh Yel, I think it is. We have to look inside, and I know this is the one."

"You think?" Yelara looked down at Leshie and smiled. "What do you think, Leshie? Do you like this on?" He gurgled and bounced in his carrier, giving Yelara as emphatic a response as she could expect from a two month old baby. "Kallia, I think this might just be the one."

Kallia laughed, and led the way up through the door. There was a lingering sense of wrongness, but her excitement overrode it all. How could they not choose this place? It was their future. "I love it!"

"Oh gods... It even smells beautiful!" Yelara closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the aroma present all around them. "It's flowers... It must be the wildflowers outside. Oh, I've got a good feeling about this place, my love."

"Yes," Kallia said as she gazed around the front room of the cottage. "It's perfect. We have to go find the person selling it. We have to sign the papers. It must be ours today!"

Yelara laughed at Kallia's enthusiasm, but hers was quickly being stimulated by the gleam in her lover's eyes. "Let's go find them then. Let's go find them and make this our home, Kal." She kissed Kallia warmly, then giggled and started for the door with Leshie. "I think Liam's gonna love this place."

"He is! He's going to absolutely--" The sudden onrush of dread nearly sickened Kallia. The impending sense of trouble slammed into her like a ship smacking hard into the atmosphere. "Danger," she whispered. "Outside." She reached out a hand, and her lightsaber jumped out of the pack with the remains of their picnic. "We have to find a back way out."

Yelara felt suddenly cold and instinctively cradled Leshie's carrier in her arms, close to her chest. "Kallia... My love, what's wrong?"

"I sense danger," Kallia said as all of her Jedi training snapped her focus into place. "There are a lot of men outside and they're here for us." The colour drained from her face and a visible shudder ran through her body. "Dargus' men."

Yelara groaned in anguish and staggered back into the wall. The jostle startled Leshie and triggered his most piercing, grating cry. Yelara barely noticed. Her mind blanked for a moment and her body froze, but soon the reality of the situation impacted her. "Oh gods...Kallia! Kallia, no! What do we do? Oh gods, what do we do?!"

"We find a back way out of here," Kallia said. "We get out, and we go as fast as we can. We get to the Kestrel, and we get out of here. We'll signal Orinth as soon as we can. We want to keep him out of this. We don't want him involved. We have to get away, Yel. We can do it."

Yelara nodded dumbly but remained where she was with her back to the wall. "The babies... Kallia, they can't have the babies. We have to go. We...we have to go." Her voice shrank into a sob and tears obstructed her vision at the thought of her precious boy in Dargus' hands. Not that. Anything but that.

Yelara took in a shuddering breath and lurched forward. Leshie's cries became more shrill but there was no time to soothe him. They had to find a way out. "Kallia. Help me find a door!"

"Back this way," Kallia said as she moved toward the back of the cottage. She shrugged free of their picnic supplies and left it on the floor. She had one hand holding Yara's carrier and the other held her lightsaber. "There has to be one. They can't build only... Here!" She reached out her senses. "There's some out there. Can you carry both babies? If you can't, let me know and I'll make due. Can you?"

Yelara shifted Leshie's carrier into her one hand again, then grabbed Yara's from Kallia's grasp. "Just get us out of here, my love. Please."

"I will," Kallia said, then kissed Yelara fiercely. They would make it. "You know the way to the ship from here. From here it should only be about a kilometer or so." Another kiss. "I'll go out first. Ready?"

Yelara whimpered, but nodded her head despite how frightened she was. It was either run or let Dargus' men come in and take them. There was little choice. "Be careful, my love. Watch out for yourself. I'll take care of me and the babies."

Kallia summoned her focus, and then used the Force to pull the door open. As expected two of Dargus' men stood there waiting for them. They fired, but Kal had her blade up and ready. The weapons were set on stun, and as she deflected the bolts back at them both thugs went down like sacks of grain.

Holding her lightsaber before her, she danced forward and quickly dispatched the two on either side of the door. She turned back, her senses open for danger. "Come on," she said quickly, urging Yel forward.

Yelara set into motion without hesitation and despite the bulk created by Leshie and Yara's carriers, she hurried with Kallia out of the cottage. Their future home had been compromised already and tainted now by Dargus, but at least they would get away and find a new home that was free of his touch.

The babies screamed and wept miserably as the carriers bashed against her legs during her sprint, but no matter how much it hurt and how much she wanted to calm them, Yelara refused to stop.

Once they were two hundred meters from the cottage, Kallia took Yara back from Yelara, but did not shut down her blade. She could hear the pursuit behind them, but they weren't catching up with the two women in the midst of a desperate flight. They made it to the small town where the Kestrel was docked. They slowed their pace some, but not much. Kallia used the Force to determine who might be an agent of Dargus' but found no one.

Finally, the small spaceport was just ahead of them. "Let's go," Kallia said.

Once again, Yelara wished Liam was there with them now. She trusted Kallia with her life, but she alone couldn't protect them sufficiently. Liam and Kallia together could have. But still, they were so close and would soon be off the planet and once again to safety...wherever that was. Nowhere seemed secure any longer and it was obvious Dargus would go to any lengths to have her and Kallia within his grasp again. "Kallia, don't let him take me. Don't let him find us, my love."

"We'll head for the Core," Kallia said. "To Coruscant. He'll never find us there. And, with all the people. We'll blend in. He won't touch us, Yel. Once we get up and out of orbit, we'll jump to hyperspace and he'll never find us."

"He already did," Yelara said grimly. "He found us here. We'll never be free. Never..."

"Here was easy to find us, Yelara," Kallia said. "Last time you left him, where did you go? Here. I bet now he expects us to run back to Tae'Karada."

"Would that be so bad?" Yelara muttered. "Liam's there."

The spaceport neared, yet still seemed frustratingly out of reach. She didn't want to run off to another planet, she wanted to be with her husband. Tears blinded her and she choked on sobs of Liam's name. Only hours ago they had been happy, and now they were enacting a nightmare.

Kallia nodded. "Then we're going back to the Temple. The Jedi will keep us safe. Liam will keep us safe." They entered the spaceport and headed straight for the Kestrel.

A quick visual inspection told Kallia that nothing had been tampered with. She dropped the landing ramp for them to enter. "I promise you, my love, as soon as Dargus Kandran is dead, we're coming back here and buying that cottage. And, I don't care if someone else has bought it already."

Yelara kissed Kallia deeply, then started up the ramp, hefting along the two carriers. It was almost a relief to be on board and away from the mob, but they hadn't left the planet yet which meant they were still in danger. "Kallia, fly us out of here. Get us safe, my love."

Kallia slapped the control that retracted the ramp and closed the hatch. Once it was secure, she rushed to the cockpit and began firing up the engines. They'd be up and safely back on Tae'Karada with Liam soon enough. Once the panel was green, she punched the Kestrel upward, and angled them for space. "I'm going to make the jump as soon as I can, so get yourself and the babies strapped in."

Yelara moved to obey and secured the children into the passenger seats. Each of them received a kiss before Yelara herself slid into the seat next to Kallia and buckled herself in. "We're almost free. Almost free my loves." Yelara closed her eyes and braced herself for the ship's lift-off, hoping that she at least wouldn't be sick during the flight.

Kallia broke out of the atmosphere and angled their way around the planet, gathering speed as they did. She was nowhere near the pilot that Liam was, but she could hold her own. And, at this point, there wasn't anything tricky about the manoeuvres she was taking the Kestrel through.

"We'll be making the jump in just a moment, my love," she said. "Once we hit lightspeed, we're free."

As the Kestrel came around the curve of the planet and rocketed out into space, Kallia cursed under her breath. Ahead of them loomed a large, heavily armed ship that was moving to block their path. It was a Mon Calamari cruiser, and its weapons were hot. She threw the ship into evasive manoeuvres as fighters boiled out of the large beast's underbelly.

"Damn."

"What?" Yelara's eyes skittered about the viewport, watching the fighters move into formation. "Kallia, what is it? Oh gods, please don't tell me they're after us. Kallia, please!"

Kallia sank into the void offered to her by the Force. Her hands danced across the controls of the Kestrel as she stretched out with thought and feeling, anticipating every move by the fighters. The Kestrel spiralled away from the onrushing ships. Without someone in the gunpods, they would only have the forward guns that were under her control. But, all she needed to do was stay ahead of them and then they could jump to lightspeed. Just a little longer.

Yelara's head darted from side to side as the ships streaked past them. The ominous whine of the fighters' engines was all she could focus on and barely heard Leshie and Yara's persistent screams. She slapped her hands over her ears and clenched her eyes shut, hoping it all would go away. "Oh, Liam," she sobbed. "My love...help us. Please, help us."

"We're almost clear," Kallia shouted, and then banked the ship through the opening the fighters gave them. The Kestrel roared free, racing toward the safety of Tae'Karada.

And, then everything stopped.

Kallia lurched forward as the ship's forward momentum disappeared. The stars that had been streaking past as they moved forward slowly began to roll away. She looked down at the instruments, telling her the engines were at full power, but they weren't moving the ship. "Oh gods no," Kallia whispered.

The jolt would have thrown Yelara out of her seat if she hadn't been strapped in, but it did manage to thrust her into reality again. She looked around frantically and finally fixed her gaze upon Kallia. The sudden pallor of her skin terrified Yelara more than the fact that they were no longer moving. "Kallia... Kallia! Get us out of here! What are you doing?!"

"They have us in a tractor beam," Kal said as she tried everything she could to break free. As if anticipating her next thought, the cruiser opened fire on the ventral and dorsal surfaces, destroying both weapon pods. They couldn't shoot out the tractor emitters and break free now. They couldn't do anything. Tears welled in her eyes, as Kallia shut down the engines before they burned out. "We can't get away this way." She lifted the hilt of her lightsaber and stared at it. "But, we'll get away, my love. They won't take us from this ship."

"Kallia," Yelara tried to say, but her voice stuck in her constricting throat. She unfastened the safety restraints and reached out to press a hand to Kallia's cheek. No words managed to escape, although the tears had no trouble doing just that from her eyes. It was over, and she knew it. Yelara just didn't have the heart to tell Kallia, even if she could. Instead, she rose from her seat and stood over her lover with one hand extended towards her. "We'll do this together, my love," she whispered. "Get me a blaster and we'll do this."

Kallia took Yelara's hand and kissed it. "Together," she said. She led the way back to the small armoury and pulled out a blaster for Yelara. "Let's put the babies in the cabin for now. If there is a fight, we don't want them caught in it. We're going to make him pay, my love. He will pay with his blood."

Yelara kissed Kallia tenderly. "He'll bathe in it," she said softly. "And then we'll burn his body to cinders. Not even he can return from that." She pressed her lips to Kallia's again, then gazed into her eyes for a moment before rushing back into the cockpit to retrieve the children. She kissed each upon the brow once she'd adequately concealed them within the cabin and stood back to look upon them. The last of her tears were shed as she watched Yara reach out and cling to Leshie's hand. It was then she knew she'd fight to the death to protect them from Dargus, and that fight was most likely about to begin. She was determined that no one would be spared, and she made certain of that by setting her blaster to its maximum power level. One shot would kill anyone who dared come near them.

"Kallia, they're safe." Yelara returned to her lover's side and stared fiercely at the blast doors, the only thing standing between them and the enemy now. "Are they coming?"

"They're out there," Kallia said. "I can feel them." She shuddered. "I can feel him."

Outside, the sounds of the ship settling on the deckplates of the cruiser echoed through where they waited. Kallia tightened the grip on her weapon just as Yelara did with hers. Her eyes shone with barely contained fury. Dargus Kandran would pay. She ignited the lightsaber and the room was bathed in its violet light. "Ready?"

"I've been ready to kill that bastard since the day I met him." Yelara aimed the blaster at the hatch and awaited their first victim. "I love you, Kallia Brael."

"And, I love you, Yelara Neerou Zaneth," Kallia said. She took a deep breath, centred herself, and then reached out with the Force to open the hatch.

---

"Broken Wings, Part 2"
By: Kallia Brael
Yelara Zaneth
Dargus Kandran
Yara Brael [NPC]
Leshie Zaneth [NPC]

Location: Dargus Kandran's Battle Cruiser
Date: Niothe 24, 4 ABY

***

Dargus' people waited for them outside. A small group of them were shoved hard to the ground with a thick wave of the Force from Kallia. She raised her weapon in defense, ready to deflect any attacks from herself and from Yelara. They wouldn't be taking them easily that was certain. And, if Kallia Brael had anything to say about it, they wouldn't be taking them at all.

Yelara sent a spray of blaster bolts through the opening as she darted past it and sought cover behind hull of the ship. With her back to the wall, she nodded to Kallia and pushed her weapon blindly through the opening. She provided continuous cover fire for Kallia in case it was required, but Yelara had never been in a fire-fight before and was working only on pure instinct now.

"You can't win," a familiar voice called. It was like a sweet perfume poured over stinking refuse. "Please, my dears, just come down and you won't be harmed. You have my word on that."

"Your word?" Kallia called out. "You're as trustworthy as a snake, Dargus. You'll have to come up here and get us yourself."

"Very well," came the reply. After a moment, Dargus appeared in their view at the bottom of the ramp, a shaft of crimson energy held easily in one hand. His face had changed, but the way he moved hadn't. "Yelara. Jae Dyn. You don't know how good it is to see you. We have so much to catch up on."

At first, Yelara was stunned into inaction. The eyes and the voice were the only recognizable indications that the man grinning coldly at them was Dargus Kandran, the man for whom Yelara bore such hatred that seeing him now, her stomach churned.

"No," she shrieked. "No!" Yelara stepped into the doorway and gave a cry as she aimed at Dargus and let loose with a barrage of blaster fire. Each lance of orange energy rebounded off of Dargus' artfully swinging crimson blade, providing him with more defense than the fifty soldiers flanking him ever could. Still, Yelara continued to fire even after her finger had gone numb.

Dargus lifted a hand, and the blaster flew from Yelara's grip. "Oh, come, come, Yelara," he said. "Is that anyway to greet a former lover? And, you Jae Dyn? Is this how a Jedi treats a man who gave her lodging, protected her from the Empire?"

"You're no man, Dargus," Kallia spat. "You're the monster parents use to frighten their children into behaving."

"Oh, you truly wound me," he drawled. "Now, put that weapon away, or I swear that I'll make life for Yelara very difficult." He reached out with his mind, and gave Yelara's throat a single squeeze. It wasn't enough to choke her, or really even injure. It was just enough to remind her of his power and to make her fear. "You wouldn't want your disobedience to be the cause of her death now, would you?"

Kallia lowered her weapon. "Leave us alone, Dargus," she whispered.

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that," he said. "I am going to make sure the two of you appreciate me again. Now, I want to see my child." He shifted his gaze to Yelara.

She, in return, emitted a scoffing laugh. "What child, Dargus?"

"You do want to do this the hard way, don't you," he said. "Perhaps I should give you to Keeve for a time. I'm sure he'd enjoy breaking you of your insolence. However, I must teach you a lesson, mustn't I?" With that, he returned his caress to her throat and tightened. He wouldn't kill her, but she'd certainly be thinking about her death as the air would no longer pass into her lungs. "The child, Yelara. You will cooperate, or I will tear this ship apart looking for him."

Yelara closed her hands around her throat, but much like the first time, months ago, when he had exacted the same punishment on her, she now found no fingers to pry from her neck. Not even the pain that shot up from her knees as she fell to the deck could match the agony brought on by her struggle to force vital air past her throat and into her lungs. Oh gods, Va'Lesh, she thought frantically. No. He can't have you. Not ever!

"Do you wish to die, Yelara? Do you think that by dying you'll protect your child from me? Do you think I won't tear this ship apart searching? Will you behave? If you are good, I will treat you as such. If you're not good, then I'll just turn you over to my apprentice."

Yelara managed to emit a hoarse, choked cry before slumping forward onto the deck. If she lived, at least there was a chance Leshie would be safe. But, he was Liam's child, and when Dargus discovered that, he would kill him whether she lived or died. Alive, she could bargain with Dargus for her son's life, but the thought of what would be required of her in order to ensure her son's safety made the decision more difficult than it should have been. At least she could recover from the defilement Dargus would inflict upon her; if her child died, she would never be truly the same.

With the last of her strength, Yelara raised her head and met Dargus' merciless gaze. She mimed her submission with a nod, then groaned and lay her head back down upon the deck in defeat.

The vice-like grip on her throat ceased and Yelara was free to breathe again. "That wasn't so difficult was it?" he said. "Now, Jae Dyn, I'm going to have to ask you to drop your weapon. Not that I don't trust you. It's just that it would give the wrong impression if my two new sex slaves were wandering around armed."

A shudder mingled with her convulsions as Yelara took in wheezing gasps. The darkness occluding her vision lifted, but the first sight her eyes set upon - Dargus Kandran smiling down at her - only filled her with such disgust she wished she was blind. She unsteadily raised herself to her knees and scowled at Dargus. "You can try," she rasped, "but there's no way we're spreading our legs for you, bastard."

"You'll never have us the way you want us," Kallia growled as she tossed her weapon to the deck.

"Oh, you don't know how I want you," Dargus said with a smile as he moved closer. "On your feet, Yelara. We can't have you remaining on this scow. And, you have two choices: we go get the babies, or I haul you out of here and my men search the ship for them."

"No one touches my child, Dargus," she spat. Yelara managed to regain her footing, but staggered for a moment before she balanced herself. She turned away from Dargus and paused to gaze into Kallia's eyes. The pain and grief she saw in them no doubt mirrored her own. At least they were together. No matter what Dargus did to them now, at least they had each other. Dejectedly and sedately, Yelara carried out Dargus' wishes and sought out Yara and Leshie.

Kallia regarded Dargus with a sneer. "You may have the upper hand now. You may violate our bodies. But, in the end you will lose. And, for all that you do to us, you will only make it that much worse on yourself."

Dargus laughed. "Unlikely," he said. "And, at least I'll have fun getting to that point, won't I? And, I know your tastes, Jae Dyn. I know Yelara's. I know you will enjoy it as well."

"Never."

"Never say never, my dear," Dargus said with a sing-song quality in his voice.

A gentle gurgle and soft coos interrupted their conversation as Yelara returned. She carried Leshie's carrier in one hand and Yara in the other. Her motherly instincts prevented her from moving any further towards Dargus, and when it came to it, she knew they would prevent her from handing the children over to him as well. She watched him from a distance and shook her head slowly in a plea for leniency. "Let them stay with us, Dargus," she plead gently. "Just let them be with their mothers."

Dargus watched Yelara for a moment, though his gaze was focused on the children in her arms. "For now, I will allow it," he said. "But, they will only stay with you as long as you do as I say. Defy me, and I will take them away from you. Now...come closer. I want to see my child."

Yelara closed her eyes and forced back the sickening taste creeping up into her mouth. Liam...oh gods, I'm sorry. She felt herself moving forward haltingly and laboriously. Leshie whimpered and soon she heard herself sobbing as well. "Don't do this, Dargus," she whispered. "Don't do this to us."

Once she was close enough, Dargus examined the two babies. He shifted his attention to Yara and smiled. "This one is mine," he said. "A daughter. But, Jae Dyn, my dear, we will have to work harder at producing a son. And, Yelara, my sweet, this time you will bear my child. A son, as well." He looked at Leshie for a moment. "He will act as suitable bait to bring Kace here for his execution, I think."

"No!" Yelara stumbled back with the children's carriers still tightly in her grip. "You bastard! I won't let you use my child to destroy my husband. And you'll get nothing from me! I'll kill myself before I bear you a bastard son, but not before I murder you!"

"Is it better to let me use your child to destroy your husband than to just destroy your child? How about this, Yelara, you bear me a son, and I won't kill Kace. I'll let the two of you live. I'll let you and your child go once you have provided me with a son. Give me a son, and I'll never interfere in yours and Kace's life again."

"I don't believe you," she hollered. "You've never once spoken the truth to me. Once I give you a son, you'll just kill us all." Yelara laughed jeeringly at Dargus and backed further away from him slowly. "Whether or not I agree to give you a child you'll take what you want anyway. That's how I know you're lying! You don't make compromises, Dargus. You covet, and you take. That's how it is and how it will always be!"

"Then I will take the son I want from you," Dargus growled, "and I will hold your son as hostage until I get what I want." He held out a hand, and Leshie's carrier leapt from Yelara's grasp and into his hand. "You will give me what I want."

"Va'Lesh!" She lunged for her son's carrier in desperation. The turbulence caused by the abrupt movement unsettled Yara and her shrill cries mingled with Yelara's as she made a frantic attempt to retrieve her son. She managed to get her fingers around the handle of Leshie's carrier and attempted to jerk it free of Dargus' grasp.

"Stop!" Kallia shrieked.

The carrier came free of Dargus' grip and he immediately sank to his knees, one hand moving to claw at his throat. His eyes bulged with the effort. He turned a fierce gaze on Kallia. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He raised a hand to Kallia, and an arc of electric fire sprang free, knocking Kallia back against a bulkhead where she slumped to the ground.

Immediately, the grip around his throat lessened, and he surged to his feet. "Impressive," he crooned. "I think you've aroused me, Jae Dyn. Yes. Yes, you have. And, I shall quench my desires with Yelara. And, if she says no, her child will die."

Yelara watched in terror at the unfolding scene before her and finally admitted to herself that there was no hope. Dargus was in control, just as he liked it, and her child was a pawn in the baneful game he was playing. She would defy him and fight him for as long as she could, but when it came down to it, she would submit to Dargus to protect her loved ones. What pained her even more so was that Kallia would do the same.

Weeping silently, Yelara trudged towards Dargus to give him what he desired. She held out Leshie's carrier, then Yara's. "He...he needs to be fed every two hours," she said distantly. "And Yara...she's still breastfeeding. She needs her mother for that too."

"The two of you will still be able to feed your babies when they are hungry," Dargus said as he watched the two babies in their carriers. He took them both from Yelara and smiled. "It's much better this way. If you two behave, then they will be safe and cared for. If you behave yourself, you will be unharmed. I may like my sex rough, but I really don't like abusing those I take as lovers. And, I know you do not wish for me to abuse you. Now, remove your clothes and we will leave to a more comfortable location."

Yelara opened her mouth to protest, but knew that would only lead to more struggle. Instead, she pushed down the straps of her dress and let the light fabric fall to the ground. She gripped the edges of her panties and slowly slipped them off. Yelara then stepped away from her crumpled clothing and stood trembling and naked before Dargus. "I hate you," she whispered. "Go to hell, Dargus Kandran."

"Much better," Dargus said. He turned his attention to her breasts and the new tattoo there. "Oh, and I like the addition. Very sexy." He turned to regard Jae Dyn. "Oh gods, I've missed that body. Both of your bodies. And, now...both of them are mine." He smiled a wolfish smile and then gestured toward the exit. "Now, let's go."

Yelara moved to Jae Dyn's side and helped her onto her feet. She smiled for her lover, but there was no mirth only sorrowful tenderness there. "It's time to go, my love. Let's go."

"He will die," Kallia rasped. Her clothing was piled around her on the floor, but the lightsaber she had dropped was nowhere in site. "A brutal, painful death. A long, agonizing death. He will be visited by every flinch of pain he's ever inflicted on another being. He will feel his blood boil with the hate of all who have ever known him. He will die." She brushed a trembling hand against Yelara's arm, and shivered against both the chill of her nakedness and the thought of Dargus Kandran's hands on her body. Perhaps he would find her an unpleasant lover and kill her outright. She knew she couldn't allow that. She had to protect Yara from the man. She had to keep her baby safe from the demon. Tears slipped from her eyes and fell down her cheeks as she started toward the hatch.

"We'll make sure we can be together," she whispered to Kallia. She held tightly to her lover's arm as they followed Dargus down the ramp. "It won't be so bad if we're together, Kal."

"As long as we're together," Kallia said and wished she could lean close and kiss Yelara.

"I will allow you to be together tonight," Dargus said. "But, I am afraid I will have to separate you after that. Yelara, there's a lovely young girl in my employ that I think you will absolutely love. You'll meet her soon, but for now, I will take you somewhere special. I need to decide how you should be branded. I think just a tattoo will suffice. However, I may need to make it more permanent if you defy me too much. Now, down you go. Stop at the back column of my men and don't cover up. They do love a good show."

Yelara didn't cower and held her head aloft as she and Kallia walked along the path lined by the ranks of soldiers. Their smiles were leering and feral, and if Dargus hadn't been there to keep them under control, Yelara was certain they would have pounced upon them already. Vulgar comments and rude gestures were made, but with Jae Dyn by her side, Yelara's poise and resolve held firm. Do what you will, Dargus, she thought, but you'll never break us. Batter us, threaten us, throw us to your men, but we won't crack.

Dargus moved down until he was standing nearly ten meters from them, then turned to his men. "Tractor that pile of trash out into space and let our fighters use it for target practice."

Yelara stifled an anguished cry. The Kestrel had been her home and a place where she and Liam had shared many memorable moments. Now Dargus would destroy it as he had done to their happiness and their peace. Wherever Dargus was, ruination followed. Her hand tightened around Kallia's forearm and she closed her eyes against the tears. This was yet another vile act he would pay for. Yelara vowed it.

She opened her eyes and looked ahead at the two carriers in Dargus' hands, dwarfed by his supple, tall frame. Leshie and Yara were silent, but soon they would miss their mothers. Yelara worried that Leshie would be frightened and unable to sleep. She had to soothe him, to rock him. She had to be with him. The yearning was so overpowering, Yelara almost dashed forward and tore the children from his grip. Not yet. That would get them nowhere and for her son's life, she had to behave.

The Kestrel was lifted off the deck and slowly drifted toward the large opening, beyond which was empty, black space. It was long, painful minutes before it cleared the bay. A push from the tractor beams sent it spinning away from Dargus' cruiser. It just drifted lazily, for a minute.

Then the air filled with fighters and laser discharges. Each shot sent a jolt through Kallia and she could feel Yelara's hand digging even further into her arm. Explosions rippled across the hull. The canopy blossomed in a gout of orange and yellow fire. They tore at the ship, ripping it apart like a pack of wild dogs. And, then finally the whole ship exploded with a fury that seemed to shake even the cruiser. Kallia hid a secret smile as three of the fighters were caught in the blast.

A wail from Yelara coincided with the booming explosion produced by the destruction of the Kestrel. She could bear it no longer and flung herself into Kallia's arms where she cried out into her bosom. Dargus was cruel and vicious, and this was only a small example of the torment he would soon inflict upon them. Yelara didn't care. Nothing he could do now could hurt her more than he already had. This gave her an advantage and a sense of control. And empowered Yelara Zaneth was a dangerous Yelara Zaneth. Dargus didn't have a chance.

---

"Captive, Part 1"
By: Dargus Kandran
Yelara Zaneth
Leshie Zaneth [NPC]
Keeve Zenarr [NPC]
Dyran [NPC]

Location: Dargus' cruiser - Unknown Coordinates
Date: Niothe 24, 4 ABY

***

Leshie had finally calmed down after an hour of keening and shrill cries that all but frayed Yelara's nerves. She had last seen Kallia over two hours ago, before Dargus' guards intruded into her small cell and tore her lover from her embrace. Yelara had wept for her and pined for her, sobbing until her throat grew hoarse. Kallia, however, never returned. So, Yelara was left with her solitude and the enclosed box that was now her chambers, trying to soothe her child and transfer the same comfort to herself. She did attempt to compose herself with the hope of rescue by Liam, but how would he even know they were missing, and if he discovered they were, would he even know where to begin the search? Their bond was strong, but Yelara was so weary and distraught that she was hesitant to believe it could span the vast expanse now separating them.

She wedged herself further into the tight space between the bed and the wall, rocking Leshie gently in her arms and whispering consoling words into his tiny ear. The chill of the floor against her naked rear made her shiver and quake almost violently, but it was of little consequence to her now, not when compared to what would no doubt befall her at Dargus' hands. He was seeking vindication, that much was clear, and for a man incapable of compassion and mercy, there would be no conscience to restrain his violent justice. She welcomed the blood and the suffering, as long as he spared her child. Leshie was everything to her now, and as long as he remained safe, she would have some purpose to live.

The deafening snick of the doorlock disengaging startled Yelara and inspired a gasping yelp. She brushed her cheek against Leshie's to quiet him and curled into a tighter ball, believing if she made herself as small as possible, whoever was now entering the room would be unable to find her. If that happened, perhaps they would not bother to search for her and she would be left alone. Not a man working for Dargus, though. He would never allow the release of an animal after capture; either they remained caged up forever, or they died trying to escape.

There was no middle road with Dargus, no compromises, only extremes, and one of Yelara's worst fears was that she had involuntarily pushed the limits of those extremes by failing in assassinating him. She would now be a subject upon which he could test those new limits...if they at all existed anymore. One look into his eyes that morning, and she knew that in trying to kill a monster, they had created a merciless demon.

A guard stomped into the room, and moved to stand over Yelara. "Stand," he said. "You're to be taken to Lord Kandran. Your child will be cared for while you are indisposed."

Yelara shook her head rigorously and clung to Leshie tighter. "I'm not letting my child out of my sight."

"Do you really want your child present for whatever Lord Kandran has in store for you? Your child would be better off being cared for by one of his lordship's other women while you're with him. He'll be unharmed, you can be certain of that. However, even so, you would be powerless if he so wished to take out his anger on the child. It would be best not to rouse him to such so soon."

Displaying good judgement uncharacteristic of a mere lackey for Dargus Kandran, the guard convinced Yelara to do as was ordered. She picked herself up from the floor and grudgingly trudged towards the man with Leshie still clutched to her chest. "Where's my friend?" she muttered to the guard. "I want to see her."

"She is being bathed as far as I know," the man said. "Perhaps Lord Kandran will allow you to visit with her later, after he has...afterwards. Please come this way, one of the women is waiting outside to take the child to be cared for while you are occupied."

"He needs to be fed," she said sedately, morosely. "He doesn't like being away from me for too long." Yelara looked up into the man's eyes imploringly. "Please...help me. Help me find a way out. I'll give you anything. Anything! Just please help me and my child get to my friend so that we can leave."

"Anything won't do me any good when I'm dead," the man said, and the look of genuine regret filled his eyes. "When Brakem defied his wishes, he choked the man to death without touching him. It took about ten minutes before he finally suffocated. I'm sorry, ma'am. As much as I'd like to help you, I can't. Your son will be well cared for, and he'll be waiting when you're finished."

"You know what he'll do to me," Yelara said, persisting in her plea for aid. "He'll rape me and beat me. He'll kill me when I've served my purpose. And my son! He'll kill him too! Don't you care? Doesn't anyone care?!"

"You want me to get myself killed so he can catch you and rape you some more? I know what he'll do to you, but I know I can't do anything to help you. Please, don't make this any harder than it already is. Don't get him mad at you."

Leshie fussed and squirmed in her arms, sensing his mother's distress. She adjusted her hold on him and brought him up against her shoulder. "At least help me get a message out. My husband can save us. You won't have to do anything except help me get out a message."

"Dyran!" The tall, well-built form of Keeve Zenarr stepped into the doorway and swept his deep brown eyes over the guard. "Father wants the girl now. What's the hold up?"

"She is reluctant to give up the child, my lord," the guard, Dyran, explained. "I was just bringing her along now. Lerrah was going to bring the child to the harem room to be cared for by his lordship's other slave women."

Keeve sighed impatiently and stalked into the room. Yelara screamed and kicked at Keeve's shins with her bare feet as he pried one of her arms free and grabbed a handful of Leshie's clothing to pull him away. "Let the child go," he ordered.

"No! Not to you, not to anyone!" She clung to Leshie desperately, frightened she would crush him with the strength of her hold, but more worried about giving him up to a stranger.

"Dyran! Get her other arm and pin it behind her back. Father doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Dyran did as he was told, frantic with worry as he did. "Please, let the boy go before he's hurt. Please. He'll be safe. I'll promise you that. If you let the girl take him, he'll be safe."

A wail pierced the air and Yelara called out Leshie's name shrilly as Keeve held the fussy child in his arms now and headed for the door. "Get her to Father...now!"

Yelara jerked her body aggressively to escape the restraining hands, but as Leshie disappeared into the corridor with Keeve, she moaned piteously and sank to her knees. "Leshie... Va'Lesh!"

Dyran hauled Yelara to her feet, guilt, regret and a deep sorrow filling him. "It'll all be over soon and you'll be with him again. Come along, and everything can go back to normal when it's done."

"Normal?" she sobbed. She stumbled over her first few steps, then managed to regain her mobility. "How can having your child ripped from your arms ever be construed as normal? How can being raped by a madman be normal!?"

"Your child will be put back into your arms, and you will be given respite from Lord Kandran's advances. I am afraid that's as normal as it can get in this situation."

"Fine then," she conceded bitterly. "Take me to him, but rest assured that when my husband comes to rescue me, you'll all die. You hear that, Dargus Kandran?! Dead. Dead!"

Dyran swallowed and continued leading her through the corridor until finally stopping before an ornate door. He pressed a button to the side, waited for five seconds and then opened the door. He looked up at Yelara, sighed, and then indicated that she should go inside.

"I imagine he pays you well for your work," Yelara said, her words thick with disdain. "I hope it's worth losing your soul for." Yelara wrenched her arms from his grasp and raised her head aloft. Dargus would know that she would not be easily broken, and the confidence in her walk as well as the smirk touching her lips would clearly present that impression to him.

As Yelara stepped proudly into the room, Dargus Kandran couldn't help smiling from where he reclined. He was off to the side, on a plush couch, watching her. He wore a silk robe and drank slowly from a large goblet. He sat up and nodded his approval. "Leave us," he said to the guards, and then eased himself to his feet to approach. "I hear you put up quite the fuss. For that I shall keep you away from your darling child for an additional hour."

"Knowing that, I would have done the same. Anything to make your life difficult." Yelara strolled leisurely along the far wall of the room, quite a distance from Dargus and with no intention of getting closer to him. She ran her fingers lightly along the burnished mantle of the decorative fireplace. "Nice room. Much nicer than the one you had on Drogen." She rubbed invisible dust between her fingers. "Really moving up in the galaxy, aren't you?"

"The price of power," he said with a wolfish smile. "I take it you know why you're here. And, I take it you know what will happen if you don't please me. Such a fragile thing the life of a child. No doubt you saw my son. Big, strapping young man. Well, just a few days ago, he was only ten years old. The wonders of cloning technology. Now, I know your son is going to be strong with the Force, and Jae Dyn's child even stronger. I imagine it would really destroy Kace if I were to advance their ages twenty years and then have my Master instruct them in the ways of the dark side. Or, I could really break you by just destroying that poor little dear you clung to so fiercely."

"You won't do that." Yelara propped her back against the fireplace and grinned smugly at Dargus. "If you do, what will you use to keep me in line, to keep me docile? You kill my child and there will no leverage left to prevent me from causing a ruckus each time I'm called to your room, and nothing to keep me from injuring you in ways you'd never recover." Her eyes drifted down to the flaccid organ concealed beneath his robe and she laughed. "You've got your weaknesses and I've got mine, Kandran."

Dargus pulled a comlink from the pocket of his robe and activated it. "Have a separate room prepared for Yelara's child. Go ahead and have Tia Am begin cloning synthetic milk for the baby. Begin recording his crying and have that piped into Yelara's room."

"What are you doing?" she whispered. "He needs his mother. He needs me!" She flew towards Dargus in an attempt to slap the comlink from his hand.

Dargus raised a hand and used the Force to stop Yelara in her tracks. He closed out the comlink and turned to face her. "If you are good and please me, then I will allow you to see your son. If you are cooperative and attend to my needs and desires, then you will have extended time with your son. If you defy me and fight me, all you will hear are his cries in your room."

Yelara looked down at her motionless body and emitted a groan of despair. Helpless, she was utterly helpless. "What do you want from us? If you want revenge, why don't you just kill us all and end it!?"

"Slow revenges are the best kind," Dargus said. "Now, come with me. The bed awaits us, and I wish to reacquaint myself with your body. Motherhood has been good to you, Yelara."

She lurched forward as the hold on her body was released, but instead of going to Dargus, she looked frantically around the room and bolted. She pounded furiously on the thick, durasteel door in a futile attempt to punch through it and escape, but all she achieved was sore and bruised fists.

Dargus approached Yelara slowly, shaking his head at her insolence. "It's locked. There's no way out. And, each minute you defy me will be another hour away from your son. Now...my bed."

Yelara whirled around and glared at Dargus. "Why? Why!? What purpose will raping me serve? Do you think it'll break me down, make me more responsive to your wishes? It didn't work before, Dargus, and it won't work now."

"We'll see if that attitude still prevails after a few days," Dargus said with a menacing smile. "If you'd like, I'll just return you to your cell now. You can spend your time in my bed with me or in your cell. I will give you that choice."

With a wry laugh, Yelara folded her arms over her bare chest. "And what's the catch, Dargus? There has to be one; there always is."

"You'll be all alone in your cell," Dargus said. "Perhaps I'll bring Jae Dyn to my bed. She never was as unruly as you."

Yelara clenched and unclenched her jaw, but kept her rage under check. "And...if I go to your bed, you'll leave her alone? You'll let her be?"

"Oh so noble of you," Dargus said with a smile. "If you go to my bed, are enthusiastic, and please me...well, then I'll have no need to force Jae Dyn to my bed, will I?"

"Just answer the question!" Yelara snapped. "If I go to your bed, you leave Jae Dyn alone. Yes or no, Dargus."

"If you going to my bed is the only condition, then no. If I am pleased with your actions in my bed, then yes."

"That's unacceptable, Dargus. You could so easily lie to have us both. How can I believe you're telling the truth?"

"As a woman, I think you'd be able to tell," Dargus said. "However, if you feel it's unacceptable, I'll send you back to your cell now."

"No," she protested abruptly. "No. I'll come to your bed." The words made her shudder involuntarily, but for Kallia, she'd degrade herself, allow Dargus to defile her all to keep her lover safe. If only she could ensure Dargus would keep his promise... "Will you let me see her too? After all, I'd like first hand evidence that you actually are keeping your promise."

Dargus smiled. "Of course," he said. "I will make sure you get time with her. Now, are you ready? We have a lot to do, and since it's been so long, I may need extra time to get used to you again."

"You're disgusting," she whispered. "I know you have no heart, Dargus, but even you have to see how despicable what you're doing is. How can you do this to us?"

"And what exactly is despicable about this? You are a woman. You are weaker. Women are here to provide babies, to pleasure their men, and to look beautiful. That is their only purpose, and that is your purpose here. You are my slave, Yelara, and you will do as I please. If you are unwilling to do it of your own accord, there are drugs I will give you that will ensure your compliance. How can I do this to you? Because this is what you are here for."

Yelara's eyes narrowed and the intangible repugnance she experienced became a palpable roiling in her stomach. "I won't have your child, Dargus. I'd kill it before I handed it to you." She pulled the tie in her hair free and her black curls sprang loose. "Just know that when you're inside of me, Dargus, it's Liam I'm thinking of, it's his face I'm seeing." Her lips curled into a smirk. "I might even call out his name."

Dargus smiled. "That's alright," he said. "After I've killed him, perhaps I'll cut off his face and use it as a mask while we have sex."

Yelara's grin faltered and a sob stuck in her throat. He'd gotten far more vile since she was last with him and she was convinced he was utterly mad. Truly, Yelara was frightened. "What is wrong with you?" she asked in horror.

"The more you try to defy me, the harder you will make it on yourself," Dargus said. "If you wish to be defiant and go against me at every turn, then expect plenty more of this. Now, my bed is this way." He took her hand in his and started toward the other room.

Yelara recoiled at the touch and from her reaction, she knew she would be physically sick once his touch became more intimate. Her mind screamed Liam's name and the tears in her eyes were for him, for the distance separating them. She clung to the memories of her husband, of his blue eyes and his charming smile. She grasped at any thought that would detach her mind from the sensation of Dargus' silk sheets now against her body as he reclined her back upon the bed, and then from the feel of his coarse, invasive hands groping her flesh. "Gently," she begged softly. "Please."

"Gently," Dargus whispered. He moved himself between her thighs, gently -- as she begged -- kissing his way along the tender flesh. He knew she was hating his touch, but soon she would beg for it. Finally, he brushed his lips against the tender flesh of her mound. He would break her down, and make her his. Soon she would cease her thoughts of Liam, and would devote herself to his pleasure.

Yelara whimpered, but not from pleasure, and stiffened as the ravaging began. He was gentle, but behind each tender kiss and soft caress, there was an aggressive, violent undertone. Dargus had to force her legs open to get between them, and despite telling herself not to resist, her body did so impulsively. After all the brutality and forceful sexual encounters with him, her body had become conditioned to shrink away from him and rebel, but this time, for Kallia's sake, she couldn't.

A startled cry escaped Yelara's lips and she chastised herself mentally for the slight stirring of arousal she had momentarily felt. She wouldn't let Dargus get to her, wouldn't let him revive the memories of their gentler moments, the ones where Yelara thought she was falling in love with him. To do so would only drive her insane with doubt and confusion. She hated Dargus with everything that she was; she had to remember that and not allow him to obscure that truth lest she truly become broken by him.

As the minutes passed, Dargus found himself becoming more gentle, more caring. He needed to break her and he could sense that the tenderness, the tenderness that almost grabbed her before, was what would lure her in. She craves love, and will respond if she thinks that's what she's getting.

Slowly, he crawled up toward her face, watching as he did. He brushed a hand along her body, letting his fingers convey his gentleness.

"You never loved me," she said numbly. "You've never loved anyone." Her eyes shifted languidly to his and slowly, she brought a hand to his cheek, studying the mask that was now his face. "Why did you say you did? Why have you no heart, Dargus Kandran?"

"It's easier to not be hurt if I don't give my heart to anyone," Dargus said, his voice tight. "It's much easier to hate and hurt. You can hide your own pain in someone else's suffering."

"Pain?" Yelara nodded slowly. "So you do feel after all..." She brought her other hand up and cradled his face, while her violet eyes gazed fixedly into his depthless brown. "By hurting me, you're only increasing your pain, Dargus. Can't you see that? For your own sake, stop this now. Please."

"I know what you're going for," Dargus said. "You're hoping I'll show a heart and release you. If I do that...then I only get hurt. And, then Kace will want to come after me and kill me. And, that other crimelord, Oot Kovan. If I show softness now, then in their eyes I'll be weak, an easy target. I am a Sith apprentice now, Yelara. I thrive on that darkness, and from it comes my power. If I give that up, I am powerless against those who would kill me."

"They only wish to harm you because of what you've done, Dargus. They think you're a soulless bastard incapable of being redeemed. I can show them. I can show them that you deserve mercy. I'll protect you, Dargus."

Dargus laughed. "Oh, I'm sure Kace will give you a nice kiss before he plunges his lightsaber into my heart. Thank you, no." He moved himself to her entrance. He'd missed this part. They'd been good together. Despite all of Yelara's insolence, she'd been a good lover. Before she could say another word, he kissed her, and as he was doing so he gently slid himself inside her.

---

"Captive, Part 2"
By: Dargus Kandran
Yelara Zaneth

Location: Dargus' cruiser - Unknown Coordinates
Date: Niothe 24, 4 ABY

***

Yelara flinched and her hands flew to the sheets. She crushed the red silk in her fists and groaned miserably into Dargus' mouth. She was momentarily angered with herself for feeling the surge of pleasure that preceded her disgust; she would find no enjoyment in the act, but would do everything she could to satisfy Dargus for Kallia's sake, and for Leshie's and Yara's. For them, she would subject herself to the violation of giving herself to a man she loathed, but that wasn't entirely so. A part of her pitied him, but the more outspoken part of herself cautioned her that his confession of vulnerability was a ploy to make her manageable and spark compassion for him that would allow him to exploit her. But still, she could not deny that she felt at least a little sympathetic towards Dargus.

Yelara pulled her lips away from his and implored him tacitly with her eyes. "Stop this. Dargus...not like this. Don't do this to us."

"Then how?" he asked. "If not like this, then how? Please, Yelara. We were close once. I've come closer to loving you than anyone I've ever met. We could have that."

Yelara closed her eyes and told herself to resist the lure of his offer. He'd fooled her with such a proposal once, and this appeared to be the same tactic. She didn't need his love, nor did she want it, but if it was one way to break him down and coax him into releasing them... Yelara shook her head vigorously and pressed her hands to Dargus' chest, pushing him away. "No," she groaned. "You don't want that. You're...you're lying to me again. Stop lying to me! You don't want to love me, you want to destroy me."

"Fine," Dargus said rolling over until he was laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. "You know me so well. I'll have a guard take you back to your room now."

"No." Yelara pushed herself onto her knees and looked down upon Dargus. "For Kallia's sake, no. You can hurt me, Dargus, play these mindgames with me, but not her." She slung her leg over his waist and straddled him, the very position they had been in on the tumultuous day they first met. "You bastard... You know I'd do anything for her, even sacrifice my self-respect by submitting to you." Yelara sighed and shook her head. "We tried to help you, Dargus," she whispered. "We tried to pull you from the darkness, but you refused to leave. We tried... Why are you punishing us now?"

"You both tried, and you gave up. You ran off with Kace, and Jae Dyn just left. You married him, and you had his child. She had my child and she hid her from me. Why do you think I'm punishing you now?"

"How long did you expect us to stay, Dargus? How long did you think we would be able to tolerate your violence and belittlement?" Yelara leaned forward until their faces were but a hair's breadth apart. "I tried to love you, Dargus," she said softly. "I did. I wanted so badly to, and all I gained in return was pain and heartache. What did you expect me to do?"

"I didn't trust you," Dargus said. "I didn't trust anyone, not even my own people. But...but when you and Kace tried to kill me...everything changed. That man died. I'm a new man, more sure of himself, more secure in his abilities and power. I don't know why I did what I did before. I was stupid. Anyone that would throw away the love of a woman is stupid. We have a chance to set that right though."

"Set it right? Dargus, you kidnapped us, tore my child from my arms... How could that possibly be a first step towards change?"

"If I hadn't kidnapped you, you wouldn't be here. And, before...before I just wanted my revenge for the pain. You tried to kill me, Yelara. That's not an easy thing to forget. But having you here now, being so close. I can't help remembering the good times we had together. And, don't deny there was some good in what we shared."

With a grudging nod, Yelara slipped off of Dargus and curled up beside him on the bed. "You made me strong, Dargus. Because of all you put me through, I became the woman I am today. There were brief moments of something akin to happiness...but you ruined it with your jealousy and hatred. Why couldn't you have just let us help you? Why did you have to lash out and hurt us...like you are now?"

"Because I was afraid of losing you," he said as he turned to face her. "The only women I've ever been able to keep around are the ones I've been able to control into it. They are alright in bed and can relieve some of my stresses, but I loved your fire and spirit. I didn't like your defiance. I was controlling because I was afraid you'd find someone else, or leave. In the end, you did anyway. It was all I knew. That's how my father maintained. That's how most of the people who have had an influence on my life have behaved." He trailed a hand over her hip as he enjoyed the feeling of the length of her body against his. "You can help me. I can give you a room, a real room. I can have a crib in there for your baby. You can help me to be what I wasn't before."

Yelara sighed quietly at his light caresses, unable to deny that she did enjoy them. "Do you even want to change?" she asked. "You say all this, but I've only known you to be insincere and manipulative. This could be another ploy to gain my trust, only to destroy me in the end. Give me a reason to trust you, Dargus." Against all her better judgement, Yelara kissed Dargus lightly upon the lips and found herself almost savouring the expertise with which he returned it. Her violet eyes locked with his again and her voice became soothing and gentle. "Give me one reason so that I can help you, Dargus. Let me help you."

"What can I do to prove myself to you, Yelara? What can I do to prove my sincerity?"

Yelara glanced down at her hand tenderly caressing his arm and was momentarily startled. She was letting him do it to her again; he was weaving his web of deceit and manipulation, and she was willingly allowing it to enshroud her. But there was no other way than to appeal to whatever emotions he bore to gain their freedom. "Let me see her," Yelara said, finally looking up at him again. "Let me see Kallia as a token of good faith. Then...we can go from there."

Dargus nodded. He sat up and then stood, and held a hand out to her. "Come on," he said. "It's a few minutes to her room, but we will go there now." He reached out a hand and his robe jumped into it. He quickly slipped into it and then led the way to the door.

With her hand in his, Yelara walked briskly to keep up with his long strides. "Thank you, Dargus." She squeezed his hand gently and brushed her cheek against his arm. "You're taking a good first step. Please don't falter."

"With you helping me," Dargus said. "How could I?"

Yelara smiled wanly. She knew the chances of this being a trap were extreme, but her options were limited for the time. If she connected with him on an emotional level, if she allowed him to confide in her and expose his weaknesses, she could take advantage of them and find a way to freedom or have Dargus hand it to them. The only danger was she could end up believing all of Dargus' heartfelt confessions and his displays of tenderness, and end up only coming close to loving him again. For Kallia's safety and the children's, she was willing to take that risk.

"You haven't harmed her, have you?" Yelara asked, but in a nonaccusatory tone.

"No," he said. "As the mother of my child, she has been given a nice room. She wasn't as appreciative as I would have liked, but I think she may yet come around. I have a monitor set up so that I can watch Yelara when she's in her crib. But, they are both unharmed and in excellent health."

"Of course she wasn't appreciative," Yelara quipped. "You threw her against a bulkhead. How did you expect she would react to you?"

"Oh, of course, I should have just let her choke the life out of me," he snapped. "I didn't throw her against the bulkhead for my amusement. She was choking me, trying to kill me. I may be crazy, but I wasn't quite ready to die yet."

"And she wasn't prepared to let our happiness come to an end by allowing you to intrude upon our lives again. As far as I'm concerned, you're even now. Just let it go."

"She's still unharmed," Dargus said. "I even had the bump on the back of her head looked at. She's just right up this way. There was a time when I truly hated you for what you did...but I know why you did it. If I'd been in your position, I would probably have done the same thing. It's not easy being the bad guy, you know. Especially when the fair damsel chooses the so-called hero."

"You drove me to him, Dargus," Yelara explained, careful not to let her bitterness come through in her voice. "When you hurt me, I ran to him. He comforted me and made me feel safe. I chose him because I loved him, and there really was no other choice. If you'd been a different man, there might have been one. You just...refused to be anything other than Dargus Kandran: merciless, cruel crimelord. What else was I to do?"

"I was wrong to be that way," Dargus said. "But, it was all I knew to be. I figured by being that controlling I could keep you. I tried to show you love, but it wasn't the right kind of love." He glanced at her. "Maybe I can do it the right way this time."

Yelara struggled to tear her eyes free of Dargus' hypnotic gaze, and finally managed it after being rendered breathless by the intensity of it. He was being insincere and deceptive, his sweet words meant to provoke her into dropping her defenses so he could strike, but she still couldn't deny that he was having an unwanted influence on her.

She longed for Kallia, the children, and Liam. This isolation from them made her vulnerable, and Dargus, of course was using it to his advantage to make her compliant and less belligerent. It was almost working.

"That man," Yelara began, diverting her thoughts to a new subject. "The one who calls you 'Father.' He's not really your son, is he?"

"No," Dargus said. "He's the son of a rival who didn't like his mother. He was in love with his mother's lover, a young woman who reminds me very much of you. However, he was only ten years old. He wanted to grow up, and I needed to test my cloning equipment. So, both our goals meshed. He feels closer to me than to his mother, and therefore has adopted me. He's the son I never had, and absolutely perfect except for his penchant for violence."

Yelara deliberately placed some distance between she and Dargus while trying to hide the dismay on her visage. He apparently had more power - aside from his Force abilities - than a man as malicious as he should be allowed to have. More frightening was that he actually enjoyed using them. "I hadn't realized that was possible," she said quietly, fearfully. She now worried about her son's safety more so. Would he do the same to Leshie to make her behave? Or worse, use him as a test subject for some other experimental technology? Yelara was beginning to feel physically sick.

"The technology was perfected by the Kaminoans over twenty years ago, and one of the doctors on my staff is a Kaminoan. One of the greatest impracticalities is that you don't just clone a fully grown person. The cloned fetus grows at the same rate as any. So, a method had to be developed to increase the maturation from fetus to adult. Don't worry, Yelara. I won't do anything with your son. I can see the fear in your eyes."

"And from your past actions, do you really think it's misplaced, Dargus?"

"I don't," Dargus said. "But, I do want to assure you that I intend no harm to your child. Va'Lesh is perfectly safe. Aside from the fact that I don't wish to hurt a baby, I wouldn't want to risk Kace's wrath at injuring his son."

Yelara sighed. "Dargus, there's nothing you can do now to prevent that. You've abducted his wife and child. When he finds out, he will not rest until you are dead...and I'm afraid there may be nothing I can do to stop him."

"Not that long ago, you were saying you'd protect me," he said. "If he does come after me though, I will do everything I can to stop him from doing so. Jae Dyn is just around this corner."

"I will try to protect you." Yelara gripped Dargus' arm and pulled him back as she stopped in the corridor. "I will try, but if your actions push him back towards the dark side, there will be no one in this universe capable of stopping him. Not even you, Dargus Kandran."

Dargus nodded slowly. "I understand," he said. "Perhaps that level-headed Jedi he faced me with can keep him in the light."

Yelara's body trembled with the simmering fury the subject of Laedra Vorrel surprisingly evoked. She had believed herself past the paranoia that her relationship with Liam was more than mere friendship, but as her grip on Dargus' arm tightened and images of Liam now alone at the Temple with Laedra flashed in her mind, she knew she was still as jealous as she had first been. And Dargus had done far too well in triggering it again. "For your sake," she said between clenched teeth, "I hope you're right."

Dargus put an arm around Yelara's shoulder. "And, from your reaction, for Liam's sake I hope there isn't anything more going on between them. She did seem very concerned for his well-being, but that could just be her as a Jedi. I'm sure it's fine."

"Yeah...just fine," she replied wryly. She shrugged Dargus' arm off of her then gestured for him to continue down the corridor. "And while I'm visiting with Kallia, I would like to have my child brought to me."

"I'll have your son brought to you," Dargus said and moved ahead to the door to Jae Dyn's room. "When should I return for you, Yelara?"

"Tomorrow morning." She expected Dargus' brow to arch as it did, but she would have her time with Kallia. "What's the harm in it, Dargus? You have us for however long you want. What's one night with my lover?"

"The rest of today and tonight with her, and then tomorrow with me."

Yelara repressed a weary sigh and nodded her head. "But before we begin, I would like to negotiate some terms with you, if that is alright, Master Kandran."

"Name your terms," Dargus said as he turned back to face her fully.

"Clothing in some form and no drugs. I will submit without a fight, Dargus, so there will be no need for them." Yelara crossed her arms over her chest to give herself an air of firmness and resoluteness. "Most importantly, I wish to be given some form of contraceptive. I won't give you a child, Dargus, not against my wishes. I won't."

Dargus nodded. "Clothing, no drugs, and contraception. Very well. And, my terms are that if you do put up a fight, you will lose your privileges, starting with clothing, then drugs, and finally contraception."

Yelara bowed her head and came up again with a grin upon her face. "Agreed. I had no idea you could be so reasonable, Dargus. Quite a change."

"I may be an evil bastard, but I'm at least willing to extend kindness to those near me. Death, or even near-death, can have a powerful influence on a person. I shall see you in the morning, Yelara. I don't think I need to tell you to have an enjoyable night."

"I will, Dargus." They stopped before the door to Kallia's chamber and as Dargus proceeded to press his hand to the console adjacent the door, which acted as a DNA scanner, Yelara caressed his cheek lightly and shook her head. "I'm gonna have to keep my guard up around you. You're far more clever than you were before, Dargus. That truly is disconcerting."

Dargus smiled and looked at her. "Part of it is cleverness and part of it is recognizing what I lost before," he said. "Before you go, can I get one kiss?" He gave her an impish smile, an expression that was foreign to his face, but not unwelcome.

"Only one?" Yelara laughed softly at Dargus' boyish grin, although it still carried the taint of his malevolence in it. She pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet and slung her arms loosely around his neck. "Just one," she whispered. "And don't think for a second I'm gonna like it."

"I wouldn't begin to think that," Dargus whispered in response. And, then he slowly pressed his lips to hers, throwing passion and desire into the kiss, but not too much. Despite everything else, they had been very passionate together at one time, and he thrived on that passion. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer as they kissed. Gods, he missed this.

The ground slipped away from her feet as Dargus' arms collected her, and nearing delirium from the sensations Dargus had managed to produce, she truly believed she was flying. Yelara mentally berated herself for allowing herself to react so strongly to Dargus' kiss, but there had always been the lingering curiousity of whether he truly had ever loved her and if she could have loved him back, and a very vocal part of her wanted to now discover this for certain.

---

"Captive, Part 3"
By: Dargus Kandran
Yelara Zaneth
Jae Dyn Brael
Yara Brael [NPC]

Location: Dargus' cruiser - Unknown Coordinates
Date: Niothe 24, 4 ABY

***

She moaned softly and tightened her hold on him, almost giving herself completely to this one kiss. Not even as the door to Kallia's chamber hissed open did she break the kiss with Dargus.

Dargus shifted them around into the alcove with the now open door. He pressed Yelara to the side wall and continued to kiss her. He could feel her passion as it mingled with his and expressed itself through their kiss. He didn't want to be good, but he knew if anyone could do it to him, it'd be Yelara.

As her legs came up around his waist and his growing hardness now pressed against her mound, Yelara reacquainted herself with why, in the past, she had stayed with Dargus as long as she had. The ecstasy she shared with him and the smouldering passion with which they made love compensated for all the anguish and suffering at his hands. The physicality had made for a shallow relationship without substance, but Yelara could do nothing to help the fact that those months she was with him, she had desired him with a ferocity that overshadowed all her doubts. Now, he was beginning to rekindle those yearnings, and all with one kiss. She feared anything more, and she would find herself falling in love with him again.

"Stop," she murmured, but quickly returned the kiss again. "You're not gonna...do this to me. Not again."

Dargus lowered his lips to her throat, kissing gently before brushing them against her lips again. "I don't want to hurt you, Yelara," he whispered. "I know I can, but I don't want to. You are a beautiful, passionate woman, and I don't want to do what I did before. I won't hurt you." He looked up into her eyes, and swallowed against the sudden ache in his chest. "I've never loved before, Yelara. But, I want to." A part of him was repulsed by the honest desire to love and be loved, but he had come so close before. How could he give that up again? "I want to love you, Yelara." He brought his lips to hers again.

Lies, she tried to tell herself, all lies fabricated to subjugate you. But still, his professions sounded all too appealing to her. She hated him for everything he had done to her, but it didn't mean she was repelled completely by his malicious nature, and that is what made resisting him so difficult.

Another protest rose in her throat, but came out only as a moan. Her body burned against his and her fingers tangled in his hair. There was a struggle between stopping herself and pulling away, or giving herself over to the desire for him that had lain dormant and unquenched for so long, but which could be now if he only took here then and there. She debated between the two, yet in the interim, she knew she could not tear her lips from his.

With one hand massaging her breasts, Dargus used the other to open his robe. Their kiss had been more powerful than anything except being filled with the Force. But even being filled with the Force didn't feel this good. His bare skin pressed against hers was nearly too much. He lowered one hand between her legs and brushed tentatively across the wetness there. Gods he wanted her here and now, and she was almost prepared to give.

A muffled cry greeted Dargus' intimate touch and her hips rocked forward to plead for more. Her mind was frenzied and thinking no rational thoughts. Formerly latent desire was driving her now and motivating her hand to massage his erection, to reinvigorate it too along with her passion for Dargus. Why couldn't she resist him when deep down she knew she should? Why was she betraying the vow to herself and her love for Kallia and Liam by reciprocating Dargus' caresses? She knew now, and had always known that it was because she had wanted his love all those months ago and felt solely responsible for not inspiring it in him. She had felt lacking since then, but she would change that now by proving she was capable of evoking in Dargus a love for her.

Her touch nearly sent him over the edge, but he managed to get control of himself. He pulled his lips away long enough to draw in a long breath. He moved the tip of his erection to her entrance, and nearly plunged himself inside. The feeling was exquisite. He opened his eyes and looked into hers, seeking permission.

Yelara paused, breathing heavily and staring at Dargus in disbelief and confusion. He'd always taken what he wanted, no matter how fiercely she fought him, but now he was giving her the power to decide what happened next. She was unprepared for this and realized she was stunned into indecision. "I don't--" Yelara closed her eyes and heard herself sob quietly. "Dargus... What do I do? I know what I should and shouldn't do, but I don't trust myself to know which is right." She opened her tearful violet eyes and searched his. "I should hate you...but I want you, Dargus. How can that be?"

Dargus shook his head. "I don't know," he whispered. "I just know that there is something about us, about you and me, that burns with desire and passion. When I'm not being an asshole, we're good together. We're very good. If you'd rather wait until tomorrow, we can."

Yelara's lips trembled for a taste of Dargus' again, and that yearning alone was enough to make her decision for her. She leaned forward slowly, seeking his kiss again, but like glass shattering, a shrill, familiar cry from within the room broke the private moment of tenderness they had been sharing and alerted Yelara to the fact that they had been ready to make love...directly in front of Kallia.

"Oh gods." Yelara whimpered quietly and unwound her legs from Dargus' waist. She sighed involuntarily as his hardness brushed against her mound during her descent, but any pleasure she derived from the brief touch was extinguished by the fear of now looking upon Kallia, the fear of seeing her disappointment and betrayal. Looking up at Dargus again, the stirring between her legs returned and it was then she knew if Yara's cry had been a moment later, they would have acted on their desires. "Go," she whispered to him, beseeched him. "Please... Tomorrow morning, but for now...just go."

Dargus nodded and pulled his robe closed. He wanted to kiss her once more, but he made no move to do so. He let his eyes speak his desire for him before stepping away. "I'll see you in the morning," he said. "Have a good night, Yelara."

Yelara took in a deep, cleansing breath and refrained from watching Dargus depart. She suspected she'd go after him if she looked upon him once more. Instead, she trepidly turned her gaze towards the room, but avoided making eye contact with Kallia. She let her eyes fall upon Yara instead and kept them there as she started forward. "He's...he's letting me stay the night," she said quietly and awkwardly. "I can stay with you tonight, my love."

"I'm glad you'll be here," Kallia said, concern still showing on her face. The shock that had been there was now masked and hidden from view. She didn't know what to say about what she'd just seen. "He's treated us fairly well." She indicated the large room with gilt fixtures. "Are you alright?"

Yelara nodded quickly and halted before Kallia, still peering down at Yara. "He didn't hurt me. We came to an agreement, Kal. He won't hurt you either."

"The way you two were going at it out there, it must be one hell of an agreement. I thought you were going to have sex in the doorway." She held a hand out to Yel.

She grabbed at it desperately and pulled herself into Kallia's arms with a sob, careful not to crush Yara beneath her. "Oh gods... I don't know what he's doing to me, Kal. He knows what buttons to push to get to me. I...I can't resist him and I know if I try to, he'll hurt you and Yara. I have to protect you. I have to do this to keep you safe."

"Do what you can to resist him without seeming to," Kallia said softly, nuzzling her face into Yelara's neck. "We can beat him together. We're stronger than he is and we can win together."

"But we won't be together, Kal. He's only giving us one night, then..." She held fast to Kallia and spread gentle kisses along her throat. "I can't be strong without you. But I will protect you, my love. Don't doubt that ever."

"I'm a Jedi Knight," Kallia said as she pulled Yelara closer. "I can take care of both of us. I'm stronger. Let me go with Dargus. Let me protect you and the babies. I can use the Force to get through it."

"No!" Yelara stepped back and gazed intently into Kallia's eyes. "He'll try and lure you to the dark side, Kal. I know it. It's the only way he knows how to defeat you. I can't let you do that, Kal. I can't lose you like that!"

"I don't like it Yel," Kallia said with a sigh. "But, what choices do we have? When you're with him, be careful, my love. He's an evil, despicable man. He'll do anything to break us. All his pleasantries, remember that he's not telling the truth. He'll do anything to bring us down and break us."

Yelara nodded her head, and before would have believe Kallia's words without question. Now, however, she wondered if he truly was as evil as they had initially thought him to be. "I'll be careful," she said. "I know he's using me to get to Liam and his kindness is only meant to break down my defenses... I won't let him fool me, my love. I'll be strong."

"Good," Kallia said, and kissed Yelara. "How about I put Yara down for a nap, and we use the time he's giving us to the fullest?"

"I think I'd like that. Leshie should be coming soon and I imagine he'll be glad to see Yara...more so than seeing his mother." She leaned forward and kissed Kallia tenderly. "I love you, Kallia Brael. We will get through this. I promise you."

"Maybe Liam will find us, and bring the rest of the Jedi with him to stop Dargus. I want out of this, Yel, but I want to see Dargus Kandran fall for good."

"Not at your hands though, my love," Yelara said. "Please let someone else destroy him. I want you safe and protected. I don't want to lose you. Let...let Laedra Vorrel do it," she added with a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Anyone but you."

"I'm sure Laedra and Liam would cut him down together," Kallia said. "They both went after him before. I can't see them not going after him again."

"If they find us..." Yelara sighed and once again embraced Kallia. "Let's not think about all that right now. Let's just lay together and think only about our love for each other."

Kallia nodded, and quickly removed herself from Yel's embrace, and put Yara into her crib. Once her arms were free, she returned to the bed and Yelara. "Now, I think I'm ready to think only about my love for you."

"And no matter what happens," Yelara said as her arms looped around Kallia's waist, "I want you to never forget I do love you. I might have to do things that will cause you to question that, but know that everything I'm doing is for you and our children. Remember that, my love."

Kallia kissed Yelara, happy to have time alone with her love. "I will always remember that," she said. "But, with us in here like this, I'm going to have to remember that we're still in the heart of the rancor's den. We'll make that bastard pay, my love. Maybe we can hang his head outside the Temple once he's dead."

The gruesome image was one she hadn't expected to come from Kallia's tender, sweet lips, but it had and once again she feared Dargus' presence would breed only darkness into their lives. Though, she couldn't deny that she was looking forward to spending time with Dargus and settling the questions that had plagued her regarding her past relationship with him and what it truly had been. She loved Kallia and Liam, yet discovering if Dargus loved her seemed just as important. I must be losing my mind.

"Kallia," she whispered softly, "will you make love to me one last time before they separate us? I want your scent to be all over my body so I can remember it when you're gone."

"Of course," Kallia whispered. "But we'll have time together again. We can make sure Dargus gives us time. He has to. We have to have our time together or we'll go insane. We can't exist off of his touch, his vile, repulsive touch."

"You won't have to," Yelara assured her. "I'll make certain of that. He won't touch you or Yara. I promise."

"I hate that you're taking this all onto yourself," Kallia said. "I don't like that you have to endure his depravity on your own."

"I can handle it." Yelara kissed Kallia's brow and gave her a reassuring smile. "I've been with men like him before. I'll be fine, Kal."

"Just because you have doesn't mean you should be," Kallia said. "I guess I just don't like the thought of you having to endure him while I sit here happily with my baby."

"But knowing that will help me endure it." Yelara laughed softly and pulled Kallia tightly into an embrace. "I love you so much. Promise me you'll never be sad because of what I have to go through with Dargus. Promise me that, Kallia."

"I promise," Kallia said and then kissed Yel. She let her kiss linger, and then trail down over Yelara's jaw and down her throat. "You know, I think I like this being naked all the time thing."

"When we get out of here, we should try walking around our cottage unclothed." She moved her hands to Kallia's breasts and sighed happily. "I can almost imagine we're there right now."

"Oh," Kallia moaned. "Have I mentioned how much I love your imagination? He's probably watching us, you know. But at this point, I really don't care."

"Neither do I. He can watch all he wants, but he'll never be invited to join." Yelara kissed Kallia fully on the mouth and pushed her onto her back. "Now...I want you to scream, my love. Let him hear what he can never have." With a sultry smile, she slid down the length of Kallia's body and buried her face between her thighs.

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"Courting Behaviour"
By: Dargus Kandran
Maeren Shivral
Keeve Zenarr [NPC]
Leshie Zaneth [NPC]

Location: Dargus' Cruiser - Unknown Coordinates
Date: Niothe 24, 4ABY

***

Va'Lesh Zaneth's small form fit perfectly in his hands now. Keeve imagined he'd once been just as tiny as the child he held now was, but he had no wish to return to such a fragile state. He was strong and powerful now, and capable of seizing what he wanted instead of waiting for his next birthday or when someone other than himself decided the time was appropriate to receive what he desired. Now, the choice was all his, and at present, he chose to visit the woman he loved.

The child in his arms had calmed considerably since he first tore it from the embrace of Dargus' unruly concubine. He chuckled lowly and shook his head. Dargus seemed to like his women fiery, but Keeve could only imagine why. He preferred Shiv docile and receptive to his wishes, but he would rather she submit to him willingly because she truly loved him, not because a drug addled her mind enough to convince her she did. But, it would take time, and he had a sufficient amount of that to either achieve her love, or irreparably damage his chances of ever receiving it by fuelling her hatred for him further. He had his plans, though, to slowly gain her trust and affection, and Va'Lesh Zaneth was part of one. He knew of no better way to portray his gentler, tender side to Shiv by coming to her with a child cradled in his arms.

Keeve nodded to the guards on either side of the door to Shiv's chambers and stepped through it. He looked around the room briefly, with Shiv nowhere in sight, and laughed. "Come on, Maeren. Hiding will do you no good. I've brought a surprise for you and this is how you greet me?"

"I don't want to see you," came the muffled voice from under the bed. "Please leave me alone. I don't want to come out."

"But you'll like what I have to show you." Keeve strode lightly and slowly to the bed, and careful not to disturb the mattress too much, he sat down upon it. "Maeren, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise you that, my love. Just come out and have a look."

She emerged slowly from the side of the bed and looked up at him. "He's beautiful," she whispered looking at the small child. "Who's his mother?"

"A woman Dargus picked up today. She was putting up a fight so Dargus confiscated the child." Keeve smiled at Shiv and motioned with his eyes to the space beside him upon the bed. "I can't hurt you with the child in my arms, now can I? Have a seat."

Shiv nodded slowly, and then moved to the bed where he'd indicated. "He's beautiful. What's his name?"

Keeve gazed at Shiv, nothing but warmth radiating from his eyes. "Va'Lesh," he said softly. "Would you like to hold him? I promise to keep my hands to myself."

The smile that formed couldn't be helped. Shiv held out her arms to take the baby from Keeve. "Oh, such a beautiful little guy, aren't you." Once Va'Lesh was in her arms, she closed her eyes and held him. He made a gurgling noise, and reached out a hand to grab a fistful of her hair. She giggled. "He's so sweet."

"It's too bad his mother's such a bitch. Father might have to use the child to make her compliant, but perhaps he can get her to come around sooner." Keeve brushed his hand across Leshie's brow, but kept his focus on Shiv. "Wouldn't you like a child some day, Maeren? I could give you one, you know. We could make a beautiful baby together."

"I don't know," she said softly. "Someday I'd like a baby, but not yet." She looked at him. "And, maybe we could, but there's only one way you're getting a baby out of me. I still mean what I said before, Keeve."

Keeve pushed himself to his feet and paced angrily before Shiv. "Why can't you give me a chance, Maeren? I can show you how gentle I can be if you just let me! Why are you being so difficult?"

"Because if I say one thing you get angry like you're doing now," Shiv said. "You want me to be docile and willing, but I'm not like that, Keeve. If you want me, you get me. I don't like being forced and pressured. If you want me, you'll have to accept me for who I am."

"Maeren, I love you, all of you! It's only when you resist me do I get angry." Keeve stopped before he tread a hole into the carpet and rubbed slowly at his eyes. "Maeren..." He sighed and looked down at her. "Do you think I would try so hard to win you over if I didn't love you?"

"But you seem like you want to possess me," Shiv said. "All I was telling you was I didn't want to decide to marry you while we were in the middle of having sex. I couldn't think straight. But you knew that, and you were trying to pressure me anyway. You try to push, Keeve. You try to force me to do what you want me to, and if I don't, you throw a tantrum. You may be big now, but you're still a child in so many ways. I won't love a spoiled brat."

Keeve rushed toward Shiv and dropped onto his knees at her feet. "Maeren," he whispered. He placed his hands upon her bare knees and caressed them lightly. "I wasn't trying to pressure you into anything. I got ahead of myself, that's all. I was just so excited that I was finally making love to you and you weren't pushing me away that...I got carried away. That's all. I want you to be happy with me, Maeren. I don't want to hurt you."

Shiv looked down at him while she rocked Va'Lesh in her arms. "We...we can try again," she said. "But slowly. And, if you show any signs of being the brat that you were the other day...then I can't, I won't, Keeve. I can't be what that boy wanted of her. I can only be me, anything else is just false."

"And that's all I want." Keeve grinned and once again moved to sit beside Shiv on the bed. He covered her knee with one hand, and brought the other to her cheek and cradled it gently. "I'm trying, Maeren. I've only been a man for a day. Please, be patient with me. I want to be the kind of man you can love, but I need time to forget about the child I was and be the man I know I can be. For you, Maeren, I will try."

"Thank you," she whispered, and brought her hand to brush against his on her cheek. "I...I hope it works out, Keeve."

"Me too." He pressed his lips to her forehead, then slipped his arm around her waist and held her close as they both watched Leshie kicking happily. "Have dinner with me tonight, Maeren. We can talk, just talk and...go from there."

She looked up into his eyes, and felt herself flush slightly. She nodded. "I'd like that," she whispered. "Do I have to go like this, or do I get any clothes?"

"If you wish to have clothing, I can provide some for you. Anything you want, my love."

"Thank you," Shiv whispered, and then allowed herself to lean slightly into Keeve. "I'll let you pick out something for me, if that's okay."

"Of course," Keeve replied, almost ecstatic at Shiv's sudden turnaround. "Something red. You look good in red, Maeren." He nuzzled his lips to her neck and brushed his hand along her arm. "Is there anything special you would like prepared for yourself? I can do that for you, Shiv. I can give you anything you could ever hope for."

"No," she whispered. "Something nice to wear, and whatever food we have. It's fine. Can I have a bath before? I think that would be very nice."

"If you want," Keeve said as he kissed her neck, "we can bathe together. Would you like that, Maeren? I'll be gentle. I promise."

Shiv tilted her head to give him more access to her throat. "I think the one before dinner I'd like to take by myself." She gave him a smile. "But, I think perhaps after dinner we can share a bath if you'd like."

"Of course I would like," Keeve replied with a chuckle. "And perhaps more if you're up to it. If things go well..."

"If things go well," Shiv said with a gentle smile. "Hey!" She suddenly looked down at Leshie and laughed. "Oh, I think someone is hungry. I'm sorry, little one, I don't have anything in there for you."

Keeve almost grumbled at the distraction, but couldn't help but smile at the young child, eager for some lunch. "We should find him some food." He couldn't resist kissing Shiv's cheek and all but resisted pulling her into his arms, baby or no baby, and kissing her lips fiercely. He had to go slowly this time, or surely he would lose her. "Would you care to join me in looking for some lunch for our little friend here?"

"Of course," Shiv said with a smile. "He looks young enough that he's probably still breast feeding. Should we try to find his mama?"

Keeve shook his head. "Not without Father's approval. He took the child away for a reason and I doubt he'd appreciate it if we just handed him back." He rose from the bed and held out his arms to relieve Shiv of Leshie. Sensing that the comfort he had found from Shiv was about to end, Leshie whimpered and began sobbing. "On second thought..." Keeve took a step back and held up his hands defensively. "Don't worry, kid, you can stay right where you are. I know how hard it is to let go of a woman like Maeren."

Shiv smiled, and blushed slightly at his words. "It's okay, little one," she said. "We'll get you something to eat really soon." She turned to Keeve. "Should we talk to Dargus to see if we can take him to his mama? He's hungry, and he'll want her milk. Otherwise, I don't know what else we can do."

"We'll talk to him, if he's not busy with his concubine." He helped Shiv up, then slipped his arm around her waist as they started for the door. "If he won't allow it...I don't know what else to do."

Shiv nodded, and then smiled at Keeve. "Only one way to find out."

The door slid open for Keeve, and at the guards' questioning looks, he firmly announced that he was taking the prisoner for a stroll through the cruiser. Neither made a protest.

"Are you cold?" Keeve asked as they started down the corridor. He quickly pulled off his longcoat and draped it over Shiv's shoulders. "Is that better now?"

"Much better," Shiv said with a soft laugh. "It's a nice coat, and it looks very good on you. I think Va'Lesh likes it too."

"I don't think that's the coat he's reaching for." Keeve grinned and kissed the top of Shiv's head. He was so close to having her that he could barely contain his excitement, and if everything went smoothly, he truly would have her in his arms tonight.

They made a quick stop at Dargus' chambers, where he was not, surprisingly so to Keeve. He figured his father would have been occupied for the rest of the day with his new concubine, but the bed hadn't even been used. "He's probably in his office," he told Shiv, then they continued down the corridor.

After a few moments of silence, Keeve looked sidelong at Shiv. "He hasn't touched you again, has he? My father, I mean. He hasn't visited you since that first night, has he?"

"No," she said with a shake of her head. "I haven't even seen him since that night. That's the last I saw Lerrah too. It's just been me in my room. The guards would come in to look every once in awhile, but they never touched."

Keeve nodded, satisfied. "If they ever touch you, Maeren, just tell me and they won't ever again. If the way they look at you even makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll have it taken care of."

"Thank you," Shiv said, and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I don't think anyone out there protects me the way you do. Well, except Zale, but he's not here. But he saved me one time." She smiled. "I can see you doing that for me now."

"I would," Keeve said earnestly. "Maeren, don't you know by now that I'd do anything for you? I love you."

Shiv smiled. "I love you too, Keeve," she said. "Things are going much better this time. If it keeps going like this, I think we're going to have a very nice night together."

"I'll make certain of it." Keeve leaned forward and kissed Shiv's lips tenderly, then more deeply and with passion. He was growing confident now that he had redeemed himself after the initial encounter with Shiv, and if he kept it up, they'd be married by the end of the month, and hopefully Shiv with child. He gazed softly into her eyes as the kiss broke, then laughed softly. "You're beautiful, Maeren."

She was slightly breathless after the kiss, staring up into his eyes. "You're beautiful too," she said. "We'll have to watch the passion a little though. We don't want to crush little Va'Lesh. But we'll have plenty of time for more of that tonight. And, more."

"Definitely more," he said with a salacious grin. "Why don't you go have that bath now and I'll find Va'Lesh's mother. I've got some errands to run anyway. You need an outfit for this evening, don't you?"

"Okay," she said. "I guess I'll see you soon then." She looked down at Va'Lesh who was still quiet, but persistent in trying to get milk from her breast. "Come on, little one. You have to go with Keeve now, to find your mama. It'll be okay, my little love." She moved close to Keeve to hand Leshie over to him. "He's so cute."

Keeve made certain to brush his hands over Shiv's as he took Leshie from her. He fussed at first, but once he was cradled securely in Keeve's arms, he ceased his whining. "You have permission to roam freely. I'll meet you in your chambers at 0800 hours to deliver your clothing. Don't get into any trouble, Maeren." He gazed at her with restrained longing for a moment, and finally had to kiss her lips before he went mad.

Shiv sighed happily once the kiss finally broke. Her knees were weak, and her heart was pounding. "I'll see you soon," she whispered. She looked down at Va'Lesh and smiled. She gave him a kiss, and added, "You too." She stepped away, or she knew she'd never leave. "I'll see you soon, Keeve."

Keeve nodded, his smile charming and conveying his desire for her. "Keep the coat. No unworthy eyes should get to look at that beautiful body of yours."

Shiv grinned and let the coat open a little. "I don't mind them looking," she said, "but they don't get to touch. They should at least be able to see what they're missing, right?"

Keeve chuckled and allowed his eyes to roam over her smooth, radiant flesh. "Just make sure they know they don't get to touch." He ran his hand along her cheek one last time, then stepped back only for the sake of necessity. If he didn't put distance between them, he wouldn't be able to wait until after dinner. "Have fun during your bath." He visually examined her body again, before taking a deep breath and turning his back on her. She was undeniably a divine creature. He was even more grateful now that she was almost his.

***

Upon handing Dargus' new concubine her child, Keeve couldn't help but notice how exquisite his taste in women really was. The stern looking one was older than he preferred, but the one with raven hair and preternaturally violet eyes would have suited him nicely if he hadn't been so smitten with Shiv. He did disapprove, however, of all the tattoos marring their otherwise flawless skin. A true goddess was free of unnatural markings of any kind. Shiv was the exception, however, for the tokens of her last visit with Dargus were not placed upon her of her own choosing. That could be forgiven and detracted not from her perfection. He would have to warn his father about that as well: Shiv's flesh must remain untouched by anyone other than himself. During his visit with him, he would tell Dargus as much.

He strode casually into Dargus' office, still surprised he was working rather than partaking of the beauty of his new acquisitions. Dargus had told him once to wait for entrance into his office instead of barging in, but Keeve was not one to take orders, not even from his father. He plunked himself down into the leather chair across from Dargus' desk and grinned at his father. "What happened?" he asked smugly. "Have you grown weary of your whores already, Father?"

Dargus kept his attention on the data scrolling across the screen in front of him. Most of it was reports from Tae'Karada, but some of it was also various informants along the corridor that led to Corellia. Interesting information to say the least. He hid his annoyance at Keeve's entrance and the question. Without looking up, he smiled. "Have you grown weary of yours?"

Keeve stiffened, but kept his temper from flaring. "If you mean Lerrah, she's in her room, half unconscious and in a drugged daze. If you're referring to Shiv, she's not my whore. In fact, by this evening, she'll likely become my wife."

"I was referring to the one you've been paying attention to," Dargus said. "Now, if Shiv is not your whore, what would ever give you the idea that either Jae Dyn or Yelara are mine?"

"I've seen them together," Keeve said, distaste clear in his tone. "I walked in on those two, pleasuring each other, screaming in ecstasy. And in front of their own children." He shook his head and snorted derisively. "They're whores, Father. But, at least you shouldn't have trouble getting them to spread their legs for you."

"So, my boy, your definition of a whore is any woman who enjoys the pleasure of another woman? Well, well, then it appears that your darling Maeren is exactly that. She's quite fond of your mother you know. I've actually got quite a bit of holo-footage of them together, pleasuring each other, screaming in ecstasy."

"Shut up," Keeve growled. "Maeren was lost, but I'm helping her now. She knows she's mine, only mine. Which reminds me, Father." He sat forward in his seat and smirked at Dargus. "No one touches her but me from now on. That includes you. You have your own women. Leave Maeren to me."

Dargus laughed. "Oh really? Very well. She's yours, but on one condition: you pull your head out of your ass and realize that before she met your mother, she was a lesbian. She enjoys women. Don't delude yourself, my son."

"She'll be enjoying me tonight," he replied with a grin. "That was her past. She loves me now and that's all that matters. At least I have her devotion. Your...women are with each other right now, not with you, Father. Strange way of subjugating them, don't you think?"

"I thought I had Tia Am give you some intelligence," Dargus said. "How about we put her back with Merrick and Kaysa and see how devoted she is? I gave this night to them. That is what Yelara wanted, and that's what I gave her. Now that she has time with Jae Dyn, she'll be more willing when she comes to me. However, I don't expect you to understand that, my son. From now on I'll make sure to speak simply to you since the more advanced concepts seem to elude you. I will have to talk to the doctor...this is somewhat disappointing."

Keeve sat up straighter and did nothing to hide the scowl on his face. "That won't be necessary, Father. I just found it odd that you'd go through so much trouble to retrieve them, then allow them one last chance to be together. It builds up their hope, makes them believe they can manipulate you into showing them mercy again. They won't want to settle for just one time, Father. They'll want more. But," he said with a sigh, "they're your problem. So...whatever works for you."

"So, you believe me weak," Dargus said. "You believe I should be firm. I should give them no ground. I should dictate their actions to them. They should be my slaves, and nothing more." He leaned forward. "Like that show of tenderness you gave Maeren today. Using Yelara's child, how very low. I'm sure you were quite firm and forceful with her."

"Now you're tracking my movements and actions, Father?" Keeve chuckled bitterly and shook his head. "Created in your own image, yet you trust me less than you trust yourself. Not a very strong foundation upon which to build our relationship."

"Because I look in to check on your progress I'm tracking your movements and actions? You were very smooth, very good, but you're using the same tactics I am, my boy. Before you chastise me for what I'm doing, I highly recommend looking into the mirror first to make sure you're not going to display your hypocrisy."

"Tenderness is the only thing she responds to. What else am I supposed to do? Beat her until she sees no other option but to submit to me? Not the way to her heart as far as I can tell."

"However you naturally assume those tactics that don't work on Maeren will work on Yelara and Jae Dyn. Did you know that Jae Dyn Brael is a Jedi Knight? Yelara has a very strong will, and I've already tried breaking her down. It won't work on them, Keeve. So I have to try different tactics, just as you have to with Maeren."

Keeve relaxed in his chair and sighed deeply. "The only reason I wanted any of this was to have a chance with Maeren. I can't make any mistakes if I expect to gain her love, Father. Which is why I've invited her to dinner tonight." He shrugged and gave Dargus a crooked grin. "Hope you don't mind. And I'll be requiring a dress for her. Red, preferably. You can arrange it, can't you, Father?"

Dargus smiled. "Do you feel up to arranging the dress for her? There is a large selection of clothing in one of the auxiliary cargo bays. I'm sure you can find something suitable there. And, Miriin is skilled with sewing and can alter the dress if necessary. How does that sound?"

"Why, Father, you're being very indulgent to your petulant son." Keeve shot him a smile only equalled in charm by Dargus'. "Is this a birthday present?"

"Well, I think I have twelve or so of them to catch up for," Dargus said with a laugh. "And, besides, I know what you're going through with Maeren."

"I can tell," he said with a laugh. "That Yelara seems like a handful. She almost clawed my eyes out when I tried to take her child from her. Frankly, I don't know what you see in her, Father, besides her beauty."

Dargus smiled. "Tonight at dinner, I'm going to have one of my men come in and take Shiv away. We'll see how you react to that. I have a strong suspicion you just won't let her be taken away."

"And that's what happened with this woman?" Keeve asked, obviously not approving of Dargus' idea as visible by his clenched fists. "Someone took her from you? Why have you not killed them yet?"

Dargus chuckled softly, and after a moment nodded. "Actually, it did happen that way," he said. "And, I haven't killed him yet because he's also a Jedi Knight, and the time I did face him after he stole her from me he was facing me with another Jedi at his side. I could have taken him alone, but two of them was more than I could do without losing my own life. However, I was referring to Yelara having her son taken away from her. She's the child's mother and giving him up like that was like tearing her own heart out with her hands. But, both situations are accurate, Keeve. No one will try to take Shiv from you."

"Including Kaysa and her lovers?" Keeve shook his head quickly. "They can't have her back, Father. She doesn't belong with them, she belongs with me."

Dargus cocked his head to the side and regarded Keeve for a moment. "And, if she chooses them over you?"

"She won't," Keeve said confidently. "She's in love with me whether she's prepared to admit it or not. She'll stay, Father, and if she chooses not to..." He smiled shrewdly and added, "I believe I have ways of changing her mind."

"Oh, and I'm sure she'll love you for that," Dargus drawled. "Keeve, don't be so blind and stupid. Just because you want it to be the way you envision doesn't mean it will be. You are naive, and that can get you hurt in the end. If you prove to be as ignorant as you sound now, then I won't be able to keep you at my side."

Keeve shot upright and took a menacing step towards Dargus' desk. "I may be ignorant about how to win a woman's love, but I am not a fool, Father. I will prove myself worthy of being your son. Just ask anything of me, and I shall deliver. I shall prove I am quite a capable man."

Dargus laughed. "Your blind faith in Shiv's love shows your arrogance," he said. "You can't even conceptualize the possibility that she might not love you the way you want or that she could love more than you. That is a weakness and an opening for an enemy to exploit. Open your eyes and see things for what they are, not what you wish them to be."

"You risked everything to bring those two women here, Father. Your thirst for revenge is a weakness just the same, so don't judge me when you are guilty of the same faults."

"I know what I risked, boy," Dargus snapped. "I know that having Yelara and Jae Dyn here will bring down the wrath of Kace Mordin." He rose to his feet to tower over the young man. "I anticipate his coming for them, and then I will finish him for good. I know what I'm getting myself into." He lowered his voice. "And, don't you dare tell me when I can and can't judge you. You really don't want a lesson by my hand."

Keeve threw up his hands with a cry of frustration and stormed towards the door. "I left that bitch Kaysa because I was tired of being treated like a child! I'm not about to let you do the same."

"I'll stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one," Dargus said. "I told you to open your eyes and you give me excuses. I told you to stop being naive and you accuse me of the same. I thought I got rid of that when I turned Vrax over to your mother."

"She's not my mother!" he hollered, whirling around to face Dargus again. "She's just some bitch who gave birth to me then dumped me on two old bastards who didn't give a shit about me. I came to you because I thought things would be different, but you care less about me than Kaysa ever did."

"Is that what you believe?" Dargus crossed his hands over his chest. "You wanted to grow up and I gave you that. I do care about you, but I don't want to see you get hurt because you're only seeing what you want to see. Can't you see that what I'm saying is for you? I don't want you hurt by this, Keeve. I know it can happen, and I'll do everything I can to keep that from happening."

Keeve sighed and pressed his back to the wall. "I don't know how to be an adult yet. As a kid, I was so used to being told what to do, that as a man, I don't want to be ordered around anymore. At the same time, though, I need guidance. Was your transition into adolescence this disorienting and confusing, Father?"

Dargus laughed softly. "Well, not entirely," he said. "I had a few years to grow into it. However, I did come into it earlier than most. Together we can work through it, I'm sure. And, if I tell you to do something or give you advice, it is for your own good, Keeve. I'm not just trying to be a dictator. I have enough people to order around already. But, I've been there and I know what you're going through. From what I know of Maeren, she's got a lot of love in her, and I don't think she can give it to only one person. That may be something you'll have to get used to. But, be careful of trying to change her. I tried that with Yelara."

"Didn't work, did it?" Keeve nodded slowly. "And now you want a second chance to do it right this time?"

"I hadn't expected to get one," Dargus said with a smile. "But I think it's possible. This time it may be possible." He laughed and shook his head. "I knew I should have had my heart cut out long ago and replaced by a computer."

"Wait...you're not actually in love with this woman, are you? But...I thought you were using her to punish this Kace person?"

"I'm not certain what I feel," Dargus said, with a shrug. "I grabbed her to punish Kace; and to punish her from leaving me in the first place. I don't know if there's more to it than that yet."

"Well, with Shiv, I know it's love. This dinner tonight is important. If I don't pull it off, she really will hate me. Father, I'll go insane if that happens." He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall. "You don't know what she does to me. Her laugh, her smile... I can't control myself around her."

Dargus smiled. "Well, I'm sure you'll find the perfect dress for her. And, unfortunately I don't have all the right advice for this situation. I guess...be nice to her. Women like that. And, don't hit her. Women don't usually like that. Sometimes spanking is okay though, but only during sex. And, um...think about what she wants before what you want. I heard that one on a holofilm once."

Keeve cracked open one eye and looked at Dargus as he chuckled. "You really have no idea how to win a woman over either, do you? Well...at least we truly are father and son."

Dargus laughed. "I've always taken what I wanted. I found out that taking doesn't always work. So, now I'm at the point of needing to try different things. Maybe treating her how she wants to be treated won't be so bad. As long as she doesn't ask for more than I can give."

Keeve nodded thoughtfully for a moment, then slapped his hands together and pushed off the wall. "Well, I'll give it a try with Shiv and tell you how that method works. Maybe then, you can try it on those two beauties you've got locked away."

Dargus grinned. "It's a deal," he said. After a moment, he shook his head. "This should be an interesting experiment to say the least. I hope you enjoy your evening with Maeren. And, I promise not to disturb you until morning. Late morning."

Keeve chuckled. "If all goes well." He looked up at Dargus with pride and admiration. Despite their petty squabbles and quarrels, he did aspire in some ways to be like him, though that didn't mean he was willing to share Shiv with the man. "I better get going. I'll need to find the perfect dress for Shiv...one, preferably, that is easy to remove."

"Those are my favourite kind," Dargus said. "And, there should be plenty. We even have a few equadi that she should look quite beautiful in. You can't get much easier to remove than that."

Keeve cuffed Dargus on the arm and gave him a knowing wink. "I might just look into one. See you tomorrow, Father. And, good luck with your women."

Dargus gave the young man a smile and then dropped back into his chair. Once Keeve was gone, he turned back to the scrolling data. He knew Yelara would like to know about the information on that screen, but could he do that to her? She already despised him, and revealing this might make it much worse. Or it could draw her to him irretrievably. With a sigh, he decided to give it time. He had until morning at least.

---

"Hunter's Lair"
By: Syan Daywalker - Bounty Hunter
Karia [NPC]

Location: Hunter Vessel Aesir
Date: Niothe 24, 4ABY

***

In his dreams, Daywalker always stood alone at the bottom of a black pit, staring up at the faint glow above that suggested freedom. Many times, he tried to climb to reach it, but he would only get so far. Once he thought himself close enough to escape when the wall gave away and dropped him back into the black.

In his dreams, Daywalker's hands were always dripping with blood. His chest heaved and his body ached with the fatigue of a battle finished, and pumped with the adrenaline of one to be met.

He knew what his dreams meant. He knew that he would never be able to kill enough to get out of that pit.

***

Nightmares had ceased to have any affect on Syan. He no longer woke in a greasy sweat. The day no longer began with him springing up in bed, heart pounding in his chest.

Today, life began with his eyes opening, pupils dilated by pituitary request. His hand closed around the blade under his pillow and he sat up quickly. But the knife never found flesh and sinew. Instead he let it fall to the sheets.

Karia the prostitute was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking decidedly disturbed by the knife before forcing a smile.

"How did you get in here?" he demanded.

"Through the door," she said. When he looked, she added, "I picked the lock."

He frowned. "The man that installed that lock said it couldn't be picked."

"Maybe you should do to that man with that knife what you intended to do to me," Karia replied coolly.

"Why are you here?" Syan asked, deflecting the stinging retort with another question.

She smiled again, for real this time. "I came to thank you for saving us, and allowing us on your ship." The Ferrerrio touched his thigh lightly through the white satin sheet and turned to slip farther up on the bed.

"Zen Wayland helped save you. Did you thank him too?"

She took her hand away and favored him with a dark look. "No. Are you jealous, bounty hunter?"

"No."

He shrugged some and sat up better in the bed. "Just curious. Since his ship's a black stain right now, I don't think Wayland has a lot to spend."

"You're not a nice person are you, Syan?" she asked, sighing.

He shook his head. "Not really."

"Well I am. Or at least I try to be. Being what I am, I've had to do a lot of things to survive. I'm not proud of all I've had to do, but I've survived and still not turned into an asshole like you." Her silver-gray eyes narrowed. "I thought we had a nice time that night, and I thought you liked me. I don't have any money, so this was the only way for me to repay you for saving us."

"I didn't do it for payment," he told her. Turning away, he slipped his legs out of bed and stood.

Karia shifted on the bed to watch him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready," he answered over his shoulder as he stepped into his pants.

She huffed, "For what? Zen already told me that you two arranged the watches already. That's why he's in the cockpit and you're in here." A small smile crept to her lips as she slipped off the bed behind him. "I don't make you nervous, do I, bounty hunter?"

When her hands lighted on his waist, he turned. The latch for his trousers remained unlocked, the waistband instead rested on his hips. "I'm not used to having people in here. The only person ever in here besides me is the droids."

The smile remained on her lips as she asked, "You're a hunter aren't you? Hunters hunt. I find it hard to believe you've never brought prey back to your lair before." The smile had become a grin and it was obvious she was having fun with the stereotype jargon.

Syan shook his head. "No, never."

"Then I'll be the first. A virgin for the second time," she smiled as he was duly informed.

---

"Tinkering"
By: Jemul - Droid Trader

Location: Droid Haven - Yelldon, New Plouton
Date: Niothe 24, 4ABY

***

Jemul looked at the targeting drone once again, but he still couldn't believe how obsolete it was. The computer used an old 106 type processor! Current machines started with an alphabetic prefix, the newest being the 'D' class. Anything using just numbers would have been manufactured at least two decades ago.

Clearly, the metal shells of the device showed much use, indicated by nicks and pings all over their surfaces. The Jawa pulled a book from the shelf, containing schematics for "Processors of Yesteryears," and found the section on the 106 type processor. The Coordinating task-processor was of such antiquity that it used a separate isolinear chip to process mathematical computations!

The Jawa smiled. While cleaning his shop and making the attached apartment inhabitable, he had found a large window fan. This reminded him of the Jawa's scavenger vehicles of his home world. On Tatooine, everyone learned ways of beating the oven-like heat. The cord for the fan was frayed, but easily replaced. Jemul watched the blades turn as he contemplated how to improve the devices. The fan was very effective in cooling his workspace.

Jemul thought long and hard. Of course! C04 processors would fit in the same size housing. He could embed a dedicated random-number generator, as well as tactical commands. That would make the droids faster, more maneuverable, and also better for target practice. And lighter duranium hulls would make them stronger, able to withstand more abuse before they were destroyed.

It was time to work! But Jemul was distracted, thinking back to the bar fight where he had hid from a drunken Wookiee. Had his customer not acted to quell the disturbance, he might have not faired so well. But things turned out okay.

Despite the fan, Jemul wiped beads of sweat off his brow. The soldering gun was hot, and while replacing components wasn't difficult, the miniature size of the targeting drones didn't give him much room for mistakes. The Jawa did what others of his species would do under the circumstances, and drew a stein of water from the faucet.

Forty minutes later, he had the new hardware and software installed. Once this tested well, it didn't take long to manufacture the rest of the order. After a few minor adjustments, the newly improved targeting drones were available and awaited Quinlan's return.

Curious, Jemul took one of the old models and a new device outside. The revised version clearly out-performed the antiques. The Jawa was able to tag the old model with a simulated energy blast, but the new version dodged and weaved too much for him to blast it. The test succeeded! Jemul smiled and returned inside, proud and satisfied with a job well done.

---

"Conflict of Interest"
By: Maeren "Shiv" Shivral
Keeve Zenarr [NPC]
Imola [NPC]

Location: Dargus' Cruiser - Hyperspace
Date: Niothe 24, 4ABY

***

There were no more tears. She had cried herself dry after Keeve left her alone. At first she thought they would flood the bath. After that, perhaps her room. But now her cheeks were dry. The pain of missing Kaysa and Merrick was almost too much. Keeve's eyes reminded her much more of Kaysa now, except not quite as bright.

She loved him as she always had, but he was so different now. She couldn't resist him. He was a beautiful young man, and when he was tender she liked being with him. But he wanted to change her so much. He wanted her to be his ideal woman, no matter how much she had to change to be that. Maybe he would realize what he was trying to do before it was too late. Hopefully he would realize that to stifle her love would be like taking away her air.

She looked in the full-length mirror and couldn't help but be surprised at the young woman looking out at her. She wore a long flowing dress of gauzy material. It was various shades of red and looked like either a sunset or a fire, she hadn't decided which yet. It was a beautiful dress. She didn't mind that it was an equadi and exposed her to whomever may be looking. She had few inhibitions, and that was certainly not one of them.

She turned away from the mirror and ran a hand through the many intricate braids of her hair. The young woman who'd helped her with her hair had suggested it and Shiv decided to try it. She moved and started to sit on the bed, but the sound of the door opening stopped her. She quickly returned to upright and faced the door.

"Like I said, red's your colour." Keeve walked measuredly into the room, taking his time to absorb as much of Shiv's beauty as he could before they departed for dinner. The fabric of the gown was thin enough that he could see her delicate, perfect breasts and the gentle curves of her waist and hips. He disapproved of the way her hair was styled, but it was a minor grievance. The rest of her appearance made up for it ten times over.

Keeve adjusted the sleeves of the knee-length black jacket he wore, then smoothed back his hair. Never once, though, did he tear his eyes away from the beauty awaiting him. "You look incredible, Maeren." He stopped before her and passed his eyes over her slender form. "Do you like the gown? It fits you perfectly."

Shiv nodded quickly. "It's beautiful," she said. "I like it very much. It feels like wearing sunshine."

Keeve chuckled fondly and picked up a strand of plaited blonde hair. "Who did this to you? I liked your hair loose."

Shiv looked toward the mirror and smiled at her hair. "I like it like this," she said running her hands through the plaits. "I don't know her name, but she helped me with my bath and then with my hair after."

"It looks...odd. Please don't wear it like that again." Keeve pushed away the blonde braids as he leaned over Shiv's shoulder to plant a gentle kiss upon her neck.

Shiv moved away from him before his lips could touch her skin. "I said I liked it," she said. "If I want to wear my hair like this, I will. I like it this way, Keeve. If you don't like it, you don't have to look at it."

Keeve stiffly craned his neck to each side, a calming technique meant to keep him from lashing out at Shiv. They hadn't even started the evening yet, and he wasn't about to sabotage his chances of winning her over already. "I'm sorry," he said finally and with a tightness in his voice. "I just think you look more beautiful with your hair loose." He shot her his most dashing smile and moved closer to her. "You hungry? Dinner should be ready soon. Why don't we head down to the dining hall?" He offered her his arm and encouraged her gently to take it.

Shiv hesitated a moment before slipping her arm into his. "Okay," she said quietly. "I think with my hair like this it gives me a more exotic look. I like it, Keeve. I think it's beautiful."

"Then I like it too." Where before he had failed, Keeve lowered his lips to Shiv's cheek and managed to plant a kiss there. "Come on. I think they've prepared everything you could possibly want." Keeve escorted Shiv out of her room and started leisurely down the corridors with her. "Did you enjoy your bath earlier?"

"I did," Shiv said. "It was very relaxing. And, there were so many different kinds of soap. I think I was in there for nearly an hour. The girl helping me kept having to recycle the water in the bath. When I was in there, I was thinking about you and me taking a bath later, though. I think that'll be nice." She was silent for a moment, and then she sighed. "Keeve, I-- I miss Kaysa and Merrick."

He sighed and nodded slowly. It was understandable, but he couldn't say that he shared in her sentiments. "You don't like it here with me, then. I love you as much as they did, Shiv. Isn't that enough?"

"It's not a matter of enough, Keeve," Shiv said. "I love them. I love you too, but I love them. I won't ever be able to stop loving them, and...and I hate being away from them. They're probably worried sick. It's not about enough, Keeve. But, I don't think I'll ever be able to convince you of that."

"Well," he said slowly, "I know I'd miss you if we were ever separated. I guess it's the same thing in a way, isn't it?" Keeve sighed as her slipped his arm around Shiv's waist and pulled her closer. "Can't you be happy with me, Shiv? We're stuck here now. Can't you just accept it and try to make the best of it?"

"What if I weren't here, Keeve?" Shiv asked. "Would you just accept it and make the best of it? Would you just go on as if everything were fine?"

Keeve stopped in the corridor, and stopped Shiv as well by tightening his hold on her waist. He grasped her chin gently and turned her face towards him. "What do you expect me to do, Maeren? I've tried to make you happy - I'm still trying! - but you refuse. This dinner, the gown, all of it's been for you, Maeren. I've tried to please you, but you reject it all. Tell me what to do for you, Maeren? Tell me what to do to make you smile?"

"I'm a prisoner here, Keeve," Shiv said. "You're treating me wonderfully, but I'm still a prisoner. I may never see Kaysa or Merrick again. I want to go home. Me and you, we can go home, Keeve. I want to go home with you, where we could still have Kaysa and Merrick with us." She sighed and shook her head. "I'm just sad, that's all. And, I don't know if there's anything you can do to make me happy like I was. I'll try to make the best of it, but...but I can't promise... I'll try though."

"That's all I want you to do." Keeve raised her chin and lightly kissed her lips. "You just leave the rest to me," he whispered. "I'll make you happy, Shiv. I swear it." He kissed her again, deeper and with more passion this time, pulling her into him. She'd forget all about Kaysa and Merrick eventually, then he would be the only person on her mind. "Now," he said once their lips parted. "Are you hungry?"

She nodded. "Yes," she said. "I haven't had much at all to eat today."

"You're going to wither away. Can't have that." He kissed her one last time then together, they began down the hallway again. He kept her closely by his side, not daring to let her stray too far from his reach. She was fragile and uncertain; she missed home, but she'd warm up to him and her new home soon enough.

They came to a set of two, large doors and with a snap of his fingers, one of the guards unlocked them. As they parted for Shiv and Keeve, he looked down at Shiv and concealed a grin for what awaited them on the opposite side.

Once they entered, Keeve glanced around the room, approving of the preparations made, which were exactly as he'd specified, from the large table piled with gourmet dishes, all the way to the bed at the far end. "So...you like it? This was done just for you, Maeren. Only for you."

Maeren looked around the room and her eyes went wide at the sight of the bed. What was-- She looked at Keeve and saw the excitement and pride in his eyes. He didn't see anything wrong at all with this scene. He thought it was perfectly fine. She smiled. "It's perfect."

"You think so?" Keeve almost let out a sigh of relief, glad that finally he had done something to please Shiv, but instead, he placed a kiss upon her cheek and led her towards the table. "Father said you might like some music while you eat, so I even had some selected especially for the occasion. I hope the style is to your liking."

Shiv smiled. "I'm sure I'll love it," she said. "It's all so elaborate and wonderful, Keeve. I don't think I've ever been around this much food before."

"You said you were hungry, so..." He slid out a chair for Shiv at the head of the table and helped her into it, then secured the seat next to her on the adjacent side of the rectangular table. From that position, he could easily slip his hands beneath her equadi and caress her thigh, as he did before they were even settled. "Would you like some wine? Anything you want, Maeren."

"Yes, please," she said. "I may be hungry, but I hope you don't expect me to eat all of this." She glanced down at his hand, working its way up along her thigh. Incorrigible, she thought.

"Of course not. We'll give the leftovers to the other girls. And although you need a little more meat on your bones, I don't want you too fat. So, no, I don't expect you to eat all of this." He raised the comm wrapped around his wrist and spoke softly into it. Moments later, two naked servant girls scurried into the room, one carrying a tray of wine and the other empty-handed.

Keeve motioned for the one to serve the wine, and the other to join him at his side. The girl was no older than Shiv, but her features were a stark contrast to Shiv's. Whereas Shiv was all creamy white skin and blonde hair, the servant girl was bronze, tanned flesh with dark hair and eyes. Keeve smoothed a hand over her bare breasts as she leaned forward to receive his instructions. He grinned leeringly at her, and the girl returned the gesture with an alluring, yet demure smile. His other hand caressed the wine server's rear as she came into proximity to fill his glass, but she was far less relaxed and flinched at the touch, splattering wine onto the table. Keeve sighed wearily and made a dismissive gesture with his hand that sent the girl hurrying away.

The other remained at Keeve's side, flashing her dark, seductive eyes at him, eyes that conveyed clearly an offering Keeve would have otherwise accepted if his heart hadn't belonged to Shiv. But, it was tempting. With a subtle shake of his head, he refused her. She simply shrugged and departed with a meek gait, but her humility was belied by the feral smile she shot Shiv.

"I do enjoy those desert bred girls," Keeve commented as he watched the girl exit the room. "They've got fire in them." Soon after, a gentle stream of music wafted through the room, just as he'd requested.

"Then why'd you send her away?" Shiv asked. "She wanted you. She wanted to be with you, to give you everything. And, don't say it's because your heart is mine. Just because you love me doesn't mean you can't enjoy her too. You don't have to love her to enjoy what she can give you."

"But I only want to enjoy you, Maeren. That's all I've wanted since the first time I discovered I love you." He reached across the table and took Shiv's hand. "I thought you'd be happy that I didn't take a different slave girl to my bed each night. Are you telling me you want me to sleep with those girls?"

Shiv smiled and kissed his hand. "If you want to be with them, Keeve," she said, "then you should. I love you, and I'll always love you. But if you want to share yourself with someone else, I don't mind. It would be hypocritical of me to get upset at you if you slept with someone other than me." She brought her hand to his cheek. "It's alright if that's what you want."

"I don't want that," Keeve said fervently. He gently pulled her hand from his cheek and kissed the delicate flesh of her palm. "They're nothing compared to you. They mean nothing to me. Yes, they're beautiful and very willing, but why waste time with them when I can be more fulfilled by you?"

"Very well," Shiv said with a grin. "She was very pretty though, especially her eyes. I will do my very best to be fulfilling for you." She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. "But, if you ever have the desire, don't let your feelings for me stop you. Whatever happens, I'll still love you, and I'll still be with you."

"If I have desires, Maeren, I'll come only to you for satisfaction." He brushed his fingers along her arm and gazed up into her irresistible brown eyes. "And vice versa, I'm hoping."

How badly will you beat me if I go to someone else, Shiv thought. She gave him a smile. Unconsciously, she brought her hand to the mark at her throat. "I'll only be with you," she whispered.

"You mean that, Maeren?" Keeve spread a series of kisses upon her soft flesh, starting from Shiv's hand and up along her arm. He kept his eyes, burning with desire, on her and a gentle lustful smile upon his lips. "Will you be with me tonight then? And every night after that?"

Shiv sighed and looked away. "You'll never let me be with anyone else, will you? You'll never let me see Merrick or Kaysa again, will you?"

"That's not my choice. That's up to Father. You're here because he needs some leverage over Zale Tregat." He slipped off his chair and stood over Shiv. With as gently as he could despite his frustration, he grasped her chin and turned her face up to him. "If you want to see Merrick and Kaysa again once you're free, you can. But you can't be with them, Shiv. I love you and you love me..." He sighed and caressed her chin with his thumb. "What you had with them was unhealthy. You're young, Shiv, and gullible. They shouldn't have taken you to their bed. It wasn't right and showed bad judgement on their part. But we can have something pure and good, Shiv. Don't you want that?"

Shiv's face reddened, both with shock and outrage. She pushed her chair away and stood up. She wasn't as tall as he was, but in her defiance, she could have been ten meters tall. One thing that had always been true about Shiv was how fast her hands were, and it was demonstrated clearly for Keeve as her open palm smacked hard against his cheek. "How dare you?" she snapped. "I love them, and I don't care what you think, you immature little shit. I'm twenty years old, Keeve. I've lived those twenty years, and I made my decisions. I decided I wanted to be with them, and I was. You may look all grown up, but you're still the same ten year old brat you've always been."

Keeve clenched his fists at his sides with his face contorting from the struggle to keep himself from striking Shiv back. Instead, he let out a roar of frustration and whirled away from her. She was beautiful even when she was angry, but that still wouldn't be enough to prevent him from hurting her. "You enjoy enraging me, don't you? You get some sick enjoyment from it!" he hollered, still keeping his back to her.

He stalked forward towards the doorway and put one of his fists into the wall. The metal dented under the blow's force, but more damage was done to his hand than to the plating. He pulled his bruising knuckles away and cursed aloud as he examined the injury. "I may have lived for only ten years, Maeren, but I have twenty three years worth of knowledge in my head!" Finally turning to face her, the urge to rush towards her and batter her returned, but his love for her overpowered it and kept him at bay. "Why can't you love me as you love them? Are you heartless? I've tried to give you everything, but I'm not greeted with gratitude. Instead, I get hatred and anger and disdain. Why?!"

"It's not what you give me," Shiv said, her voice a snarl. "It's what you take away. You want to possess and dominate me. You want to destroy who I am and make me your willing servant. You want me to forget about my other loves and dedicate myself to you. It won't happen, Keeve. If that's what you're waiting for you're wasting your time. I'll love you, but not when you try to cage me. I'm not some pretty bird to sing for your enjoyment. I'm Maeren Shivral, and you're trying to kill me!"

Keeve laughed derisively and shook his head, suddenly feeling weary. "Maeren, I don't want to destroy you, as you seem to believe. I want to love you but you make that so difficult!" He grasped her arms in a firm, but gentle grip and brought her towards him. "You don't have to forget about Merrick and Kaysa, but you have to move on. You're never going to see them again and there's no point in sinking into a depression over it. I'm offering you love, not possession. I've given you clothing, allowed you to roam freely on this ship, offered you things no ordinary woman on this ship would have. I'm not trying to oppress you as they have been, yet still you accuse me of smothering you. Are you intentionally trying to vilify me? Do you go out of your way to hate me?"

Shiv struggled to get free of his grip, but couldn't. Her eyes blazed with a fire that had never been there before. "If I'm never going to see them again, you're never going to have me again, you bastard. I don't care what you want to give me or how wonderful you think you are. If I can't have them again, then you can't have me. If you want me, you have to take me. If you want me, you have to hurt me. They gave me everything, and you want to take them away from me. I will never be what you want me to be. Ever!"

Keeve tightened his grip to secure Shiv and jerked her menacingly closer to him. "I've never asked you to be anything but Maeren Shivral! I love her! I love her spirit and her laughter; I love her liveliness and even her stubbornness. You're convinced I'm trying to change you, but I'm not! I just want you to love me. It's not my fault Father is keeping you prisoner here. You're stuck here so make the best of it or you'll be the only one responsible for destroying Maeren Shivral!"

"If you're not trying to change me, then you have no problem with me loving Merrick and Kaysa?" Shiv asked. "When we visit Tae'Karada, you won't have any problem with me being with them? You're asking me to love only you and I can't do that, Keeve. I can't love you on those conditions."

"You seem to think you're going to see them again, Maeren," he said coldly. "I can assure you that you will not. You're not stepping foot on Tae'Karada again. The only thing you have left of Kaysa is memories and the eyes you're looking into right now. Love them both if you choose, but you'll only hurt yourself in the end."

"And, I can assure you that I will never willingly be with you again," Shiv rasped. "You can rape me if you want, but it will only make me hate you more. I gave you another chance, Keeve. I gave you the chance to get into my heart and love me, but not anymore. I won't be your lover, I won't be your wife. All you have left is what you've wanted from the start: a slave."

"Fine! You want to be treated like a slave? You want me to show you the same lack of respect I show all of Father's slaves?" Keeve shoved Shiv away and hollered into his wristcomm. "You seem so content to think me cruel and despicable. You want to place me into the role of the depraved, corrupt captor whether I fit there or not?"

The dark skinned slave entered the room, paused for a moment to take in the scene, then approached Keeve with a desirous smile. Keeve's features hardened and all the warmth he had once shown to Shiv went cold. "You want to misjudge me intentionally, Maeren? You want me to typify everything you despise in a person?" He shot out his arm and pulled the slave girl into his embrace. His eyes remained fixed to Shiv's as his other hand aggressively unfastened his pants and pulled free his erection. "You want a monster? You want to hate me, Maeren?!" Keeve jerked his hips forward and thrust his penis into the girl. She threw her head back and emitted a prolonged moan that grew in intensity as Keeve fiercely took her in front of Shiv. "You've got your monster, Shiv," he growled. "I hope you're happy."

Shiv crossed her arms over her breasts and looked away as he continued to thrust himself inside the girl. She couldn't talk to him when he was like this. She couldn't talk to him at all. He only cared about himself and what he wanted. He only cared that he loved her and that he got whatever perverted, bastardized version of love he thought he deserved. How could he deny her the love that she wished to give? How could he hate Merrick and Kaysa so much? They would have given him the world, but he was too spoiled to see that. He needed everything now: to have her, to be grown up. Not getting what he wanted would teach him a valuable lesson.

Imola, the slave girl, cried out again as Keeve picked her up and set her onto the bed to continue demonstrating to Shiv that he was the selfish brat she thought him. He gave his body to Imola, but his attention remained on Shiv. His grunts grew louder, only to draw Shiv's eyes towards him. He wanted her to witness this. It was what she'd been waiting to see, yet she refused to watch and validate her prejudices. "Is this what you wanted, Maeren?" he hollered above Imola's shrill cries. "I told you I'd give you everything you wanted, but you didn't believe me! Now you will, though, won't you?"

"You'll give me what you want me to have," Shiv said. "Not what I want. If you wanted to give me what I wanted, then you'd try to get us out of here. You'd try to get us back to Tae'Karada where we could all be together. If I could be with you and Kaysa and Merrick, I'd love you more than anything, Keeve. But you're too selfish and afraid to let that happen. You don't trust me to love you enough. But, you don't want me to love anyone but you. I can't do that, Keeve. I can't be that way."

"You don't even want to try!" Keeve jerked violently into Imola, but the delirious smile on her face indicated she enjoyed the rough treatment, and the fact that he had chosen her over Shiv. She arched off the bed and clawed at the fabric of Keeve's jacket, but he didn't care about her or whether or not he was pleasing her. Shiv mattered and no one else.

"You don't want to love me, Maeren," he continued. "If you did, you wouldn't be so hard on me. You would try to put Kaysa and Merrick aside for one moment, and think about me! You're selfish, Maeren. You're selfish and heartless!"

"If you think I'm selfish for not wanting to give up on loving them, then I'll take that as a compliment," Shiv snapped. "All you care about is yourself, Keeve. I can't stop loving them anymore than I can stop loving you. But you demand that I put them aside. Never, Keeve. I'll never put either of them aside for even a second. If you want me, you have to share my heart with them."

Keeve pulled out of Imola just as she was on the verge of climaxing. She grabbed Keeve's arm and desperately tried to draw him back onto the bed, but he wrenched it away from her and pushed her down forcefully. The sneer she gave Shiv was filled with murderous rage. It was widely known she was Keeve's favourite and the rest were shunned by him because of that. Shiv certainly was not their favourite, and as Keeve approached her, went to Shiv instead of her, Imola could understand why many of the slave girls wished to have ten minutes alone with the blonde bitch.

"Maeren," Keeve said, his voice softening dramatically as he neared her. "You can love them if you want, but you're wrong about sharing your heart. You don't share it, not with me." He came before her and looked down upon her. Noticing his erection still protruding out of his pants, he quickly stuffed it back in. "When you're with me, you think about them, you yearn for them. Your mind, your heart...it's all theirs, even when we're together. Do you know how frustrating that is? Do you know how much it hurts? You're always sad, no matter how hard I try to please you, and it's because you don't love me at all. You love them and are unwilling to do the same for me. You shut me out and give all your love to them still. You're a liar, Maeren Shivral. You don't want to love me, no matter what I do for you, whether or not I accept you for who you are and who you love." Keeve looked into her stubborn, defiant gaze and shook his head. "You're a liar."

Shiv threw her arms wide. "Look around, Keeve," she said. "Take a good long look around this place, and use that twenty-three years worth of knowledge in your head to take a wild guess why I may not be happy here. I love you, Keeve, but I'm still a prisoner here. I'm separated from my home, from the people I love, and the places I love to go. Take me home, and I'll love you like you'd never believe possible. Take me home, Keeve. Please, take me home." The tears seemed to come out of nowhere and Shiv cursed them. She hated begging, but her desperation was great. "Please?"

Keeve heard a throaty laugh come from behind them and he shot Imola a scathing glare. "Out." The girl swallowed back the rest of her amused laughter and scrambled out of the room. "Maeren..." Keeve said softly as his attention returned to her. "Don't cry." He gently gathered her into his arms and stroked her dampened cheek tenderly. "I don't belong there, Maeren. I wasn't happy with those strangers. I was only ever happy when I was with you, and I want to repay you by giving you the same joy. Let me give you that, my love." He sighed as he kissed the top of Shiv's head and tightened his embrace. "How about if I give you something? A small gift. Would that make you happy, at least for a little while?"

"Don't," Shiv whispered. "I don't want gifts. And, you do belong there, Keeve. They loved you. As much as I love you, but in different ways. You weren't happy with them because they said no to you. You weren't happy because you couldn't do whatever you wanted. Not because of anything they did to you. You didn't give them a chance. I want to be with you Keeve, but...but here... I want to go home."

"No," he said, a note of finality in his tone. "You can make a home with me, here, Maeren. Please..." He stepped back and lowered himself onto one knee. Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it tenderly, then placed it against his heart. "I'm begging you, Maeren, as I've never done for anyone else. Please, give me and this life we can have together here a chance. As for my gift... I'll have to ask Father first, but what if I let you send a message to Kaysa and Merrick? Will you try to be happy then? Maeren, will you do that?"

"So, you're denying me them, aren't you? You won't even try. You won't even try to find happiness with me. You just demand that I be happy under your conditions. I don't want to live here, Keeve. I don't want to be happy here. Not with Dargus Kandran. Not like this. I can't and I won't. If you want me, we have to go somewhere else at least. If you want me to truly love you, you'll come back to Tae'Karada with me."

Keeve closed his eyes and lowered his head in disappointment. She refused to cooperate, to compromise in order to make peace between them. But it was obvious she wanted things her way, or no way. Keeve released her hand and stiffly rose to his full height. He opened his eyes again, but didn't dare look down at her and reveal the hidden dejection within them. "You're breaking my heart, Maeren," he murmured. With not even a glance in her direction, he stepped past her and started for the door. "I hope you realize that."

"You've already broken mine a thousand times over," Shiv said. "You took me away from two people I love. You hurt me physically and emotionally. I've been locked in a room on a ship owned by the man who kidnapped me before, who branded me and forced me to 'entertain' his men. And, now you ask me to be happy and live here among them as if everything is fine. As if there's no pain from that time. You don't care about what I'm feeling inside as long as it serves to make you happy. All you want is something pretty to look at with a cunt to stick your dick in. You don't care about me, Keeve. You never have. You only care about Keeve and what Keeve wants. You don't give a shit about how miserable I am. Just sweep it all under the rug, and pretend I'm happy for your benefit. You've already broken my heart, Keeve. Shattered it."

Keeve stopped at the doors and gripped the frame. "And now you're returning the favour?" He turned his head to the side, but didn't dare look at her. "I guess we belong together, then, Maeren. We're both cruel, merciless bastards." His hand blindly groped for the door console and on his third try, he managed to tap in the correct unlocking sequence. As the thick, steel doors parted he straightened his slumped shoulders and said quietly, "Enjoy your meal, Miss Shivral." And was gone before the doors could fully recede.

Shiv turned away from the table and moved to the corner of the room. She pressed her back against the wall and slid to the floor, her tears coming quickly as sobs wracked her body. Why did it have to be this way? Why did he have to hurt her so much? Why did he have to keep her in this hell? She wanted to love him. She wanted to be with him. But, he was forcing her away. He was pushing her. And, why did it hurt so much? How could she love him like this, and have him so unwilling to truly try to make her happy?

The rest of her thoughts were nothing but a jumble as she curled in on herself, her sobbing tears overpowering everything else.

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"High Treason, Part 1"
by Major Dane Weyland
Grand Admiral Tarkin
Shrezade Anoran
Rilanna Kir
Cham [NPC]
Hajne Toray [NPC]
and various additional NPCs

Location: Drogen Shipyards and beyond
Date: Niothe 24, 4ABY, early morning

***

Buried softly within the network of steel coils and beams that made up the Drogen Shipyards laid the unmistakable sleeping form of the Maelstrom. The sleek, serpentine hull of the Imperial Strike Cruiser hummed sleepily as its collection of crew, pilots, and staff made their way through its veins like its life's blood.

However, deep within the belly of the beast lied its heart, Major Dane Weyland. His deathlike stare upon the viewscreen before him gave way to thousands of hells within him brewing, as his headset lay beside him in pieces on the floor. Quietly, and patiently, he tapped the button on his console that would open up a secure transmission to his commander in charge, Grand Admiral Tarkin.

"Major Dane Weyland..." Tarkin nodded. "I trust that all is well. The reports of the construction have been satisfactory enough. But I trust this is not why you contact me," he said.

"I wish that I could, Sir," Weyland began with a sneer. "I've probed the delicate walls of the Shipyard and have learned that Anoran is not, in fact, a supporter of the Empire. I have also learned that she has used her Chief of Security to try and ferret information from myself." Weyland let out a slow growl. "Conveniently after an explosion rocked a few docking bays under Imperial control. Luckily it merely scorched a few Dreadnaughts," he added again, speeding his tone of speech. "I am implementing the go-code to appropriate the Drogen Shipyards as an Imperial Military facility and placing Drogen staff under arrest. I have already sent appropriations for an assault team to gather here this evening."

"I was wondering when this would happen..." Tarkin nodded. "It did not seem crystal clear that Miss Anoran was glad of our presence. I want her captured but unharmed. I want her to see what happens to those who cross the New Empire. Use those who work for her as an example..." Tarkin told Weyland. "Cease all the starship activity. No one gets in or out without your own clearance permission! And find if she is allied with the New Republic. I expect no mistakes..."

"Understood," Weyland sneered and began inputting commands into his datapad to be spread across his personnel. "I've already requisitioned my reserve battalion of stormtroopers and will be on site in three hours, accompanied by prison barges. The spacers onboard are responsible for the terrorist attack, and Drogen's security staff are responsible for not doing their duty to fully assist the Imperial Navy. I will have an update available for you in three hours, sir."

"Very well, Major..." Tarkin nodded. "Out!" he said as the commlink was broken.

***

Three hours later, as expected, a flash of light lit up the surrounding space of Drogen's Shipyard, as five large Imperial ships glided across the void, and entered orbit with the shipyards.

Conveniently registered as the weekly shipment of electronics and hull materials for the building project, the staff onboard the Shipyard lay unprepared for Weyland's wrath.

One large Galleon class frigate slid into its docking bay slowly, as its boarding lights spun to cast a revolving yellow glare across the hull of the space station. Slowly, but surely, it backed into space until its boarding doors sealed against the shipyard's.

In unison, every Imperial ship with exception of the currently docking Galleon exited their bays and surrounded the shipyards, and the spaces in between filled with TIE fighters swarming the shipyard like a bee-hive.

Upon the main deck of the shipyards was the bustle of the common spacer and freight pilot, and within one hundred feet of the doors that led to docking bay ninety-four was the spaceport hub.

It was as if fear could be smelled in the air although the group of stormtroopers gathering by the doors of docking bay ninety-four was a weekly event. The gathering of smugglers and Drogen staff that usually gathered to sneer at the Imperial personnel arrogantly felt a strange apprehension as they leaned over their tables to watch the painted steel doors hiss open to reveal the tan coloured uniforms of Naval engineers.

Only this time, the four doors hissed open to reveal hundreds of the unforgiving faces that marked the helmets of Imperial stormtroopers.

The hub instantly hushed, as tavern patron and passer-by alike stopped nervously to gawk at the display...and after what seemed like forever, the silence was broken by the sound of Major Weyland's voice over the Shipyard's loudspeakers.

"Citizens of Drogen Shipyards, this is your Director Major Dane Weyland of the Imperial Navy speaking. I advise you to lay down all weaponry and surrender willingly, and you will be treated fairly."

The stormtroopers calmly filed out into the hub, weapons at the ready as Weyland continued.

"No one leaves this station without my acceptance. The Shipyards are surrounded by Imperial blockade and all ships including escape pods will be incinerated upon takeoff. I expect your full cooperation, thank you."

***

The atmosphere in Shrezade Anoran's office was one less of confusion and anxiety than it was of sheer mirth. The announcement was purely lyrical and she listened on with a soothing cup of gin in one hand and an amused smile upon her face. Hajne, however, was a little more tightly wound. But, Reza didn't let her stammering, nasally voice from over the personal intercom disturb the peace she'd attained. She knew this day was quickly nearing, and now that it was here, she was going to deal with it calmly and reservedly.

She saw no point in getting worked up simply because the Empire was run by idiots. So instead, she sipped slowly at her drink and listened to the entertainment.

***

Rilanna Kir stormed onto the command deck of the station with Cham at her heels. "Drogen Security, this is Kir. Switch to tactical frequency three now. Go." She counted to ten, and began speaking again. "The Empire is seizing control of the station. I don't want to lose any of you today, but this is your home they're trying to take. This is an unlawful seizure of private property, and we're not going down without a fight. You've all been trained well, and use your knowledge of the station to your advantage. And, take down as many of them as you can. Save Weyland for me though. Let's make every shot count. Repel all incursions by the Empire, and take no prisoners. Kir out."

Cham whoofed a response and Rilanna shrugged. "Yes, you told me so," she said. "At least I saw those ships leaving the station and knew something was up. Let's go report to Mrs. Anoran." With her helmet tucked under her arm, Rilanna strode toward the administration office. She stepped through the doorway and saw Shrezade's eyes widen. It wasn't every day, her new friend saw her dressed in full battle armour and armed to the gills. "Weyland is trying to seize the station," she said. "I've got my people arrayed to stop him."

"Oh, I know all about that," Reza said with a dismissive gesture. "I've been sitting here watching and listening to the whole thing. It's quite entertaining, actually." She extended her glass of gin towards Rilanna and smiled. "Drink?"

"No," Rilanna said, and added, "thank you. They'll be coming here first." Next to her, Cham glanced out the door, fingering his bowcaster as he did. He shook his head and Rilanna nodded. "We're going to try to push them back to their ships, or into space. I don't think we have enough people for that though."

"Of course you don't. The Major came prepared, Rilanna." Reza closed the intercom channel, where Hajne was still rambling frantically, and rose smoothly from her seat. "My dear, Rilanna," she said softly as she moved toward her. "Why are you still here? I gave you that chip for a reason. Now get off this station and use it."

Cham let out a howl. Rilanna turned to him. "I can handle this," she said. "Thank you for the sentiment though. We're not leaving. They've got the station blockaded, and we'd be shot down as soon as we left the bay. Besides, someone has to protect you from them. I won't leave you like this, Shrezade. I can't. I won't abandon a friend in a situation like this." Cham let out a barking hoot. "Thank you," Ril said. "Cham says he's not leaving either."

"Then you're both fools," she replied simply. She stood before the both of them with her hands firmly planted on her hips and a most stern, yet motherly frown upon her face. "At least find a secure hiding spot downbelow until you can devise a plan of escape. Please, Rilanna. Don't defy me. I can handle Weyland. No need to worry about me."

"I don't know why he's suddenly made his move," Rilanna said, "but he's made it. He's pulled all his ships out and blocked out all escape routes. My job is to see to the security of this station and to keep you safe. I'm not walking away to see you get dragged off to some Imperial Penal Facility. He wants you, he's gonna have to work for it. Besides, I want to be here when he gets here. I had good sex with him, and this is the thanks I get?"

Reza laughed gently and affectionately patted Rilanna's cheek. "Oh, my dear girl, what would I do without your humour to lift my spirits? Well, if I can't convince you to give up this foolishness and escape, would you care to have a seat?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? What do you know that I don't? Why aren't you even concerned about what Weyland is going to do to you?"

"Because there is nothing that can be done," Reza replied. "Please, do sit. Hajne!"

The frantic secretary appeared in the doorway nervously chewing on her nails. "Yes, Mrs. Anoran?"

"My dear, will you get the door out there and make certain it's secure? Lock it tight now, understood?"

Hajne nodded jerkily and immediately did as was asked of her.

"Now, have a seat, Rilanna. Cham, you too, now." Reza sighed happily and sank into her leather chair. She tapped on her vidlink and turned the device towards Rilanna. "Now, I want you to watch closely, my dear. I think this will be quite entertaining." Reza depressed a button beneath the surface of her desk and soon a small panel slid out on her right. Her fingers moved lightly along the buttons, and after tapping in a series of commands, Reza sighed and sat back. "Isn't it wonderful, my dear Rilanna? I've been waiting so very long to test out this particular addition I made to the station when I first took my position. Quite effective in eliminating unwanted guests, do you not think?"

"Dear gods," Rilanna rasped. "That's...that's a nerve agent. What...what about our own people? My security people are out there."

Reza shrugged. "Only minor losses when compared to what will be gained. I had first meant to implement this particular tactic to rid the lower decks of the scum residing there, but some fools seemed to think that was far too much like murder." She sighed. "Oh well. At least it's being put to good use now."

"What if the filtration systems in the stormtroopers' armour can filter out the gas?"

"Major Weyland doesn't wear armour," Reza noted. "He will die."

Rilanna smiled. "I was hoping to be able to do it with my own hands after this, but this works just as well." She quickly pulled up her comlink. "This is Kir. Pull back to secure location. We're gassing the corridors. Repeat pull back." She looked back over to Reza. "Now we see what happens next."

Reza laughed softly as she retrieved her bottle of gin and refilled her glass. "Isn't this fun, Rilanna? Now, I don't want you to think me completely cruel. I have spared the civilian inhabited areas of the station and concentrated the gas on the Imperial occupied areas, as well as all major corridors. Of course there will be residual exposure to other parts of the station, but..." Reza shrugged once again and sipped at her drink.

"Hopefully my people will keep the civilians out of the way," Ril said. "They should be pulling back to safe areas now. Hopefully this will be enough to keep them back. I imagine when Weyland dies, the Imps will lose focus and pull back to their ships."

"Hopefully," Reza echoed with a smirk. She slid her glass of gin towards Rilanna and nodded her encouragement. "Take it. You'll find the show far more amusing with alcohol in your system."

Rilanna took the glass and allowed herself a drink from it. "Not too much though," she said. "I don't want to be halfway to drunk if they do make it up here."

***

The deafening sound of hundreds of blasters being fired in unison rocked the facility as the menacing battle continued. Hundreds of deadly stormtroopers waded through the corridors, leaving behind a multitude of spacers as they lay in pools of their own blood...dying as they lay clutching their depleted blaster pistols.

One particular swarm of troopers rounded about the corridors on their way to director Anoran's office. Turning a corner, a stormtrooper was met with a volley of blaster bolts that sent him flying lifelessly into the wall with a death cry. Immediately, the remainder of his squad dispersed across the corridor and began to face a barricaded crew of Rilanna's security forces.

The space in between them was a deadly sea of crimson and sky blue fire, exchanged between the two forces. Amongst the howl of gunfire, a stormtrooper with a red shoulderpad began a radio signal to Dane.

"Major Weyland, sir! Morse reporting in from deck twelve," he called aloud, his voice barely audible over the blasterfire on Weyland's comlink.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" Weyland said with a sigh, staring out of his viewscreen as he sat safely upon the Maelstrom.

"We're held down on deck twelve by a group of Drogen's security forces. We're halted to Anoran's office, copy."

Weyland sighed and tapped his thumb on his chin, before pressing down again upon the transmission control button. "Morse you had better not have forgotten your training. Back behind the pressure door and ignite detonators. Find a different route. Do it now!" he snarled into the microphone as he seethed and cut the transmission.

Slowly, back on deck twelve, the stormtroopers retreated as the remaining security agents in the corridor gave a soft sigh of relief.

Morse pulled his men back merely twenty yards to a small indentation on the wall marked "Emergency pressurization release." He looked back to his troopers and nodded as five of them each rolled one thermal detonator towards the corner where they had met the forces. Immediately, Morse slammed his closed fist into the weakened glass of the pressurization release, and pulled the lever. A plasteel pane of pressurization glass, much stronger but just as transparent as the glass used on viewports in transport ships, slammed into place.

***

Outside of the shipyards, the fleet began to open fire upon fleeing ships, as space was filled with the explosions of the crumbling hulls of escaping ships as a fierce dogfight took place.

Just then, in a moment of what seemed to be a place of silence within the battle, one portion of the hull of Drogen Shipyards quickly grew to change color from a cold steel to an angry red, as the hull bent outwards in a furious explosion. Weyland shifted his personal viewscreen to watch the atmosphere and debris suck violently from the corridor on deck twelve, along with living and slain bodies.

"Sir!" Morse called over his comlink again. "Drogen forces have rounded about, we're being held against the pressure wall trapped in."

"God damnit Morse!" Weyland yelled into the comlink. "Kill them! You're an Imperial Stormtrooper for god's sake! KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!"

"Sir, they're closing a pressure door...No...AAAARRRRRRR--" Morse called as the communication went abruptly dead.

Another explosion rocked the corridor of deck twelve, shuddering the whole complex for a second time. However, this time Weyland was watching the frenzying death throes of a squad of his own men being sucked out into space.

"All squads!" Weyland spat angrily into his comlink as his face grew red with rage. "No more prisoners with the exception of Drogen staff including Rilanna Kir and the Wookiee! If they're not a stormtrooper or carrying a datapad I want them dead! DEAD!"

Although the Empire was winning the battle on Drogen, Weyland hissed silently to himself in the commander's chair of his massive Strike Cruiser, and slowly the pain in his gut grew as the image of Rilanna formed in his mind's eye. He slammed his fist down upon his commander's chair and grunted, returning his vision to the battle ahead.

***

The Drogen security force began pulling back from the conflict as they received the order from Captain Kir. Each grabbed a rebreather and goggles in retreat, at least they'd be partially protected from the gas now filtering through the station. Shots fired down the corridor were only meant as a discouragement, not intended to kill. However, if they did, no one would complain...at least none of the Drogen people anyway.

"Team three," the leader called out. "Regroup at junction nine-nine-seven."

Pressure doors slammed closed, and the team hustled their way back to safety. Let the Imps deal with that.

***

Amidst the smoke and debris that littered about the shipyard, the stormtroopers continued their battle against the scum of the shipyard, as a light green haze began to fog the station. One by one, the remaining spacers fell to the ground as their lives spasmed from their bodies. Bewildered, the stormtroopers rose from their barricades and scanned the station for the remains of standing life.

"Sir, this is Sergeant Hynek reporting in, it appears Drogen staff has sacrificed the station with gas," one stormtrooper called out as he tapped the side of his helmet.

"Figures a move that a vile woman like Anoran would take," Weyland said aloud, reclining comfortably in his Commander's chair. "Proceed with full search and detail. Clear out the gas and filter the system so that it will not happen again and then report."

Weyland chuckled softly to himself. Such a move by Anoran was something that Weyland should have predicted, and would have been loving overkill if he himself had been aboard during the fight. The dogfight surrounding his ship had died to all but a crawl, and escape pods were no longer being jettisoned into space. Anoran was either dead, or onboard the Shipyard still.

"Also, Sergeant," Weyland spoke into the comm. "Lock down all non Imperial craft into place and set up a hunt for the remainders with Gamma squad. Director Anoran and staff are believed to still be onboard."

***

Hours passed.

Like a virus, the white armor of stormtroopers and lead grey of officers swarmed the shipyards, as the rubble was slowly being cleared and cleaned for its new ownership by the Imperial Navy. The Empire had completely infected the Shipyards with their presence, and their ships were circling about the complex like a swarm of ants around the fallen carcass of a dog.

Elsewhere, however, within the belly of the station, marched a large squad of stormtroopers as they paced cautiously...hunting the survivors of the attack.

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"High Treason, Part 2"
by Major Dane Weyland
Shrezade Anoran
Rilanna Kir
Cham [NPC]
Hajne Toray [NPC]
and various additional NPCs

Location: Drogen Shipyards and beyond
Date: Niothe 24, 4ABY, early morning

***

"Well," Reza sighed. "Those Imperials are a tenacious bunch. Fools... Look at them writhing like snakes, dying pathetically all for the Empire." Her darkened gaze fixed upon the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. "No one will even remember them after this. What a waste."

"The gas isn't doing much against them," Rilanna observed. She shook her head. "You know, I don't think it will take them much longer to realize we're not Downbelow. You'd think they would have come straight here." She shrugged. "Eventually, we'll have to fight them. Unless we can find a way out of here."

Reza chuckled deeply and glanced slyly at Rilanna. "Yes, that would be convenient, wouldn't it?"

Rilanna narrowed her eyes. "You know something," she said. "You have some plan that you're not telling me about. Well, what are you waiting for?"

She stared at Rilanna with a secretive little smile, then threw up her hands and rose. "Oh, alright. You've convinced me, Ril." Reza strode to the side wall and depressed a button that rested flush with the surface and was otherwise inconspicuous to anyone who didn't know of its existence. A small, square-shaped panel receded into the wall to reveal a console with a DNA scanner. With a wave of her hand and a proceeding beep, an even larger section of the wall panelling slid away to reveal a hollowed, dark opening. "Escape shaft," Reza stated perfunctorily. "The former director had it installed." She turned back to Rilanna and grinned shrewdly. "Care to join me?"

"You know," Rilanna said with a smile, "I don't mind if I do. Where does it lead? Will we have a way off the station? If we can get to the hangar bay, we might be able to sneak out on my ship. She's tough and fast. I've broken blockades in her before. I'm sure this will be a real test, but I know we can make it through."

"No need," Reza said. "It leads to an isolated section of the station. An escape vessel is waiting there for us. There isn't much room, but it's a fast ship, or so I'm told." She stepped away from the shaft just to the edge of her desk and hollered out to Hajne.

The obviously frightened secretary, as judging by her violently quivering body and the tears glistening upon her cheeks, stepped into the doorway. "Y-Yes, Mrs. Anoran?"

"We're leaving," she announced curtly.

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Anoran." Hajne wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I hope you get away safely. Good luck."

Just as she was turning to return to the comfort she'd found beneath her desk, Reza called her back. "You fool," she said almost affectionately. "Where are you going? Get in here this instant and place your worthless self into that escape shaft."

Hajne stared dumbfounded at Reza, then at the darkened passage in the wall, and burst into tears again. Reza winced at the nasally, bawling sobs being emitted by her idiot secretary, and was unprepared for the embrace Hajne trapped her in soon after. "Cham!" Reza called out almost frantically. "Get this cretin into the shaft...immediately!"

The wookiee let out a howl, a gentle one for Hajne's benefit. He grabbed her wrists from behind Shrezade's back and eased the woman's arms away, breaking the embrace. He gave her a gentle admonishing series of growls and howls. And, started leading the way toward the secret exit.

Rilanna placed a hand on Hajne's shoulder and smiled. "It'll be alright," she said.

Hajne nodded, then gasped softly. "Dargie Junior!" She scampered away to the reception area and began rifling loudly through her desk. Unseen objects clattered as they hit the ground and datapads skittered across the floor as they were tossed clear. Finally a triumphant cheer arose, followed by a gentle purr. Hajne returned to the office with a box hugged tightly to her chest and a dreamy smile upon her face. "Dargie Junior," she sighed.

"Oh dear gods," Reza scoffed. "You disgusting creature. Is that what you do in the office during my walks?"

Hajne's smile curled mischievously and with Dargie Junior securely in her embrace, she crawled into the shaft.

Reza, still rolling her eyes and shaking her head, strode towards the passageway, but her steps faltered and she whirled back around as a boom reverberated through the office from the reception area door. "Well, it would appear they've finally come for us. I suppose we'd better hurry then."

Rilanna drew her blasters and aimed them toward the door leading out to where the stormtroopers were. Sparks had begun to cascade away from the door, and she swore under her breath. "They're cutting through," she rasped. "Both of you go, I'll cover you."

A look of concern flashed across Reza's face, but disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It was Rilanna's duty as security officer to protect her, but as her friend, Reza wished she would neglect her duty and get into the shaft. "Cham!" Reza snapped. "Get into the escape tunnel. I'll follow behind you."

The wookiee howled his protest, but did as he was ordered after a glare from Rilanna. Once he was gone, Ril glanced at Reza. "You're next," she said. "I'm right behind you."

"You'd better be," Reza replied gently. She placed her hand on Rilanna's shoulder and gave her friend a warm smile. "You're dear to me, Rilanna Kir. No matter what happens from hereafter, I would like you to know that." Before the moment could become any more awkward with a gushy response from Rilanna, Reza snatched a bottle of liquor from the cabinet, then disappeared into the darkness of the escape shaft.

Rilanna held her blasters in clenched fists, both trained on the door where stormtroopers would soon come pouring through. She quickly holstered one blaster, pulled on her helmet, and disappeared back into the shaft. Low-light optics kicked in and the shaft became bright as daylight. She elbowed a button on the wall, and the hidden door closed.

On the other side of the wall there was no sign that a secret passage to some unknown part of the station even existed. With their exit covered, Rilanna started off after Shrezade and the others.

***

The door to Shrezade Anoran's office burst open in a shower of smoke and sparks. The crumpled frame of the door clattered to the floor as white-armoured troopers poured into the office. Blasters moved to cover every angle, every possible threat.

But there were none. The office was empty.

The lieutenant in charge strode into the main office, past the desk of the secretary. His eyes scanned the room, taking in all the information being given to him through his suit's sensor interface. It was empty, and there was no sign of escape.

"They must have made it out before we got here," he said, and turned back to face his troops. "Form up and head back. There's no one here."

He made a quick report to Major Weyland, and received a blistering torrent for the effort. It was obvious the man was upset, and he feared for anyone that might be on the command deck of the major's ship.

"We're to conduct a room by room search," he told his second-in-command. "As soon as the station's security has been dealt with, they'll send over a sensor team. Until then, we're searching the old fashioned way."

"Yes, sir."

With that, the stormtroopers left Shrezade's office, and moved off to deal with the security personnel still causing them trouble.

***

At the end of the tunnel, Reza saw a bright shaft of light guiding their escape. She hoped that wasn't a portent of what was to befall them, but what it did mean for now was that they'd reached the isolated hangar bay. Hajne was still clutching Dargie Jr. tightly as she stood nervously by the ship, and Cham had already gotten the ramp down by the time Reza slipped out of the cramped space. The hangar bay was only big enough for the ship itself and was located on the opposite side of the station, but considering it was surrounded by Imperial vessels on all sides, they really were no safer than if they'd stolen a ship from one of the repair bays and flown straight into a fleet of Imperial starfighters. But at least the element of surprise was on their side, which increased their chances of escape very slightly.

Reza rubbed her sore lower back with one hand, then extended it to Rilanna to help her out. "Cham," she called out. "Fire up the engines."

The wookiee howled a response and disappeared up into the small ship. Rilanna accepted Shrezade's hand and easily dropped out of the ventilation duct that served as the exit point on their escape route. She looked at Hajne trembling near the ramp, and caressing the box as if it were an infant. She tried not to laugh.

"It looks fast," Ril said as she paused for a moment to gather her wits and rest from the mad dash down the shaft. "I'm not too concerned about armaments because it would be suicide to take any of their ships on out there. We'll have to blast out of here and head straight to our destination. But, I do have an idea. Do you know how well it's shielded?"

"It should be top of the line," Reza said. "I've never had to use it before, but I made certain it was always in good shape and modified with any new technology available. I'm certain it is heavily shielded."

Rilanna nodded. "Given its function here, I'd hope it would be," she said. "Well, let's go find out. I want to get out of here. The station's starting to get that...Impish feeling. C'mon, Hajne, get on in, we're about to break out of here."

Hajne trembled and watched Rilanna fearfully. "You mean...we're going out t-there? With all those ships?"

"Yes, Hajne," Reza replied impatiently. "What did you think we were going to do with a ship, you silly fool?"

Hajne whimpered. "But they'll blow us up! The actresses in the holofilms never get blown up. I can't get blown up!"

Reza sighed sharply and jerked Hajne forward by the arm. "Get in that ship, Hajne Toray, or you won't live long enough to see another holofilm again."

The girl sobbed quietly, but scampered up the ramp without another protest.

Reza shook her head slowly and followed soon after. She stopped at the top of the ramp and awaited Rilanna's ascent. "Do you think we can escape?" she asked. "Can we do this, Rilanna?"

"We have a better chance out there than we do in here," Rilanna said. "The ship's small, just a little larger than a starfighter. And, if the shields and engines are as powerful as I think they are, then we've got a very good chance. It'll be rough, and we may not make it. But, if we stay here, we're dead." She smiled and put a hand on Shrezade's shoulder once she was next to her. "Don't worry, I'll get us to safety."

"You'd better," Reza said with a smile. "I paid good money for you."

"And, a wise investment it was too," Rilanna said with a grin. "Now, let's see what this thing's got. We've got a blockade to run, and plans for revenge to make. And, I've got a score to settle with Major Dane Weyland."

Reza snorted dryly. "That makes two of us."

They mounted the ramp and Rilanna retracted it. She felt the engines fire up and when they reached the cockpit, Cham was sitting in the pilot's seat. "He isn't flying, is he?" Reza whispered.

"No, he's not," Rilanna said with a pointed look at the wookiee. "He's just keeping the seat warm for me. Aren't you, Cham?"

A soft howl was her only answer, and then Cham shifted over into the other seat. Rilanna put a hand on his shoulder and laughed softly. "You're right, I am a better pilot than you, but no one's a better co-pilot." She pulled her helmet off and set it aside. "Have a seat and strap in. We're out of here as soon as this baby's warm, and I blast the doors. It's gonna be cramped, so I'll try to find us somewhere closeby."

Reza sank into the rear passenger seat, and Hajne beside her. The girl only released her hold on Dargie Jr. to strap herself into the seat, but then still keeping one hand on her prized possession. Reza herself tucked the bottle of liquor beneath her seat and buckled in. "We're ready back here," Reza called out to Rilanna.

A quick check told Rilanna that all systems were online. She fed power to the repulsors and the small craft lifted off the deck. There wasn't much room to manoeuvre, but it would be enough. "Hit the shields," she said calmly. Cham did. "Hold tight!"

A button on the console blew out the hull plates hiding them from those outside. Suddenly all the air in the bay rushed out into the blackness of space, pulling at the ship. As Rilanna punched up the system drives, the drag was suddenly negligible. From the first jolt, it was clear that this little ship had powerful engines.

She whipped the ship down along the vertical axis, breaking away from the station as fast as she could. She didn't want to stay out in the open for too long, so she immediately brought them around. If they wanted to shoot at her, they could shoot at their own as well. The ship had a few laser cannons, but she relied on her shields and her engines. And, that's what she'd do for Rilanna now.

The ship was rocked and jolted as lances of laser fire rippled across the hull. The shields held though.

Rilanna banked the ship hard over the surface of one of the star destroyers. The TIE fighters on her tail were doing more damage to their own ship than they were to the small scout.

"I've got this," she called out to Cham. "Start preparing the coordinates for the jump to lightspeed. Shrezade, make sure you're both strapped in back there, and get Hajne to put...put Dargie Jr. away. Things are going to get rough, and none of us want to get impaled!"

Shrezade reached over to pull the box from Hajne's protective embrace, but the girl yelped as she jerked away from Shrezade's seeking fingers. "No! Dargie has to stay with me! What if he's hurt? Or worse, damaged!"

"You foolish cretin! Give the bloody thing to me now!" Already restrained by the safety straps, Reza's reach was severely limited, but she still managed to grasp Hajne's arm and began tugging on it. The girl screamed as it was pried loose, but her other arm still had Dargie Jr. securely held close to her chest. "Stop being childish, Hajne!"

Another shrill, nasally cry came from Hajne's garishly red lips as Reza continued jostling her roughly. Finally, Dargie Jr's box slipped from her hold and hit the deck. The lid flipped open during the tumble and Dargie Jr. went rolling, stopping against Cham's foot. "Oh no! Dargie!" She frantically attempted to undo her straps, but Reza once again fought to pull her hands away.

Reza gave an abrupt cry as Hajne's teeth seized her arm. Even through the fabric of her jacket, she could feel her flesh being pierced. "Hajne!" A sharp slap was heard, followed by surcease of the commotion, then whimpering sobs from the secretary. After a short moment, Reza cleared her throat. "We're all set back here," she said calmly, still glaring at the girl.

Cham looked down at the object resting against his foot. He made a whoofing comment.

Rilanna laughed softly. "Of course it's small," she said. "It's made for humans, not wookiees."

The wookiee barked out a laugh, and then quickly picked up the small cylinder and dropped it into one of the pockets of his vest for safe keeping.

"Don't worry, Hajne," Rilanna said as she banked away from another fighter as it strafed shots across their shields. "We're losing the rear shields. Hurry with those coordinates, Cham. We're going to have to break out of here or we're gone." She spared a glance back to where Hajne was still sobbing. "We're keeping Dargie Jr. safe for you up here."

"I know," she wailed. "It's just..." She drew in a convulsive breath and knuckled the tears from her eyes. "I felt safe with him...holding him."

Reza rolled her eyes and indelicately pulled Hajne's hand away from her face. "You fool...." She forced open Hajne's fingers, then slipped one hand into the girl's palm. "Better?"

Hajne's sobs ceased almost immediately, then a curious expression took hold of her features. She gazed down at Reza's hand holding hers and grinned serenely at her. "Much better, Mrs. Anoran."

Cham let out a howl.

"I see them," Rilanna said, and pulled hard on the controls. The ship spiraled away from the star destroyer and out into open space. Multiple shots battered against the ship, sending a shower of sparks from several of the controls. Had she not been wearing her battle armour, Ril knew she would have succumbed to the blue arc of energy that swept over her controls. "Now or never!"

Cham howled again, his voice frantic as the TIE fighters closed in on them.

Rilanna reached out and pulled back the toggles. The shot that would have crippled the hyperdrive, and left them dead in space, passed through the nothingness that had, a split second before, been their ship. The stars were streaks of light, extending into infinity. Streaks of light that told Rilanna that they were safe. She let out a laugh and blew out a long sigh. She turned back to their passengers. "We made it!"

Reza attempted to mask her relief with a bland smile, but a grin broke out on her face and a sigh escaped her lips. "Good piloting, Rilanna. You deserve a raise."

"Thank you," Rilanna said with a grin. She swiveled her seat back to face Shrezade and Hajne. "We're headed toward Riga right now, to that nice piece of property you gave me with that chip. We should be there in about six hours or so. The ship is small, but we should be alright to move around now so we're not sitting on top of each other."

Reza worked her hand out of Hajne's tightly wound fingers and lightly shook it out. "Is it safe to stand? There is something I wish to speak to you about, Rilanna."

"Standing is fine now," Rilanna said. "We can move around as much as we want now. The danger of the Imperials is passed, so we don't have to worry about evasive maneuvers." She indicated that Shrezade should follow her back farther toward the engine compartments. She turned to face her friend and boss. "I told you I'd keep you safe."

"I never doubted you would," Reza replied once they had achieved relative privacy. "Thank you, Rilanna. But that is not what I wished to speak to you about. Rather.... Perhaps you should drop Hajne and I off along the way, to minimize danger to yourself. If they find us, they will no doubt give up searching for you and Cham. It's my head Tarkin wants the most."

"And, that's exactly why I won't abandon you," Rilanna said. "You haven't done anything wrong. I won't let that man get ahold of you because he can't handle the thought of someone not liking the way he does things. And, I won't give up on a friend. You and Hajne need me, especially if we're going to get your station back. I'm staying with you, Shrezade."

Reza had to admit that she enjoyed hearing that, but not for one moment was she going to let it show. "Very well," she replied. "Now, what do you have in mind to pass the time with? We could finish that bottle of gin I brought along for the ride."

Rilanna smiled. "I'm sure that will help us pass the time," she said. "Do you supposed whoever set this ship up on that hangar stashed any provisions in here? I could envision a nice little bar right over there."

Reza laughed. "I think that's asking for too much. We'll have to survive with just the gin for now."

"Well, let's go ahead and get comfortable," Rilanna said. "We can pass the bottle. And, I promise that Cham won't want a drink, in case you were worried."

"I think he's far too content with Hajne's toy to want for anything else." Reza made her way with Rilanna to the front of the small vessel and returned to her seat. Hajne was still grinning at Reza from earlier when she got there, and Reza quickly reminded herself not to do anything else that would create a further attachment with the stupid, stupid girl.

Rilanna glanced at Cham and then at Hajne. She'd been about to ask him to give Dargie Jr. back, but didn't want to break Reza's secretary from her reverie. She laughed under her breath and then dropped into her chair. "So," she asked as Reza pulled out the bottle, "what are we drinking to?"

"Freedom...for now." Reza unscrewed the cap and filled it to the top with gin. She handed that to Hajne, who accepted with a giggle. Reza ignored her. She smiled at Rilanna, then guzzled down a large, much needed gulp of liquor. Her nerves settled instantly, and with a sigh, she handed the bottle to Rilanna. Before she could take if from her grip, Reza held her gaze and smiled, one filled with warmth she was surprised still existed within herself. "And to friendship, Rilanna Kir. I think we can finally drink to that."

Rilanna smiled at Reza as she took the bottle. She raised it slightly in a salute. "To a long and free friendship," she said. "And to the fall of Grand Admiral Tarkin's regime."

"And hopefully we can be the ones to do it," Reza added.

"Ooh..." Hajne crooned. "We could be famous!" She clasped her hands together against her chest and gazed distantly out into the stars. "I could play the lead in the holofilm...finally." She sighed dreamily.

Reza shifted her gaze slowly to Rilanna, then the two burst out laughing. Reza wanted more than anything to have her station back within her grasp, and Weyland dead in the process, but drifting along through space, sharing a bottle of gin and a laugh with her friend, she realized that this wasn't a moment she would ever trade, not even for all the creds in the universe.

***

The sound of shattering glass was heard throughout the bridge of the Maelstrom, as Dane sat...shaking violently with the remains of a tumbler containing water lying at his feet.

"They what?" Dane hissed, not even taking the time to gaze upon his bleeding hand or the shards of glass that were embedded into it.

"Sir, Squad Four reports that Anoran's office is empty and that the rogue ship has entered hyperspace," a thin man bearing the mark of a low ranking officer said nervously, and took a careful step back from Weyland.

"The orders," Weyland snarled as he turned on the communication to the entire fleet, "was to arrest the staff of Drogen! Did I stutter? Did I not make myself perfectly clear!"

Not one man in the fleet had the bravery to respond to his rage.

"All personnel are on full duty to assist in the efforts to find them!" he spat into the comm, his face growing red with the strain. "I want the trajectory on that jump scanned, I want all documentation on the shipyards reviewed! You will not fail the Grand Admiral again or I will have every last one of you replaced and skinned alive."

Hissing, he threw the comm to the floor, effectively shattering it into a million pieces. All he could think of were Rilanna's betrayal and the smug grin that he was sure Anoran wore. He clenched his fist and grunted with the pain, grating the glass and blood against his knuckles as he rose and made his way back to his cabin. Members of his fleet hugged the walls as he passed, filled with the anxiety of seeing Weyland having gone through such a transformation.

Soon thereafter, Dane was finally in the darkness of his cabin, and was staring at his reflection in the pale green lighting of his refresher. His eyes bore a stare of fury. The fury of a man unto himself, and to those that had betrayed him.

A large howl sounded in his cabin, as he slammed his forehead into the glass to punish himself. The weak glass cracked and formed a crystaline spiderweb, and his hundred reflections dripped blood slowly from the gash in his forehead.

"Suffering..." he whispered to himself, before erupting in unstoppable laughter. "Everyone...will suffer!"

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