Star Wars - Tales from the Outer Rim

"Closing In"
by Reeve
Jal Saren, Bounty Hunter (NPC+)
Gherig Hoff, Crimelord (NPC+)

Location: Armored Freighter FOE-HAMMER, Corridor
Date: Vadris 9, 4ABY

***

Jal Saren crept down the corridor, blaster drawn. As he neared a turn, he pressed himself against the wall and peeked around the corner, to make sure the coast was clear. It was, and he started moving again.

Jal knew it wasn't going to last. When he got to the bridge, alarms would sound, to be sure. In fact, Jal wasn't even sure he'd be able to take the bridge on his own. He'd been planning on a surprise attack, to catch them off guard, and blast the tractor-beam controls and escape before any of them knew what happened.

Of course, Jal wasn't totally sure that would work, but he figured his options were somewhat limited.

Suddenly, a door opened on the side of the corridor, and a pair of guards stepped out, in the middle of a conversation. They immediately stopped when they saw Jal, and for a moment everyone stood there, stock still and staring.

Then the guards reacted, quickly raising their guns. Jal took aim and fired, hitting them both in the chest before they had a chance to aim their own weapons. They hit the door that had closed behind them and slid down to the floor, dead.

Jal exhaled a deep breath. That had been close. He hoped the noise wouldn't attract any undue attention.

***

The guard heard the door opening, and turned to see who it was. He barely had time to react as Reeve lunged, gripping him by the throat with one hand and lifting him into the air. The guard could feel his wind-pipe collapsing as Reeve's iron grip tightened around his neck.

"Tell me," Reeve said, his voice soft and calm. "Where is Gherig Hoff?"

The guard tried to say something, but couldn't get the words out. Reeve rolled his eyes and loosened his grip somewhat, to let the guard speak.

"He's in his private chambers!" the guard croaked out.

"And where might I find those?" Reeve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"On Deck 1, not far from the bridge!"

"Thank you very much," Reeve said, with a polite smile. Then his grip tightened all the way, snapping the guard's neck like a twig. The guard went limp.

Reeve dropped the guard's lifeless body to the ground and turned towards the door. Now that he knew where Hoff was, it was only a matter of time.

***

Suddenly, alarm klaxons went off. Jal immediately cursed. His luck certainly had been rotten as of late.

"Attention!" a voice over the ship's PA system sounded. "Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Reeve sighted on Deck 3. His destination is Deck 1. Repeat, Reeve is moving towards Deck 1. All personnel, move to intercept! Exercise extreme caution!"

Jal smiled. So, it looks like that stun blast didn't put quite as much of a dent on Reeve as it looked like. Now that the maniac was loose on the ship, Jal felt certain that the bodies would start to pile up.

If it was anywhere else, Jal might have been horrified. But recent events had made him a little less fond of Gherig Hoff and his goons. Jal hated to say it, but Reeve was going to give them what they deserved.

Still, Jal didn't want to run into Reeve, if he could help it. Chances were, Reeve would still be a little mad about that business back on Thanatos. Of course, Jal was starting to suspect more and more that that whole fight had been just for show, and that this had been Reeve's plan all along.

Well, it made sense. Jal had been thinking that capturing Reeve had been pretty easy, considering his reputation. This was likely the only way that Reeve could get onto Hoff's ship.

Clever bastard, Jal thought. Oh well, doesn't change a thing. I still need to get to the bridge.

***

Reeve pressed himself against the wall and peered around the corner. A group of 6 guards were waiting, their blasters drawn, ready to shoot him as soon as he rounded the corner. Reeve frowned and began to think. He wasn't fast enough to make it down that corridor without getting shot, and while Reeve knew he could take one or two blaster shots and probably live, 6 of them would surely kill him.

Then Reeve spotted a control console on the opposite wall. An idea began to form in his head, and he smiled.

***

The guards stood, their fingers on the triggers, waiting for someone to round the corner. Anyone who was foolish enough to come that way was definitely dead. Even Reeve.

The guards waited.

Suddenly, the lighting in the corridor began to flicker. One of the guards looked up, and noticed that the lights had begun to die out, one by one. As more and more of the hallway was cloaked in darkness, the guards began to stir, looking at the ceiling and wondering what was going on.

When the last light died out, it was too late for them.

Reeve struck.

***

Shortly thereafter, the lights began to come back on. It was gradual, one light at a time, but before long, the corridor had returned to its normal lighting.

Reeve stood, surveying the carnage. Around him were the six guards, all of them dead. A few had their heads twisted at sickening angles, one had a broken spine, and one had had his head smashed against the wall until his skull had broken open.

Reeve looked at his hands, and frowned when he saw that they were covered in blood. He cast an angry glance at the man whose head he'd bashed in, and knelt down to wipe his hands off on the man's clothing. Once they were clean, he stood up.

Reeve started forward again, not looking back at the six men whose lives he'd just so violently ended.

***

Gherig Hoff had been in his chambers, examining Reeve's sword, when the alarms had sounded. Immediately, Hoff looked up, his eyes wide. A million thoughts raced through his head at once.

Reeve is awake. He's loose on the ship. He's coming.

Hoff set the sword down on his desk and turned, heading for the bridge.

He was determined that Reeve would not get to him. Not on his own ship.

***

Jal Saren emerged from the elevator and stepped onto Deck 1. He looked up and down the corridor, and saw no guards. He figured most of them were on Deck 2, waiting to ambush Reeve. Jal was surprised they hadn't cut off power to the elevators yet... but Jal guessed that his luck had been rotten enough for one day, and he was about due for a break.

Jal started towards the bridge. It had been awhile since he'd be on this ship, but its layout was all coming back to him now. Jal knew the way to go.

"Double-cross"
with Reeve
Jal Saren, Bounty Hunter (NPC+)
Gherig Hoff, Crimelord (NPC+)

Location: STAR-RUNNER
Date: Vadris 9, 4ABY

***

"Are you sure about this, sir?"

Jal Saren rolled his eyes and looked over at AP.

"You're the one who told me he'd be out for hours," Jal said. "Now you're getting worried about it?"

"Well, I assumed he'd be a little more restrained," AP said. Jal shrugged, taking a quick glance back at Reeve's unconscious form. His wrists were bound, and he was strapped into a passenger-chair. He had not moved since AP had hit him with the stun-blast on full power.

"Don't worry about it, AP," Jal said. "My luck ain't that bad."

"That's what you said when you lost the reward for our last job, sir," AP replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"So pazaak isn't my game," Jal shrugged. "Sue me. Did you get a message out to Hoff yet?"

"Yes sir," AP said. "He knows we're on our way. I'm sure he'll be waiting for us."

"Yeah," Jal frowned. "Now comes the hard part."

"Sir?"

"Collecting the money," Jal replied.

***

Location: Armored Freighter, FOE-HAMMER, Docking Bay

Gherig Hoff watched as the STAR-RUNNER docked and its entrance ramp lowered. When Jal Saren began walking down it, Hoff started towards the ship, flanked on either side by guards. He came to a stop in front of Jal, and noticed that he was holding a long black sword, still in its sheath, in his hand.

"Been awhile since I seen the inside of this ship," Jal said, looking around.

"Quite," Hoff said. "You have Reeve?"

"Hey now, let's not skip the foreplay, here," Jal said. "What about my money?"

Hoff frowned, then looked over at one of his guards and nodded. The guard stepped forward and threw a large black bag at Jal's feet.

"100,000 credits," Hoff said. "As we agreed. Now, bring me Reeve."

Jal nodded, and grabbed his comm-unit from his belt. "Alright, AP, bring him out."

A moment later, AP-21 appeared at the top of the ramp, pushing a hover-stretcher in front of him. Sprawled out on the stretcher, hands still bound, was Reeve. Hoff's eyes were fixed on his enemy, a look of sadistic joy and relief. It made Jal uncomfortable.

A guard walked up and relieve AP of the stretcher. AP returned up the ramp and into the ship, as the guard pushed the hover-stretcher over to where Gherig Hoff was standing. Hoff stared down at his enemy for a moment, then spoke.

"Take him to the brig," Hoff said. "I want to have a talk with him before he dies. Inform me the moment he regains consciousness."

"Yes sir," the guard nodded. He started pushing the stretcher away, in the direction of the brig. Hoff followed Reeve with his eyes, watching his enemy disappear through the hangar-bay doors. Once he had, Hoff turned his gaze to the weapon in Jal's hand.

"That is his sword?" Hoff asked.

"Yeah," Jal nodded.

"Give it to me," Hoff ordered. Jal looked at him for a moment, seeming to consider it, then nodded and held the sword out. Hoff took it and removed it from its sheath, examining it closely. He knew this blade well.

"This sword," Hoff said. "This is the sword he used to cut my hand off, two years ago."

"Yeah, Reeve sure is one helluva charmer," Jal said, shifting his stance uncomfortably. "So, uh... look, I have my money, so AP and I are just going to head out of here, alright?"

"Just a moment, Saren," Hoff said, returning the sword to its sheath. "Did you know, Saren, that every time I crush an enemy, I take something of theirs to keep as a trophy? I do it to remind myself of those who have stood in my path and paid the price. These trophies remind me of the mistakes they made, lest I repeat them. But for all the trophies I have collected, this sword will be my most prized."

"That's... uh... nice, Gherig," Jal shrugged. "Can I go now?"

"But do you know what my second most prized trophy will be?" Hoff asked, his expression turning into a sadistic smile. "Your ship, Saren."

With a snap of his fingers, two guards approached Jal and took him roughly by the arms. Jal thought for a moment about resisting, but quickly decided it was a bad idea - there were about five guards in the room, all of them armed with blaster-rifles. Instead, he looked at Hoff and forced a smile, even as a third guard stepped up and confiscated his equipment.

"Jeez, Hoff, I didn't know you liked to get rough on the first date."

"I have suffered your insults for some time, Saren," Hoff said, his evil grin fading. "Now that my biggest enemy is in my grasp, I see no reason why I should allow my second biggest to fly out of here with 100,000 of my credits."

Hoff turned his attention to one of the guards who held Saren's arms.

"Take him to the brig as well," Hoff ordered.

"You really should have just given me the money, Hoff," Jal said as the guards began to drag him away.

Hoff did not respond. Instead, he returned his gaze to the sword - Reeve's sword, now Hoff's trophy. It was truly magnificent.

***

As the guards led Jal through the corridor, Jal was doing his best to remember the ship's layout. Before, when he'd worked for Hoff, he'd ridden on this ship many times. It was a little hazy, but he thought he remembered where the important places were.

If Jal was going to get out of this one, he would have to get to his ship. Of course, with the FOE-HAMMER's tractor beams still operational, it would be a pretty short ride. So, Jal had to get to the bridge to deactivate the tractor beams... easier said than done, considering that Hoff had a small army of guards patrolling the corridors of his ship.

Still, Jal certainly wasn't going to get anything done from the brig.

"You guys like working for Hoff?" Jal asked.

"Shut up," one of the guards said gruffly.

"Hey, just making conversation," Jal said quickly. "Don't get angry."

"You're pretty cheery for someone who's going to be dead soon," one of the guards taunted.

"Yeah, I was thinking about that, actually," Jal said. "And you know what? I've decided that I'd really, really like to live. You think you guys might want to, you know, let me go?"

"Not likely," one of the guards said. "Keep moving."

"Well, worth a shot," Jal shrugged. Then, without warning, he twisted out of the guards' grasp and lashed out with a fist, catching one guard square on the jaw and knocking him out cold. Before he fell over, Jal grabbed the blaster-rifle that was slung on his shoulder and spun around, firing a blast directly into the second guard's chest.

The third guard brought up his blaster and fired, but Jal dropped to one knee, avoiding the bolt, and returned fire. His shot caught the guard in the shoulder, causing him to stumble backward. A second shot to his stomach dropped him to the ground.

Jal stood up and looked around. Then, he slung the blaster-rifle around his shoulder and grabbed his belt from one of the fallen guards. He strapped it on, then grabbed the comm-link.

"AP, it's me," Jal said.

"Yes, sir?" AP's voice replied.

"AP, it's a double-cross," Jal said. "Hoff just tried to haul me to the brig."

"And now I suppose you need my help," AP replied.

"You know, I'm really glad you understand the gravity of the situation," Jal said, rolling his eyes. "Listen, AP, get the ship ready, but don't let them know. I have to take out the tractor beams so we can get out of here. When I get back to the ship, I'll probably have some guards on my ass, so I want to be ready to leave as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir," AP replied. "See you soon."

Jal deactivated the comm-link and returned it to his belt. Then, he pulled his blaster pistol and started down the hall.

***

The guard pushing Reeve's hover-stretcher did not notice when Reeve's finger twitched. Nor did he notice when Reeve's eyes opened. In fact, he didn't notice anything until Reeve's hand had shot out and slammed into his neck, collapsing his trachea and rendering him immediately unconscious.

Reeve got up from the stretcher and looked around. He was slightly sore, but none the worse for wear. He knew that getting shot with a stun-blast was going to hurt, but it was the only way he could think of to get onto Gherig Hoff's ship.

Reeve had known about AP, of course. He knew that Jal Saren would not be so foolish as to try and take him on single-handed. And a modified droid sidekick was certainly the kind of backup that a bounty-hunter liked to keep on hand.

Now that Reeve was aboard, the real fun could begin. Gherig Hoff was already a dead man.

Reeve just had to deliver the news.

"Face Off"
by Reeve
Jal Saren, Bounty Hunter (NPC+)
Gherig Hoff, Crimelord (NPC+)

Location: Armored Freighter, FOE-HAMMER, Bridge
Date: Vadris 9, 4ABY

***

Gherig Hoff watched as his ship dropped out of hyperspace and Tae'Karada came into view. Hoff's expression was emotionless, but deep inside he was anxious. His enemy was somewhere on that world, and his other enemy would have to bring him down.

Hoff shook his head and turned, looking at a nearby crewman.

"Inform Saren that I have arrived," he ordered. "When he has Reeve, tell him to bring him here."

"Yes sir," the crewman nodded. Hoff returned his gaze to Tae'Karada.

Soon, Reeve, he thought. Soon.

***

Location: Thanatos, Street

The sun had set on Thanatos, and the streets had emptied. Only the very bold or very foolish dared walk the streets of Thanatos after dark. One lone figure could be seen, walking fearlessly down the middle of the street, not seeming to have any particular destination.

Reeve walked, not knowing where he was walking and not really caring, either. He was waiting - waiting for the man named Jal Saren to make his move.

Reeve had done his own research - after his sudden "brush" with Saren the previous day, Reeve had taken it upon himself to find out the man's name. Jal Saren wasn't the most well-known, but he had enough of a reputation that people knew his name. Apparently, Saren was supposed to be incredibly resourceful and possessed an uncanny luck. Rumor had it, Saren was an awfully hard man to kill.

No matter. No matter how good Saren was, in the end he was only human. And to Reeve, he was a mere insect.

Reeve stopped. He'd heard something - a noise from behind him. He did not turn to look, because he knew he was not yet in danger. Instead, he merely smiled slightly and rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Mr. Saren, I presume," he said.

"Good guess," the voice replied. Reeve turned, and looked into the face of the man who had bumped into him the day before. The bounty hunter named Jal Saren.

Saren's hand was on the handle of his blaster, but he hadn't drawn it yet. If he had wanted, he could have tried to shoot Reeve in the back - he would have failed, of course, but he could have tried - so Reeve guessed that Saren probably wanted to try and take him alive.

The operative word being "try".

"How much is Hoff paying you?" Reeve asked. "I do hope it's worthy of me."

"100,000," Saren replied. "Nothing personal, but I could use the money."

"Indeed," Reeve said. "However, you're going to have to earn it, you know."

"Now now," Saren said. "No need for this to get ugly. Whatever business is between you and Hoff, well... that's up to you to square that up. All I want is to take you to him."

"Mr. Saren," Reeve said. "Did you honestly expect me to come quietly?"

"Honestly?" Saren replied. "Not for a second."

In an instant, Jal Saren had pulled his blaster and fired. Reeve had to admit, the man had quite a fast draw. If Reeve had been anyone else, Saren would no doubt have landed a direct hit. However, Reeve's Imperial training coupled with his enhanced genetics made it easy for him to side-step the shot and roll behind a nearby building. Drawing his sword, he peeked out to see where Saren had gone.

Saren had disappeared from sight - likely, he was hiding behind another nearby building. Saren was obviously no fool - he knew that a straight fight with Reeve would have been a fatal decision. Instead, he was going to try and hide, take Reeve out by surprise. Reeve suspected that Saren had a plan.

But Reeve had a plan of his own. Of course, he still had to avoid getting shot.

"You've got quite the quick-draw, Mr. Saren," Reeve called out. "I can see why Hoff hired you. He must have a great deal of faith in your abilities."

"Either that or he wouldn't mind seeing you whack me," Saren called back. "But hey, I gotta pay the bills, right?"

Two more blaster shots erupted from the darkness, striking the wall in front of Reeve. Reeve ducked down and stepped back, his eyes fixed in the direction that the shots had come from. Kneeling down, Reeve picked up a medium-sized stone and hurled it in that direction.

"Shit!"

The rock clattered loudly into a nearby building. Saren had obviously ducked the rock by mere inches, but it had given Reeve enough time to quickly run behind another building, this one closer to where Saren was hiding. While Saren got to his feet and desperately searched for where Reeve had run to, Reeve climbed onto the roof of the shack he was using as cover and began silently creeping towards Saren.

Jal Saren, meanwhile, desperately searched the darkness, his eyes straining for any sign of movement. He crept as quietly as a shadow, his hand steady, the blaster-pistol still firmly gripped with his finger on the trigger.

He didn't think to check the roof until it was too late.

Without warning, Reeve dropped down onto Saren from above, kicking him in the back and sending him sprawling. Saren fell, rolled, and got back to his feet. He took aim and fired, but Reeve dodged the shot and charged, swinging his sword. Saren jumped back to avoid having his stomach split, then kicked out with his foot. Reeve effortlessly caught Saren's foot and threw him onto his back. Jal hit the ground hard, and for a moment he thought he could see stars. When his vision cleared, however, all he saw was the face of Reeve, staring down at him. The smirk had never left his face.

Reeve touched the tip of his blade to Jal's throat.

"A noble effort, Mr. Saren," Reeve said. "But in the end, pointless. You couldn't possibly have hoped to defeat me, not by yourself."

"Who said I was by myself?" Jal asked. "AP, now!"

Reeve's eyes widened, and his head whipped around just in time to see Jal's droid, AP, open fire. A blue beam of light shot out and struck Reeve full on, knocking him to the ground. He did not stir.

***

Jal Saren sat up and dusted himself off. His ribs were a little bit sore, but all in all he was in pretty good shape. That's more than most people who had tangled with Reeve could say.

Jal looked over at AP, who lowered the stun-rifle he had been holding.

"You know, I think this is the first time I was ever actually glad to see you," Jal said, as he laboriously got to his feet. "Will he live?"

"Yes sir," AP replied. "I used the highest setting. He'll be out cold for at least a few hours, and may wake up with a slight headache. Beyond that, however, he will be fine."

"I dunno' about that, AP," Jal said. "Not after Hoff gets his hands on him."

"An astute observation, sir," AP said.

"Well, help me bind him and get him to the ship," Jal said. "We got an appointment with our old pal, Gherig Hoff. And boy, will he be happy to see what I'm bringing him."

"Squaring Up"
by Reeve
Jal Saren, Bounty Hunter (NPC+)
Gherig Hoff, Crimelord (NPC+)

Location: Armored Freighter FOE-HAMMER, Bridge
Date: Vadris 9, 4ABY

***

"I want a report, dammit!" Gherig Hoff boomed as he walked quickly through the bridge doors. Lieutenant Everett, the officer on duty, turned to face him.

"Sir, it would appear that Reeve has escaped," he said.

"I know Reeve has escaped, you moron!" Hoff said, backhanding Everett suddenly. "I want to know what you're doing about it!"

"We... we have security teams sweeping the ship for him," Everett said, holding his hand to his bloody-lower lip. "But they haven't found him yet."

"Seal off Deck 2 and cut life-support!" Hoff demanded. "We'll suffocate that son of a bitch!"

"But sir!" Everett protested. "Our men are still on Deck 2, we'd kill all of them as well!"

"I said do it!" Hoff yelled. Everett gulped and stepped over to the computer console. He tapped in a few commands, but then his expression turned grim.

"I... I can't, sir!" Everett said. "Somebody has locked down the controls, I don't have access to anything!"

"What?!" Hoff said, stepping over to the console.

"Sir, there's a pre-recorded message stored in the ship's databank," Everett said. "It came up when I tried to seal Deck 2."

"Play it," Hoff said.

Everett nodded, and a moment later, Reeve's voice was coming out of the computer.

"Nice try, Hoff," it said. "But I thought of it too. In fact, I figured you'd have more than one trick up your sleeve to try and stop me from getting to you, so I just went ahead and locked you out of the computer entirely. You won't be able to do anything but... well... wait for me."

"That son of a bitch!" Hoff said, pounding his hands on the console.

"See you soon!" Reeve's voice came over the speaker. It was unnaturally cheerful, and Hoff found that both infuriating and terrifying.

"Find a way back into the ship's computer!" Hoff demanded. "I want control of my ship back!"

Everett nodded, and he and a few other crewmen set to work. Hoff took a deep breath and stared out the window into space. He had to stay calm, to think. He wouldn't let Reeve beat him, not again, not on his own ship.

***

Jal slowed down as he neared the door to the bridge. Normally, there would be guards on duty, but Jal guessed that Hoff had damn near everyone on the lower decks hunting for Reeve. Jal doubted if any of them would be successful - indeed, Hoff had probably just sent them to be slaughtered - but it didn't matter. One way or the other, Jal was getting off this ship.

"AP, is the ship prepared for take-off?" Jal said into his comm-unit.

"Almost, sir," his droid replied.

"Good," Jal said. "I'm at the bridge. Keep the engines warm."

"Aye aye, sir," AP said. Jal returned the comm-unit to his belt and tightened his grip on his blaster. He took a deep breath, then stepped towards the bridge doors. They opened.

The bridge was nearly abandoned. Jal saw only four crewmen, and none of them were armed. In the middle of the room, staring out into space, was Gherig Hoff.

One of the crew-men looked up and spotted him, and Jal immediately raised his pistol.

"Everyone freeze!" he said. All the bridge's occupants turned to look at him now, being careful to move slowly so as not to get shot.

"Saren!" Hoff said, the anger apparent in both his tone and his expression.

"Gherig," Jal smirked. "You're looking a little worked-up."

Suddenly, one of the crewmen dove for a nearby weapon's locker. Jal turned and fired, hitting the floor directly in front of the running crew-man. The crewman got the hint and stopped moving, his hands raised. He took a few steps back.

"Alright," Jal nodded. "Now, I'm just here to kill the power on your tractor beam, and then I'll be on my way."

"You're wasting your time, Saren," Hoff said. "Reeve has locked out the bridge entirely. We can't do anything from here."

"Well, I'd still feel better knowing that the tractor beam just wasn't a factor anymore," Jal said. With that, he raised his blaster and fired, hitting the main control console behind Lieutenant Everett. It exploded in a rain of fiery shrapnel.

"There," Jal smiled. "All done." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hoff said. "Saren! You have to... you have to take me with you!"

Jal stopped, and turned to face Hoff again.

"You want to repeat that?" Jal asked.

"You have to get me out of here!" Hoff said. "Reeve is going to... to kill me!"

"Oh gee, why would he want to do that?" Jal asked. "You're such a wonderful person." He turned to leave again.

"You son of a bitch, Saren!" Hoff called out. "I'll see you in Hell!"

The bridge-doors closed. Jal would never see Gherig Hoff again.

***

Hoff fell to his knees after Saren had left. He was at the end of his rope. He knew that there was nothing more he could do, except wait for Reeve to come. He was trapped. Helpless.

"Sir, what shall we do?" Everett asked. "Saren destroyed the main command-console. We can't regain control of the ship."

"I... I have to go," Hoff said, getting to his feet. He walked slowly off the bridge. Lieutenant Everett watched him leave, not saying anything. There was nothing to say.

***

Location: Hoff's Private Chambers

Hoff entered his private chambers. His desk was at the far end, his large chair still behind it. On the walls were trophies, the things he had taken from crushed enemies. He had dozens, and normally marvelled at the sight of them, but he paid them no heed now. He walked numbly towards his desk. Reeve's sword still lay there, but it no longer gave Hoff any joy to look at it.

He was going to die. It was no longer a question of "if". Now, it was just a matter of time.

Hoff felt sick.

As he neared the desk, he heard a voice that made his eyes widen in primal terror.

"Well, I've been waiting for you."

The large-backed chair behind Hoff's desk spun, and Reeve was sitting there, his fingers steepled, his face wearing a sadistic grin. His dark eyes stared at Hoff, piercing him to the soul. Hoff could do nothing but stare back.

For a moment, neither spoke. Then...

"Reeve..." Hoff said.

"Yes," Reeve nodded. "This is no nightmare, I am here."

"You... you're going to kill me?" Hoff asked.

"And why not?" Reeve asked. "You tried to kill me. Fair is fair, after all."

"Please," Hoff pleaded. "Please, I don't want to die."

"Oh now, Hoff, this really is unbecoming," Reeve shook his head. "Do you really want to spend your final moments quivering in fear, begging for mercy?"

"I...I don't, I don't want to die," Hoff shook his head. He was shaking, and there were tears on his cheeks. Reeve sighed and stood, picking up his sword and strapping it to his side once again. He walked over to Hoff, who shied away at his touch.

"Don't worry," Reeve said. "I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not yet, anyway."

Surprisingly gently, Reeve took Hoff by the arm and started towards the door.

"Come," he said. "You and I are going to take a little walk."

Hoff could do nothing but obey. Reeve led him to the doors.

"What about my guards?" Hoff asked quietly.

"Don't worry about them," Reeve shook his head. "They're all dead."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

They stepped out into the corridor.

***

Location: Hangar Bay

Jal ran into the hanger. The STAR-RUNNER was a sight for sore-eyes... the sooner Jal got off this ship, the better.

AP lowered the ramp for him as he approached. Jal dashed up it quickly, and in a moment he was seated in the pilot's chair. AP was next to him.

"So, did you have fun, sir?" the droid asked.

"Yeah," Jal nodded, making a few last-minute calibrations. "Oodles."

"What about Hoff?" AP asked.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about him anymore."

The STAR-RUNNER lifted off, and flew out into space.

***

Location: Escape Pods

The elevator door opened, and Hoff stepped out. He looked around, then looked back at Reeve.

"The escape pods?" he asked.

"Yes," Reeve nodded.

"Why?"

"You'll see."

Reeve stepped over to one of the pod-bay doors. He tapped a few commands into the control console. There was a noise, and suddenly the escape-pod in the bay blasted off into space. Reeve watched through the small window as the pod slowly got smaller, before disappearing entirely into the blackness of space. The bay-doors closed again, sealing the chamber.

"Well then," Reeve said, turning to face Hoff. "You know what it's time for now, don't you?"

"I don't understand," Hoff said.

Reeve turned and hit a button on the tiny console, and the door into the pod-bay chamber opened. It was rather large, big enough accommodate an attached escape-pod, but it was empty. Reeve turned to look at Hoff again.

"Get in," he said. Hoff's eyes widened as he realized what Reeve was going to do.

"No!" he cried.

"In a moment, I'll break both your legs and throw you in there," Reeve said. "Now, why don't you be a good boy and just get in on your own?"

Hoff began to cry, but he slowly stepped towards the open door. He stepped down into the pod-bay, turning to look back at Reeve. His eyes were red, and tears streamed down his face.

"Please..." he said. "Please, don't."

"You know, Hoff, a lot of people mistakenly call me a sadist," Reeve said. "That couldn't be farther from the truth, you know. You see, a sadist is someone who takes pleasure in the suffering of others. Someone who enjoys inflicting pain and death. But that's not me at all. For what possible joy could there be in crushing someone as pathetic as you?"

With that, Reeve hit another button on the console. The pod-bay doors closed suddenly, sealing Hoff away in the pod-bay chamber. Hoff began to scream, pounding his hands on the door, begging Reeve to let him out.

Reeve hit another button, and the outer-bay doors opened. Gherig Hoff was sucked out into space.

"Loose Ends"
by Reeve
Jal Saren, Bounty Hunter (NPC+)

Location: STAR-RUNNER
Date: Vadris 9, 4ABY

***

"So, what now, sir?"

AP's voice roused Jal Saren from his thoughts. Jal turned to look at his droid companion.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean, where to?" AP replied. "After all, Hoff is dead, Reeve is gone... there does not seem to be any further reason for us to stay here. So... where to?"

"Thanatos, I suppose," Jal shrugged.

"Back to Tae'Karada, sir?" AP asked. "Is that wise?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Jal asked.

"Reeve, sir," AP said. "Surely, he escaped from Hoff. If he should return to the planet, he may find us. I don't know that he will be happy to see us, sir."

"I doubt it," Jal shook his head. "That whole fight between me and him... you hitting him with that stun-ray... somehow, I get the feeling it was a set-up. Reeve needed us to get him to Hoff... I don't think he'll come looking for us now."

"But still... why return to Thanatos?" AP asked.

Jal thought of a witty-retort, something about how Thanatos was a "wicked hive of scum and villainy", but decided not to bother. Instead, he just sighed.

"Look, why don't you just shut up and do as I told you, alright?"

"Very well, sir," AP said. Jal returned his gaze to the stars outside.

***

Location: Thanatos

A pair of dark eyes watched as the STAR-RUNNER approached and landed in the hangar.

Once the ship had descended behind the walls of the hangar, Reeve smiled. The trouble with Hoff was over. With Hoff dead, the bounty on his head was meaningless, and now all that remained was to make sure that this business was truly finished.

***

Location: Thanatos, Hangar

"And clean up the place while I'm gone, too!" Jal shouted up the ramp at AP. He heard the droid reply, likely some kind of snide remark designed to get under Jal's skin, but Jal let it go. Instead, he turned. A figure stood at the end of the ramp, clad in all black. A familiar-looking sword hung at the figure's side. The figure was looking up at Jal with eyes as dark as space itself, a slight grin on its lips.

Jal stopped. His hand slowly went to the handle of his blaster, but he did not draw. Instead, he did his best to smile.

"Made it off the FOE-HAMMER, I see," he said. Reeve nodded. "And Hoff?"

"You needn't worry about him anymore," Reeve said. "I took care of him."

"How?" Jal asked.

"I blew him out of an escape-pod bay into deep space," Reeve said, as though he were describing the most trivial of details. Jal's smile faded.

"You could have just stabbed him, you know," Jal said. "But I won't say he didn't have it coming."

"Quite," Reeve said.

"So... what brings you here?" Jal asked.

"You do, of course," Reeve said.

"Me?"

"Yes," Reeve nodded. "You see, I don't like to leave loose-ends. I made that mistake with Hoff, letting him live the first time instead of just killing him, and we all saw how that turned out. This time... I want to make sure."

"I gotcha," Jal nodded. And suddenly, he pulled his blaster. Jal was a quick draw, there could be no debate, but Reeve was faster. In an instant, Reeve had drawn his blade and swung it. Jal saw the blade catch the light of the hangar as it whistled through the air, and closed his eyes, expecting to feel the bite of the metal tearing through his neck.

It didn't. Instead, he felt the blade come to a gentle stop, barely touching his neck. Jal opened his eyes, and saw Reeve grinning back at him. Jal let his breath out, suddenly realizing that he'd been holding it.

"Neat trick," he said.

"Indeed," Reeve smirked. "Now you see, Saren... I could have killed you just now. I could kill you still. But I won't."

"That's good to hear," Jal said.

"You see, Saren, I have no especial desire to see you dead, and neither do I have any especial desire to see you live," Reeve said. "It would not suit my purposes to kill you, any more than it would suit them to spare you. So instead, I leave the decision to you."

"To me?" Jal asked.

"Never give me reason to regret this night, Saren," Reeve said, his expression suddenly turning cold. "Stay away from me. If I should have reason to visit you again, you will not survive the encounter. Do you understand?"

"Not so well," Jal said. "You'll have to speak into my good ear."

For a moment, Reeve stared at him, and Jal expected that, at any moment, his head would be severed. But instead, Reeve smiled. He lowered the blade, returned it to its sheath, and looked up at Jal.

"You have quite the sunny disposition, Mr. Saren," Reeve said. "I think the galaxy is more interesting with people like you in it. It is a shame that we will not be friends."

With that, Reeve turned and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Jal called. Reeve stopped, but did not turn to face him. "What are you going to do now?"

Reeve laughed, then turned his head to look back at Jal.

"You'll see," he said with a wink. Then he continued walking, disappearing into the dark Thanatos night.

"Revisiting Past Lives, Part 1"
by Jerek Welder [NPC+]
Jadda the Hutt

Location: Jadda's Palace, New Plouton
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Jerek walked up to the palace entrance and sighed. "Why am I getting myself into this again?" he thought to himself. Tapping on the door, he waited for some kind of response and expected the greeter to be some sort of automated droid that popped out of the door. He looked around and fastened his gloves, waiting for whatever came next. Although he had been away from the pit fighting industry, he wasn't rusty. He would practice every day for several hours, perfecting his technique.

Indeed the automated droid popped out and grunted a few words in a strange dialect. The only obvious thing was that it was a question. However, it did not wait for an answer on Vicks' part and retreated back inside. Shortly after, the large doors opened and gave Jerek entrance.

Inside, shortly beyond the doors were a couple of Gamorrean guards and a female twi'lek. "Ahh... If it isn't the infamous Jerek Welder, retired and yet to be defeated pit-fighter," she welcomed.

Jerek gave off a half-assed smile and chuckled. "May I speak with Jadda?" he inquired.

"You may speak with me," the female twi'lek replied with a grin. "If what you have to discuss is of any interest, then we shall see if Master Jadda is willing to see you or not."

"Employment. I'm willing to lend my fighting skills for a price..." said Jerek responding to the Twi'Lek with a retorting grin.

"Have you been sacked at the station?" she asked with a tone of mockery. "Or simply bored perhaps of pushing crates? Make no mistake, Mr. Welder... I know your type. You're a fighter, and as such it would seem that any other job would not fulfill you. Now, let us see if Master Jadda is willing to see you now," she said with a nod. "Wait here."

A few moments later, the twi'lek returned. Jerek was still waiting as told. She looked at him from top to bottom, as if studying him. "Master Jadda will see you now. Perhaps after business is made you would stay and enjoy yourself. I'm sure I can show you the pleasures that make us twi'leks so well known, should you get the graces of my master..." she said with lust in her words.

Jerek grinned once again and looked her over fully. "We shall see, won't we?" He walked past her inside toward Jadda's platform. He stood and nodded his head. "Good to see you again, Jadda. It's been awhile hasn't it?"

"Ahh... Wata sa ta champio Jerek Welder. Chowbasa. Haku jee ha che chuba?" Jadda stated. The droid that stood near the Hutt translated. "Master Jadda welcomes you, Jerek Welder. He wishes to know the purpose of you coming here."

"I'm looking to come out of retirement... That job up on the shipyards didn't cut it for me... You were the first person I thought of," said Jerek.

Jadda laughed. "Du jooba peet-fitoo oob murishani?" the Hutt asked. The droid translated. "Master Jadda asks if you were thinking of a job as a pit fighter, or bounty-hunter?"

"I can do both..." Jerek said with a smile. "You can always count on me."

Jadda puffed on his long pipe for a few seconds as he thought about it. "Haku mu-moolee chuba bolla che?" he asked. The droid translated once more. "Master Jadda wishes to know the amount you wish to be paid for this service?"

"How about 1000 a job with transport provided. Not a bad amount for someone who's laying his life on the line eh?" said Jerek, hoping he'd comply by knowing Jadda would bargain.

Jadda laughed. "Con creeda moolee-rah. Mu-moolee fifto luto," he stated. The droid translated. "Master Jadda is willing to pay you half of what you asked. No more than that."

Jerek laughed. "You really think I'm gonna fight for that little amount! I can probably get more from Weibran the Hutt! I'm undefeated remember?" added Jerek.

Jadda laughed. "Slimo peedunkey! Foonta creeda seven hundred fifty. Nobata yatu!" he then spat. The droid looked at Jerek. "Master Jadda offers you 750 credits for your services. No more than that."

"900, transportation and a new blaster. That seems fair to me," said Jerek.

"800... Jee bousha chuba hodrudda. Wamma blastoh an transport," Jadda stated. "My Master offers a sum of 800 credits because he likes you, plus the blaster you request. Transportation is always dealt with, so you needn't worry," the droid translated.

"...Agreed. When do I start?" asked Jerek with a smirk.

"Ateema," Jadda nodded. "Chuba bolla yavoo wermo outmian. Daemor'rah murishani," the Hutt ordered. The droid translated. "Master Jadda wishes you to begin at once. You are to bring the bounty hunter that goes by the name of Daemor'rah to him."

"Consider it done. Oh, I also require some information about someone, but we'll discuss this once I get back..." said Jerek. "Do you want her alive or dead?"

Jadda laughed, and so did some of Jadda's entourage who were also in the room. "Alive," the Hutt said in a simple manner. Jerek would be lucky to find her and live to tell the tale, let alone do the job. But it would be worth as a test.

"Grief, Part 1"
By: Raeila Selrid
Kael Selrid
Laedra Vorrel
Koran Darr
Liam Zaneth
Yelara Neerou
Kallia Brael
Yara Brael
Va'Lesh Zaneth
Dargus Kandran

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Even though it meant cutting short her reunion with Ferrig and preventing one with Kael, Raeila Selrid insisted on remaining in the medbay hunched forward in her chair with her forehead resting upon his cold hand. In the other was the twisted metal spoon he had once gifted her, its handle enclosed by his small fingers before they could go rigid. The charred clothing around his chest had been covered by a cambric to keep the horrific blaster wound from sight; no one could be certain what had truly killed the boy - the shot, or the broken neck incurred by his fall from the tree he'd been perched in. In either case, a clone had caused his death directly in the end. Raeila hated them all the more for it.

It would have been easy for her to imagine the boy asleep, the expression upon his young face as peaceful as it was, but this still, cold body was a far cry from the vibrant child who had delighted in shaping utensils into flowers for her, and cajoling her into a frolic whenever the boy's playful tendencies got ahold of him. Raeila found, though, that she had looked forward to those romps in the forest. In fact, he was the first to instruct her on treeclimbing.

He expressed a fondness for venturing up high, so that he could gaze across the expanse of green, rolling treetops. For such a young boy, she could understand the sense of importance and superiority it gave him to look down upon the world from so high. It also gave him a boldness that amused Raeila. "When I'm a real Jedi, Rae, you can be my queen," he was fond of reminding her time and again. "Oh," he'd add with a mischievous smile, "and Kael can be our manservant." And with a stolen kiss upon her cheek, he'd giggle boisterously and scrambled down the tree with ease.

Now, though, he would never do so again, his gap-toothed smile would never beam at her, and bitterly she wept again for the child taken by a pointless battle that had nothing to do with him. Rae wondered if he would have been safer left on the harsh streets of Yallder after all. In that moment, she hated Koran Darr for having rescued him from that life, and she nearly resented Kael for dragging her away from the desert to suffer such a loss. Nothing good seemed to come from the Wetter lands or the Jedi. With a miserable groan, she shook with fresh tears.

Kael Selrid stared at the wall at the back of the medbay, his body as still as a statue, his face appearing as if it could have been carved from stone. Belying the image, he blinked slowly. It was taking every bit of his control, every trick and tip he'd ever learned throughout his training to become a Jedi, to keep the boiling rage within him, ready to erupt with volcanic fury. He closed his eyes, and focused deeper, harder. This was Nieme and Dani's doing. In his mind's eye he saw Nieme's smug, taunting smile.

I hope she appreciates my work.

It was as if a physical blow struck him across the face, forcing his entire body to flinch at the phantom contact. Even though he'd managed to bring his emotions under control on the way back, seeing Raeila had brought the pain to the surface. Then, seeing the body of her young friend, a mere child, brought in; it had been the flame that had re-ignited the fuse within him.

How could he swear vengeance for all the harm they'd caused, for all the pain and suffering others were forced to endure because of them? How could he swear for something that he felt in his heart was necessary, but all of his training said was wrong? Whether he fell to darkness or not, Nieme and Dani had to be stopped.

***

Even in her state of semi-wakefulness, Laedra Vorrel had been made aware of the deaths, and even though they were few, every one was a blow against her tightly reined emotions, especially that of young Forlan. He was among the most lively and popular of the child padawans, and his loss was felt deeply. It brought silent tears to Laedra's eyes, despite how focused she was trying to be on aiding in Koran's recovery.

He remained in his near-coma meditative state, and doubtlessly had barely noticed when Oot's soldiers transferred him from the transport to his own bed. His wound was, after all, not fatal. It would seem Dani's aim was slightly off for as arrogantly talented as the two girls portrayed themselves to be. Even so, she stayed by his side, seated in an uncomfortable wooden chair with her hand upon his.

The silence gave her too much time to ponder their defeat and sacrifices. It put into awful perspective how despised they still were, even after the Empire's fall, especially if someone had gone out of their way to betray them all. That they were shunned even now by the planet they called home and had sworn to defend sunk Laedra into a solemn state. She closed her eyes and hung her head low.

"He's strong in the Force," Liam said as he moved into the doorway. "His body is healing itself fairly rapidly. I would guess he should be up and on his feet in a matter of days." He moved toward Laedra, the pain of the day's events clear in his eyes. "We'll all bear the scars of this day for some time to come...if they ever do manage to fade."

She sighed, fatigued, and leaned back heavily in her chair. "We failed... If we had not been betrayed, would we have succeeded, Liam?" Laedra smiled wryly. "If we hadn't, I do know that Forlan, and the other Padawans would still be safe." Gazing back at him, she asked, "How's Kael doing? And Raeila?"

"Raeila is grieving," Liam said. "She and Forlan were friends. Kael is holding by a thread, but too much more and I fear that thread will snap. I know this issue with Nieme and Dani has always been personal for him, because of their past, but it's become much more so after this. We'll need to watch him very closely. After what happened at the Palace, and now with this pain inflicted upon Raeila...he's a strong young man, but too much can still wear him down."

"I think it's time he and Koran go abroad, away from all of this," Laedra suggested. "Every Jedi in training should go on a journey with his master at least once, and this might just give him time to heal...without Raeila to distract him."

"Considering their situation, from what I've heard of it, do you believe that's a good idea? Or is it your plan to break their relationship?"

Laedra shook her head gravely. "Do you think I'm so vindictive, Liam, that I would do that? I just think Kael needs to find his focus once again, to strengthen his control over the emotions he's quickly losing hold of. You saw him tonight, Liam. We could easily have lost him to the dark side. That can't happen again."

"I don't believe separating him from Raeila right now would be the wisest course of action," Liam said. "I don't know the full details of the situation, but I do know that the two of them have recently come through some hard times. With their relationship under strain, I don't think it would be good for them to put even more strain on it by separation and distance." He was silent for a moment, then looked up at her. "We should probably talk to them to find out what they feel they need now."

She smiled at him tiredly. "Perhaps after Koran awakens, after I know how he's doing."

Liam nodded. "I don't know how we'll be able to do it, but we do need to remove Nieme and Dani from power. We have to stop them...before it gets worse."

"Let's recuperate first," she reminded him gently. "And identify all our enemies before we decide to trust so easily again."

"Dani...is the key." The voice was weak and distant, though since neither Liam nor Laedra had spoken, there was only one other person in the room who could have spoken the words. As they turned, they saw Koran watching them through slightly glazed eyes. He took a ragged breath and let it out, then in a stronger voice repeated: "Dani is the key." And, with that, he lapsed back into unconsciousness and the trance that would serve to repair his body.

Laedra leaned forward in her chair, watching Koran expectantly for any acknowledgement of her presence, or a sign of his condition. But as his breathing calmed again, she knew he was once again at rest. She sighed and glanced back at Liam. "If he wakes again, I'll ask for more details. Until then...I'd appreciate a report on everyone's condition." She smiled. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Liam said with a smile. "I'll see you soon." With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving Laedra alone with Koran again. They would never be the same again, that was for certain.

***

Holding Leshie in her arms was comfort enough for Yelara. After her startling memory, she'd been nearly distraught and holed herself up in Dargus' room. She'd once felt safe there, but now, after the memory that may or may not have been accurate, just being in proximity to something of his terrified her. Instead of fleeing, though, she'd stayed behind and rationalized the visions. His eyes had appeared, no doubt, but why should they frighten her now? He was the one man she loved; why should he ever wish her harm?

With Leshie cradled restlessly in her arms, she sat wedged in the corner of his room, trying desperately to call up memories of her forgotten past. Why did she know she loved Dargus...yet couldn't truly feel it for him? He was her husband, Leshie's father...she would force herself to, no matter what.

"Yelara," came the voice from outside the door. "It's Kallia. I'm coming in, alright? Me and Yara, we're coming in."

When Kallia peeked into the room, Yelara still occupied one corner of it, with her knees curled in towards her chest to protect Va'Lesh. Her lips were buried in his hair. "I...I saw something," she whispered. "And...I don't know what's real."

Kallia closed the door behind herself and approached Yelara slowly. Yara sat silently against Kal's hip, but her eyes were focused on Leshie. One of her tiny feet kicked happily at the sight of him, but she made no sound. "What did you see?" Kal asked as she moved to sit near her friend.

She shook her head slowly. "I'm not sure... A memory...a vision... I just don't know, but my fear was real. I know that much."

Kallia shifted Yara to her lap as she regarded Yelara. "What was it," she asked softly. "What did you remember?"

"Pain," Yelara whispered. "Pain...and those eyes..." She shuddered at the recollection. "I...I don't remember how I died, Jae Dyn. But...when I saw his eyes, I felt my blood growing cold and my heart lurch. And I don't know why. I love Dargus.... Why should his eyes bring up such horrible memories?"

"There was a time when Dargus was pain for both of us," Kallia said. "He's...he's better now, but he used to be a very bad person. He caused us each a lot of pain and a lot of heartache."

"Then why is he the only one I trust?" Yelara watched Kallia with desperation. "Kallia...do you think it's time I knew everything about my old life?"

Kallia nodded. "I think it is," she said. "Perhaps in hearing about your past, other memories will come. But, if it becomes too much, you'll need to let us know. We don't want to push to hard, Yel. We want to help."

"And I want to know who I am," Yelara told her fervently. "I want to know why you're familiar, yet unfamiliar, or why Liam always looks so sad when I'm in the room." Leshie burbled and Yelara gazed down at him fondly. "I want to remember my child's birth. I can't even recall that, or his first word, his first smile... Everything's just...gone."

"We'll see what we can do," Kallia said with a smile. "But, you have to remember and know that I will not try to mislead you or lie to you. I will tell you nothing but the truth, as far as I know it."

"Even concerning Dargus?" she asked skeptically.

"Even concerning Dargus," Kallia answered. "I'll even talk to Dargus, ask him to help me. And Liam too."

"No," Yelara said quickly, almost startled. "I...just you. I don't want to deal with everyone right now." She smiled wanly. "Just you, Kallia."

"Alright," Kallia said with a smile. "Do you want to start now, or should we wait until later after the chaos has settled a little around here?"

"Just a little while longer," Yelara whispered. Kallia's warmth and understanding was comforting, and as Yelara stared into her soft, brown eyes, again she experienced the strange sensation of familiarity she'd encountered before in the presence of Jae Dyn. The feeling was a tenuous one of fondness, and something far deeper, but when Yelara tried to grasp at it, once more she was left with nothing but frustration and emptiness. She sighed and looked away. "What if, after everything's said, I still don't remember a damn thing, Kallia?"

"Maybe you just need time," Kal answered. "We'll try whatever we can, I promise. I'll do everything I possibly can to help you get your memory back."

Yelara chuckled. "By your willingness to help me, I'm guessing we were once good friends. Am I right?"

"We were more than friends," Kallia whispered. "We loved each other very much, but we had a fight and...and I went away. At the time, I didn't realize I was pregnant with Dargus' child. When I returned, you and Liam were together, were married. And, because of my foolishness, I missed my golden opportunity."

"Golden opportunity for what?" she asked quietly, studying Kallia intently as if she could discern the truth of what she'd said simply by doing so.

"We were lovers before I fled," Kallia explained. "I...when I returned, you were married. We were still lovers, and...with Liam as well. It was an unorthodox arrangement, but we seemed happy with it. It allowed you to be with the man you loved, and it allowed us to be together. The golden opportunity would have been becoming your partner, as Liam had. But, in the end, I think the arrangement we came up with was the best arrangement for each of us."

Yelara pondered the revelation, seeking the love she supposedly felt for this woman who was nearly a stranger. She shook her head irritably. "I don't remember any of this. I mean...how could I have loved you if I...I barely tolerate you now? And where does Dargus figure into all of this?" Clenching her eyes shut, Yelara pressed fingers into her temples to soothe a developing headache. "This is going to be a lot to take in, isn't it?"

"It is," Kallia answered. "Dargus used to be a crimelord, and controlled a large part of this area. We both met on the Drogen Shipyards after we'd first met Dargus. I had interfered in something his Wookiees were doing; they'd been beating up a Rodian, and I stepped in. I knew there was someone else behind it, so I allowed myself to be captured, though I was incredibly foolish to do so. When I woke up, I was strapped in a chair with Dargus and a number of his people around me, and no access to the Force. In the end, I went to his bed with him, but only because he would have forced me otherwise. We met the following day while you helped me work on my ship, and we realized we were both being bedded and nearly controlled by Dargus Kandran. I think that sort of sealed our friendship."

"If Dargus is such an evil man," Yelara reasoned slowly, "then why is he here? And why are you fathering his children? And," she finished, "why is he my husband?"

"Dargus was an evil man," Kallia said softly. "He's trying to be...less so, now. He recently began to be plagued by dreams, dreams that...that forced him to where he's at now. They were dreams of guilt, guilt over...over killing you. You have two husbands, Yel. You married Liam Zaneth out of love, and Dargus Kandran out of spite." She went on to quickly explain the falling out between Yel and Liam, and how at the end, their true feelings for each other brought them back together. "It's a very confusing situation, and not one easily explained or understood, even by those who were involved."

Yelara was quiet, gazing down at Va'Lesh's head distantly. Her vision had held truth. Those were Dargus' hateful eyes she'd seen, and it was by his hand that her life was stolen from her. Yet she'd believed Dargus to be the only one she could trust now. That was a lie, and Yelara was incapable of realizing it on her own. Could she now put much stock in what Jae Dyn was telling her? How was she to trust anyone? "I...I have to go," she mumbled, unsteadily rising. Leshie fussed as his hand was forced away from Yara's. "We need a walk, Va'Lesh and I."

Kallia nodded. "I understand," she said softly as she adjusted Yara in her lap. "I'll talk to you soon then."

Yelara strode off without another word, desperate to escape the suddenly stifling atmosphere of Dargus' chambers. She swung the door open, and barely stopped short of colliding with the room's resident. His eyes sent a chill down her spine. "Excuse me," she whispered apprehensively.

Dargus stepped aside for Yelara. "Of course," he said then gave her a smile. "I'm glad you are safe, Yelara. I was worried."

Eyeing him warily, she sidled her way past Dargus. "I'm sure you were," she muttered, and holding Leshie closer, she hurried away.

Dargus watched her go, then looked into the room at Kallia who shrugged, then motioned him in with her. With a resigned sigh, he moved over and sat down next to her as she began to tell him what had happened.

"Family Gathering, Part 1"
By: Kaysa Zenarr-Tregat
Zale Tregat
Moril Astren
Saris
Maeren Shivral
Merrick Braston

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

She was falling, and in the darkness only her pale, white arms, reaching for anything to stop her descent were visible against the backdrop. There was no sound, only the air whistling past her ears and her rapid breaths. Every scream caught in her throat, and now only her lips moved, forming names she wished to cry out but was unable to. Maeren....Zale....Merrick.... Keeve. It was the only word that vocalized, at first in a whisper, then louder until it was a scream so loud it created a rush of stabbing pain in her belly.

It grew in intensity until his name regressed to nothing more but a thick cry of pain. And above her, in the fathomless darkness, his face coalesced, or at least that of the ten year-old boy trapped within his now adult body. Wearing a mischievous, yet adoring smile, Keeve whispered, "Almost there, now. We're almost there."

Then she curled in on herself, overcome with pain.

That was when Kaysa awoke, numbly aware that she was kneeling upon the bed, bent over herself. Her nightgown was soaked through between her legs and sweat was running down the sides of her face. And then came the pain, experienced so far in the past, but now all too familiar again. Her arms cradled her swollen stomach and taking a deep breath to bolster her voice, she cried out for Zale.

The door to the bedroom burst open, and Zale Tregat charged through. He wore a robe and in one hand carried a large spoon, a tool that had been useful while in the kitchen preparing food, but now only occupied space in his hand. He rushed toward the bed where Kaysa lay doubled over, curled against herself. "Kaysa," he said quickly as he reached her side. Taking in her position, he could think of one of two options. He quickly abandoned the thought that the food he'd made for dinner was the cause. "I'm here. Everything's going to be alright. Is it...it's...baby?"

"I don't know...yes," she groaned. Wild, panicked eyes gazed up at him while her hand reached out to clutch his sleeve. "It hurts," she whispered hoarsely. "But it isn't time yet..."

He slipped his arms around her to hold her, to comfort her. "Come on," he said. "Let's get you up and to the doctor. Unless...do you need me to call emergency transport? I can...they'll be here in...and take us...we don't want to risk the baby. Can you make it, Kaysa?"

She gritted her teeth against the new wave of pain, and let out her breath in a hiss. "Zale," she growled, "put down the damn spoon and get me to the hospital...dear!"

Zale looked at the spoon in his hand as if he had no idea where it had come from or how it had managed to find its way into his hand. He dropped it to the side of the bed, and nearly scooped Kaysa from the floor. Before he could actually pick her up, though, he managed to shift his weight so that he'd be helping her along instead. Helping would be better for the baby and Kaysa than carrying, he decided. "Do you...here...uh, just this way. I'll...I...oh hell...come on, I'll drive us myself. Slippers?"

She nodded hastily, inhaling and exhaling deeply to dampen the pain. "Jacket too," she wheezed, pointing distractedly at the long coat draped over a nearby chair. "Oh gods...we have to call Shiv...and Merrick." Kaysa sobbed. "And what about...Keeve?"

"I'll call Shiv and Merrick on the way," Zale said as he pulled a jacket from beside the bed and helped Kaysa into it. He almost pulled it off her when he realized it was Merrick's, but decided it was fine. "I'll leave a note for Keeve in case he comes back...while we're...there..."

Kaysa groaned and nearly dropped to her knees once more, overcome with both grief and agony. "My Keeve," she sulked. "He can't miss...his little sibling being born. He just can't, Zale!" Kaysa blubbered something incoherent, then wept into Zale's chest.

"I know," Zale whispered and gently helped her back to her feet, keeping his arms around her and holding her close. "We'll find him on the way. We'll try to find him so he can meet his little brother or sister." He kissed the top of Kaysa's head and helped her start moving again. "Everything will be fine."

"No it won't," she wailed suddenly louder. "We haven't even thought of a name!"

"We'll talk about it on the way," Zale said. "Now, you need to move your feet if you ever plan on getting to the hospital, love. And, we've talked about names...lots of names. We'll just need to pick on. Or we can pick a few so he or she will have options."

Kaysa nodded sullenly and trudged unsteadily against Zale. When they reached the stairs, Kaysa shook her head vigorously at the daunting task of having to descend them. After some gentle coaxing from Zale, Kaysa relented and made her way slowly down, emitting a cry or two as they went.

"I hope everything's alright...Zale," she whispered breathlessly. "We've waited too long for this...I don't want anything to go wrong." Kaysa whimpered. "We deserve a beautiful baby, don't we?"

"We do," Zale said gently as he supported her down over the last steps. "Come on, my love. The speeder should be just out front." His lips brushed the top of her head as he urged her along. "Everything's going to be alright now, you'll see."

And as they neared the vehicle, Keeve's words came back to her, reinforcing Zale's. Almost there, now.... Where? She wasn't quite certain, but Kaysa hoped it at least involved a moment of happiness and a new child in her arms.

***

In the penthouse suite of the Estri-Casren Tower, Moril Astren diligently tracked down the members of Kaysa and Zale's so-called family. It was a family unlike any...well, pretty much anywhere. But, it suited them.

"Maeren," he said into the comm as Saris sat on the edge of the desk watching him, "it's Moril. No, nothing wrong. Well, actually things are very good."

"What is it, Moril," Shiv said, with a giggle, then: "Stop it, Kim, I'm talking to Moril. Sorry about that, Moril, we were having a little...um...well, nevermind...what was it."

Moril laughed and rolled his eyes to Saris who did the same. "It appears that Kaysa and Zale have rushed to the hospital...for happier reasons than past hospital visits."

"The baby," came the dual, shrieked answer.

Moril chuckled again. "Yup, they're-- Maeren? Maeren?" He shook his head again and glanced to his lover who was a twin to the two he'd just spoken to.

"They're very excited," Saris said.

"I bet," Moril said as he punched in the comm code for the White Noise. A few moments later, a gruff voice answered. "Braston, please."

"Who's calling."

"Tell him it's Moril."

There were a few moments of shouting, then silence, another shout, and finally the sound of running feet. "Yeah, I heard you the first time," Merrick Braston was saying. "Sorry about that Moril, what is it?"

"The baby," Moril said with a wide grin that vaguely resembled the famous portrait of the reisacat that swallowed the giffie bird.

"The baby? Really? Now? I'm on my way! Thanks a million, Moril! I owe you! Both you and Saris! Bye! I'll take you both out--"

"Just go," Moril said with a laugh, and then Merrick was gone. He stared at the comm unit for several moments before sighing and finally dialing in another comm number. "Keeve, if you receive this, it's Moril. I don't know if this will reach you in time, but if it does...Kaysa's gone to the hospital. It's time for you to be a brother."

He listened to it a couple more times, and then sent in a command that would have it delivered to every comm code he could think of that Keeve might check. Finally, with that done, he turned to Saris. "Come on, my love, let's go see our...niece or nephew, I guess."

"But," Saris said as they started toward the door together, "neither of us are biologically related to the parents of the child."

Moril grinned. "Oh, that's just a formality. Usually, close friends of the family are considered...aunts and uncles...just because."

Saris grinned as they stepped into the lift. "I've never been an aunt before," she said as the door closed. "Though, I think I would like to be a mother."

As the doors to the lift closed, Moril felt his face redden and his heart soar. His only response was to grin at her, and then pull her into his arms for a kiss.

***

"Come on, Kaysa, up you go," Zale said as he helped his wife up the couple stairs into the medical center. "It's not far, just right up here. The doctor should be meeting us."

Kaysa groaned thickly, and again her legs melted away from beneath her. "No," she managed in a strained whisper, while Zale attempted to keep her upright, "here's just fine I think."

"Just a little farther, Kaysa," Zale said. "Once we're inside, you'll get to sit in a hoverchair. Come on, just a few more steps."

"Stop pestering me," she snapped, then regretted it as a stab of pain erupted from her stomach once again. Kaysa cried out and slumped against Zale in the doorway. "It never hurt this much with...with Keeve," Kaysa forced out.

Another shout of surprise ripped from her throat, and drew the attention of two of the medical center's staff. They rushed forward, one with a hoverchair being pushed in front of her. Kaysa nearly collapsed upon it once it was near, but never released her grip on Zale's shirt. "Don't leave me," she pleaded, and the fear was obvious in her eyes.

"Not for a moment," Zale whispered.

As they situated Kaysa in the chair, a middle-aged man with a fringe of hair around his skull and a long white coat hurried to greet them. "Kaysa," he said with a twinkling smile for her and a pleasant nod for Zale. "I guess someone's trying to tell you it's about time?" There were care lines creasing his forehead as he brought out a medical probe and moved the wand-like device over Kaysa's abdomen. He referred to a device strapped to his belt and nodded. "Come, let's get you inside." As they began moving, he turned to one of the orderlies. "Room seven. I'm going to hurry ahead and get scrubbed. Regular preparations for a Class 9 of her condition." With a smile for Kaysa and Zale, he hurried off ahead of them.

"All that medical talk," she panted. "He makes it sound like I'm doing more than pushing a baby ou-- Ow!" Kaysa curled over her stomach, clenching her eyes shut and hissing through gritted teeth. They parked her inside the designated room, and it took much doing to convince Kaysa to uncurl herself from the chair and move onto the bed. She only did so by digging her fingernails into Zale's forearm as he helped her there.

Once disrobed and outfitted with a standard medical gown, Kaysa was allowed to relax upon the bed, still groaning in pain. "Where's my medicine?" she mumbled breathlessly. Her head rolled listlessly on the pillow as she focused to overcome the fading stab of her last contraction. "Zale," she whimpered. "It hurts."

"I'm sure the doctor will be here with it in just a moment," Zale said as he silently wished he'd given her the other arm to hold. If it got any worse, he could very well end up with two prosthetic arms.

A nurse entered with a hyposyringe on a tray, carrying it towards Kaysa. "This will ease the pain," she told them both, and injected the contents into Kaysa's arm. The relief was instantaneous, and with a sigh Kaysa's hand fell limply away from Zale's arm.

"That's better," she muttered. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing began to level off. The nurse departed after informing Zale the doctor would be arriving shortly. He was left alone with Kaysa, who began laughing weakly at some untold joke. "If this turns out to be Merrick's baby, he owes you royally for going through this with me."

Zale chuckled. "Moril said he'd be on his way as soon as he could," he said. "Which means, he could be showing up any minute, depending on how fast he can kick everyone out, or get someone to take over for him. Should be pretty obvious as soon as the baby shows up though. If the baby is pasty and light, it's his. If he or she is beautiful and dark, then mine." He beamed at her and gave her a gentle kiss. "But, his or mine, the little one will be part of our family, and loved to pieces."

Again, Kaysa's mood sombered. "I just hope he or she won't be acting as replacement...for Keeve. I-I hope he's alright...no matter how much he might still hate me."

"Don't ever think that," Zale said. "He loves you, but he's just got a few years of anger to get out, years where he felt betrayed and alone. But he's got us now, and he's got Maeren. Look how much he's softened already."

"But I wanted to share this with him," she sobbed. "I...I wanted this to bring us closer together...." Kaysa rubbed her abdomen in a soothing large circle. "Don't worry," she murmured to the baby ready to emerge. "He'll be here soon."

"Mrs. Tregat?" The jolly doctor strolled in again with a pretty young nurse on his heels. His smile was ever-present, despite Kaysa's pout. "Well," he grinned, "are we ready?" He companionably patted Zale on the back. "And you, sir? The father gets to watch, of course."

"Thank you," Zale said with a smile. "There should be others...who'll be arriving. A...a very close friend, and Kaysa's daughter-by-marriage. Can you see that they're...at least brought close if they can't come in to watch the birth?"

"And Keeve," Kaysa reminded him, her breathing already growing faster with the next contraction. "He'll be coming, too."

"That's alright then," the doctor assured them. He slapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly in anticipation. "So, shall we get started, then?"

Kaysa nodded vigorously, eager to end her pain and to see her new child.

"Alright then." The grinning doctor motioned his nurse forward, and Kaysa was prepared for the birthing.

All the while, she gazed up at Zale, smiling fondly. Her hand never left his, not even when the doctor positioned himself between her legs and ordered Kaysa to push.

***

"Stop fussing," Shiv said as she hurried through the doors of the hospital. "You look fine. Come on, we're probably missing it!"

"I'm not fussing," Kimara said as she hurried behind her twin. "It's not too short though, is it?"

"No, it's fine," Shiv said. "I guess people will stop mistaking us for each other now."

"No, I'm sure they'll still figure out a way to do it. They won't remember which of us cut her hair."

Shiv giggled as she pointed to a nurse up ahead and rushed forward.

Kim stumbled behind her with a laugh. "Shouldn't we wait for Merrick?"

Shiv stopped, glanced out the doorway, and nodded. "Sure," she said. "We'll give him a minute."

Kim clapped and pointed. "There he is, look."

A moment later, Merrick Braston strode through the doors, his long cloak fluttering behind him as he hurried. "Anything yet?"

"Well," Shiv said. "We would know more, but someone insisted we wait for you." She cast a grin toward Kim who stuck out her tongue as they all moved toward the desk.

Merrick stopped in front of the desk and smiled. "Hi there," he said. "I'm Merrick Braston. My wife was brought in just a little bit ago. Kaysa...well, it's probably going to be under Zenarr."

The middle-aged woman scrolled through her information, then cocked an eyebrow at Merrick from beneath her glasses. "Her husband? He's already in with her, Room 7."

"It's a rather complicated situation," Merrick said with a smile. "I'm her...her second husband. She has two. Actually, three but I guess that's not really the issue. Is there an observation room? Her daughter-by-marriage is also here." He indicated Maeren, thought for a moment and indicated the other Maeren. "It's very important."

The woman sighed. "I can let two of you in, but no more." She returned her gaze to her work. "Choose one to stay, and I'll show the other two in."

Kim motioned both Maeren and Merrick forward. "You two go," she said. "I'll wait out here in case Moril and Saris show up."

Shiv gave her twin a hug. "I'll tell you all about it later," she whispered, then kissed Kim's cheek. She turned to Merrick and slipped her hand into his. "Come on." With excited grins, both turned to the nurse.

"The delivery's already begun," the woman informed them as she led them towards the room. "Try to be silent when you enter."

"Of course," Merrick said with a charming grin. "I'm sorry we weren't here sooner, but it was all a surprise to us. Thank you again."

Barely acknowledging them with a nod, the nurse stopped outside of Kaysa's room and activated the door. It slid aside, allowing a high-pitched shriek to escape, as well as Zale's pleas for Kaysa to loosen her grip on his arm.

"Looks like we're in the right place," Shiv said with a grin to Merrick. They both hurried forward, passing through the biofilter into the room itself and over to the bed upon which Kaysa lay. "We got here as quickly as we could." She looked up at Zale's pain-stricken face and grimaced, then made sure none of her extremities were too near Kaysa's hands or teeth.

"Shiv," Kaysa grunted. As she smiled, sweat rolled along the creases formed around her mouth. "Merrick," she whispered, and was only allowed a moment to watch him fondly before her head was thrown back again in agony. Kaysa's scream offended even her ears.

"She's doing well, she is," the doctor praised without moving his head from between her knees. "No baby yet, but he or she will be here soon!"

Merrick beamed at Kaysa and moved close to take her other hand. "You're doing great," he said. "And, you keep hitting those high notes like that, and I'm going to put you in my band."

His dull joke earned Merrick a tearful laugh from Kaysa. "I knew I needed you here for something," she panted and released her hand from Zale's arm to clasp Merrick's. "Any word from Cadwin?"

"He was a few minutes behind us," Shiv said. "He was going to be riding with Moril and Saris, but...but they won't let him in. The woman at the front, she said only two more. Kim's out front waiting for them."

"Well," she said, managing a tired chuckle, "I've got a big enough audience already, haven't I?"

"And with one more joining you soon," the doctor reminded her, giving a wave to her above the sheet covering her legs. The reminder seemed to renew Kaysa's pain, and soon she was crying out again.

Almost there now, Keeve's voice whispered to her, and she clung to that hope desperately as the pain mounted. "Almost there," she murmured, then gritted her teeth and pushed with all her might.

"Grief, Part 2"
Orinth Neerou
Shaza Nightshade
Dani
Keeve Shivral
Oot Kovan

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Only once out of his armour did Keeve experience the full extent of his injuries. It seemed the tight-fitting plating had suppressed much of the pain that was lying below the surface of every bruise and gash, but without that protection he was in near agony. Even simply standing up, listening to Oot and Kambra's report was nearly too much, and Keeve wilted into the nearest chair, holding his head in both hands. "Can everyone please stop talking," he grumbled. "It's torture!"

Oot looked over at him and smiled. "Sorry about that," she said softly and stepped forward closer to him. "You look terrible, Keeve." She found a medical kit, and set it on the table near the couch. "May I?"

Raising his head slightly, he cocked a dubious eyebrow at the Twi'lek. "You just want your hands on me," he accused, but the throbbing in his skull bid him drop his hands from his face so she could get a closer look. As she set to work, he sighed. "Any word on Talara?"

As Oot began attending to his cuts and scrapes, Oot sighed. "My sources indicate that she didn't make it out," she said, then paused. "I don't know if you do want to hear the rest, though."

Keeve gritted his teeth, though not against any discomfort from her ministrations; his anger was already raging. "What have they done to her, Oot? Tell me."

"My contacts in the area indicate that they stripped her and put her out in the courtyard for any who may wish to...use her. She appeared to be holding up under the circumstances, but... I have my people watching for her."

"Dammit," he growled and lurched out of his chair, intent on storming into Arcadia and retrieving her himself. But as a wave of vertigo hit, the only thing he could do was collapse into his chair once more. "Dammit," he whispered again, feebly. "I told her she'd be okay, she'd be safe.... Isn't there anything you can do?"

"I'll see what my people can do," she said. "I think we might be able to get someone in tonight, while she's in the courtyard."

"Count me in," he told her resolutely.

"We'll see," Oot said with a smile. "Though, I can't make promises. Though, until I get you bandaged up, you're not going anywhere." She leaned close and whispered. "I think I should give you a thorough examination."

He smirked and furtively brushed his fingers against her outer thigh. "Maybe later, hm?"

"Promises, promises," Oot whispered. "And, I'm going to hold you to that, you know." She frowned as she affixed a bandage to one of his cuts and glanced at the medical scanner. "Keeve, you really should see a doctor. The New Plouton hospital isn't far. I think it's a little more than just a few bandages will fix."

"What do you mean? I feel alright." And contrary to his assurances, Keeve winced and clutched at his side. "Okay," he croaked, "maybe there's a broken rib or two...but I heal fast."

"If you don't have those looked at, you could end up healing badly," Oot said. "You don't want that, Keeve. We'll watch over things here, and we'll alert you as soon as we know something about Talara."

"But I made a promise," he repeated gruffly, though there was little intensity behind his words. Fatigue was winning out over stubbornness. Sagging in the chair, he muttered, "You'll comm me, if anything?"

"Yes," Oot said with a smile, then gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I promise to let you know immediately."

Nodding grudgingly, Keeve rose with effort and started off, a hitch in his step. He smiled in acknowledgement at Kambra as he passed, and only truly betrayed his agonizing pain when he leaned against the wall outside their room to catch his breath. The prospect of seeing Shiv again, though, infused him with the stamina to continue onward. First, he had to find transport, for as proud as he was, even Keeve knew there was no way he could make it on foot into New Plouton in his condition. Though, the anticipation of reuniting with his wife was nearly invigorating enough to have him attempt it.

***

She trudged her way back to the Temple, an angry torrent of expletives following in her wake. She pushed through the doors and headed toward her room. If she hurried, she might be able to catch up. Otherwise...otherwise she had no idea. She pushed her way through the door and quickly began grabbing weapons. A sound at the door pulled her attention up as she was stuffing her gear into a duffel. She looked up to see Orinth Neerou standing there, a perplexed look on his face.

"Dear girl...where have you been?" Orinth glanced down at the arsenal being packed away. "The clones have left. You won't need those now."

"Something's happened," Shaza said as she looked up at him, her face etched with the emotion raging within. "It's...it's Tralesha, someone...they've..."

The old man's wrinkled face sagged with concern as he stepped into the room. "They've what? Is she hurt? Where is she, Ms. Nightshade?"

"Someone came," Shaza said. "They...I couldn't stop her. She took her, and...I don't know her. I don't know who she was. But, she took her, and I have to go. I have to find her. I have to get Tralesha back."

Despite his shock and grief, Orinth gently grabbed Shaza by the arms with his shaking, weathered hands and turned her to face him fully. "Don't be rash," he urged her. "You're upset - if you go off like this, you'll only get hurt."

"I can't let the trail get cold," Shaza whispered. "I can't let her get too far away. I have to be quick. Maybe...maybe Liam can help. I'm...I'll have to talk to him. I'm sure he can help, Orinth. He can help me find Tralesha."

"Oh, Shaza," he murmured ruefully. "We've lost so much...you and Tralesha are dear to me, and now that Yelara barely recognizes me...." Orinth's voice caught in his throat, but he quickly cleared the knot away and smiled fondly at her. "You find her," he whispered, patting her cheek affectionately. "You find her, and bring her home to us."

Shaza took both of Orinth's hands in hers. "I promise, Orinth," she said. "I'll go get her. I'll bring her back."

He smiled paternally. "And you remember to bring yourself back here safely, too, hm?"

"I promise that too," Shaza whispered, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you very soon, Orinth. Take care of yourself."

"Oh, I think I can keep myself out of trouble." He winked at her, then stepped aside as she hefted the back of weaponry onto her shoulder. "Luck, Shaza."

Shaza glanced back at him once, then strode through the doorway and off down the hall. She'd get Tralesha back, or die trying. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that though.

***

Lifting one corner of the bacta patch away from his flesh, Laedra Vorrel examined Koran's wound with much interest. The wound was deep, however it had missed all vital organs and was no more dangerous than a scratch. She puzzled over it for a time, then replaced the healing patch.

Many kilometers distant, on a balcony overlooking the Palace grounds and all of Arcadia, the giver of Koran Darr's wound gazed into the nothingness. Unclothed, but unaffected by the chill of the night, she stood in the darkness, seeing Koran and Lae sitting together in her mind's eye. She could barely sense his health, the vibrant life that still beat within him. Her strike had been true, and she had managed to miss anything important. Within, she had no desire to kill him, despite the rages she displayed when Nieme was near. She could not shake that which was the core of her being, could not shake that which she could feel as if it were her own.

She stretched her body, causing a few below in the courtyard to turn their attentions briefly away from the young girl strapped there for their pleasure. She leant some of her strength to the girl, and hoped her pain would end soon. At least, tomorrow, the torment of a Hutt would be less painful than the torment Nieme could heap upon her.

With a sigh, Dani turned to the inside of the Palace, silently wishing Koran Darr and the Jedi well. Perhaps in the near future the pain could end, but she wasn't certain she was ready to face what would bring that about. Not yet.

"Family Gathering, Part 2"
By: Kaysa Zenarr-Tregat
Zale Tregat
Moril Astren
Saris
Maeren Shivral
Merrick Braston
Kimara
Cadwin Tarell

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

"Nothing yet," Cadwin Tarrel said as he paced in the waiting room.

From where she sat on the couch, Kimara watched him, trying not to get too dizzy by his frequent changes of direction. Across from her, sharing a smaller couch, Moril and Saris were sharing a mug of caf and reading from one of the holonet screamsheets. They were so cute, she mused.

"I can't stand waiting," Cadwin said. Kim did some quick arithmetic and decided it was the twelfth time he'd spoken that phrase.

"I know you can't," she said with a grin. "Though, I don't think that's going to make Kaysa have her baby any sooner." The only reply he made was a very exasperated sound which earned a giggle from both Saris and Kim.

"You really should sit down," Moril said and indicated the couch. "You won't do anyone any good just hovering." As Cadwin grumped down into a seat, Moril was in the process of glancing around when a sudden beeping from his datapad drew his attention back to it. He stared at it, taking in every word, then looked up. "There's been an attack on the palace. The Jedi, they've...they're trying to remove Nieme and Dani from power." He started reading from the datapad, Saris and Cadwin leaning in.

Kim's mind, however, was elsewhere, though very focused on that elsewhere. She stood up, slowly edging toward the door as she looked out into the darkened night. "Keeve," she whispered.

***

Beyond exhaustion, Kaysa slumped back against the pillow, prepared to succumb to sleep. Her eyes closed over and she vaguely heard the doctor urging her to keep going. Numbly, she shook her head. "Too much," Kaysa murmured. "I...I can't...."

Zale leaned down close, his lips grazing lightly over her forehead. "Yes you can," he whispered. "Just a little bit more, and then you can rest. Just a little more, Kaysa."

"Is-- Is Keeve here yet?" She sobbed weakly, her head lolling against the pillow. "Oh Keeve..."

"If you stop now," the doctor told her gently, "you could harm the child, Mrs. Tregat. You must proceed."

She opened her eyes a crack, straining to accomplish even that. "Not without Keeve," she muttered in near delirium. "I...I have to stop until he comes...."

"Kaysa," Merrick said. "I'm sure he's on his way. He's coming, but...but you can't just stop. You have to keep going."

"Not yet..." she mumbled inaudibly. "Not until--"

A commotion at the door turned all heads from Kaysa's plight, even pulling the doctor's attention away from between her legs.

"I told you, sir, you can't!" Hovering about the intruder was the hospital's head nurse. "This room is full!" Although she tried to block the large stranger with her slight frame, the nurse was easily sidestepped.

Kaysa watched him come into view and smiled haggardly. "I knew you'd come," she whispered.

"And I wouldn't have missed it for anything." Keeve Shivral, looking worse for the wear after his night of adventure, managed a grin for his mother, even with the pain of a cracked lip.

"Sir! You can't be in here," the nurse persisted.

"Keeve!" It was nearly a shriek as Shiv flung herself into Keeve's arms. She barely noticed him wincing. "Oh, I knew you'd come. What happened to you? Oh, I missed you-- Are you alright? Oh it's so good to see you!" From within the small black bag, slung over her shoulder so that it bounced gently against her hip, a small white head popped up and mewed softly at Keeve.

He chuckled despite every nerve in his body screaming against the pain and fondly patted Hope's fluffy head. "I didn't think I'd see you two again." Keeve shook his head gravely. "Some bad stuff's happened...but I'm okay, Maeren. I was just on my way to get checked out when I saw Kim and the others in the waiting room. They told me about Kaysa and I ran over here." He jerked a thumb back at the fuming nurse. "Couldn't shake this thing, though."

"Please, just go back," Shiv said. "She's almost ready...and...and she wouldn't keep...not without him. Please? He's her son."

The churlish woman jammed both fists into her wide hips and frowned at Shiv. "It's against regulations--"

"Oh, just let them stay," the doctor interjected dismissively. "There's plenty of room."

Overruled by her superior, the nurse scowled at Shiv and Keeve before departing. Keeve smiled as he kissed Shiv gratefully. "We need to catch up later," he whispered.

Shiv grinned and nodded as they moved back over to Kaysa. "I think it's okay to begin again," she said to Kaysa. She raised her hand, clasped in Keeve's, into view. At her side, Hope trilled her encouragement as well.

"I dreamt you'd be here," Kaysa sighed. She raised a hand towards him and Keeve quickly clasped it.

"I can't miss my sibling's first birthday," Keeve told her playfully, then kissed the back of her hand. "Now, come on. Let's see just how cute a brother or sister of mine can be." He flashed Kaysa a smile and she chuckled.

Propping herself up again on her elbows, while Zale supported her, Kaysa nodded to the doctor. "Let's finish this," she told him, then bore down with renewed strength. Keeve only slightly winced as she crushed his fingers in her hand.

"Almost there," the doctor announced. "There's a head! A full mane of black hair!"

Keeve looked aside at Shiv with wonder, then quickly turned back to the birthing. He'd never witnessed anything like it, and was in awe. Kaysa's grunts and screams echoed even into the corridor, but her face showed clearly fierce determination. She wasn't giving up again.

"Oh look," Maeren said, pointing for Keeve. "Oh it's so amazing. Your little...well...sibling!"

He nodded dumbly, too amazed to feel embarrassed at seeing his mother's nether region. It was the life emerging that held his attention. He wondered if he'd given Kaysa this much trouble on the way out.

"I think another good push will do it, Mrs. Tregat." The doctor smiled and gave her a quick nod. "Now!"

Kaysa's hand clenched tighter around Keeve's, and her face twisted into a mask of exertion and pain. Her hair was damp with sweat and her gown nearly soaked through as well. It dawned on Keeve, then, how difficult an experience delivering a baby was for a woman, and how Kaysa would never have given birth to him if she hadn't truly wanted him. In that single moment, all his doubts about her love for him fled, and he was left ashamed of how he'd treated her so cruelly before. Keeve again kissed her hand and smiled. "Come on, Mom. Just a little more."

His encouragement seemed enough, for with a final shriek from Kaysa, a cheer erupted from the doctor, followed by a garbled cry given by the white-coated, slick child in his arms. Keeve nearly swooned at the sight. The doctor's aide finally stepped forward to provide assistance by severing the baby's umbilical cord and swaddling it in a blanket. Kaysa, meanwhile, was collapsed on the bed, struggling to catch her breath and laugh tearfully at the same time.

"The mother and father will be glad to know," announced the doctor, carrying the now cleaned and wailing child towards them, "that you have yourselves a daughter."

"She's beautiful," Zale whispered as he gazed upon his daughter for the first time as she lay squalling in the doctor's arms. "Look at her. Oh Kaysa." He leaned close to Kaysa and gave her a kiss that carried all of his joy with it.

Beside them both, Merrick stared on as well. It was obvious that the baby was Zale's and Kaysa's. He'd had a hope that it might be his, but...such was not the case. He smiled for both and nodded. "She's beautiful," he said, his voice happy despite the disappointment. How could he not be happy for Kaysa? There was no way, not with the way she glowed with wonder as the doctor brought her baby closer.

Kaysa laughed gently as the child was transferred to her cradling arms. The eyes were undoubtedly her own, and her skin the same rich mocha of Zale's. Her hair, now drying, looped into curls, adding to her child's beauty. She wept happily and kissed the girl's brow. "Keeve, do you see?" Her teary eyes found his. "Your sister, Keeve. Go on...you can touch her."

Keeve nodded hesitantly and stepped closer. Although the baby had ceased crying, she still whimpered now and again. He feared touching her and causing her to start up again, but when he brushed a finger against her cheek, the baby simply cooed. Keeve laughed in amazement and stared wide-eyed at Kaysa. "My sister.... What...what are we calling her?"

Kaysa looked up at Zale, giving him a questioning smile. "So, Daddy...what's it to be?"

"We'd thought of a few, but...but we never got a chance to decide on any." He glanced at Merrick and felt a slight twinge of sadness for his friend, then cast a questioning look at Kaysa.

She winked furtively at Zale, and grinned at Merrick. "You've always been good with words...and she's as much your daughter, too. How about you take a stab at it?"

Merrick looked between the two as they watched him expectantly. He smiled happily and nodded. "How about...Aria?"

Kaysa frowned briefly, but it was soon apparent she did so out of surprise rather than displeasure, especially when she lowered her face to her child's and whispered, "It's nice to meet you finally, Aria." Then, she kissed the tip of Aria's nose.

"We should probably go and tell the others the news," Keeve suggested to Shiv, still transfixed to the scene before him. Gazing aside at Shiv, he said, "I think I want one."

"You do, do you," she said with an infectious grin. "Well, now that you're back, we can try to start making one again." She leaned close as they both remained standing in place. "I'd like to start tonight, if you're up for it."

"Once they patch me up I will be," he answered, slipping his arms around Shiv's waist. "Though, there's a lot to tell you, first." Keeve groaned and reached back to rub at his lower back. "Like how breaking your fall with a solid piece of rock isn't the most comfortable experience," he quipped.

Shiv's eyes went wide, and for the first time she saw the extent of her husband's injuries. "Oh Keeve," she whispered as her hands went gently to the visible wounds, her concern more than obvious in her eyes as she gazed at him. "We have to find you a doctor. Right now. Come on."

He laid his hands gently upon her shoulders to restrain Shiv. "Don't worry, it's not that bad." Smiling, he kissed her brow. "I don't want to panic Kaysa. Let's just go outside, send Kim and Moril and everyone in, then you and I can quietly slip away to get myself looked at."

She looked up at him with love in her eyes and nodded. "Alright," she said. "So...did Kim tackle you when you came in?"

Keeve grimaced at the relived pain of that encounter. "I could barely get her off me. For a minute there, I'd thought you'd cut off your hair." Nuzzling her ear with his lips as they strolled off, Keeve whispered, "Don't you ever dare think of doing the same."

"I like her hair like that," Shiv said with a grin. "And, it does make it easier to tell us apart. Though, when I mentioned that to her, she almost didn't. I think she's still hoping...you know..."

"I know," he sighed. "I'm still trying to figure out what to do about that. And your encouraging her doesn't help!" he chided playfully.

Shiv grinned. "I know," she said. "We should try to...oh, if we can find someone, maybe sometime we could do a double date. You and me, and then Kim and a date."

"We don't know anyone else," Keeve reminded her, but as they reached the waiting room and Kim's face lit up at the sight of him, he amended, "But I'm sure we can find someone."

"Good," Shiv said with a smile, then she added in a whisper: "Because you're either going to have to accept her, reject her, or find a suitable replacement before her heart gets broken."

Kim rushed over, followed by Cadwin, Moril and Saris. "Well?" they all managed to say in unison.

Keeve couldn't help the grin he developed at the miracle he'd just witnessed. "A girl. They named her 'Aria'."

"Oh," Kim cooed. "Oh, that's a beautiful name! Can we see her? Will they let us in now? Oh, is she just adorable?"

Behind her, Moril and Cadwin chuckled. Saris stood close to Moril, smiling dreamily as his arm wrapped around her. "How is Kaysa?" she asked gently.

"Tired," Keeve answered. "But fine. You guys can go in now, just try not to alert that annoying head nurse."

"She kept glaring at us," Kim said, unable to take her eyes off Keeve. "At least in there, she won't be able to see us any longer."

"You guys go ahead," Shiv said, "we need to go have--" The look Keeve gave her stopped her from revealing to Kim that Keeve was injured, and she felt a slight blush suffuse her cheeks at the almost slip that would have earned Keeve even more attention from her twin. "We have some things to take care of."

"Alright," Moril said, stepping forward and taking charge. "Come on, let's go see the proud parents. Speaking of--"

"Zale," Shiv said with a grin.

Moril nodded. "Thanks," he said. "That could have been awkward." And, with that, the small group shuffled off together, leaving Keeve and Shiv alone.

Letting out a long sigh, Keeve sagged lightly against Shiv for support. "Now that the room's begun spinning...should we go see that doctor?" He smiled wanly.

"Come on," Shiv said, then helped him over to the desk. "We need to see a doctor. He's hurt."

Of course, as bad luck would have it, the disgruntled head nurse was the first they met. She smiled, and Keeve was at once fearful. "Yes, dears, I have the perfect man in mind." And as she rose and imperiously strode from the desk, Keeve doubted his injuries would be feeling very much better.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Shiv said as she watched the nurse, then glanced at Keeve. "I think we can still run if you want."

He chuckled weakly. "Actually, I think we should just stay right here." And with eyes rolling back into his head, Keeve slumped to the ground, deciding he much preferred the floor to a spinning room.

As Shiv quickly dropped to the floor beside him, holding and comforting him as best she could before someone came to take Keeve to a room with a doctor, she pressed her forehead to his. "I guess I'll take a raincheck on getting reacquainted with you then," she said softly.

Despite his injuries and the sudden way in which he'd arrived, she couldn't help the overjoyed feeling within at having him back in her arms. It wasn't until the doctors arrived to put him on a gurney that she realized that his forehead was wet with her tears, tears that spoke of her overwhelming happiness at having him back.

"I love you," she whispered to him as they disappeared together from the lobby and into one of the rooms where the doctors could patch him up. Keeve had returned to her.

"Aftermath"
By Theen Fida, New Republic Ambassador to Tae'Karada
& Colonel Drostnik, New Republic Intelligence, NPC

Location: New Republic Embassy
Date: Vadris 9th, 4ABY

***

Dawn had broken upon the horizon as Theen gazed out the plasteel window of his office. As far as offices go, Theen's was quite opulent. It was spacious to accommodate his large size, few furnishings save for his desk and repulsor chair, several other chairs sat motionless in mid air to the other side of the desk, which itself was a gigantic slab of worked marble native to his homeworld. Theen had several fauna that decorated the office. The office area was positioned to the back of the building, its windows jutted out to overlook the cityscape. Plush azure blue carpeting covered the floors, with a creamy white zig-zagged design running through it. Upon the walls were a few holo-frames from his days as a diplomat, signings of treaties and business dealings for the greater good of the galaxy. A couple were of his homeworld, shifting to different scenes of its natural beauty and beautifully sculpted cities that almost seemed to have been grown from the surrounding ecology.

Theen was troubled.

"Sir," an office droid piped from the door way. It was a shiny silver and blue protocol droid, similar to the C3-P0 line. "I have just come from the debriefing, Colonel Drostnik has asked that I personally give you his report."

"Very well, leave it on the desk," Theen said without looking behind him.

The droid cocked its head and timidly entered into the room to comply. The droid laid the diskette on the desk and turned to move away, his servos making a faint mechanical whir with every step and motion. The droid waddled towards the door, stopped and looked back, turned back around and departed the office.

Theen turned around and picked up the data diskette, stuck into his data pad and reviewed the report. As he suspected, all the New republic troops that had been called back and interrogated were working upon officials orders from Major Jaro. What they did not know, and Theen thought to keep it that way, was that Major Jaro, was not Major Jaro. Theen studied the report that detailed the interrogation of a captured trooper who was found to not be one of their own, a trooper who was engaged within the Palace, and presumably under the command of this doppelganger-Jaro. The colonel's report stated that he did not reveal any information even under the common duress of interrogation, and that all he had to report on the matter was that the trooper was indeed not one of their own. The colonel speculated he was probably ex-Imperial, and they were trained to resist interrogation techniques, at least the more passive that were considered legal, unlike the drastic techniques that were commonly used by the Imperials during the Galactic Civil War.

Theen commed his secretary, "Inform Colonel Drastnik that I am on way down."

Theen abruptly left his office for the lower levels of the Embassy, levels that were secret to the public, secret to the government of Tae'Karada, and secret to all but a few within his chain of command who had privileged information.

Theen entered the turbolift that would take him down. Punching in his security code to allow him access to the secret floors, the turbolift whizzed him on down beneath the ground floors of the Embassy.

When the doors opened, Theen passed by two guards; they did not move. Anyone who came down to these levels had clearance. The turbolift operated a series of discrete verification programs that only Theen was aware of, a special precaution he had had added. The security verification programs worked with multiple verifying technologies. A hidden camera took a retinal scan, and checked it against the Embassy's autonomous database. Tint nano-tech droids took a DNA sample with no knowledge to those who entered the turbolift. The DNA was quickly matched to the database as well. Anyone who did not have clearance, would not get far. The guards would have been notified that a non-cleared person or persons were descending. And they would be met appropriately.

The guards stood motionless as if they were but statues as Theen passed them by, his robes flowing behind them.

"Ambassador," Colonel Drostnik approached the tall Anx.

Drostnik stood at attention when he discerned the ill-favored expression upon the Anx's face.

"I will see to the prison personally, Colonel," Theen growled.

Drostnik let him pass as he nodded to the droid behind the control console.

Theen passed through a door way as the door swooshed up and then back down as Theen and Drostnik passed through.

"I assure you, Ambassador, that every resource at my disposal shall be used to..." Drostnik was saying as Theen abruptly hushed him with a large clawed finger in his face.

Drostnik swallowed hard.

"This is not the Empire, Colonel Drostnik, however, you know full well the repercussions for failure. I cannot hold you personally responsible for this embarrassing and unfortunate incident," Theen stated. "However, you will come to find that my reach is far and great. I don't care how, but you will get to the bottom of this, and you will find out how it was that the true Major Jaro was subdued, and his classified information and codes stolen. It is absurd to think that such an event as this has come to pass."

Theen abruptly turned away and strode down the hall. Drostnik gathered himself and followed after. He knew full well the repercussions of his occupation. When one worked behind the public eyes in military and diplomatic intelligence, serious blunders were met with serious occupational transformations. True, this was not the Empire, he did not fear for his life, or those of his family. Only for his future. Drostnik knew full well he could find himself freezing on the icy world of Hoth, finishing his career at a meaningless station, or finding himself stuck on some forsaken world - the furthest from civilization one could ever imagine.

"Right here, Sir," Drostnik stated as he pulled a data-cylinder to open the door.

Inside the room was pitch dark, save for the light coming in from the hall way, and the eerie red laser bars that held the captive at bay. The bars would not kill, but an extreme high voltage would send the captive fumbling back to the wall and incapacitated. The room was actually very bright with blinding light before the door was opened, but the lights went off just as soon as the door was keyed to open. The sensation of blinding white light and near utter darkness was an old technique.

"Disengage the beams, Colonel," Theen ordered.

Drostnik complied with a tap from his data-pad that was keyed into the facility. The red laser bars dissipated and the lighting in the room had also come to a comfortable level, not bright, but not dark, a romantic mixture of lighting and shadow if one were here for such a thing.

Theen moved in closer to the man who was shackled. As an Anx, he had the uncanny knowledge of physiology for most every species that was common within the worlds of the New Republic. It was a powerful knowledge, and if there was anything that Theen excelled at, it was knowledge.

The giant Anx toward over the captured soldier. "Has he been drugged?"

"He has had a limited amount of truth serum, Sir," Drostnik replied. "Nothing to hinder the gathering of information, I assure you."

Obviously not, Theen thought to himself, How else would you try and gain information if you hindered the prisoner's capability to divulge information...military intelligence! Bhaaa!

"Leave us," Theen ordered. "Stay by the door, go no further."

Colonel Drostnik hesitated for a moment until Theen gave him a look that he should comply. Images of a frozen arctic waste hurried Drostnik back through the door.

Theen grabbed hold of the man and applied increasing pressure to several key areas of the man's nervous system with one quick and experienced motion.

"Nyaaaaahhhrr.." the man yelped and whimpered.

"I can do a great many things to your body, do you understand?" Theen asked the prisoner. "I can make this painful, all of which is temporary if you so choose to cooperate. I can shut your bodily functions off and on like a droid, do you understand?" he asked again as he applied more pressure.

"Y...yes!" the man hissed.

"I can paralyze you, I can blind you, I can make it so that you will be a prisoner within your own body, you would go mad inside that feeble mind of yours...alive, but no control over your bodily functions," he explained. "Now tell me, whose orders were you under? Hmm? Who do you work for?"

Drostnik stood outside the room. Nothing could be heard from inside, and he had no capabilities of looking in with any technological devices from his position outside the room. He thought he didn't want to know anyway, although it was always advantageous to have information under one's hat to use for personal gain, especially when one feared for their future.

What seemed like forever, only a few microns had elapsed until Theen emerged from the room. Drostnik caught a glance of the limp prisoner before the door swooshed shut again. Inside the red-lasers zapped to life and the lighting blared back to blinding intensity.

"I have no further use for the prisoner, Colonel," Theen announced as he made down the hall from where they had originated. "Ensure that he finds his way to a suitable facility, he has no useful information."

"Yes Sir," Drostnik replied as they passed through the doorway to the outer hall.

Theen briskly made for the turbolift to make it back to his office.

Inside the lift, Theen churned the information he had procured from the man. Theen had left the man with no memory of the incident. A human's physiology and neurology was easily manipulated, he thought as the lift flew up to the uppermost levels. The information the prisoner offered was nothing of a revolutionary nature, but it was a starting point to uncover the treachery of the past night...

"Re-Laying Groundwork"
By: Yelara Neerou
Va'Lesh Zaneth
Liam Zaneth

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Leshie had ceased fidgeting only when exhaustion finally overcame the small child and sleep claimed him. Now, cradled in Yelara's arms and suckling at something imagined in his dream, Va'Lesh was allowed to forget the tumultuous day that had befallen them all; though, graced with the short memory and lack of comprehension all children were granted, it was unlikely he had remembered any of it moments after all had ended. Yelara was much like him, in that regard; her own memories were fleeting, lost somewhere in the labyrinth of her damaged mind. Oblivion, however, was not as comforting for Yelara as it was now with Va'lesh.

All she knew of herself was she had risen from the dead after succumbing to Dargus' violence. She had a son named Va'Lesh and a husband or two...though neither of them she knew anything about. There was Kallia, whose presence brought brief glimpses of happiness and affection, but Yelara was either too afraid to cling to them, or incapable of doing so. All that remained was emptiness, and without Va'Lesh, there would also have been loneliness.

Although the chill of the night's air nipped at her cheeks and stung her eyes, Yelara sat on the cold bench of the courtyard and gazed at the winking stars. She yearned to drift among them and leave the Temple behind, where there was nothing for her. In space, at least she could find someplace new, somewhere to start fresh. The past, as inscrutable as it was, was just that. There would be no use in dwelling on what couldn't be remembered. Yelara needed to move forward.

Her mind decided, she rose, stiffened muscles tensing against the cold and flesh raising in goosepimples. The wind swept Yelara's sable curls aside as she turned, only to be met by two glowing blue orbs piercing through the darkness. She took a startled step back.

"I'm sorry," Liam Zaneth said softly. "I didn't mean to surprise you. I was just going around, checking on people. Are you alright, Yelara?"

She nodded imperceptibly. "I'm unhurt." Swallowing hard and trembling, she asked, "And you?"

"Same," he said with a smile. "I'm unhurt, but concerned." He frowned as he watched her. "Are you cold?" He pulled his cloak off, and held it out for her. "Here, it'll help keep you warm."

Yelara would have refused if Leshie weren't in her arms. If she was frigid, he was likely just as cold, despite the warmth her body provided. Suppressing a cold shudder, Yelara accepted the garment and adjusted it around her shoulders. "I should probably take him inside," she murmured, gazing only at Leshie and consciously avoiding Liam's stare. "I just have nowhere to go in this place...no room that's just my own."

"We can arrange for one," Liam said as he used the Force to keep the chill away from his own body. "There's plenty of room in the Temple if you and Leshie want your own room."

"I don't--" She sighed and squinted up at Liam in the darkness. "I don't know if the Temple is the best place for me and my son. I'm not sure I want him around Dargus...not until I can determine what exactly I'm feeling, and who he is really."

"Dargus isn't the man he used to be," Liam said. "But if you don't feel comfortable here, we can also find a place for you in the city, if you would like. Perhaps you would like to spend some time with your grandfather, Orinth. Whatever you would like, Yel, we'll see what we can do."

"We?" She emitted a weak chuckle. "I really do wish I could remember what we were to each other, Mr. Zaneth - why you're going out of your way to help me. Jae Dyn said that we...we were married, which presumes that we did love each other...but I can't remember any of that. I don't feel it."

"We had our ups and downs," Liam said, "but we loved each other very much. We got married on Akaphael." He brushed his fingers against the kestrel hanging from his earlobe, and felt the memories wash over him in a rush. "We had our honeymoon on Turren."

Yelara shrugged, shifting Liam's cloak upon her shoulders. "Those places are foreign to me. The only thing familiar is Va'Lesh...and sometimes Jae Dyn and Dargus, but you...you're a mystery to me for some reason. Why any memory of you wouldn't remain...I don't know."

"I cannot answer that," Liam said, his face not betraying the pain within. "I don't understand everything that happened. I did my best to bring you back as whole as I could. I...I wasn't certain I'd succeed." A part of him wasn't certain he had actually succeeded. "It is somewhat ironic that you don't remember me, I guess."

"Because you've done so much for me?" Yelara ventured. Leshie shifted in her arms, and Yelara adjusted him in them until the boy was comfortable once again. "Did you revive me so that Leshie would have a mother?" she asked him softly. "Is that why you brought me back? Is that why you did this to me?"

"I wanted Leshie to have his mother," Liam said softly. "And...and I wasn't ready to lose my wife, not like it happened. But...but he needed you...I couldn't alone..."

As cold as she felt, Yelara's heart had not yet been touched by it. Witnessing his anguish, she haltingly stepped towards him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't mean to cause you pain. If I could remember...."

"It's not your fault," Liam said softly. "There's a part of me...a part that knows that I should have done what I did, in bringing you back. I was playing with forces I had...that I shouldn't have. But, to see you again, to see Leshie with you...I can't imagine any wrongness in what I did. You were taken too early; our baby was cheated out of his mother. For myself, if you never...never remember, never feel again...I can bear it. But, to have our child grow up without ever knowing his mama..."

"He'll know me," Yelara insisted, standing directly before him now. His handsome features, not completely buried beneath his expression of sorrow, were not lost on Yelara. She smiled. "I'm here for him, I always will be. And...and Jae Dyn told me." Her features sobered. "You're his father, not Dargus. You...you've a right to be involved in his life, Mr. Zaneth. I won't keep him from you."

"Thank you," Liam said with a smile. "It means very much to me that you're willing... Are you feeling warm enough?" He reached a finger out to Leshie who quickly grasped it. "We can find a warm spot inside if you want."

" 'We' again," Yelara teased. "You're not going to give up on me, are you?" It was more a mild accusation than a question.

"If you wish to be alone, I can go," Liam said. "But, unless you don't want me to be, I'd like to be a part of your life...since we both will be involved in raising Leshie."

Yelara held Liam in a curiously amused regard. "You truly believe we can so easily return to...whatever it was we had? We're nearly strangers. Instead of working to rebuild a marriage," she reasoned, "we should be first working towards getting acquainted, don't you think?"

"Based on where we are now," Liam said with a nod, "I don't think we can pick up where we left off. We'll have to start over... It's a good idea, to get acquainted again. I'd like that." He gave her a smile. "I'm Liam Zaneth."

Flashing him the first true and dazzling smile she had adopted since her death, she replied, "I'm Yelara. I've been told my last name is Zaneth, too." With an extended hand, she offered her greeting. "It's an intriguing pleasure to meet you, Liam Zaneth."

He took her hand with a smile. "I've heard that before, your last name was Neerou, if you wished continue using that," he said with a wink. "Would you like help finding a room for the night? It looks like the little one is getting a little sleepy."

"He's not the only one, and I'm not just talking about me." Giving his hand a brief squeeze, she whispered, "You look ready to fall down, Liam. Get some rest. I'm sure I can find an empty room somewhere in this place."

"If you'd like to spend some time together tomorrow, getting acquainted, you, me, and little Leshie can go look for a place for the two of you, if you'd like. If you'd like."

She sighed, and only after realizing her hand was still resting in his, with one thumb barely stroking her own, did she gently and abashedly reclaim hers. "I think I'll need a job first," was her distracted reminder. His touch had sparked a warmth in her, and Yelara was grateful for the darkness, then, where her blushing cheeks would not be visible. "Jae Dyn said I used to be a technician. Maybe I could do that again...."

"Would you like something outside of the Jedi?" he asked. "You set up some security devices for us before. We could use your help here, if you're interested. You don't have to though, if you're not comfortable."

"It's not a matter of my personal comfort." Yelara smiled wryly, watching her son grinning sleepily at Liam and tugging weakly at his finger. "I've nowhere to go...and I'm not equipped to take care of him as well as I should if I leave the Temple." Her bewitching violet eyes locked with Liam's, and her smile softened. "I could stay here...for a while. I feel comfortable enough with you right now to do that. You have...your soul is kind, I can tell." Chuckling at her child's squeal of delight as he managed to fit Liam's finger into his mouth, Yelara added with mirth, "And Va'Lesh seems to like you well enough. How could I say 'no'?"

Liam grinned at his son as he pushed his free hand through the mop of red hair atop the baby's head. "There are some free rooms in the northern wing," he said. "The non-Jedi at the Temple are using some of those rooms, including Orinth. Tomorrow, when the sun is up, it might be better to look for a more permanent room here at the Temple, and your belongings can be moved in. If you'd like, of course. I don't want to push you into anything you don't want, or aren't ready for."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere tonight, so there's time to decide." Leshie's fidgeting increased, until he was at the brink of squeezing free of Yelara's embrace. She struggled to restrain him, though was smiling wryly after realizing where he was trying to go. "I think he wants your arms, Liam. Do you mind taking him?"

"Not at all," Liam said with a smile. "He's very insistent when he decides on something like this. Come on, my little bantha."

Transferred to Liam's hold, Leshie calmed considerably and was now only restless with excitement at being close to his father. It grieved Yelara to see their bond and have no understanding of her own with Liam. She had conceived a child with him, yet couldn't imagine ever having lain with him. Her past was gone, and at the moment not even her future looked very bright. There seemed to be little left for her. "Would you like to watch him for a while?" she asked quietly. "I...there's something I need to do."

"Of course," he said, watching her with some concern. "I'll have him in my room." He quickly gave her directions to the room so she could find him and Leshie. "I have some of his things there, and it's easy to find. Not to mention warmer, though with all of his energy, I think he warms himself up with fidgeting."

His light humour was lost on Yelara as she distractedly leaned forward to kiss Leshie's forehead. She was thrown into further mental disarray when her instincts nearly led her to bestow a departing kiss upon Liam's lips. Stunned and dismayed, Yelara jostled past him and fled the courtyard. Leshie burbled at her from behind.

Liam watched her go, his own emotions up in the air as well. "Come on," he whispered to Leshie after waving Leshie's little hand after departing mama, and proceeded inside with his son. "Let's go wait for her inside where it's warmer. And, I can read you more from that little story we started back on the ship, the one you love so much." He disappeared inside, but paused long enough to glance back to where Yelara had been outside. With a sigh, he continued on, hoping that somehow things would work themselves out.

"Unbearable Desires"
By: A Shadowy Figure

Location: Yesdol District Hospital
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

It proved difficult to even gain access to the wing after hours with that unrelenting head nurse posting guard, but he had managed it with an atomizer of hurlothrombic gas. One whiff of the substance, infused with an aroma of nanta blossoms to encourage compulsive sniffing, and the nurse was stricken with awe for the visitor. She was now loath to deny him the access he desired. The nurse was even so helpful as to direct him to the appropriate room.

He couldn't abide those who would dare keep him from what was rightfully his, from seeing the woman who should have been his own, and the child who would have been if other forces had not intervened. Those forces were in the form of an irritating blonde whore who wielded knives as expertly as she had bewitched Kaysa Zenarr with her spunky charm, and a lumbering oaf with corded hair who couldn't possibly know how to love a woman as precious as Kaysa. Maeren Shivral and Zale Tregat.... His mangled hands balled into fists as his rage was fanned. They would be the first to suffer, then for amusement, the musician would bear the tail-end of his furious revenge.

Rumour had it he liked men well enough, and had entertained a few without Kaysa's knowledge. His lips twisted into a savage grin. It would pay to see how Merrick Braston enjoyed catering to a group of ex-cons from Throntas eager to ravage such a pretty boy. Though difficult to contain his sick delight, he did manage to repress a crazed laugh at the imagery such thoughts elicited, lest he rouse the hospital's staff. As an ex-resident of Throntas himself, he would be more than tickled to count himself among Merrick's defilers. Oh, how he would delight in making him sing....

Thoughts interrupted by the susurration of an opening door nearby, the hospital's shadowy phantom flattened his back against the wall and listened to the approaching footsteps. He dared a peek around the corner and immediately recognized the hulking figure leaving Kaysa's room. The thin ropes of braided hair swaying as he walked were difficult to miss, even in the dimly lit corridor. As he passed under one of the few overhead lights remaining active that night, those obdurate, black eyes he knew well enough became visible, then disappeared again as darkness fell upon him again. People had called them terrifying to look upon, those unforgiving orbs that seemed to swallow all light and feed off the darkness; it is told that to be near enough them to see your own reflection upon their surface means your death will soon follow. He, however, had stared into their depths and survived. The next time he faced those eyes, it would be Zale Tregat who breathed his last breath.

Once the Tregat Syndicate's leader passed, oblivious to his presence, the shadow detached itself from the wall and unobtrusively crept backwards down the corridor. The moment Zale disappeared around a bend, he moved more assuredly towards his beloved's room. Surprisingly, there were none of Tregat's guards about, posting watch on Kaysa and her new child. Or, perhaps, not so, as it was one of Zale's loyal employees who had informed him of the birth; his ally had no doubt secured his passage to her room, for which he would be pleasantly rewarded.

The shifting dark shape didn't fear running into one of Kaysa's other lovers, for most of them were asleep in the waiting room, including the blonde whore's twins. Shiv was attending to Kaysa's other brat, and the newest addition, her estranged husband, was off wallowing in cheap ale to drown his own disappointment at the birth. That one showed potential...but for now, his sights were set on Kaysa's door, which opened at his tap upon the panel. Of course, the musician was there, sprawled in a chair at one corner of the room, maintaining a sleeping vigil upon his wife and her new child. The musician didn't even stir when he slipped in through the door. There was risk in what he dared, but the danger stirred a deranged glee within him. As did something else entirely that always stirred at the sight of his beautiful Kaysa.

His footsteps made no sound upon the tiled floor of the hospital room when he began his approach. The baby was fast asleep as well in a small crib situated beside Kaysa's bed, within reach if the infant cried for its mother during the night. The little creature would be dealt with later, however, and for now, his sole focus was on the angel reposed on a bed of white, as pure as her flawless skin made lurid by the moonlight spilling through her window, yet detracting nothing from her elegance. Further temptation was provided by the perfect line of her nose in profile, and her full, parted lips beckoning him to come forward and envelope them in a kiss. He groaned softly at the ache building between his legs, and when he stopped at her bedside, he very nearly climbed atop with the intent of exerting his sexual frustrations upon her. Shaking with the force of his resistance, the shadow dropped to his knees in supplication to his worshipped goddess.

The moonlight illuminated wild red-gold hair and hungry blue eyes that feasted on the vision lying vulnerably before him. He dared not touch, though, not yet. Something as precious as Kaysa Zenarr demanded reverence, and as much as he had despised her once for rejecting his love, now he idolized her. But it was difficult to play the part of disciplined zealot, not when the swell of her breasts beneath the thin gown taunted him, and a partially exposed thigh peeking out from under the bedsheet fed his carnal desires. His body quaked violently and he whimpered in anguish at his struggle to resist. One hand, bereft of all but two fingers, crushed the bedcovering within a fist, while the other dipped into his pants. He sighed as the ache began diminishing, replaced by a throbbing wave of pleasure.

Licking his lips, he imagined Kaysa's wrapped around his engorged phallus, administering to his ecstasy as he had always dreamed. His free hand unclenched to release the bedsheet and raised to hover above her bare arm in the lightest of caresses. Her mouth trembled as if a cold breeze had swept over her; even the skin of her arm reacted thus, raising into goosebumps. He grinned deliriously, knowing it had been his touch she'd responded to, and with a stifled grunt, he threw back his head in climax. Once the shuddering of his body subsided, he withdrew his soaked hand and carelessly wiped it upon her bedsheet. Realizing soon after that he had sullied Kaysa's immaculate altar, he staggered to his feet in horror and stumbled away from the bed.

He started at a gentle whimper coming from across the bed, from the baby fussing quietly in her sleep. Baring his teeth, Kaysa's worshipper moved towards the tiny, sleeping creature and leaned into the crib. Zale's demon get.... His breath hissed out through his teeth and both hands convulsively squeezed into fists. So fragile and delicate bones so easy to crush... It would have been effortless to end the young girl's life and drive a dagger of grief into Zale Tregat's heart, but he couldn't bring himself to injure Kaysa in such a way. No...if the child was to be disposed of, it would have to be her own doing. He was already devising measures to bring it about, and he wouldn't lay a finger on the small creature, not and risk earning Kaysa's ire.

"Enjoy mommy now," he whispered darkly, "because she won't be staying around for very long."

His crazed blue eyes shot up at a sound from the musician, and hastily he receded once more into the darkness. Casting one final, longing look in Kaysa's direction, he slipped unnoticed from the room before the child began squalling. Through the closing door's gap, he managed a glimpse of Kaysa waking with a gasp and Braston jerking awake. Then they were blocked from view by the metal door.

Stroking its surface, and envisioning Kaysa's luscious flesh beneath his fingertips, Vrax murmured, "You'll be set free soon, my love. I'll help liberate you from this wretched existence." Moaning softly as his lips grazed the door, her lips, he promised, "Soon...you'll be raised to the level of glory you deserve. And only I can do it."

Hips ground against the unyielding metal slab in desperate yearning, but with great effort he dragged himself away and swaggered in a near-drunken gait down the hallway. He disappeared in shadow just as Zale Tregat rounded the corner, with the crimelord none the wiser. No one would be, that much he vowed, until finally Kaysa would at long last be his.

"Stirring Memories"
By: Yelara Neerou
Orinth Zaneth

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

With only the moonlight filtering through the trees and creating a variegation of black and white splotches onto his sleeping face, it was difficult to discern, but Yelara Neerou could just make out the familiar profile, the strong jaw, sharp cheekbones.... Standing in the doorway and studying Orinth Neerou's features with mounting sorrow, Yelara realized they were familiar because they were so like her own. Still, this man, like every other person in her life now, was a stranger.

Instead of running from the human spectre of her forgotten past, Yelara crept forward, being pulled by her overwhelming need for enlightenment, and belonging. Without a sound, she knelt by his bed and watched him. "Grandfather..." she murmured, testing the word on her tongue. It raised no memories, no attached emotions... It was simply a word with no true meaning. She would give it one. Touching his hand briefly, she whispered, "Mr. Neerou?"

The old man's eyes twitched, then squinted open. Blearily, they swivelled to the pale hand touching his own, then followed the length of its arm to guide his poorly functioning sight to the visitor hunkering at his bedside. Her face was half hidden in darkness, but the single violet eye he could see was enough. Orinth Neerou smiled tentatively, uncertain if his old mind had finally lost all sense. But the touch of her hand was real, and chuckling with joy he struggled upright. "Yelara...dear girl, do you finally remember me?"

Hearing his voice seemed to startle her. She withdrew her hand, but otherwise didn't move. "I...I know who you are," she whispered. "But I still don't know you." Before his hopes could be dashed entirely, she added, "Though...will you help me remember?"

All sign of sleep vanished from his face to be replaced with elation. Orinth retrieved her hand and squeezed it fondly. "Come sit by me," he told her, grinning and patted the bed. "I'll tell you a little story, just as I used to when you were a child."

It was impossible to dismiss his excitement, or not respond to his kindness. Smiling eagerly, Yelara climbed onto the mattress with legs folded to one side. Both alert, despite their harrowing night, Yelara listened while Orinth recounted, and it wasn't until the sun had risen that she learned every detail of her existence, from birth, to death.

By the end, Yelara found a rapport with the man who had raised her for the latter half of her childhood. There was an indescribable bond between them, that was for certain each time he referred to her by her affectionate nickname, and whenever he reached forward to pat her cheek lightly and reinforce his adoration. After a time, she had found herself leaning into the caresses; now, she was seated by his side, her weary head pillowed on his thin shoulder.

As Orinth closed his eyes, slipping into a happy languor at her proximity, Yelara chuckled and asked quietly, "Was I really that bad? I couldn't possibly have been that unruly, coltish girl you talked about. How did you put up with me?"

Orinth sighed placidly. "It wasn't very hard, Yara dear. You may have been difficult to control, but we loved you, and you loved us. You have your father's temperament." The old man laughed softly. "I think he took pride in your first show of rebellion. He knew, then, that you were his child down to the very core. Of course your mother despaired that wild spirit of yours, but she loved you all the same for it. We all did, Yara." He turned his lips to the top of her head and kissed it. "We still do."

She emitted a quavering sigh at the emotions stirred by his tender gesture. Slipping both arms around his waist in an embrace, Yelara said, "I wish I could remember all that...but it's probably not all that important, really. We can always start again...as I told Liam."

"Ah...that fellow." He smiled and winked at her in jest. "Do you know that I disapproved of him when we first met?" Laying his head back against the headboard, he continued, "I thought he was trouble...but after you returned, married and with a grandson for me, I saw the love there, truly. You must give him a chance, Yara - give your love time to grow again." He patted her cheek lightly. "If you don't, I dare say you won't ever find as much happiness as you had with him."

"But...if I never remember..."

Orinth interjected gently, "Then you start from the beginning, Yara. If you can't find what is lost, then replace it with something new, and maybe even better, hm?"

Drawing comfort from his words, Yelara nestled her cheek to his shoulder and curled up against him with growing ease. Somehow, she had taken quickly to this old man who claimed relation to her. Even if that had been a lie, Yelara couldn't fathom not developing a fondness for him. It made it that much easier to trust him, and his advice.

"I'll give him a chance," she decided, then. "Maybe I'll speak to him about going into town tomorrow, he, Leshie and I." Raising her head, she gazed at him. "You're welcome to join us."

His answer was to chuckle ponderously. "Oh, I wouldn't dare intrude on that, my dear girl. You and he need far more mending. After all, we're off to a pretty good start, are we not?" Yelara was incapable of resisting his charm and laughed at the twinkle in his eye. He could sense the tenuous bond that had formed between them during the night, and knew it would be lasting. It was good to have his granddaughter back...almost.

Following a prolonged silence, Orinth sighed and patted Yelara's knee. "Do you have anymore questions, my girl?" When a response was lacking, Orinth craned his neck forward to look upon her curiously. He chuckled to himself. She was fast asleep and still clinging to him.

Despite the ache in his back from sitting up all night, he didn't dare move, not and chance waking her; the joy of Yelara's embrace far outweighed any discomfort he could suffer. His little Yara was reclaimed for the most part, and lest she rouse after a long, refreshing sleep with no memory of their night's progress, at least he would have this single moment of bliss.

"Visions"
By Vaya Bek, Padawan

Location: Jedi temple
Date: Vadris 9th, 4ABY

***

Vaya awoke from restless sleep. She checked the chrono, it had been five hours but only felt like a few minutes to her. She slipped out of bed and relished the coolness of the floor on her bare feet. A million thoughts and feelings raced through her mind as she stretched the sleep from her joints and muscles. The events of the past day all came flooding back. She made for the fresher to help wake her up as images of blaster bolts whizzed in her mind, and the look of the young Padawan she held in her arms, a fatality of the night. Vaya had heard there were others, and that several had various degrees of wounds. She was relieved to know that the Jedi had returned, and even more so that Laedra had returned as well. A sudden pang of revelation hit her as she remembered that Koran had been brought back badly wounded. She decided she would stop by the med-lab and see how he was after she freshened up and to check in on the other Padawans as well.

Vaya hadn't realised how achy her body was until the hot water hit her skin. She felt some burning along her right upper thigh near her butt; she found that she had a nice scrape there, and she couldn't think for the life of her when she had procured that. Her hands were also mildly wounded, slightly raw and bruised from falls and her escape through the trees. She just stood there letting the hot water massage her weary muscles.

After her shower she dressed and left her room for the med lab.

The Temple was rather quite; she hadn't come across anyone on her way to see Koran. The lights were dimmed in the med-lab and she saw Koran laying upon a bed. She stood there for a few moments with no real thoughts in her mind before she walked in. She didn't know the extent of his injuries, but she hadn't heard anything of a mortal nature, which she was thankful for. She didn't really know Koran, but he seemed like a good man, and no doubt was an honorable Jedi. He reminded her some of her former Master, just as a reminder- nothing particularly similar. She thought perhaps it was his aura.

Vaya stepped into the med-lab and walked over to the side of his bed. That no one was in with him was a sign to Vaya that he would come through soon enough. She didn't want to bother him or anything, she just felt a need to check in. She sat down next to his bed and gazed over his restful body. With no thought she took his hand in hers and gave a silent prayer of goodwill, hoping for a speedy recover.

She held his hand for a moment, and then sudden flashes flooded through her mind. She saw the clash of sabers, she felt the sense of the battle that had wounded the Jedi. A mixture of feelings overlapped Vaya's senses, feelings that she couldn't decipher, but she had a sense that there was something between him and one of the figures that he was engaged in battle with, and then there was a sensation of peace and calm amidst the maelstrom of the past events, and then feelings of love and passion...

Vaya pulled her hand from his with a raised eye brow and slight blush on her face. Her ability of sight was an awkward one, something she had yet to learn to control and fully understand. She felt a bit guilty at first for seeing things that were of a relation to the man. But she knew that it was not intentional, and she didn't fully understand the visions and sensations she had experienced anyway. She sat there for a few more moments before she got up to go check on her fellow Padawans.

On her way out from checking with the other Padawans and after her visit to Koran, the pangs of hunger hit. She brushed them aside, and decided to go meditate instead. She thought she needed food for the soul first...

"Baring Gifts"
By: Dani
Nieme Yaresh
Talara Sorenne
Jadda the Hutt

Location: Arcadian Palace; Jadda's Palace
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Dani watched as Talara stared blankly into nothingness. From the top of the stairs, she had a clear view of the girl as she stood naked, bound hand and foot, in the large foyer of the Palace. She couldn't help the feelings of doubt and regret at sending the girl away. It would be a punishment for the girl, but Dani wasn't entirely sure it was appropriate. At least, she mused, they would have a spy within Jadda's court. Still, the idea of Tala being hurt didn't sit well with her. Though, sending her away would probably be the surest way of keeping the girl safe. Nieme's fits of anger could be quite dangerous.

As she sensed her lover's approach, Dani quickly guarded her more doubt-filled thoughts and turned to greet Nieme. "I believe she is all ready to go," she said.

Nieme wrapped her arms around Dani's waist and leaned her chin upon one bare, purple shoulder. "This will lend much towards disciplining her, I think. And it will teach her a lesson for her betrayal. Have we not given her every reason to worship us, Dani?"

"I agree," Dani said softly. "I believe it is the influence of the Jedi. Once we have her back from her punishment, we will need to do everything we can to eradicate the Jedi from her memory."

"Perhaps," she answered slowly, calculating. "Though a more expedient measure would do to remove the memories altogether." Kissing Dani's shoulder, Nieme said, "If I could make Raeila barren without touching her, I am more than certain I can clear Talara's mind of her ties to the Jedi."

Dani smiled and kissed her lover. "When we get her back," she purred. "First, she will learn the error of her ways while pleasing that slug."

"And the sooner, the better," Nieme added. Briefly teasing the delicate flesh of Dani's neck, Nieme soon pulled away and offered her a hand. "Shall we see her off, then?"

Dani began to nod, then grinned. "What do you think of delivering her to and presenting her to the Hutt ourselves? A nice personal touch, I think. And, maybe we can seduce Vorgoth away from the slimy one."

Nieme chuckled deeply. "We will need a royal escort, of course. And, the Hutt will need to be informed so he can prepare an appropriate reception for us."

"Oh yes," Dani said. "We can have one of the girls in their new outfits notify the Hutt. And, we'll need to wear something appropriate, of course."

In her excitement, Nieme hollered down at the soldiers guarding Talara, shouting orders and demands. The clones scrambled in an orderly fashion to carry them out. It was hardly thirty minutes later that Nieme and Dani's entourage was assembled in the Palace's courtyard - a detachment of guards for intimidation factor alone, for the two could easily defend themselves; one of Yara's clones outfitted in a sheer equadi standing meekly behind them; and of course Talara, in all her naked glory leading the way. The sight of her bared rear caused Nieme and Dani much delight.

"It's time," she told Dani, brushing fingers against the back of her lover's hand. "You won't miss Talara too dearly, will you?"

"I'm afraid I will," Dani said, a wistful tone in her voice. "Aside from you, my beautiful star, I think she is one of the most delightful lovers I've had recently. For one so young, she is quite talented. I think the only other who might compare would be Koran Darr. One night was nearly not enough."

"She will be back," Nieme promised. "And she'll be the better for her time under Jadda's keeping. With that creature, perhaps she will realize we aren't so bad after all, hmm?"

"Oh indeed," Dani said with a grin. "Come, let us get this over before I change my mind and realize I won't be able to survive without her delightful tongue. I will miss those little noises she makes though."

Chuckling into Dani's ear, Nieme whispered, "I can make noises, too, if sufficiently motivated, you know. Shall we prove so during the ride to Thanatos?"

"Oh," Dani purred. "Yes, please. We'll see what kinds of noises I can get you to make. I think that will get me through any melancholy caused by Tala's absence."

With their speeder-ride entertainment planned, Nieme and Dani slid into one of the vehicles, with manacled Talara seated across from them in the facing seat. She held a perfect view of Nieme and Dani's caresses and seeking hands.

"You could be pressed between us right now, dear girl," Nieme whispered thickly as Dani lay atop her, feasting upon her bared bosom. "If only you wouldn't cling to your loyalty for the Jedi so."

As Dani's pheromones filled the speeder, Talara began squirming in her seat as she was forced to watch her mistresses. "I promise I'll get better," she whispered desperately. "I promise I'll be good again."

"We'll see," Dani purred, then resumed her suckling.

While Nieme and Dani attended to one another, achieving bliss and ecstasy, Talara was forced to watch and suffer with her growing ache. Her desires would not be satisfied by either of her mistresses. They would leave that up to Jadda.

Having arrived at his palace in the sands before the sun had set fully, Nieme and Dani arranged their clothing before stepping out of the vehicle. Talara stumbled out of it moments later. Flanked by their soldiers, led by their offering, and trailed by the Yara clone and more guards, Tae'Karada's Empresses made their procession to Jadda's doorstep. They were greeted by an attendant, a Twi'lek female, and Jadda's own retinue of soldiers.

"Greetings, your highnesses," Jadda's majordomo bowed in a most courtful and respective manner. "We have been expecting your arrival. Please, come this way," she motioned. She couldn't help overlooking the barenaked girl and the other slightly dressed one. Seemed more of a twi'lek slave gown than appropriate for humans.

Once inside, the Hutt's Palace, the female Twi'lek stopped and turned graciously to face Nieme and Dani once more. "I shall announce your visit. Please, wait here for me..." she asked as she strode into a room. It took her a couple of minutes before she came back.

"The Grand Jadda will see you now," she said as she held the door so that Nieme and Dani could enter the room. It wasn't the conventional room where the Hutt usually received his guests. This particular room was different. It had metallic walls with fine draperies coming down and a smooth blood red soft carpet that led all the way up to where Jadda sat.

The large Hutt saw the women coming in and was at once excited to see that with them came two more females, one of them barely dressed - and one of them totally naked. At Jadda's side was Vorgoth who bowed at Nieme and Dani ever so slightly, and on the other side the protocol droid.

"Chowbasa kwee-kunee Nieme um Dani..." he said in a slow manner. "Haku hagwa jee ha che chuba?" The droid translated. "Master Jadda welcomes you, your highnesses Nieme and Dani, and asks that you inform the purpose of your visit."

Dani nodded graciously to the Hutt. "We come to express our thanks for all your assistance in our recent battle against the Jedi," she said. "And, we come bearing gifts." She indicated Talara with a flourish.

Jadda glanced once more at the young girl. She was a young one, her flesh tender and firm. She was not yet a full grown woman, but Jadda could tell that she was old enough to please in sexual ways. "Jee tinka shag mee..." he nodded, obviously pleased. He then turned to the girl and smiled. "Chuba chik youngee!" The protocol droid translated at once. "Master Jadda is thankful for your gift. The girl shall be his new dancing girl."

"Do what you will with her," Nieme offered. She laid a hand upon Talara's shoulder and leaned in to whisper, "This will teach you to cross us." Then she shoved the naked girl towards Jadda's throne.

Talara stumbled forward under the force of Nieme's push, but managed to retain her balance. Standing before the Hutt, there was nothing more she could do. She offered a somewhat awkward bow. "I am at your service, Great Jadda," she managed to squeak out.

Jadda laughed loudly. "Jee dowa..." he said. The Hutt then nodded once more to Nieme and Dani. "Wata sa Naboo gocola. Bunko to foonta tuta je?" Once more the droid translated. "Master Jadda offers you some wine from Naboo and asks if you will be needing anything else at the Palace?"

Nieme glanced aside at her lover, smiling secretively, then regarded Jadda again. She gave a low bow, nearly spilling her breasts out of her constricting bustier. "Great Jadda, if you would...please don't be lenient with the girl." Her grin was cunning. "Treat her as you will...but we ask that you don't kill her. Everything else is allowable."

"We are unable to stay long," Dani continued, "but if you have any entertainment you wish to share with us, we would be happy to partake of your hospitality while we are here. And, once the situation on the planet settles, we would like to offer an invitation to you and your entourage to join us at the palace regarding any negotiations you deem pertinent."

Jadda laughed and then gave a nod to his Majordomo. The female Twi'lek went up to Nieme and Dani and gave them a short bow. "Please, follow me..." she asked of them. She escorted them to a room that was nearby. The smell of burning incense was easily picked up.

Inside the room were many luxurious beds, tapestries and many candles that spread fine scents. There were many types of fabrics there as well as colours. But what the room was more notorious for was the women who stood there. Many of them from different races. All of them either dressed in see through gowns or very small lingerie, or even wearing nothing at all.

The Hutt's majordomo turned to face Nieme and Dani, a faint smile on her lips. "You can please yourself with any of these girls, providing you hurt none of them. If you wish for a man, I can arrange it too," she told them. The female Twi'lek then turned and called one of the slave girls. "There is a new girl. Master Jadda wants her taken to his chambers. Take care of it."

"Yes, mistress," the female slave nodded promptly. She bowed at Nieme and Dani and excused herself out of the room.

"Well," Nieme mused, studying the beauties before them, "Jadda has certainly become generous... I wonder what has motivated this turn-around."

Dani grinned. "Perhaps he's realized having us on his side is much better for business than the Jedi."

"Please, pleasure yourself," Jadda's majordomo told them both. "You will excuse me, but I am needed. If you need anything, have me called by one of the girls. Don't hesitate to call, should you need anything. Now, with your permission..." she bowed.

As Nieme and Dani were left alone, with a selection of Jadda's pleasure slaves, they looked to one another skeptically. "Do you get the feeling our dear business partner is trying to get us out of the way for some reason?"

"Either that," Dani said as she glanced at the slaves who were watching them with fearful gazes, "or he's a very poor host. I'm uncertain about being pushed off into this other room while he remains out there with his retinue. It's fairly rude if you ask me."

Nieme sighed airily as she sauntered towards their assortment of naked females. "Well...you can hardly expect a Hutt to be very gracious. Though" --her wolfish eyes raked over the nearest girl-- "he did leave us these...." One hand smoothed across the young woman's bare chest, and a noticeable shudder ran through her. "Very nice..."

"I guess it would be ungracious for us to not indulge ourselves in our host's most beautiful and sensual hospitality," Dani purred as she found herself drawn to another of the slaves. "Oh, my love, I think we should have some just like these. Let's go find some tonight. The girls out in New Plouton are so wonderful."

"And likely more loyal than Talara." Jadda's slave girl gasped as Nieme's caresses grew rough at the anger inspired by Talara's betrayal. "Never again, Dani," she swore viciously. "Never will we be deceived again."

"No," Dani said with a dark light in her eyes. "Those who try will learn what sort of power we truly wield, harshly and viciously." She reached up and began unfastening her top in preparation to sample the delights Jadda's stable of slaves had to offer. And Nieme did the some, but her intentions were to expel some long pent-up anger. If Jadda's girls ended up with a bruise or two in the process, Nieme doubted she would develop any compunctions over it. Now was a time for cleansing over the rage inspired by Talara's wrongdoing, and Jadda's girls were the sacrificial lambs. Nieme brutalized them thusly throughout the hour allotted them, and hoped all the while that Jadda wouldn't hesitate to do the same with Talara.

"Forest Gazing"
By: Vaya Bek
Laedra Vorrel

Location: Outside the Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

The atmosphere within the temple remained subdued following the attack; the losses, the betrayal...it was all still being felt and projected by the children most strongly, those that had yet to master the ability to contain their emotions. There was one Padawan, however, who was proving capable in that respect, and despite Laedra Vorrel's pride in the level of her Padawan's talent, relief that she had survived the attack overshadowed such feelings.

It had taken some time to find the young woman, as she had not seen her for an entire day, though her well-being had not been far from Laedra's mind during that time. Now, as she came silently up behind the girl, legs dangling from the cliff and face turned up towards the sun, Laedra Vorrel realized her young Padawan was probably faring better than most after the tragedy.

She smiled faintly and stared across the expanse of tree-tops and cerulean sky spread out below them. It was the most peace Laedra had found in days. Her Padawan had the right idea. "Quite beautiful," she remarked softly.

Vaya had been relaxing, having found a prime spot to lose herself in thoughts of nothing in particular. Having already had some sleep, though it was more of a passing out nature from the events that had transpired about the Temple, and she had devoted some time to her meditations; Vaya decided on some personal time as well. She wanted to become a Jedi more than anything, but she knew she was also only human. So after her meditation exercises she wanted to just go hang out somewhere with serenity and semi-reclusiveness.

Vaya hadn't realised that her mentor was upon her. She momentarily chided herself for not being aware, but quickly passed that thought aside, after all, she had come there to that spot for the purpose of not being a Padawan for a few moments.

Laedra's voice was a welcoming comfort. Vaya had not seen or heard from her Master since the Jedi had returned. She knew that her Master was alright, at least not having been wounded as Master Darr had been anyway. And Vaya knew that she was a Master in the ways of the Force, and didn't need Vaya to look after her. But that didn't mean she couldn't or wouldn't want to express her feelings that she was happy to have her mentor back. After all, Vaya had never really had a female figure to look up to, and she had taken quite the liking to this Jedi woman.

"Yes, Master, it is," Vaya replied without opening her eyes. Opening her eyes and smiling warmly, she sat up and looked up to her mentor. "It is good to see you back, Master," Vaya said with unrestrained glee. "After what happened here...I could not imagine what was going on with the Jedi. I had heard you had returned, but also that Master Darr had been wounded. He will be alright won't he?"

Laedra nodded as she approached. "He is fine. It was no more than a flesh wound." And took a seat next to Vaya upon the cliff's edge. "It's a good thing," she continued, exhaling deeply, "that Dani's aim is no better than a first year Padawan's." She looked sidelong at Vaya. "In fact, you likely could have done better."

Dani, the name rang in Vaya's mind with a blurred image from the vision she had gained earlier when she had visited Koran. Vaya remembered seeing a pair of violet eyes, but it soon escaped her.

There was so much she didn't know or understand about this world and its people, or of these Jedi.

Vaya raised her eyebrow. "That is comforting to know. Your mission, with the other Jedi had something to do with this Dani then?" she added more as a rhetorical question. "Is that why those troopers attacked us, Master?"

"We were betrayed by an ally," Laedra explained. Vaya was old enough and smart enough to comprehend such matters. It would only weaken the trust they had developed to evade the issue with her. "Someone intentionally lured us from the Palace so that they could kill the Jedi Masters in one fell swoop, and dispatch the Padawans here at the Temple without interference." She sighed. "They almost succeeded. Though...I am glad you fared well through it all, Padawan." Watching Vaya sidelong again, Laedra added, "I only wish I were here to watch you in action. I have been waiting some time to view a true demonstration of your skills."

"Well they failed...but at an unfortunate price," she added at the thought of the young Padawan girl she held in her arms. "And thank you, though there were no great feats on my part. Unless you were to be awed by my swinging through the trees on a dark night - lit by more blaster bolts than I cared to have shooting at me!" she huffed a slight laugh of amusement at the not so amusing night. "I probably looked like a crazed Kowakian Monkey Lizard, but I survived. I am probably a child to your eyes, Master, and in the ways of the Force surely, but I am an adult...a young adult. Perhaps that was my advantage that night."

"And that was precisely the cause of Talara's downfall," Laedra reminded her gently. "She was so intent on growing up...it made her far too receptive to Nieme and Dani's desires." Even then it took much of Laedra's focus to quell the feelings of guilt surfacing in her. "She was my own padawan at one time...did you know that?" Laedra sighed and leaned back on her hands to stare into the distance. "My goal was to bring her fully away from the darkness...but Nieme and Dani's pull was too great. They offered her what she coveted most - to be treated as an equal in rank without foolish old Jedi Masters trying to deny her those mortal trappings we seem to think we have surpassed: love, physical fulfillment..." She smiled wryly. "I could not give her those things, only my faith in her. That...was not enough."

"I believe she had mentioned that she had studied under you," Vaya answered. "I know Talara has been missing, heard some talk, but I had no idea what had happened with her. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be presumptuous, after what has transpired here, I know now, more than ever, how much I have to learn. It was quite...disturbing out here," she said with a wave of her hand about her.

Laedra watched Vaya from the corner of her eye and asked, without pressuring, "Do you wish to discuss it, Padawan? You've seen death today...I am not certain if it is the first time. But, I fear it may not be the last."

Vaya sat in silence for a few moments, dwelling on her feelings and thoughts before speaking up. "I can understand casualties from battle, Master," she said. "But I do not understand how anyone would wish harm upon children," she added with a lower tone to her voice, clearly troubled by such a fact. "How are we supposed to keep our emotions in check when faced with such a foe? I feel grief for those lives taken, and it angers me that anyone could be so cruel, especially if they themselves were once Padawans."

"Is anger what you wish to feel, Vaya?" Laedra asked neutrally. "Do you really wish to dwell on such emotions...to act upon them?"

"No," Vaya said with conviction. "I do not wish to dwell or to act upon such an emotion, but I do feel angered by what has happened here. I...I'm not sure how to move past that, I can't just turn those feelings off, not when I was in the presence of such actions. Jedi are to control those feelings, yes? Not let them dictate their actions? But how, Master?"

"Meditation," Laedra shrugged. "Although...admittedly, I was not the best Padawan myself or the best Jedi for a time. I had trouble controlling my emotions and tempering them with my faith in the Force. It took much time, Vaya, and much introspection to source the root of my inability to master those emotions, which meant a long sabbatical, alone and away from all that was troubling me." She sighed and admitted, "Some say to face your fears, your anger...but I attempted that, Vaya, and it only served to drive me down a dark and dangerous path. Only through a change in direction did I gain insight." Watching her Padawan pensively, Laedra asked, "Would you like to go away for a time, then, Vaya? Away from the Temple? Perhaps, together, we can come to terms with what has happened here."

Vaya took in all that her Master had explained to her. For all that she considered herself a grown-up, she knew she had so much to learn and much to grow-up to, especially if she wanted to be a Jedi. The Force was with her, and to some degrees she knew how to use it and to let it use her. But she was human, and thus a conduit to the emotions and feelings that normal people took for granted; but for one who was attuned to the Force, it could have awesome consequences. Vaya did not want to succumb to those emotions that may lead her down such a dark and lonely path as her mentor had been.

"I would welcome it, Master," Vaya replied. "But I don't wish to go to run away from problems. Are you not needed here, Master? Is there not a threat to the Jedi and the people of this world?"

"There is," Laedra granted, "however your training is just as important, Vaya." She laughed softly. "I am but one Jedi Master among seven. My presence will not be missed greatly. And I believe, Vaya, that the threat of Nieme and Dani is a dormant one, as long as the Jedi tread carefully. Yes, they will continue to hold the palace for as long as they remain unopposed...but I do believe the attack on the Temple was simply a warning for the Jedi to steer clear of them." Sage, green eyes fixed on Vaya. "Creatures such as they are only truly dangerous when cornered."

"I see," Vaya answered. "Well then, I would be interested in a journey, Master," she said with a smile to her mentor.

"Then we shall depart as soon as is convenient. Until then..." Laedra exhaled serenely and rose from the ledge. "I believe I'll go for a run through the forest...to clear my mind." With a quirked eyebrow, Laedra asked, "Care to join me?"

"Haa! I'll race you!" she exclaimed as she spun around and jumped to her feet.

Laedra tossed her Padawan a nearly challenging smile. "I would be honoured, Vaya. Now..." She turned her back to the cliff's edge and bent low into a starting position, waiting until her Padawan followed suit. With a clipped nod, they sprang forward to begin their dash towards forgetting grief for a time.

"Dark Things Brewing"
By: Cadwin Tarrel
A Friendly Stranger

Location: Stam's Pub - Yesdol, New Plouton
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

"Another."

From behind the bar, Stam glanced up at his new best customer and chuckled. He poured a splash of the brandy into the glass and was about to pull the bottle away when a hand clamped onto his wrist.

"Leave it."

Stam laughed again and set the bottle onto the bar beside the glass. "Your call, Cadwin," he said. "Though, if you weren't my best customer, I'd say you've had enough."

"There's still only two of you," Cadwin answered with a wry grin. "So, I'm not drunk enough yet."

"As you say," the bartender replied. "But, after that, no more."

"Fine," Cadwin said. "After this one, I should probably go back home to my wife and her new brat."

"Still bitter?"

Cadwin shook his head. "Not bitter. Just...just my wife had a kid with another man. Doesn't make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know. I guess it's not really the sort of relationship you feel all warm and fuzzy in though. Three husbands, a lesbian lover who's married to her son. Oh, life is like a big bowl of blue milk. I love her like you wouldn't believe, but...but sharing her is hard." He took a swallow of his brandy and thumped a hand against the bar. He'd spent little time at home or at the hospital since Kaysa had her new baby. He couldn't bear to watch Merrick or Zale doting on her. There was too much joy and happiness there now, and he felt neither.

"Well, I'll let you wallow in peace. I've got other customers who need a little of my time now. Just don't get sloppy and mess up my floor."

Cadwin laughed a bitter laugh. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, then tossed back another swallow of his brandy. If nothing else, the drink would help him forget for awhile, to ease the pain of the loss that was imminent. He was losing her, and there was no doubt about that. How could he get her back? How could she be his again, only his? How could they go back to what they were?

"Plan on finishing that alone?" The figure attached to the gruff voice stepped into bleary view, tall and looming, and smiling a toothy grin. He waved a hand towards the empty chair at Cadwin's side, giving him a glimpse of the stumps that were once his fingers. "May I?"

Cadwin indicated the bottle. "Be my guest," he said. "As much as I need it, I doubt I'll finish the whole bottle. I'm Cadwin."

His smile curled shrewdly as he scrapingly pulled out the stool and sat. Keen blue eyes levelled with his. "I'm thirsty," he quipped and held out his good hand for the bottle. "Though, I don't think it's just thirst that's pushing you to drink Stam here out of a night's worth of Cirulean Brandy."

"No," Cadwin said, his smile free of any humour. "My wife just had a child by one of her other husbands. You see, we have a unique arrangement only made possible here. Though, given what this place was before, I'm surprised I don't see more men with multiple wives. Not me though, my wife has three husbands. Lucky me, eh?"

Accepting the bottle, the red-haired stranger shook his head and let out a low whistle. "If that were my woman...." Chuckling to himself, he poured himself a slosh of brandy in one of Cadwin's empty tumblers. "Well," he continued amiably, "it's not my place to judge...."

"Well, I could tell you a few things I'd like to do," Cadwin said with a low laugh. "The two others would go. Though, I guess I could be convinced to keep her lesbian lover along since I've seen her giving me the eye from time to time. And, this being Tae'Karada and all, I could take her as my wife too. But, I can only imagine the trouble it'd cause...and how unhappy I'd make my wife."

"Ah." He tossed back a swig. Sighing as it burned its way down his throat, the stranger studied the remaining liquid curiously. "Well...if you're willing to live in misery for your woman's happiness...at least there's this stuff to numb the pain." His mouth canted into a wry smile. "Though, knowing myself, I couldn't settle for that...especially when she's giving children to other men."

"I guess I should count myself lucky," Cadwin said. "Though, the baby she gave me should be eleven years old, but some bastard did something to him, and now he's all grown up. What I wouldn't give to have another baby with her." He let out a bitter chuckle. "If my dream comes true, I could have one with Maeren too. Wouldn't that be a sweet turn of events?"

The man spread his hands, carrying his drink with the gesture. "Dreams become reality only if you give them life, Cadwin." He watched him for a moment, gauging Cadwin's reaction to the use of his name. When it was apparent he took no offense, the stranger continued. "You can sit idly by and watch...or you can do something about it." Taking in another large gulp of brandy, he smacked his lips at the residual sweetness. "Of course," he continued, "it's up to you. But, in my opinion, you don't look very content with the arrangement."

"Trick is, what can I actually do without pushing her away from me? What can I do to drive the others out that won't end up with her hating me. I don't want my every moment with her to be fighting for peace, and she actually does like the others." He regarded the stranger, took a large swallow of his drink and asked, "So, if you were in my place, what would you do?"

The stranger shrugged lightly, yet was grinning shrewdly when he answered, "Why drive the others away when you can pull her in? In the end, you'll still have her to yourself, won't you?"

Cadwin thought about it for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah," he whispered. "Why push them away, when I should be focusing on getting her closer to me. And, if I play my cards right, they may be the ones in here drowning their sorrows while I'm out enjoying Kaysa's company. Thanks, friend. It's always nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff, even after a bottle of brandy."

Tipping his head at Cadwin, the man rose casually. Once the last of his drink was downed, he set down his empty glass and extended his ruined hand to Cadwin. "Draydge," he said, his cold, blue eyes untouched by the smile he wore. "Vrax Draydge, though if you want to benefit from more of my unsolicited advice, you'd better keep that to yourself."

"Thanks," Cadwin said, shaking hands with the stranger, and then watching as he made his way out of the bar. He finished off his own drink and looked back to where the red-haired man had disappeared. "Thanks muchly...friend." Then, with a smile, he exited the bar as well, headed for home.

"First of Many Steps"
By: Cole Slaton
Zari Zathmir

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

The room spun around him as he flew through the air, twisting around before smashing through the glass door. He knew where he was, he could hear their incisive laughter as he rolled over the broken shards of glass. Dani and Nieme were going to pay! He felt the glass cutting into his skin as he rolled himself over.

He blinked with surprise. He wasn't in their house but back in the temple. The wooden fragments of a door were spread out all around him on the stone tiles. He was resting up against the wall, looking back to the doorway he'd just smashed through.

A shadow came into view and Cole could do nothing but watch as a clone came into view. The armour seemed to gleam as it reflected the light. The clone held a rifle in his right hand aimed down at his side.

"What are you waiting for!?" a voice roared. Cole turned, seeing Koran standing at the far end of the corridor. His hands were crossed in front of his chest, his hands in the opposite sleeves of his robe. He was just standing there! Doing nothing! Cole caught sight of something in the corner of his eye and looked down. Beside him lay two lightsabers!

Where had they come from? He didn't have the time to answer, seeing the clone soldier lifting his rifle to shoot. He didn't know why the clone was moving so slowly, or indeed why he was, but in one fluid motion he stood up, moving towards the clone while his hands slid over the tiled stones, grabbing both lightsabers.

When his fingers activated the weapons he heard the familiar snap-hiss as the energy was released. He swung the lightsabers up. The left passed effortlessly through the air and the barrel of the rifle, the rifle glowed bright orange from the heat left behind by the lightsaber. The second, held in his right hand, Cole swung upwards, entering the clone at the waist, cutting upwards until it escaped through his shoulder.

The clone staggered for a moment. He still held the rifle, keeping it trained on Cole even though half of it was missing. Suddenly the top half of him fell back, hitting the ground while his legs collapsed, unable to take the weight.

Panting, Cole stared down at the dead clone. He swallowed though he had nothing in his mouth, unable to avert his eyes. Two more clones appeared and not wasting any time opened fire, sending red laser bolts hurtling towards Cole. He managed to deflect the first two while the third went wide without the young Padawan's help, but those that followed struck home. Pain shot out through his chest as each laser bolt hit. They pushed him back towards the wall. The impact threw his head back, allowing him to see the bolt hurtling towards his face.

***

"NOO!" he screamed, reaching forward with his right hand. He would have leaned forward had it not been for hands pressing him down.

It took both hands for Zari to keep Cole from bolting out of the bed. "It's okay," she whispered. "Cole, everything is alright. You're safe. It's okay now."

It took a few seconds for his mind to register where he was. He allowed his body to relax under Zari's, who slowly pulled them away once she saw Cole had calmed. His eyes seemed to move in all directions taking in his surroundings. He was in the medical bay, droids were moving from patient to patient, tending to wounds. "They've gone...?" he asked, looking back to Zari. He didn't need an answer, the look in her eyes told him enough.

He sighed, smiling, reaching a hand up, stroking Zari's cheek. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?" Cole started to lean forward as he asked the questions, but his girl was there as always, pushing him back down to the bed for his own good.

"I'm fine," she said, deciding that not elaborating on her time with Nieme and Dani would be best. "I'm worried about you though. You really got beat up out there." She shifted close to him and gave him a tender kiss on the cheek. "Are you feeling better?"

A grin appeared when she leaned back away from him. "It's nothing I can't handle... but I think I need more..." It was plain what he was referring to and it was something Cole knew Zari didn't need much persuading.

With a wide grin, she shifted her kisses closer to his lips until they were caught in a fairly steamy kiss. "I'm glad you're alright," she whispered. "And I'm glad we're back here together."

"So am I, Zee..." he whispered, kissing her. So am I... When Zari finally leaned back, Cole glanced around the medical bay. "How did we fare? Did many survive?"

She nodded. "Most...but...but one little boy, he died." Tears welled in her eyes. She hadn't had the chance to get to know Forlan well, but the thought of him sent an ache through her very being. "I think...I think he was the only one."

He reached out a hand, taking hers, squeezing as he lay in bed. He nodded at what she said. He didn't even know who Forlan was; which kid was he? Was he one of those who had constantly gotten under foot, or was he one of the quieter ones? He just didn't know. Cole brought Zari closer until he could wrap his arms around her, hugging her close. "There's nothing you could have done..." he whispered into her ear.

"I could have been watching him," she whispered. "Someone should have been with him, making sure he got to the caves. I was supposed to be doing that. Raeila...she's taking it...he was a friend of hers, and...it's so hard... He was so young, Cole. And...he...he didn't ask for that...didn't deserve to...to die."

"Those who are innocent never deserve to die..." He rocked back and forth stroking Zari's hair as he stared up at the ceiling, imagining Dani and Nieme standing before him. How he wished they were dead, how he wished he could be the one to kill them. "Rae is strong, just like you, but I promise they will pay... they will pay..."

He was so tempted to return to the dreams, the anger that had flooded him. The rage that escaped as he killed the clone was still there. He could see the man standing in front of him, watching as the lightsabers sliced through him, ending his life. What is happening to me? He closed his eyes, hugging Zari that much tighter.

Zari pulled away from Cole and stepped back as she felt the anger rolling off of him in waves. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice guarded.

He blinked at her. What is wrong with her? She fears me... why? He continued staring at her for a moment before nodding. "As well as can be expected..." He winced as he pushed himself up, sliding up the bed to rest up against the back of the bed.

"I can feel your anger, Cole," Zari said. "You're...you're very angry...and...it was a terrible thing that happened, but you have to keep your emotions in control. If you don't...that leads to the dark side."

"The dark side..." Cole whispered. He spoke the words but his mind was elsewhere, the dreams were so vivid, he was so free. No restraints. He forced himself to calm, closing his eyes. He lowered his head, feeling the anger, the hate, the rage leaving him. He smiled, looking up at Zari who still stood several paces from him. "Seems I still have a lot to learn..."

Zari returned to his embrace, hugging him tightly. "I don't want you to become like them," she whispered.

"Never..." Cole replied, kissing her neck just below her ear as they hugged. "Never..." he repeated almost to himself.

"Good," Zari whispered and kissed him back.

"Affections Expressed"
By: Yara Zaneth
Kallia Brael

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Her face had been fixed in an inquisitive expression for a long while, staring up at her mother's tranquil features as the two reposed on Kallia's bed. Her mother was relaxed, while she remained stiff and uncertain, her head pillowed upon Kallia's bosom. The perplexity she'd been experiencing, however, stemmed from the caresses being bestowed upon her.

Was having one's hair stroked tenderly supposed to elicit such curious emotions? Yara blinked slowly, wondering at this strange gesture. Va'lesh performed it, as well, when they lay together, but she had never inquired about its significance. The presumption was that one did so upon a lover to express affection. Kallia Brael was not her lover, however, which puzzled Yara. She shifted against her mother's side to study her more closely in silence.

Kallia's eyes opened and she looked at her daughter. "I can't help but notice that you're having a difficult time staying still." She gave Yara a loving smile. "Is everything alright?"

She stilled her fidgeting. "Yes." Pausing, her brow furrowed in confoundment. "You are my mother, correct, Kallia Brael?"

"Yes," Kallia said with a smile. "At least, I like to think I am. Though, I'm not certain exactly how that works when you're a clone of my baby. But, yes, I'm your mother."

"And I am your daughter," Yara continued pensively. "Which means we are to be fond of one another, correct?"

"Of course," Kallia said with a smile. "I know I've only known you for a short time, but I care for you very much. You're my little girl all grown up...and I love you."

Yara's head perked up. "As Va'Lesh loves me, or as I love Yara and Leshie?"

"I'm not sure if I understand," Kallia said. "Why don't you just tell me what you're thinking about, Yara, and we can go from there."

Sighing, Yara sat up, removing her cheek from Kallia's breast and extinguishing the indescribable warmth that had been pervading her. She felt oddly bereft, now, but Yara still strove to place her thoughts into words. "During the battle, I experienced fear and concern for your well-being, Mother. I did not want you harmed, or Va'Lesh, or the children. Is that what love is?"

Kallia nodded. "I believe it is," she said. "We share a bond, because...well, you're a part of me. Do you know if you feel anything for Dargus? He's your biological father."

"He was my creator," Yara corrected. "I remember him from the cruiser, as he watched my brothers and sisters and I train. His eyes were very cold and his gaze was unpleasant, Mother." She shrugged and thoughtfully twined the ends of her hair around one finger as Kallia had once been. "I do not think I feel much for him. Once I harboured loyalty for Master Kandran. Now, he is just a man."

Kallia nodded. "I understand," she said. "He wasn't very kind to you, and...I guess the bond with him wouldn't have been very strong." She caressed her daughter's cheek. "But, you've got me, and I want to be a good mother for you, Yara."

"Then you may," she replied and again reclined onto her side by Kallia. Displaying her usual lack of familiarity with such intimate situations, Yara ingenuously took Kallia's hand and laid it upon her own head. She nestled her cheek to her mother's chest and relaxed. "You may continue stroking, Mother," Yara whispered.

Kal smiled and resumed stroking Yara's hair. There were several moments of silence while they lay together, then she finally broke the silence. "So, how is your training progressing with Master Zaneth?"

"Va'Lesh and I are excelling," she reported absently, watching her fingers picking at the hem of Kallia's shirt. She sighed inaudibly and wondered about the child growing in her belly. "Will it look like me, Mother?"

"Perhaps," Kallia said. "Though, I am uncertain who the father is...so, there might be some differences in how the two of you look. But, you'll have a little brother or sister soon."

She smiled. "I am truly glad, Mother. I can help you with him or her, as I do with Yara and Leshie. Would that be acceptable?"

"That would be very acceptable," Kallia said with a smile and brushed her fingers through her daughter's hair.

The slow, repetitive motions of Kallia's fingers lulled Yara to near sleep in the long time they remained quiet. Her breathing grew deep and slow, and her eyelids fluttered closed. Yara murmured drowsily while clutching at her mother's shirt weakly. No one had ever had such a calming effect on her, different from that Va'Lesh caused when they were in each other's arms. Now, Yara felt small and coddled.

For the first time in her short life, she gained a small taste of what it would have been like had she been raised from birth by Kallia. In a way, she achieved what Dargus had cheated her of by cloning her in a lab, and she loved Kallia all the more for giving it to her. Burrowing her face with a whimper into Kallia's bosom, Yara murmured, "I love you, Mother..."

"And, I love you, my daughter," Kallia whispered. "With all of my heart."

And that was how Yara fell asleep, understanding for the first time what it meant to belong to a family and that she was more than a preprogrammed tool developed in Dargus' lab. She had purpose now, and a mother who barely knew her, yet loved her still; remaining worthy to receive that love was her purpose now, though her more immediate goal was to remain in Kallia's arms as the recipient of her ardent caresses.

"Lessons From A Legend"
By Quinlan Vos
Vaya Bek
And Aurra Sgall

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 9th, 4ABY

***

Vaya had erected a small yet efficient obstacle course within one of the training rooms at the Temple. Comprised of tables, chairs, some gymnastic equipment and a few empty crates, she smiled inwardly at the simplicity but effectiveness of its design.

It was early morning, Vaya often arose very early to have more time for her studies. She enjoyed interacting with others, and was beginning to like her new mentor rather well, but she still enjoyed some solace in her training. After all, Vaya thought herself her most adamant critic.

Vaya began her morning with some calisthenics to warm up and loosen her muscles and joints and to prepare for the physical challenges of the day. She mentally prepared with a brief meditative exercise to clear her mind of anything other than the tasks at hand.

Vaya had unpacked several training drones to assist her in her exercise. Each was armed with a similar training saber. She programmed them for the exercise she had planned, and turned them on to begin her morning workout.

For about thirty minutes Vaya traversed her mini-obstacle course with training saber in hand. Maintaining a steady pace to keep her heart beat at the right level and give her mind and body the level of punishment she desired, she combated the drones while she practised the art of using her surroundings to her advantage. It was simple exercise, but it was very effective in simulating tight battle conditions, cluttered with objects or peoples. Vaya knew one of her fall backs was her focus when there were was a lot going on around her. All to often she tried to focus on what was in front of her, rather than being mindful of everything about her. She hoped these kind of exercises would help attune her more to a multitude of goings-on, to improve her skills and her use of the Force in such conditions.

Aurra entered the room and saw Vaya. She found it curious that Vaya had set up an obstacle course and added up drones to it. From what she could see it was a physical training ground, mostly...just what she herself enjoyed to work out. Having already done her morning training exercises, Aurra couldn't help to smile and jumped right next to Vaya. Igniting her lightsaber she blocked a shot that otherwise would have hit Vaya in the back.

"Good morning! Mind if I jump in?" Aurra smiled.

Vaya huffed a laugh, "You can always have my back!"

The girls worked together briefly to fend off the remaining drones. As the last was dealt with, Vaya grinned and turned the attack upon her new friend with a diabolically friendly giggle.

Her glowing blade clashed with the Twi'lek's blade as they engaged in a dance like series of attack and parry.

Aurra jumped back with a somersault and landed perfectly on top of a larger crate. She threw her lightsaber towards Vaya in a swirling motion and jumped back down to the ground, doing a backflip and jumping over Vaya. While she was in mid air, Aurra used the Force to have her lightsaber return to her hand and the blades clashed once more as she landed.

"You're not bad...." Aurra smiled. She then motioned to the side, slid her lightsaber over, forcing Vaya to sidestep and twisted the blade. As the opening came, Aurra Force pushed Vaya, but not too hard. She then smirked and walked over to help the other girl stand. "That was refreshing!"

Vaya hadn't seen the Force Push coming, she was surprised, but it was all in fun after the little exercise she had made up for herself. She took the Twi'lek's hand and arose, laughed it off and nodded in agreement to her friend.

At that point, Quinlan entered the room. "I see that you two are keen on training today..." he told them as he approached the two girls. "Perhaps we could spar together... It has been quite a long time since my last practice session with someone else."

Vaya gave Aurra a look, and then bowed to the Jedi Master.

"It would be an honor Master Vos," she said.

Quinlan Vos bowed to the two girls and took his lightsaber in hand, igniting its blade with a snap hiss. "Whenever you are ready, girls..." he nodded.

Aurra took position and smiled. This was a true chance to test herself and her skills, even though she knew that Quinlan Vos was a true lightsaber master when it came to technique. Master Kal'Aran had even told her that he was one of the very best, up with old Jedi renown names such as Yoda and Mace Windu. But it was sparring with the best that one pushed the limits to the next level. Aurra began circling Quinlan Vos. A double battle front seemed like the best way to flank the Jedi Master.

Vaya followed Aurra's lead, taking a cue from the more experienced Padawan. Vaya had earlier sought out the Jedi Master for his wisdom in the skill of psychometry, and his techniques and experiences had been an invaluable beginning to her understanding and control of her ability. She thought her self most fortunate to have another such experience in the art of wielding a lightsaber. One thing Vaya had always enjoyed was collecting tales of the Jedi from the Old Republic era. She knew Quinlan Vos was considered one of the most gifted of lightsaber duelists.

The Jedi master watched and attuned his senses as the two girls took their positions to outflank him. It was a good tactic, especially when on a two against one battle, so he had expected no less. He would have to take up a defensive stance and look out of make only one battle front to ease his side of things.

He felt Aurra before she started her move, and swirled his blade to push her out of the way. Not wanting to give Vaya enough time to attack him, he made sure he twisted and clashed his blade with Aurra's so that the Twi'lek girl was forced to move to the side and get more united with Vaya again. With both girls up front, Quinlan moved and directed his attacks and blocks to both girls, timing his movements with utter perfection.

At a certain point, Aurra tried to kick the Jedi Master. She was wanting to create a bigger area for attack, by making him go back. Alas, Quinlan Vos moved to the side, dodging Aurra and made her blade twist. With a flick of the hand, he took the lightsaber off her hands and Force pushed it into his own. From there, he made the Twi'lek girl jump backwards and into safety. Now he had two lightsabers and only one opponent with a lightsaber.

Vaya swung her lightsaber back and forth in a fluid right, left, right and left movement. It was a common technique when faced with blaster fire, she thought it might prove effective against her opponent who was armed with two blades. She tried to push the attack, not wanting to be put on the defensive. Using the Force, she pulled at one of the crates that had been stacked three high, to topple down upon the Jedi Master.

Quinlan leaped back, summoning the Force to go over the crate that had been hurled at him. He turned the blades of one of the lightsabers and threw it back at Aurra. This was training exercise and this way it would surely prove more fun. Quinlan gave the girls a nod and moved himself for an attack run. He went for Vaya first because she was closer, but hurled the crate that Vaya had tried to hit him with over to Aurra, so as to gain time from having her attack him.

Quinlan then dodged Vaya's lightsaber and twisted his own to clash hers. He then used the Force to have his lightsaber go once around Vaya's blade and back into his hand. With a circling motion, he was able to sidestep and pushed the girl aside to gain some space. He then held his own lightsaber high and turned it upside down, holding its blade inverted.

"I will now show you a most unique style... One only used by few Jedi," he told them with a nod.

Aurra had already readied herself for another round and nodded at Vaya. Perhaps it would be best if both attacked at once.

Vaya winked her acknowledgement. She saw Aurra going high, so Vaya went in low with her lightsaber, pivoting her attack so as to make it easier for her to swing about with a second slash at the Jedi Master.

Quinlan saw the combined attack and let go off the lightsaber. With sheer will, and working through the Force, his lightsaber swirled around him so fast that it seemed more like a blur than a weapon moving about. It deflected both the girls attacks as well as the following ones. He then burst out with the Force and leaped high up in the air, making his lightsaber return to his hand once he was safe enough.

Coming down, he fell on Aurra and took her lightsaber off his way. He didn't have to point out that he could have cut her arm clean off if he had wanted to, but instead he just grabbed her hand and deactivated it, meaning that she was as if dead. He then turned to Vaya and threw his lightsaber at her. He moved fast and circled her, summoning his lightsaber back into his hand via the other way around. When Vaya was turning to face him, his lightsaber was already in position and pointing at her throat.

Quinlan Vos smiled. "You two did much better than I was expecting. You broke a sweat off this old man..." he chuckled as he turned his lightsaber off.

Vaya turned to Aurra with a look of amazement, she had never seen such skill. She then took a step back, turned to the Master and bowed as her chest heaved with heavy breath from the work out.

"An honor, Master Vos, it would be to learn such skills," she said.

"Surely you can," Quinlan nodded. "It is a mere question of practice and time, though I must warn you that it takes quite a substantial amount of time and effort. But yes, it has proven useful countless times..." he admitted. "The lightsaber skills of a padawan are a concern of the padawan's master. Though I can assure you, Aurra, that Master Kal'Aran can show you some of these same lightsaber skills, I cannot speak surely about Master Vorrel. But, should they allow it, I can give you some training sessions on this issue. Once you are strong enough in the other techniques, you can engage in the inverted lightsaber technique."

"Of course Master Vos," Vaya replied. "I have only been here a short time, I am fortunate and honored to have Master Vorrel as my mentor. I have always been a self learner and hard worker, taking many lessons and exercises upon myself to increase my skills and knowledge. I thought it would be most beneficial and show much initiative to try and learn new things between my lessons with Master Vorrel."

Quinlan smirked and nodded to Vaya. "Yes. The thirst for knowledge has never hurt anyone. And practice does help to achieve higher skills."

"Then perhaps we can do this more often," Aurra suggested.

"Perhaps..." Quinlan answered.

"Reporting In"
By: Oyani Tala
Rilanna Kir
Hajne Toray
Shrezade Anoran

Location: Drogen Shipyards
Date: Vadris 9, 4 ABY

***

Oyani tried to look herself over as she and Rilanna approached the door to Shrezade's office. "How do I look?" she asked her companion, stopping and turning to face her.

"You look perfect," Rilanna said with a smile. "Trust me, you're beautiful."

"The day I get prettier than you is the day Tatooine freezes over," Oyani replied. "Well...let's see if we can get in and out on a simple 'mission accomplished,' shall we?"

"Sounds like a flawless plan to me," Ril said as she reached over and gave her friend and lover's hand a squeeze. "Come on, and then we can go see about a pod race."

With that, the two stepped through the door that opened as they approached to the wide, grinning face of Hajne, the gatekeeper who would admit or deny them entry into Shrezade Anoran's private office.

"Oh, Ms. Kir," the petite, blazing red-lipped brunette whined, "you were gone awfully long." Hajne waggled her finger at Kir while emitting a squeaking laugh. "You'd better not have been running wild around the galaxy like I knew you would someday!"

Rilanna chuckled softly as she approached. "Well, I wouldn't say it was all around the galaxy, just a part of it. I was on a delivery, that was all."

Hajne hiccupped a gasp and quickly slapped a well-manicured hand over her mouth. "Oh dear," came her muffled voice from beneath, "does Chammypooh know about this? You know how he just loves a good run."

"I told him about it," Ril said with an affectionate smile at Hajne's undying devotion to Cham. "There wasn't a lot of prep time, and I had to have someone keeping an eye on the station."

Hand flying away, Hajne's voice soared free again and shrilly. "Oh, and what a job he did! He was just great, Ril. You weren't wrong to trust him!"

Ril grinned, then laughed. "The only wrong choice would be not to trust him," she said. "So, how are the two of you doing? Sometimes, it's very hard to get him to stop talking about you, you know. Not that I don't mind, but when we're arresting someone isn't exactly the most appropriate time, you know?"

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," she exclaimed in sheer excitement. "You and Mrs. Anoran can have dinner with us tomorrow night." Hajne clapped her hands together with overflowing joy. "This is going to be great!"

"By the way, this is Oyani. She's a friend."

The Twi'lek, who had been standing with her hands folded behind her back, smiled and stepped forward. "Hello... Hajne, is it? A lovely name. I'm Captain Oyani Tala, of the Ryloth Storm," Oyani said. "And, yes, Rilanna and I have become very good friends." Her lekku twitched and wiggled as she spoke, as if they were trying to emphasize their owner's understatement.

"Hajne," Reza's voice snapped through the intercom, giving the young secretary a jolt that knocked her glasses of their perch. She pouted stubbornly at the comm and adjusted her spectacles onto the bridge of her nose once again with a single push of her index finger. "Mrs. Anoran," the young woman answered flatly. "How may I be of assistance?"

"For starters, you can cease babbling and let my visitors in," Reza answered. "And secondly, arrange that dinner for tomorrow evening...if, of course, that suits your schedule."

Brightening instantly, Hajne giggled and gave a quick nod, once again knocking her glasses out of kilter. "Right away, Mrs. Anoran!" She grinned at Ril and Oyani. "You may enter now."

"Thanks, Hajne," Ril said with another laugh. With that, she led Oyani on into the office. Once inside, she grinned at Reza. "The prodigal security officer returns."

"With her mission complete, I should hope," Anoran riposted, smiling accusingly.

"Of course," Rilanna said with a grin. "You remember Captain Oyani Tala?"

Oyani bowed her head, low, to Shrezade. "Mission complete, as requested, Madame," she said. "And let me say that the recipient of your cargo was very glad to receive it. He seems a good man, and they have a very solid installation there. If ever you, or Captain Kano, need a freighter, I'm always available."

Reza glanced between the two women, noted the secret smile they exchanged and chuckled lowly. "I imagine, Rilanna, you would enthusiastically offer to accompany her once again if that were to happen. Had fun, you two, did you?"

"It was a very enjoyable trip," Oyani replied. "And I don't mind admitting that I loved having Captain Kir along for company. As a matter of fact, I don't have any more charters right now, and I was wondering if you could spare Rilanna so I could take her to the Pod Races."

Reza cocked an eyebrow at her security chief. "Is that what Rilanna wants?"

"Even the best need a vacation, you know," Oyani said.

Smiling knowingly at Ril, Reza answered, "Then she has leave to do so."

"Are you sure you won't join us, Madame?" Oyani ventured. It was a half-honest question. She would have loved to spend the time at the pod races with Rilanna alone, but somehow she didn't feel it quite right to take the Captain of Reza's security force away with her without at least asking the boss to come along out of courtesy.

"Oh, I'm sure," Reza drawled, grinning shrewdly. "Quite sure."

The Twi'lek couldn't keep her lekku from twitching a bit, at the anticipation of a trip away with Ril - where they didn't have to worry about a time schedule. "You're welcome aboard the Ryloth Storm any time, ma'am," she said to Reza. "Now, if I may make so bold...my pay? I can't take Rilanna on vacation without a few credits to toss around, now can I?"

"I'm sure Hajne will have it ready for us on our way out," Rilanna said. "And, then we have to stop by and meet Cham." She turned to Reza and smiled. "He has been alright leading the department while I was gone?"

"Of course," Reza answered briefly. "Did you doubt he would?"

Rilanna smiled fondly. "Never a doubt," she said. "I want to show Oyani around the station a little, then I'll stop back by with my full report."

Reza nodded pensively. "As you will...." Regarding Oyani she affirmed, "Hajne will have your payment. I hope it will be enough to fund your day of unbridled excitement."

"The way the Hutts price things," Rilanna said, "I'm sure we'll need it all just to get in the door."

"Simple pleasures are often the best, Madame," Oyani replied. "It was a pleasure seeing you again. Now...Rilanna... shall we ?" she gestured towards the door, with her hand, while her lekku swirled behind her like a cat's tails. One of them, wandering onto Reza's desk, and curling like a snake. The lekku often said things that the mouth did not, but it was impossible for a Twi'lek to sign one thing and think another.

"Cham should be in the security office," Rilanna said. "We should be able to go down to see him after we stop by Hajne's desk. You should ask Hajne about Cham one of these days...you'll be in for a treat...I think."

Taking their leave of Shrezade, Oyani and Rilanna returned to the outer office. The Twi'lek leaned over Hajne's desk, brushing Rilanna's back with her left lekku as she did so. "I believe you have something for me?" she said, in a soft, seductive tone.

Hajne looked up from beneath her low-resting glasses and gulped audibly at the hungry gaze coming her way. "I...do?" she squeaked.

"My payment," Oyani replied. "For the cargo run I just did for your boss. I'm taking a bit of a leisure trip, and can't do it without any legal tender." The Twi'lek held out a crimson skinned hand, and smiled at the little clerk.

"Oh..." Hajne chuckled weakly. "So...you weren't baring your teeth because you were ready to...eat me. You're just exposing the same greed any mercenary would." She giggled maniacally, interposing a snort here and there, as she entered the passcode into her drawer's security lock. It beeped and slid open on command. Out of it, Reza's ebullient secretary removed two credchips and slapped one into Oyani's waiting hand. "There you go!" she announced, grinning broadly. "Payment for a job well done."

"Well, that's my fair share," Oyani said. "But... what about Captain Kir, here. She did an excellent job of keeping an eye on me and keeping me out of trouble."

Remembering the other still in her grip, Hajne hiccupped in surprise and swivelled towards Ril. "Your compensation, Captain." She winked and tossed Ril her chip. "Enjoy, Ladies," Hajne gushed.

Oyani began to walk away from the desk, and then she turned, and, giving Rilanna a look that said she had something devious in mind she smiled that 'ready to eat me' grin at the secretary again. "Would you like to join us?" the Twi'lek asked, her lekku twitching and waving behind her back.

Hajne glanced around uncertainly, searching for the true focus of Oyani's offer. When the Twi'lek's eyes remained firmly on her, Hajne giggled nervously. "Me? You really want me to be seen in public with you two?" She leapt from her seat, bleating with laughter. "I can't believe this! You don't know how long I've been dying to fraternize with the cool girls! When do we leave?"

"As soon as you get permission from your boss to take a little vacation," Oyani said. "And from Rilanna.... " She turned to her lover and travelling companion. "Do you mind, if we... show Hajne here what life is like out from behind a desk?"

Rilanna grinned. She glanced back at Reza's office and wondered if taking Hajne along with them would be a good thing for her or not. She had a feeling that perhaps a little vacation, even if it was only a day, from Hajne might do her good. "I think it's a great idea provided that Mrs. Anoran approves her to go."

"Oh, I'm sure she will!" Hajne gushed and bounced happily. "I can't wait to tell Chammie!"

"He can come too if he wants," Ril said. "Unless we just want it to be a Girls' Day Out."

Hajne giggled crazily and nearly threw herself over the desk to embrace Oyani and Ril. As it was, Hajne had knocked several padds and files onto the floor while she was laid out over the desk with feet clear of the ground and arms wrapped around both Oyani and Ril's waist. "This will be so great! Just us girls! I get to be a real girl!"

Oyani smiled. "You seem very much like a real girl, to me," she said, in a friendly fashion, but not as flirtatious as she usually spoke to Rilanna. "We were thinking of going to the pod races. Bring your Wookie friend along, sure. We can make it a double date." Her lekku were dancing and swaying behind her back. "As long as Ms. Anoran won't be too short-handed? We ought to get her a present - one of those assassin droids... she could program it to stand guard and we could all take long vacations." Oyani's right lekku curled up tightly and then released itself in a sudden motion as she made the last remark.

Rilanna couldn't help a laugh. "I'm sure she would love that," she said. "Though, I'd fear for the safety of the people who might come to visit her when she wants her solitude." She grinned at Hajne. "Make sure to dress for warm weather. The races are in the desert and I'm sure it'll be blazing."

Releasing her two newest friends, Hajne bobbed her head exuberantly while sitting back on her haunches atop the desk. "I'll dress appropriately, Ms. Kir." She gasped and clapped her hands together. "Ooh! Can I wear leather? I've always wanted to!"

"I think leather would be perfect," Rilanna said with a waggle of her eyebrows. "Check with Mrs. Anoran, then meet us in the bay in an hour. Okay? We'll be down visiting Cham if you want to stop by."

Hajne giggled boisterously and saluted to Rilanna. "You can count on it!"

Rilanna turned to Oyani. "Come on," she said. "I'll introduce you to Cham and we can grab a bite to eat. And, then I'll show you my bedroom." She paused, grinned, then amended, "Or I'll show you my bedroom first."

Despite Hajne's presence, or perhaps for her benefit, Oyani curled one lekku around Rilanna's shoulders and gently nudged her lover closer to her. Rubbing her forehead against Ril's she smiled: "Bedroom first... you look like you could use a soothing massage - it's a Twi'lek specialty." And she kissed Rilanna on the tip of her nose.

Hajne tittered into her hands and bashfully averted her gaze.

Rilanna slipped a hand into Oyani's, and began pulling her toward the door. "We'll see you later, Hajne," she said. "Don't forget the leather. You'll look great, and I'm sure Cham will love it."

With that, they slipped out into the corridor, leaving Hajne alone at her desk.

Waiting until they had gone, Hajne scrambled off the desk and bounced into her chair. She hastily jabbed her comm unit on and screeched, "Cham! Guess what?" An answering chuff filtered from the other end and Hajne giggled. "We're going to a podrace!"