Star Wars: Swords of the Force

[Armphid]

Ramza would have smiled, but there was no joke in her words or her eyes. "We can't have that, and I had a sudden need to be out of them anyway," he answered. Her need for this, to be with him physically was frightening in some ways. But he understood where it came from. She was leaving a great many things behind, and faced a lot of uncertainty. At such time, who wouldn't want, even need the comfort of sex with their love? In that joining to be assured and freed all at once.

He kissed her once more, then stepped back, getting enough room to actually disrobe. He moved with a quick, almost desperate pace, her need flowing into him through the Force. There was no need hiding that sensitivity now, no need not to touch each other with the Force, to feel each other's emotion and sensation, to feel from both sides each caress and kiss.

He had barely gotten his feet clear of his undergarments when Irina came to him. His lover threw herself against him and into his arms, her lips feverishly seeking his. Though the motion began with her, they moved together, falling back onto the blankets and the mattress, bouncing slightly as they hit. Lips dances and embraced, their hands wandered and explored, their breath and muffled cries mingling in the dim light of the safehouse bedroom.

 

[HookerBoots]

The feel of their skin touching was almost intoxicating, and Irina could feel their need swirling and combining around them. A small part of her hoped that the Master Jedi would take a long time in arriving here, because it was possible even people who weren't sensitive to the Force could feel this cloud of hunger and lust two buildings away. Her breath was coming in gasps, and she was certain that her skin was being lit on fire by Ramza's touch.

As the kiss broke, she licked her lips and moved her hips over his, feeling the hard shaft of his cock between them. Irina could feel her arousal escalating, if that were even possible, as her breasts rubbed against his chest and his hardness rubbed against her hot, wet center. "Ramza, gods, love. I want you so bad."

 

[Armphid]

"I know, I feel it. It hurts, we need it so much." Did he say that or think it? He couldn't tell. It didn't matter, he knew she heard either way. His mind and hers were as entangled as their limbs, as hungrily caressing and exploring as their lips, as desperate to join as each passion soaked cell in their bodies.

"Irina, my Irina," he breathed. "I can't stand it, love, I need to be in you, part of you." He could feel the ache of the emptiness she felt, as she did the dullly brutal pangs of carnal hunger that grew every moment he was not in her.

Ramza kissed her fiercely, then growled into her lips, shifting and firmly pinning her beneath him. He could feel her eager excitement, feeling and hearing her words at the same time. He thrust home, and it was almost as though his world ended. "Irina! My love!" He pushed deep, deep, driving and fully sheating himself in her. Joined. Together. Glorious. Perfection. Madness. All of that and more.

 

[HookerBoots]

The pleasure that surged within her was amazing as he told her he needed to be inside of her. Irina was amazed that she didn't climax just from hearing that declaration of a desire so powerful it was an imperitive stronger than any force she'd ever felt. And as he shifted their bodies, taking control of her body, and pressing himself so deep inside of her that her entire body seemed to sing.

Later, she wouldn't be sure if she'd blacked out from sheer pleasure and satisfied need, or if the growing and mixed Force cloud of passion clouded her reason as well. But at the moment, all Irina knew was the rightness, the perfect rhythm, the amazing, glorious heat and slick their bodies made. They were one, together in body and mind and passion, and it was so incredible that, even as they began to move more quickly together, her body started to twitch and spasm around Ramza's.

She buried her face in his shoulder, trying desperately to muffle what she was sure would be a full-throated scream of passion, and only succeeded in driving herself more wild with the taste and scent of his skin. What came from her throat was, instead, a moan and a cry mixed, a primal, almost beastial sound of pleasure and hunger.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza's moaning growl answered her moan, the passion muddled Jedi feeling her body shake, the walls of her perfect cunt spasming about him. Already? He was surprised, but only a little. Their mutual arousal was so powerful, tangled together in the Force, feeding off each other, growing more intense with every passing moment. He was afraid he'd lose himself in it, never to emerge again from this floating, world ending delight. Yet he wanted nothing less.

He drove on, his mouth finding her skin, his lips and tongue taking in ther taste of her. Her scent filled his nose, intoxicating and wild. His member slid in and out of her relentlessly, filling both their needs. He never wanted it to end, couldn't let it end. For all the pain they'd caused each other not even a half hour past, they both needed this. This love making...a term that applied only because there was not one more meaningful, would be the balm to their hurts.

He lifted his eyes to hers, staring into her very soul. Luminous and achingly beautiful, even tinged with darkness. He felt tightness gather in his loins, and his cock pulsed and flexed, sending his seed into her. Hot, sticky strands blasted into her body, but he did not stop. This was only the first on many, the erotic energy swirling about them keeping his manhood from softening even after orgasm.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina felt him climax inside of her, and felt fleeting sorrow that their pleasure would end so soon. But even as she thought it, she realized that no such thing would happen. Even after his orgasm, the shaft that was filling her remained stiff and hot, pumping in and out of her with an almost desperate hunger. This . . . this was incredible, more than she'd ever dreamed she'd find.

Not just the physical joining - although that was certainly more wonderful than anything she'd ever had before - but the mental connection, the soul-bond that they had. Her arms tangled around his body, her legs wrapping around his hips and trying to pull him closer, even as the Force brought them more tightly together than any two bodies could ever be.

As her limbs trembled and her body reacted to a drive older than the stars, responding to his motions with her own, a portion of her mind felt certain that she would never be able to be satisfied with anyone else. Their joining now was too complete, too perfectly done, for her to want another person, let alone be satisfied with anything less than her Ramza. Her lips went to his ear, nipping it lightly before she whispered softly, barely audibly, "I'll never leave you, love. I'll do anything it takes to be with you."

 

[Armphid]

Were he able to think, the implications of those words with her...flexible moral code would have been as horrifying as they were wondrous and delightful. As it was he just kissed her fiercely, his tongue diving into her mouth, tasting deeply of her. He raised his head to look down into her pleasure soaked face, "I'll always be with, Irina. Always. I love you so much, so very much."

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in deep of her scent. His hips still moved, driving relentlessly, never pausing in the scorching fury of their joining. The air was full of the sounds of their bodies coming together over and over, their ragged breathing, their moans, gasps, and oaths.

Suddenly, he lifted himself off of her, with his member buried in her, but no longer moving. He winked, then closed his eyes. Slowly, she began to rise up off the bed, and he with her. Up they went, floating in the air, bodies entwined and melded together, until they hung perhaps three feet above the tangled sheets. His eyes opened and he kissed her. "Can't let that energy go to waste," he whispered. He pulled his hips back, slowly sliding his member until only the head of his cock was in her. He held it a moment, then drove back into her, beginning to take her once more.

 

[HookerBoots]

Pressing her body against his, Irina grinned as he levitated them over the bed, kissing back. Her hips kept pace with his, squeezing his member on every stroke. It was too good, this feeling, and being elevated made it even more like something from a fairy tale. She buried her face in Ramza's neck, licking and sucking his skin.

Her breath came in harsh gasps, each heartbeat pulsing the pleasure through her entire body, as he plunged into her over and over, filling her body with his heat and hunger. "Gods, Ramza, I've never felt like this before, you're so amazing, love," she whispered, her voice rough with pleasure and lust on top of pleasure.

 

[Armphid]

"I know, I can feel it, all of it, all of you, all of me, everything," he gasped back. He groaned loudly as Irina feasted on his neck, his hips rolling with steady, heavy, furious thrusts to bury himself up to his balls in her slick, tight, glory. Their joined juices fell, glittering droplets spattering the bed, and the floor, and the bed table below.

Magnificent. Let it. Let the world be painted with it. A testament to their love, to their pleasure.

Then turned in the air, Ramza looking up at her, "Ride me, lover. I want to see you atop me, fill yourself with me," he panted.

 

[HookerBoots]

There was a pause, not a hesitation but a gathering of strength, and Irina began to move on Ramza's manhood. The feel of riding him, of letting gravity pull her down onto him, made it almost more intense, more deeply pleasurable, than before. She leaned forward, their slick chests pressing together.

Her moans grew, and she kissed him desperately, hungrily, muffling her cries and moans. Nothing had been this amazing in her entire life, and she could feel a huge, mind-blowing, window-shattering orgasm building rapidly. Her hips moved faster, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling them together more and more tightly. "Gods, Ramza, I . . . gods, love!"

 

[Armphid]

"Yes! Let it go, lover! Let if all go..." The swirling energies of the Force surged as Irina cried out. As her body shook, so did the room and the walls around them. There was the sound of things falling over in the other rooms of the safe house as the rumble of her orgasm ripped through not only her and him, but everything nearby.

The muscles of her glorious inner walls twitched and spasmed about his member, squeezing and teasing it as he bucked his hips upward, driving into her as much as he was able. "Oh, Irina...baby, I'm so close...so close..."

They were slowly sinking back toward the bed below, as his focus wavered, being chipped away toward obliteration as he hurtled closer to climax. He suddenly clutched her tighter to him, feeling that undeniable knot of tension appear and immediately release. "Ahhh! Irina! Take it in, love, my seed, my self, in you," he gasped out, his body pulsing in back arching spasms with each jolt of pleasure that accompanied a splattering jet of white, hot, sticky cum.

They fell still joined the remaining foot to the bed, crashing down limply. He lay there, hardly able to breathe, but smiling. A faintly trembling hand lifted to caress her face, and slide through her hair. His eyes met hers, speaking beyond the ability of words.

 

[HookerBoots]

Her body seemed to be made of raw nerve endings, all being dreched in pleasure and warmth, and even as Irina came, she was aware, faintly, of the sounds of things falling, of the house itself shaking on its foundations. Then Ramza began to explode inside of her, and the world for her narrowed to that feeling of sticky, hot fluid inside of her. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still shaking her body, and one turned into a mini-orgasm, motivated by the sensation of his gift in her body.

Lying on the bed, panting and sweaty, Irina realized she'd never felt more content. Looking back at him, their eyes speaking volumes, she almost blushed. There was a depth of feeling she had never known, and the touch of his hand on her made her entire body shiver. Without speaking a word, she leaned forward, feeling him shift inside of her as she moved, and kissed him deeply.

As the kiss broke, she smiled weakly at him. "Ramza, that . . . was maddeningly amazing."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza smiled, an oddly sheepish smile, "It really was, wasn't it? I didn't know...I never imagined that there was anything like that in the universe." He kissed her back, lingering and sweet. When it broke, he left his lips close to hers, almost touching. "It's all because of you, Irina."

He lowered his head, resting it on her shoulder, his face to her neck. "The way I feel with you is so deep, so powerful, it's like it's written on my very soul. It's scary, in a way, but...I like it. I need it."

He kissed her neck, "Just like I need you." He closed his eyes, breathing in their mingled smells, hearing her breathing. Would they be able to be like this again soon? Or would this be the last time? "I couldn't make it without you now. I can feel it in my bones, love."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her arms snaked around his body, and Irina pressed her cheek to his hair. "Neither could I, my love. I could never be without you. Not anymore." The room was filled with the smell they made together, and she could still feel the warmth deep within her from his orgasm. Everything seemed too perfect, too wonderful, to her, and Irina couldn't imagine a drive strong enough to make her want to move.

"You're a miracle, Ramza. Such a miracle." Her hands moved gently, stroking his back as they pressed close together, bodies fitting together as though they'd been carved from the same piece of wood. In some of the silly romance novels she'd never admit to reading, they talked about feeling as though you'd met your other half, a piece that had been missing. Irina had usually scoffed at that, thinking it nothing more than drivel to decieve gullible, love-hungry females. But this . . . this was that if she'd ever imagined it.

There were still clouds on the horizon, of course. What to do about her Master - as well as the fact that she still thought of him as Master - how to reconcile after discovering their mutual lies, and rebuilding their mutual trust, to start with. She sighed again and kissed his hair, closing her eyes to drift in the feeling of just being with him.

 

[Armphid]

They spent the next week in the safe house. Master Shahazdra checked on them several times a day both remotely and in person. The Emperor's Children had been contained, and the rest of the organization captured as well. Fatalities from their attack were numerous, but not as great as initially feared thanks to Filgaia's able medical community. However, she'd also learned something else. She suspected there was at least one more Sith on the planet. Likely in place to complete the task if Irina failed. They had to know that Irina had, and they had to at least suspect that she was still alive.

A plan had been forged to deal with the situation for now. Ramza and Irina would go into hiding at a remote research station on Dantooine. They would stay there until the matter of Sith was largely dealt with. During that time, Master Shahazdra and the Jedi would use the intelligence Irina was willing to give them to move on Sith and confront them.

The two lovers had not yet talked through the mutual lying that they had performed, or that they had tried to kill each other, or any of it. Both were guilty of avoiding the conversation whenever the other tried to start it.

Ramza thought about that as he sat in the pilot's seat of his ship, The Ascending Sun . It was an old Lambda class shuttle, refitting and customized extensively. He was very proud of his little ship, and very fond of it. Particularly after all he'd spent to make sure it was comfortable, fast, well armed, and well protected. He ran his hands over the console, and sighed. He needed to try again with Irina. Each time he started, she'd kiss him and they'd end up in another session of wonderfully fevered love making, or Master Shahazdra would call, or something would happen. They still hadn't talked about any of it.

It wasn't going to go away. You couldn't ignore the rancor in the room forever.

He rose from his seat, walking to the back of the craft where a few of the Guildmaster's men were loading their supplies. At the bottom of the gangplank stood the Guildmaster, Master Shahazdra, and the radiant Irina. Ramza leaned against the bay door, just watching the three women for now.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina noticed Ramza standing at the top of the plank and waved slightly. Then, with a sigh, she turned back to the other two women she was speaking with. "I still don't like it. I understand the reasoning behind it, but it just feels wrong. It feels dangerous."

Master Shahazdra raised an eyebrow. "If everything you've told us is true, this is the best plan."

The tone and the expression made Irina itch to slap the older woman, but she restrained herself. Even if Ramza weren't right there, slapping a Master Jedi was unwise. And she didn't need to get into a hair-pulling contest with the woman, audience or no. The tension between herself and the Master Jedi - Irina refused to call her anything else, saying "she's not my Master" - had remained fairly constant over the past week, fueled by what they both knew was reasonable suspicion and unreasonable jealousy. So instead, Irina ran a hand down the long skirt she wore and smiled as winningly as she could. "I assure you, everything is true to the best of my knowledge. But I'm still not comfortable heading through that system."

"It'll be fine, Irina," Guildmaster Phacia said. "Dozens of ships a day head through there, you'll be perfectly safe, if you're careful. And I think your pilot will be."

"None of those dozens are us," Irina muttered, then bowed. "However you wish it, my Ladies. I hope that in a very short time, things are resolved and my past washed clean."

The Guildmaster put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure it will be. And when this is all over, you're more than welcome here as my personal guest. And young Orlandau, as well." The older woman dropped a wink at Irina, who gave her a wicked grin in return.

"Yes, well. Things won't get resolved until the plan works, and it can't start until you reach the safe point." Master Shahazdra had caught the wink, and Irina's answering grin didn't sit well with her at all.

Irina quirked an eyebrow, then bowed formally, only a hint of mockery in her voice as she said, "As you say, Master Jedi." Then she hugged the Guildmaster, and hefted the bag she carried over one shoulder - the clothes she had worn this past week, all laundered and folded for travel - and headed up the gangplank to Ramza. She snaked one arm around him and kissed his cheek. "Ready when you are, my love."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza grinned, "I'm always ready for...oh, you mean to leave." He winked at her, giving her a one armed hug. Then he stepped away, bowing to his former teacher and the Guildmaster. "Master, please be careful. I'm sure they haven't given up on you."

Master Shahazdra nodded, her eyes for a moment more caring than wise. "You're the target now, young Jedi. But I will be careful." Her dear boy. She had to admit she was worried. He was capable, but their enemy was cunning and strong...and that woman couldn't be trusted. But she knew that he trusted her completely. Ah, love. She only hoped it would not make a fool of him. Or a corpse. "Remember, report in every 2 hours until you arrive, and then-"

"Every day, yes, Master." He smiled a bit, she was like a second mother, honestly. But it was sweet. "May the Force be with you."

"And with you." She paused a moment, "Both of you." She had a bad feeling, but this was the best plan. That didn't mean it wasn't dangerous, but out of the options they had, it was the least dangerous. Once they got into hyperspace, they should be safe until they came out over Dantooine.

Ramza bowed again, and then turned to walk into the ship, Irina beside him. The gangplank rose, clicking in place and sealing. As the two women walked away form the ship, Master Shahazdra sighed.

"Melancholy, Jakara?" Phacia smiled at her old friend and sometimes lover. "Once they get off planet, why don't we go back to my room and do something about that?"

"You're incorrigible," she retorted, but she smiled. "I feel rather like a mother on her child's wedding day." They stopped at the edge of the landing pad, watching as the ship rose into the air, the tri wings unfolding and locking into position. "No matter what happens, he'll never really be just mine again."

"I hope not." Phacia laughed at her friend's shocked expression. "What? He's a VERY pretty boy, Jakara. And with Irina? Mmm." She looked slyly at the Jedi Master, "You know...we could always work you in too."

Jakara said nothing, her cheeks burning red as the shuttle soared into the sky and soon was out of sight.

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Ramza sighed as the sky faded away to the black of space. There was always something exhilirating about hitting the black like this. "Course is computed, once we've hit a safe distance, we'll make the jump."

He leaned back in the pilot's seat, craning his neck to look up at Irina, his love standing behind his chair slightly. "Thoughts, love?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina ran her fingers through Ramza's hair with a sigh. "I'm still not crazy about this plan, beloved," she said, looking at the velvet blackness of space directly ahead of them. "Just a feeling I can't put a finger on." Her eyes went to his face, and she smiled. "But I'm glad to be with you, and even if something happens, I think we can handle it."

She knew that they should talk about things. There was a lot to talk about, and it was straining their relationship. And this would be ideal, since it was sort of unwise to distract your pilot before, during, or after a jump, in case something unexpected happened. And given her misgivings about their course, she should just take her medicine like a big girl and talk with him. But she hoped . . . . "What about you, Ramza? We've got quite a trip ahead of us, what would you like to do first?"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza looked back at her with a smile on his face she'd come to know well. "What do I want to do first? Well, I'd like to lay you down on the console, undoing your clothing with my teeth, then pull you onto my lap to kiss you and make out until we couldn't stand it anymore and you drove yourself down onto my cock." Then he paused, "But I'm flying right now and that could cause problems with that."

"So. Until we make the jump to light speed, we're vulnerable. If you could get on the sensors to watch for any trouble, that'd be good. Once we've made the jump, it's three days to our first zig zag." They weren't taking a direct route to Dantooine, but several hops that had do purpose other than to confuse their final destination. "Once we're safe in hyperspace...we need to talk, my love. You know it, and I know it. We've put it off for a while now, but...we need to face it."

 

[HookerBoots]

Sighing over-dramatically, Irina nodded and went over to the sensor feeds. As she sat down, tucking her legs under her, she grinned. "This isn't exactly the glorious private trip across the galaxy you mentioned on our first date, you know. And in case you were planning one, Dantooine is not on my list of dream destinations."

Flicking on the swtiches of the sensors, adjusting the knobs so that they were scanning for the right things - and wouldn't pick up pleasure ships, or cargo gliders - in case anyone were following them, or waiting in ambush near one of the planets they would be passing near. Irina glanced over the displays quickly, didn't see anything worrisome, and brushed her hair off her face. "And yes, we should talk. No matter how hard it will be. How long until we hit a safe distance?" How long did she have to prepare for the talk that would probably determine the fate of her relationship?

 

[Armphid]

"Not long, maybe fifteen minutes." The Ascending Sun was a pretty fast ship, and one didn't have to be very far from a planet to make the jump. You just really didn't want to do it in atmosphere, or even close to an atmosphere. Bad things happened.

"Noted, by the way, about the trip." He grinned a little, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the upcoming Talk. "And I'd penciled in a whole week there too...oh, well. I'll just use that time for extra ice mining on Hoth."

A light on the console flashed. "There we go." He reached over, taking hold of the activation lever for the hyperdrive. "And here...we...go!" He snapped it forward, the shuttle lurching and then belting forward. Faster and faster it accelerated, then there was a sharp humm as the hyperdrive activated and took over. The lights of the starfield elongated and blurred as they shot into the shimmering nothing of hyperspace.

He sighed. Good. If anything was going to happen, it was most likely to have happned in the space around Filgaia. Now they were, relatively, safer. He flipeed a switch, tinting the cockpit's viewports darker. The brightness of hyperspace would damage your eyes if you looked at it too long. "So, my love."

 

[HookerBoots]

She grinned at him over her shoulder. "As long as I get my own Tauntaun, I think I can deal with Hoth. A little too cold there to spend a lot of time naked, though."

They made the jump, and she sighed and leaned back in her chair, turning to look at him. "Yes, love?" She took a slow, deep breath. This was going to be . . . interesting. And very serious. "Where should we start, then?"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza heard the tone in her voice, and smiled sadly. He understood all too well. Both of the were dreading this. More than it could mean for their relationship, that for the talk itself. "First, Irina...don't be afraid. Fear...well, you know."

He got up from the pilot's seat, walking to stand beside her and offer her his hand. "Perhaps we should go to the galley, or...to our cabin for this. As far as where to start...we should start at the beginning."

The black haired Jedi shrugged, "We both told each other the story of ourselves, but we know we both lied in places and omitted in others. I'd like to know your story, love, your real story. And I'll tell you mine. And maybe by the time we'er both done, we'll know where to go with the rest of it."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her answering smile was a little wry. "My love, I'm sure that if we went to our cabin, very little talking would get done. But the galley might be a good idea, since neither of us had much in the way of breakfast today." She took his hand, and they walked into the small galley, where she gathered a few things from the stores and put together a passable, if small, meal.

Irina set the plates on the table, then hopped on top of it herself and sat down cross-legged with her plate in her lap. "I can go first, if you'd like." He nodded and took a bite of his food. She sighed. "Let's see, the beginning . . . ."

She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "I'm 23, by my own reckoning, and I was born on Cholganna. My father worked for one of the Bothan spynet hubs - as a maintainence man. There were, counting me, six of us. Me, Mother, Father, my younger sister Lizeth, and our younger brother Grethor. Needless to say," she added with a little shrug, "his salary wasn't quite sufficient to keep us all well-fed and well-dressed. At least, not at the same time." Another bite, and she smiled, somewhat wistfully.

"When I was old enough, around 8, I think, I started helping out, working as a stablehand at one of the more well-to-do Gran houses in the area. Everyone was sort of mashed together, you know, big walls to keep out the Nexu and other predators." Her smile was lopsisded. "While the Bothan and the Gran didn't care if a lower-class human child got eaten, the potential for rebellion from the humans made it prohibitive.

"So, I started tending horses and other mounts, and getting paid well for it - as well as a little girl can get paid. They responded to me better than most of the other children, and even some of the adults that had worked with them longer." Irina pushed her food around on the plate. "It's clear now that it was the Force, but back then, I was just happy that the horses and falumpasets and all liked me."

Another bite. Chew, swallow, sigh. "I was 15 when I recieved a letter from a rich man in another system, asking for my services, he'd visited Cholganna and heard about me from the Gran I worked for, and he offered twice what I'd been getting paid. So I went, planning to send half of my pay back home, to help my family." She pulled out the hairpin and set it on the table next to her. "This was a good luck present from my father, the day I left. I don't know how much it had cost him, or where he'd gotten the money from, but he told me it was to show how much he loved me."

Her voice turned shaky and she ran a finger over the jeweled surface of the pin. "I never saw him again. When I got there, I was told my services were no longer required, I should head home. It was a long trip, and I'd spent all my money getting to where I was, depending on having income. So I went back to the docks, thinking I'd ask about working my way back home by cleaning on the ship." Her eyes closed. "The captain told me there was no point, it had been destroyed."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza listened carefully to her story, but as she paused, he was frowning. "Irina, you said you came from Cholganna?" At her nod, his eyes narrowed. Was she lying to him? No. Since the Force had entered into their love making, he could feel her clearly, and he knew that to her, this was the truth. "...Let me guess. After you were marooned there, you met the Sith Lord. He took you in and gave you a home, maybe even saved you from someone right?"

He stood up, "Wait here a moment." He ran down the corridor to their cabin, rummaging around in his bags for a moment until he found his datapad, then ran back to the galley. He tapped a few keys, "When Master Shahazdra and I were figuring out the route we would take, we came up with several different ones." He pushed the datapad over to her, "This one we talked about while you were sleeping. Look at the third system on the route."

He shook his head. "Cholganna was never destroyed. I proposed it as a possible place for us to re-stock and re-fuel, but Master Shahazdra didn't want to risk getting the Bothans' attention." He moved closer to the table, reaching out to hug her from behind. "I'm sorry, Irina, my love, but...someone's been lying to you for a very long time."