(I kissed a girl)

The light flooding through the window gave Kit a bigger headache then he already had as he opened his eyes and realized that Eeth Koth was next to him in bed. The events of the night before came flooding back, making his head hurt even more. The music, the flashing lights, the bar, the drinks. He recalled that it had started when he'd spotted Eeth on the other side of the bar, and wondered what he was doing there. He'd gone over to Eeth, and they'd started talking. He also recalled how they'd both gotten drunk beyond reason, and he'd become aware of how good Eeth's hands felt on his chest, and before he knew it, he was kissing his best friend, their tongues exploring the other's mouths. He remembered getting into the speeder, neither paying too much attention to the traffic or anything around them, just eachother. They'd gotten back to the temple, and after that, everything was just a blur of flying robes, and skin on skin. Kit looked over at Eeth, who was beginning to stir. His eyes opened and he looked at Kit, confusion on his face.

"Kit, what did we do?"

(Waking up in Vegas)

Aurra stared at Hondo's door. Do I really want to do this? she thought. She raised her hand and knocked. Hondo opened the door. Aurra took a deep breath.

"Aurra?" said Hondo, a slight smile on his face. Aurra hissed.

"shut it." she snarled.

"you survived?" He looked rather happy.

"you didn't think I could?" she looked, if possible, angrier.

"well, it was an exploding ship"

Aurra sighed. She had to admit she was kind of banged up, but she didn't really want to do this. She took another breath.

"Hondo, I need your help...

(Dynamite)

Kit was a party boy. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't. With his charming smile and laugh, and great body, he had all the girls mesmerized. That's why he sometimes snuck out to the nightclubs. It wasn't bad. At least, that's what he told himself. He thought he was the only Jedi that did it, this nightclub thing. That why tonight, he'd has the shock of his life. He'd walked into the nightclub, ready to party, when he saw a Miralan girl, dressed in short shorts, a tank-top, and high-heeled boots. He'd smiled. prey. He'd walked over, and the girl had turned around. Kit's hearts skipped several beats.

"Fisto?"

"Luminara?"

Kit was shocked. This was Luminara, the code-addict, in a nightclub

Kit smiled. Who cared? He grabbed her unexpectedly, spinning them both onto the dance floor.

Code-addict. Kit should have known better.

(bring me to life)

It had always been windy out on Kamino. Aurra had never liked it. But it had been ok, with Jango there. Looking around his old room, scanning over his belongings, she felt a single tear streak down her cheek. "a bounty hunter never cries" she remembered Jango saying, and then she remembered the rest of the line. "a bounty hunter never cries, but a person does" She crumpled to the ground, sobbing into her long-fingered hands. She felt her hardened heart getting harder with hate, bubbling up like lava, filling her with malice.

Then she heard a sound. A small, whimpering, sob. Was someone else crying? She looked through all the junk sprawled everywhere, spotting a gun she had used as a child, tears welling up again. She made it to a little door, leading off to a side chamber. Inside, on a small bed, sat a child, his small body wracking with sobs. He looked up at hearing the door opening. Aurra stopped dead. He looked like Jango. Just like Jango. She ran over. "who are you?" She asked.

"Boba Fett...my name's Boba Fett...

(monster)

Cato Parasitti was good at what she did. But obviously not good enough to be resistant to love. She knew what love at first sight was, but had never believed it until it had happened. She knew it was love at first sight when she saw saw Cad Bane. As soon as she had walked into his apartment and seen him hunched around his computer, already with a plan. She knew it as soon as he'd talked to her, his voice rough and gravelly. He smelled good, she had noticed as soon as she'd leaned over his shoulder. He'd smelled like leather and gun smoke, a scent Cato had loved. She had known it was love at first sight when she had started to feel self conscious about her clothes, her appearance, how ugly she was as a changeling, and when she had been grateful for her helmet to hide her blushing. She had tried to rein in her feelings, but it was out of her control, she wondered if he'd noticed, how she'd blushed slightly when he was around, shivered in bed the one night she'd stayed as she realized he was on the other side of the wall.

She wondered if he knew how unprofessional she could be