A/N: Jorgan's comment when you enter the Dealer's Den Cantina prompted this bunny.

What happens on Coruscant…

"The Dealer's Den, guys on Ord Mantell used to tell stories about this place. They're supposed to have the best Corellian whiskey on Coruscant. I figured if I ever found myself on this planet again, I'd stop and see if their claims were true." Sergeant Jorgan and Lieutenant Se'lai stand near the entrance. He folds his arms across his broad chest, shifting his weight to his left leg while surveying the crowded cantina. "Seems lively enough."

"Make way." A woman's voice exacts compliance and the crowd dutifully parts. Sergeant Jorgan is a tall Cathar, broad chest, and muscular. Lieutenant Se'lai is just as tall, just as broad and muscular. The large Houk ambling in their direction, limping and bloodied, is almost a head taller than both of them. He puffs out his chest, snarling at Jorgan only to grimace when a gloved hand smacks the back of his large bulbous head. "Keep moving, Gambo." A familiar voice grumbles dangerously from behind the large man.

Amused, Jorgan steps aside just far enough to allow the man to pass in order to see who it is barking out orders. Se'lai turns noting his movement and smirks at the Houk. "Someone got schooled, question is, who is the teacher?"

"I know that voice." Jorgan leans a bit to his right, spotting the woman behind the Houk and hesitates to speak further, having opened his mouth before closing it again a smirk slowly spreads across his face.

"Officer Anstiss is waiting for you just outside. Be a good boy, Gambo, or I'll beat you again." Gambo stares down at the Zabrak woman with an odd mix of annoyance and respect. She pats his chest half pushing him along as he hesitates. She is an average woman, average height, muscular build, with three thin braids on an otherwise bald pate. Even adding the five small horns on the top of her head she only stands as tall as mid-chest to Gambo. With her hands on her hips, her lip curled in a mocking grin, she watches Gambo grumble and limp away.

Jorgan folds his arms across his broad chest and barks at the Zabrak woman demanding her attention. "Yemee!"

"Sir!" Instinctively Yemee spins around, snapping to attention. Her eyes meet with Jorgan's and a smile slowly spreads across her face. "Well, I'll be spaced. Lieutenant-"

"Sergeant…"

"Yes, Sir!" Her pale green eyes dance with unspoken amusement and Jorgan shakes his head.

"No, what I mean is, I'm no longer a Lieutenant, I'm a Sergeant with Havoc Squad." He nods towards his companion as Yemee's smile fades. "Lieutenant, this soldier is from Ord Mantell, or was…" Jorgan looks to Yemee for further clarification.

"What…" Curiosity is etched across her features; the pale skin beneath her facial tattoos is flushed from recent battle with a light sheen of sweat still visible on her nearly bald pate. "Sorry," Yemee forces her thoughts back to the Lieutenant with difficulty, shooting a questioning glance back at Jorgan before speaking further, "Sergeant Yemee, Ord Mantell, Combat Medic, currently TDY on Coruscant with Coruscant Security, Sir."

"At ease, Sergeant," Se'lai nods once to Yemee. "I take it you and Jorgan know each other from Ord Mantell, only I don't recall ever seeing you during my stay there."

"No, Sir, during your time on Ord Mantell, I was often out in the field. My time in Fort Garnik consisted of debriefings and resupplying before heading back out." Yemee's eyes flit briefly to Jorgan and back to Se'lai. "If memory serves, you're Lieutenant Se'lai." When Se'lai nods, Yemee stands straighter pulling her shoulders back and raising her chin a fraction to meet her gaze. "Your influence and work on Ord Mantell is well known, well, work that is not classified that is. It is an honor to meet you, Sir."

"You made Sergeant," Jorgan's look of approval causes Yemee to lower her gaze flushing with a gentle blush of pride. "Congratulations, when did this happen?"

"A month or so after Havoc Squad left. Do you remember Private Farn?" Yemee looks at Se'lai nodding along with her. "Once you spoke to your superiors, it set off a cascade of events. Inquiries, court martials, a certain Lieutenant Virk KIA…" She watches Se'lai, noting her indifference and continues. "The vacuum of power somehow managed to land me a promotion. I owe you two a drink."

"Sounds good. First, I need to…" Se'lai gives a small gesture with his head towards the back where the refreshers are located.

"Unfortunately I have paperwork to file. I'll probably catch some heat for the excessive force that was required to bring Gambo in. If you're available tomorrow perhaps I can buy you a round of drinks then?" Yemee's hopeful gaze is once more on Jorgan.

"We have our orders, we leave in the morning. We'll have to take a rain check on those drinks then." Selai turns and looks around for signs of the refresher and gives Yemee a quick nod. "I'll be back in a minute, Jorgan."

Jorgan doesn't respond, he's watching Yemee as a whirlwind of emotions flit across her face. "So, you and the LT?"

"There is nothing there. We barely get along half the time." Jorgan chuckles flashing his fangs at her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Back on Ord Mantell, a certain Lieutenant would catch a Corporal watching him. I may be oblivious to some things but the looks that Corporal expressed were wistful and dare I say interested in more non-military type of conduct?"

"You are far from oblivious seeing how the Corporal did indeed have a strong interest in the Lieutenant, but the Corporal knew better than to approach a Lieutenant of his moral standards and integrity with unofficial business." Yemee's breath catches as Jorgan quickly closes the distance between them. "Especially with the business she still dreams of."

He towers over her, green eyes clashing with green eyes, "You're as captivating as I remember."

Yemee resists the urge to lean into him and capture his lips yet the look in her eyes betrays her deep desire to do just that. "You look as handsome as ever, never thought I'd see you again once you left Ord Mantell."

"Fate has stepped in it would seem. Not only bringing us both to Coruscant, we're both Sergeants now." Jorgan grins at her as she squirms under his intense gaze. "A pity fate didn't see fit to give us time alone."

"I can have my reports done within an hour." Yemee trembles as he leans closer.

Jorgan's breath is warm as it dances across her skin. "I offer no promises beyond tonight."

"We're soldiers; we don't need empty promises or pretty words." Yemee's heart is racing and her breathing is shallow.

"I'll be waiting for you here." Jorgan nudges her cheek with his own, his tongue flicking at her jaw tasting the salt on her skin. "I didn't get a chance to say good-bye. Perhaps I can make up for that oversight."

Her voice gives her away, sounding breathless. "I'll be back for that good-bye." Yemee stops herself from swooning by distancing their bodies. She takes a calming breath and with a nod, she turns on her heel and heads out the door.

Jorgan grins to himself as he walks toward the bar and orders a drink. This trip to Coruscant is turning into something more pleasant after all. Killing Karden was a good start, getting a lead on Wraith is an encouraging middle and now he will end it with an overdue good-bye.

"Hey," Se'lai sits beside him on the barstool, "get this. I just talked to some Rodian back there. He was cleaning up after a brawl with none other than your little friend. Turns out she took on that Houk and three of his goons single handedly… and won." She motions for the bartender and orders her drink.

Conversation stays as light as possible considering their surroundings. Talk of old times before Havoc and sharing opinions of the current political inquiry. Every so often one would grow silent, lost in their thoughts. After her second drink Se'lai pushes away from the bar. "Alright, I'll see you 0800. Stay safe, I'm counting on you to help me get those traitors."

Jorgan lowers his glass, "I wouldn't miss it."

Turning back to his drink, his mind flits over the past. Snippets of conversations, stolen glances and before long she's slipping onto the barstool Se'lai vacated. Yemee takes the glass from his hand and takes a sip, watching him over the rim. His eyes rake over her noting the change in her appearance, no longer in full armor, instead donned in a light green dress almost the color of her eyes. His pulse quickens as he watches her bare legs cross gracefully raising the hem up her thigh. "You're late."

Yemee chuckles and shakes her head. "Remember the comment about excessive force? Captain Denal-zon is every bit the officer you are and frowned excessively at my use of force." Taking another sip she feels the warmth stir in her belly to lighten her mood. "Only thing that saved my hide was Officer Anstiss' medical records from the beating she took before I arrived. Silly woman wanted to come in with me, but I couldn't risk her getting further injured…" She bites her lip and grows quiet at his intense gaze.

"You've always been a good soldier." Jorgan pulls her closer, chair and all. Yemee laughs and leans into him when he straddles her barstool.

"Anstiss is a good person… she's one of the few people who understand me." Her breath catches when his hand rests on her bare knee. Her eyes close briefly when his thumb rubs circles on her skin. "I forgot how focused you can be."

Jorgan nuzzles her neck, "That can be a good quality providing one doesn't grow blind to everything else around them." His voice is low, heady and she whimpers. "I have a room upstairs."

"Perfect." Yemee drains the last of the alcohol feeling it burn its way down, the warmth spreading from her belly outward soothing her nerves.

He tosses a few credits on the bar before heading towards the stairs. Yemee slips her hand in his fascinated at how warm and soft his fur is. Jorgan grins at the gesture, guiding her as they wind their way through the tables towards the back. Her mind is reeling, her pulse is racing and she admits to no one how nervous she is, not even to herself.

When the door closes behind them Jorgan turns on his heel and pins her to the door. Yemee looks up at him expectantly, offering her lips for a kiss. His head dips, only not for her mouth. He nips at her neck, licking and kissing, feeling her pulse race. Pausing to inhale deeply his voice rumbles in a feral growl, "you smell of soaps, musky with anticipation and… fear, do I frighten you?"

Yemee arches into him, trembling, pressing her body against his. "Yes… and no. I've wanted you for so long and now that we're here…"

The last of her comment is left unsaid, yet the content is clear. Jorgan chuckles deeply, "Have you ever been with a Cathar?"

"No," Yemee is pulling his shirt up and over his head, her hands exploring his torso eagerly. Her lips follow with small kisses peppered across his chest. "You're so velvety soft and oh so warm."

"Not everything is soft." He bucks his hips to drive his point home. Yemee gasps and moans feeling his desire for her.

"Jorgan," She whispers softly, her body wrapped in his. "It's time. I have to go."

His grip tightens, pulling her on top of him as he purrs deep in his chest, "Mmm… almost time. According to my internal clock it is only 0500."

Yemee chuckles and nips at his chest. "Yes and I have to report at 0700. I need to get back to the barracks and-"

Gasping as he rolls them both over, Jorgan pins her with his body using his knee to force her legs apart. "It takes you that long to get ready?" Tsking, he nips her neck and runs a hand down her body guiding her thigh higher.

Taking his meaning, wrapping her legs around his waist she lifts her hips teasingly. "Well you see, there is this insatiable Sergeant who insisted I report to him and I didn't have time to check my… ah!" Jorgan suckles her breast, flicking his tongue around her nipple before taking it in his mouth while he carefully sides a clawed finger along her folds. "Gear!" Yemee arches into him.

Slowly he enters her, filling her with a shivering anticipation. His tongue laps at her neck, curling around her ear as he moans deeply. "I'm surprised at you, Sergeant, putting his needs before tending to your gear." The slow taunting rhythm is driving them both. Her nails dig into his back, her hips rise matching his tempo. "Or is it your own needs that drove you to reckless abandon," He moves faster, pounding into her. "Your skill and your gear is all you have, all that will keep you safe when faced with an enemy."

Shifting, he pulls a leg over his shoulder, easing his way to penetrate deeper, relentlessly driving into her. With her head back, panting, she cries out, "Yes! I… oh!" Matching him in rhythm, he nips her leg at his shoulder. "I oil my favorite cannon until it shines. My armor is… uh, clean and… oh, oh!"

"Then you aren't in a hurry to leave." He slows his rhythm again and she cries out in frustration.

Yemee laughs and bucks her hips. "You horrid man."

"Did you want something?" Jorgan grins wickedly before speeding up again pushing them to completion.

Time isn't on their side and they make the best of what they have yet all good things come to an end and all too soon they are both dressed and going their separate ways. Jorgan whistles a jaunty tune and grins as he opens his footlocker to don his gear.

Morning briefings are a necessary evil. Jorgan would rather take action than meeting and discussing their next step. Still he has grown to understand the need for the exchange of information. General Garza's meetings are dreaded without a cup of caffa first. Leaning against the counter Jorgan can hear Se'lai coming down the hallway. "Mmm, I smell caffa!"

Jorgan smirks, pours her a mug and meets her at the door. "Briefing is in five minutes, Lieutenant. You're running later than usual."

"Unavoidable, I had a 0700 meeting that ran long." She takes the proffered mug and nods gratefully. "Thanks."

The familiar com signal of an incoming call chirps at them as they enter the center and heart of the BT-7 Thunderclap. Se'lai takes another sip of her caffa before setting the mug down on a nearby table. She walks forward taking position before the holoterminal. "Patch it through."

The holoterminal flickers briefly as a secure channel is acquired and soon the image of General Garza looms over them. "Good choice, Lieutenant. I fully support your proposal and have spoken to the Captain. He was reluctant, but I insisted. Your recruit should be arriving shortly. "

"Excellent, Sir," Se'lai nods. She can feel Jorgan's questioning gaze and ignores it for the time being.

There are noises, talking and Jorgan frowns refusing to be distracted. He focuses on General Garza yet his hand itches to grab his blaster cannon and confront whoever is attempting to board the BT-7. "Ah, I see she's arrived."

Se'lai's face shows no sign of emotion as she turns towards the new arrival. Jorgan masters his own emotions as she steps forward followed by C2-N2. She drops her duffle bag at her feet and scowls at the droid when he promptly picks it up and heads towards the crew's quarters. "Sergeant Yemee, reporting as ordered, Sir."