Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am making no money from this. No ill will or bad intentions are meant and this story is only for entertainment of myself and my lovely readers.
Author's Note: This just came to me in dealing with all the romantic options of the Jedi Consular. I don't know if I'll continue this story—guess it'll depend on you guys. Thanks for all of your support on my other stories and know that I haven't forgotten about them.
Unintended Consequences
Whatever power in the universe thought it would be a fine idea to put four highly competitive, alpha males on board the same ship clearly needed its ears boxed. That one did a passable job at standing in for the father that she barely remembered was neither here nor there. Neither did it matter that Qyzen was so clearly alien as to have no romantic interest in her—he was still male and as a rule, part of the enemy camp. Nor was it pertinent that her surrogate papa was a Transdoshian with an itchy trigger finger. As to the other three, they all three seem to have come to the conclusion that pursuing a Jedi was meritorious. Blast them all to a rancor's belly.
All it made her want to do was tear her hair out by the roots and find a quiet corner of Tython to live out her days in peace. As if she didn't have to deal with enough with the fact that bits of her soul were scattered around the cosmos protecting Jedi masters from a very dark and creative Sith. Every Master she shielded cost her a bit more of her essence.
And now she had to deal with this? Apparently all three of her would-be-suitors had taken it upon themselves to make arrangements for an evening out. Foolishly, though, none of them had thought to ask the intended victim her thoughts.
Hence the reason why she now was on the arm of a very handsome and very celibate Jedi Knight.
Take that, she thought smugly.
~Fin~