Tension was thick in the air, and no one could ignore it. Troopers walked around the area, moving fast with their heads down. The ones not on duty all avoided the area, even thought the weight room was a hot spot for any clone.

Not even Willow was willing to try to break up this fight. She was watching the arguing clones, brow furrowed and eyes worried as two usually as cool tempers were broken, exposing the wicks of deadly tempers ready to ignite.

"You owe me a debt. I told you to stay with me-"

"For only one night, Commander."

"It was meant for more than one night, private."

Both the Huntress and the Commander were at a standoff. Arms crossed and tail whipping behind her, the only sign of Neko's rare but explosive temper was the flash in her eyes. For his part, the only give away in Neyo, who's emotional control was legendary, was an unusual tenseness in his shoulder blades and the slight tick in his jaw.

In the corner of her mind that wasn't worried sick, Willow was impressed that Neyo had held his temper so long. Neko had driven more than one man to raging with her cold, emotionless logic. Of course, Neyo seemed to share many traits with Neko. A few little ticks and things, but his icy personality was the dominant thing that they shared.

"You did not specify, sir."

"It was part of the debt."

Both snapped at the same time, their uneasy grasp on their tempers underlined by the cold vein throbbing in the other's voice. Neko took in a deep breath.

"You did not specify, sir," she said again, trying to distance herself and keep her mask in place,"You said "I want you with me tonight". TONIGHT. Not any time else. I expect you to honor your bargain."

It was Neyo's eyes that flashed in warning this time.

"You said it singular. One night. "Tonight" to be precise. I fulfilled the debt."

"It was meant for more than one night," he said tersely.

"But you did not say it that way when you said what you wanted. Therefore it was to be only one night."

Neyo's eyes flickered to the side when he saw how empty the room was of the many troopers...and how the mongrels seeming to stick close. They were taking satisfaction in the argument, watching happily at the discord between the two of them. Neyo decided to cut off their pleasure.

"Lets take this to another room."

Many faces fell and some glared, saying they knew what he was doing and they didn't like it. He didn't care.

"I am not going to your room."

He turned back to her when her voice became near emotionless again. He took a step forward until he was half a foot away from her being.

"Now, private."

She stared coldly at him form the order. But, with her tail thrashing hazardously, she walked out first.

"We won't be able to work like this," he said as soon as the door closed and turned to face her. She was automatically at parade rest.

"Permission to speak, sir?"

"No. You are going to listen."

She didn't do anything. Her mask of cold indifference was back in place and let no emotion show through.

"You will meet me on the mats in an hour. We'll take this out there. I win, you stay with me the rest of the time you are here...Huntress. You win, we will leave that night there. I will not bring it up again nor persue it."

She still just stared at him.

"Well?"

No twitch, no blink, not even a breath it seemed. He glared at her for the disrespect which she returned with the slightest upwards movement of her head.

Finally he said,"Permission to speak freely granted."

"Deal."

The clone troopers found that they had another good reason to stare at the two humanoids. This one really made them ask themselves, and each other, just what did they do?

Both women had a strange habit of being at each other's backs...literally. Currently, Neko was facing the wall sliding on some knuckle bracers while her sister was leaning up against her back and looking around at the men. She threw on a smirk and a teasing wink whenever one of them caught her eye. But her eye strayed...when the Commander entere in.

Willow's heartbeat sped up and she felt her own blood get hot a the sight of him. He was exsquisite.

"Ooohhh," she purred quietly, pupils widening,"Commander looks good with nearly nothing on~"

She leaned back so she could just whisper,"Wanna switch and see?"

A small lift of the shoulder and they both swirled around each other so they were on the opposite sides with Willow facing the wall.

And Neko got a full view of Commander Neyo.

She eyed the shoulders that looked to have plenty of muscle. Her view of them was unobscured as he had nothin on to cover them.

Can lift heavy objects, and a person more times my size.

A glance down to his near bare legs confirmed and said he could hold onto the item, on his feet, for a very long time.

Not indefinitely. And how good is his grip when the item he holds squirms?

She didn't know...and she was hoping not to find out.

His pectoral muscles came to her vision when he turned, catching sight of her. And she could see he was taking stock of her as well.

Her legs slid apart and she set her hands on her hips so he could have a clear view of her. To her, the thrill of a battle didn't come from defeating someone weaker than herself. The battle droids that were mass produced were easy prey, ones that she could take down in a matter of seconds.

No. The thrill of it came from taking on someone her equal. Where she ran the risk of losing something close to her is what set her heart racing with adrenaline and her mind focused in on the opponent.

She had seen what he had to offer. It was only fair he saw what she had to return.

Author's Note:

This is for the devilishly lovely Tahiri Veila Solo who asked for a story on these two. She did the beginning.

Don't worry. The battle's about to begin.

Neko is mine

Neyo belongs to George Lucas