"By order of Lord Sixfee, the Imperial officers, Captain Quinn and Lieutenant Pierce are confined to their quarters until further notice."

5, 4, 3, 2, and 1, Six's mental count-down was as precise at the steps she heard approaching her. The ship's droid had just proclaimed her order and the Chiss Sith knew both men would be asking questions. Quinn would be the first, she thought, watching the Captain walk towards her.

"'Until further notice', my lord?" he asked, "Is this a jest?"

"I'm entirely serious, Quinn. I will be holding a training exercise with Vette and Jaesa, and we will need the common area to do so. I do not wish to be disturbed."

"I see," he seemed somewhat mollified at her explanation, "And is there any idea how long this 'training exercise' will last?" Six pressed her lips together, hoping her eyes weren't glowing with mirth.

"The exercise will be concluded before the sleep cycle ends, I promise it won't disrupt the duty schedule." Quinn tilted his head at her, before looking her up and down

"I suppose because the exercise will be running late, wearing your nightclothes makes the most sense." he said dryly, as he gestured at the short robe she wore over her light top and shorts. Six had to bite back more laughter, especially since she saw Pierce lingering to the side, listening in.

"Very astute, Captain. Now if we're done here, you may go to your quarters. Unless you need me to give you a good-night kiss."

Six pursed her lips at him quickly, mimicking a kiss and enjoyed the flare of crimson on his cheeks. He leaned towards her briefly and Six wondered if he was going to take her up on her offer, but he backed away. He gave her one more look and she knew he sensed something was up, but she had given her orders and he wasn't going to argue. He started to head to his quarters, then stopped and turned.

"Just to make sure I won't be covering the same material at a later date, might I inquire what you will be training on?"

"Interrogation techniques, Captain. We will be discussing effective ways to get information from someone." She kept her answer vague, but Quinn gave her a quick nod.

"Very well, then. Good night, my lord." He said, then strode off to his room.

"Like your style, my lord," Pierce's deep voice rumbled as he moved closer to her, "Confining Captain Protocol to his quarters so that we could have some time alone. Maybe I need a good-night kiss." This time Six didn't bother to hide her laughter.

"Whatever 'time alone' you've been fantasizing about Pierce is just that, fantasy." She chuckled, happy that he laughed along with her. "You should be grateful that you didn't get saddled with a commander that would be offended by your remarks. But the order goes for you as well. You need to head to your quarters."

"Oh, I heard. Something about 'interrogation techniques'?" the towering Lieutenant shook his head, "Seems the last time you held a 'training exercise', one of my bottles of Tarisian Ale went missing. But you wouldn't know anything about that, right my lord?" Six shrugged, as she grinned at him.

"Maybe you should check with Vette, she knows all about thievery." She noticed the Lieutenant was also looking her up and down, like Quinn had, but more blatantly.

"As rigid as Captain Protocol is, he'd probably snap in two if you wrapped those legs around him." Pierce looked her up and down again, and he let out an exaggerated sigh. "But what a way to go." Six laughed again as she swatted the Lieutenant's arm.

"You're lucky you remind me of those Hoth boys I grew up with. Now be gone, Lieutenant." She saw his eyes grow serious for a moment.

"Oh, I'm lucky alright. Good night, my lord." As he walked back to his quarters, a devious thought crossed Six's mind.

"Psst, Lieutenant," she whispered loudly. When he turned to face her, she blew him a kiss, and chuckled at his surprised look. "Good night." She could hear his deep chuckle echoing hers.

That clears out the men, Six thought. Now she just had to summon her girls and the real fun could begin.