~Silvia (Exiles) POV~

I hold my Lightsaber in the air, taking in the feelings I still get from it. A wave of bliss and pleasure tingles' my arms and warms my heart. My Silvia Chrystal hums so beautifully inside. I remember when I first found it, in some dangerous cave on Dantooine. Kreia went on about how it has warmed up to me, feeling my force. I looked at Atton with a smirk.

"Bah, I got a pet crystal. I hope I don't have to feed it." His smile was amusing, however, I, myself, was pretty amusing.

Putting down my lightsaber, and the memories it now possesses, I slowly change out of my cloths and into my Zeison Sha Initiate Armor. The blue and silver accent my tone very well. The armor, itself, shows off all my curves. Even the cape, as it covers my ass, gives me a certain sex appeal. I unwrap my blonde hair in its confinement, allowing it to fall on to my shoulders. A smile plays at my lips.

Atton! It was about that time to bother him. Bou-Dur was busy, along with his pet toy. Kreia and the other Jedi, Visas, were meditating, and though they can feel what goes around in the room, I still like to fool around. Kreia often scolds at me for it.

I assume Disciple is resting as well, and T3-M4 is a robot, so I could care less about him. All I want is my alone time with my Ebon Hawk Pilot.

I strut out of my room and head towards Atton, who was sitting in his usual spot, watching the galaxy. You know, just incase a planet or a huge rock decides to throw itself in front of the ship. Atton says differently however. That he needs to keep an eye out for my enemies and make sure we are headed in the right direct.

I plop down next to him, allowing my feet to rest on his legs. He looks over, amused, and flushed. "Confortable?" he asks me. "Very. Your thighs come in handy when I need to relax, you know," I reply.

I am amazed at how we came together, Atton and I. I was in my undergarments and he was in his cell. I have grown accustom to seeing him in a cell, however, considering how many times I landed us in one.

"So tell me, Mr. Pilot Sir," I begin. "Yes, Miss Outcast Ma'am?"

"Ouch, you really got me, Atton."

"I'll try my best to tone it down next time," he smiles. Here goes nothing. "I was wondering, if we could talk or something," I say. "We are talking, but if your bored, I can put this baby on autopilot and play Pazaak."

There! This is why I bother him none stop at this time of day. The prude does not want to do anything but play Pazaak! And he wonders why I scream no when people on different planets offer a game.

"Forget it," I say, standing up and stretching. "What," he complains. "Nothing Atton! Play Pazaak with yourself. I have to go do lightsaber stuff with my lightsaber. Remember, I am suppose to be married to it, so I feel like I am neglecting my spouse. Get me when we land this hunk of metal on a planet."

~Attons POV~

I do not know why she bothers to come speak with me. She knows I will always offer Pazaak. Anything but allowing her to ask about who I am.

I watch her stomp out, the way a five year old does when they do not get the toy they want. It is annoying on them, but god is it adorable on her. I love it when she wears her hair down, instead of that god awful braid she keeps it held in.

I am only here until Kreia sets me free, however. After that, the exile will be nothing more than a face I once knew. Why she wants me here, I do not know. I do not think I want to know. Who am I to complain though? I got lucky to work with a character such as Silvia. Always entertained and she isnt half bad looking either.

She is my boss for the time being, however, and I will admit I feel a sense of hatred towards her. I know I should not; she does not know I am trapped here. I do not want her knowing.. my past.

Her orders are almost complete, however. We are almost to our designated planet. Why she is so desperate to find the Jedi is her problem. I would like nothing more but to leave, to avoid having to face any of the Jedi council.

"You are afraid," said Kreia. "I harbor no such emotion," I growled back. "Weak. Simple minded. And a murderer. You are no catch Atton. Soon, she may realize this."

I wanted nothing more than to put my blaster to her head when we had one of our many conversations.

"She will not feel towards you Atton. Only will she run from you. Hide from you. She has once admitted that your character does not feel right. Yet, you do show improvement. Are you sure you want to follow the exiles path?"

"Follow her path?" I asked. The old lady looked smirked. "She cannot win if she is so pure. She may be corrupting the very person you are. Her innocence and pain will only cause her to fall. She harbors the same pain you do. That guilt, lust, regret.. you and her may bring out the worst in each other," she said, smooth and as if it meant nothing. "Then why am I protecting her!" I demand.

"Answer me this. Do you protect her only because I am forcing you to? Or maybe, there is another reasoning behind your actions. She is a fool, Atton. As are you. You two may bring out the worst in each other, but the galaxy brought you both together for a reason."

I let out a sigh. Why Kreia bothers with me is still a mystery, but I do know she is not the kind I would trust. She has lived to long, too much, to not have any secrets of her own.