Summary: Sometimes, knowing someone has your back is all the comfort you need.

Disclaimer: Star Wars is owned by George Lucas (I think), Disney (since they own pretty much everything at this point), LucasArts, BioWare, and EA. The drabbles are based off the Star Wars: The Old Republic game. I wanted to explore the lives of the characters given outside of the storyline. I love having characters interact with each other and see how they reached the point of their lives that we see them at.

These are my characters from the game itself:
Jedi Knight: Arwen'Yaas (Female Mirialan)
Jedi Consular: Taldulni (Female Miraluka)
Trooper: Eydonya (Female Cyborg)
Smuggler: Pri'Telahn (Female Twi'lek)
Sith Warrior: Dezyra (Female Zabrak)
Sith Inquisitor: Fyemya (Female Sith)
Bounty Hunter: Awn'Revil (Female Chiss)
Imperial Agent: Zytrii (Male Rattataki)

~*~*~Pri'Telahn~*~*~

Pri'Telahn looked over at Darmas. The man had no concept of restraint. His flirting was outrageous. Truthfully, the man held no interest for her other than his connections. Finding Skavak was her ultimate goal in dealing with Darmas.

'I miss my ship…' Pri'Telahn held back a sigh as Darmas mentioned a game needed to play with an acquaintance. 'He can help me find Skavak… Just focus on that girl… If Skavak hurts Arwen, I'll skin him alive. He'll be lucky if I kill him.'

Corso cleared his throat as Darmas exited the room. "We should probably get some rest, Captain." He gestured towards where Darmas left, "Not much we can do now."

She let out a sigh. "I guess you're right." Pri'Telahn looked around. "Does this guy have any place to rest here?"

A snort caused Pri'Telahn to look over at Corso. "Probably, but I don't think it would be safe to rest there." Pri'Telahn held back a smirk. The one good thing about meeting Darmas was seeing Corso's jealous side. It was cute.

"You have a point," the Twi'lek conceded.

"Here, take the couch, Captain," Corso offered, patting down the couch. This time, Pri'Telahn let a small smile grace her face.

'He's sweet,' she thought to herself. Corso was slowly growing on her. He was the first person to make her feel like a lady, not a tomboy.

Corso moved out of her way and she curled up on the couch, her front facing the couch. Pri'Telahn could hear Corso move behind her. She felt him sit on the floor against the front of the couch.

'I wonder if he's going to actually take a rest or just keep watch.' She heard him start to clean his gun and she burrowed deeper into the couch. Secure in the knowledge that Corso would protect her, Pri'Telahn closed her eyes and allowed herself a small nap.

~*~*~Corso~*~*~

Corso suppressed the urge to grab his Captain and drag her away from Darmas. Couldn't the man see that she wasn't interested in him? As much as he wanted to step between them, Corso had a feeling the Captain wouldn't like that.

He fidgeted as Darmas continued to flirt with his Captain. Holding back a snicker, Corso looked at his Captain as she told Darmas he was too old for her.

"Maybe I should consider retiring," Darmas commented.

'You should've done that long ago, buddy,' Corso thought sarcastically. When Darmas mentioned the game he needed to get to, Corso resisted the urge to hit the man with his blaster. 'Is this really the time to be playing games?'

Looking over at his Captain, Corso cleared his throat after Darmas left the room. 'Come on, you can do it. Tell her how much you admire her.' "We should probably get some rest, Captain."

'What?' He felt like hitting his head against the nearest hard object. 'Why did that come out instead?'

His Captain let out a sigh, "I guess you're right." He could almost feel her disappointment at being unable to go after Skavak now. "Does this guy have any place to rest here?"

When his Captain looked over at him, Corso realized he let out a snort. "Probably, but I don't think it would be safe to rest there."

'Who knows how many women he's had there…'

"You have a point," she said looking around the room. Corso's eyes landed on the couch.

"Here, take the couch, Captain," he offered her, making sure to brush the couch off. She gave him a small smile of appreciation and he felt his heart skip a small beat.

As she got comfortable on the couch, Corso settled himself in front of the couch, ready to protect her from anything, including Darmas. Feeling her get settled behind him, Corso began to clean his gun, passing the time until she was rested.

End Notes: A big shout-out to my best friend (and beta) Faylinn Night. She helped me come up with the summary (I was totally lost) and has been a wonderful encouragement for me.