Darth Plasma.... that is the name that my Trekkie friend wanted me to use. As a joke. Who's with me in saying Trekkies are stupid?! But then again so I am, because I don't even know what a Klingon is. HAHAHA! Okay. Well, my mum didn't either so I'm not that stupid! So ha!

I don't own Star Wars. I do own 'Darth Malice'/Mallos (Plasma) *cries again* and Keera though. And I do own my Trekkie friend who thinks Keera is based on her. And who is currently talking about whores [7 of 9. That and stilettos.] being on Star Trek Voyager. And is going to force me to watch Nemesis. And who hates Anakin like me! Wee! Look for our fic coming soon!

Enjoy Chiquitas.

P.S. If you see the name Aleena anywhere, it means that I was just working on a fic with her in it, so my brain wants to type that name instead of Keera. So yeah.

::Chapter 1: Meeting::

Keera pushed the door open and strolled into the dimly lit interior. The minute she sat down at a table in the corner, she felt a pair of eyes watching her. She didn't know who it was, or why they were staring at her, but she simply ignored it. Or at least she tried to. But after a few minutes it became rather unnerving and annoying. She sighed and was about to go to the bar to get a drink when a waitress walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, Miss."

"Yes?" Keera answered.

"It seems that you have an admirer who would like to buy you a drink."

Keera's eyes widened. Someone actually wanted to buy her a drink? When she had only just arrived? Then she remembered someone had been staring at her, and still was. "Well...." Keera thought about it for a minute, but decided since it was free, she might as well take the offer. "I suppose I'll take a martini." The waitress nodded and headed for the bar.

When she returned, Keera took her drink then asked, "If you don't mind me asking, who bought me this?" The waitress pointed to a figure in the corner of the room dressed completely in black, hood pulled over his head. Keera thanked her and took a sip of her drink, looking at the man.

Who are you? she wondered. And why are you buying me this?

She sighed, knowing he couldn't read her thoughts, but she didn't approach him. Instead, she sat back and started her book.

"Good evening, Miss," a male voice said. Keera jumped, dropping her book. She looked up and saw a man standing before her, dressed in black. He seemed to be the same man who was in the corner.

"Hello," Keera replied, looking him over. He was quite attractive, with short, spiky, dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He had a small goatee, and an earring in one ear. Keera had to admit that she was really glad that he'd been watching her, even though she was breaking about a thousand rules just by accepting a drink from him.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked. Keera shook her head and glanced down at her book. She suddenly got an idea and moved her hand under the table so that the book moved. The man saw the book and bent over to pick it up for her. Keera leaned to the side, smirking to herself, examining the rest of the package. She straightened up as soon as he turned around, however, and handed Keera her book.

"Thank you," Keera said.

"For what?" the man asked, sitting down beside her.

"Well, for picking up my book for me and for buying me a drink."

"Oh, yes, of course," the man replied with a smirk. Keera suddenly felt very attracted to this man, whoever he was. "May I ask you your name?"

"It's Keera. Keera Gani," Keera answered, offering her hand to shake his. The man picked it up and kissed it instead. Keera felt her cheeks burn red.

"Mine is Mallos. Mallos Tarlana," the man replied.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mallos," Keera said.

"And I'm pleased to meet you, Keera," Mallos replied. A small grin crept across his face. He knew perfectly well why he was here. He was here to assassinate some Jedi. He couldn't remember their name, and now it really didn't matter to him. He'd do it later. He was very intrigued by this woman.

"So why are you here?" Keera asked, sipping her drink casually.

"I had a meeting with someone," Mallos replied shortly. "But they never showed up."

"I see," Keera said.

"You?"

Keera picked up her book silently and raised an eyebrow. "Reading."

Mallos laughed. "Why would you want to read here?"

"I didn't feel like going back home."

"Good answer."

"Can't stand the people you live with either?"

"Not really, no," Mallos said with a smirk. Keera giggled.

"I don't either. They're really stiff and uptight and just- ugh!" Keera muttered. "I'm considering moving to another planet. I'm thinking about Kaaleita-"

"-Because of all the books there?" Mallos finished. Keera nodded in surprise.

"How'd you know?"

"Only a person who reads in a bar would move to another planet for the books," Mallos said. Keera blushed and looked down.

"Oh, for a second there I thought you read my mind."

"How do you know I didn't?"

Keera laughed. "Only Jedi can."

"How do you know I'm not a Jedi?"

"You aren't stiff and uptight like the rest of the bastards are," Keera replied. Mallos laughed. "And you'd be breaking the rules by buying me a drink."

"You know a bit much for someone not of the Order," Mallos said.

"I do read a lot," Keera responded with a shrug. She decided she wasn't going to tell this man she was a Jedi. Despite the fact that she was attracted to him, she felt some dark presence in him, and she didn't trust him very much.

"You don't trust me, do you?" Mallos asked. Keera jumped, startled. She inched away from him slowly, eyes wide.

"How did you-?"

"I don't blame you," Mallos said, eyes twinkling. "I wouldn't trust me either."

"I have to go," Keera said, reaching for her book and moving to get up. "Thank you for the drink."

Before Mallos could do anything to stop her, Keera disappeared out the door of the cantina. she turned the corner and found herself in an alley.

"Shit," she muttered. "I can't remember which way I came from. Fu-"

She was cut off abruptly as a hand covered her mouth and she felt someone grab her from behind.

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Here's to love.... Mwa hahaha! SEE DOWN WITH LOVE! That movie is funny.

And so my plot thickens. *evil grin* Stay turned. Namarië!

P.S. I think Watto raped Anakin. I think Watto raped Anakin A LOT. And I mean, A LOT. It certainly explains everything. *cheeky grin*

P.P.S. Oh Blade... don't you just find Mallos' last name so interesting?