Moira Denic, Nedeser Thul, Alias Ordo and Dren Antilles stared anxiously at the monitors. Three massive Imperial Dreadnaughts and several dozen troop carriers were in orbit over Cademimu. At the moment, they seemed content to stay there but no one knew how long that would last. Dren looked over at Raas. "How we doing, Raas?"

"We're almost there, Captain. We found the entrance to the missile base. Now we're just waiting on our forces to attack the main entrance;" replied the young judiciary officer. The two Jedi paced, trying to think of the best way to proceed. "We should go for it. They can attack and we'll be ready as soon as the fight begins in earnest;" said the Jedi Consular. Alias and Dren both shook their heads. "If they catch even the slightest hint of our movements before the fight begins in earnest, we'll be up to our ears in separatists. We need to wait."

Moira paced nervously. "How long? The Imperials won't wait forever and we won't be able to beat them back. We NEED to take control of those missiles."

"AH-HAH!" said Raas. "There ready to move as soon as we give the word."

"Excellent!" said Dren. "We move out in ten. Get your gear and make sure this place is secure."

Immediately, the commandos began checking weapons and gear. Alias and Nedesur looked at each other uneasily. Something about this didn't set right. There was something intense about the strike team, something beneath the surface that they couldn't identify. However, there wasn't time to ask about it and neither felt comfortable just pressing into someone's mind with the force. Before they had the chance to discuss it, Dren said, "Alright, round up and move out. We don't have time to waste. We need to take the missile base and we need to do it fast."

Immediately, the commandos formed up and they headed out. Immediately, Raas got on the commlink and gave the signal to attack of the main body of Cademimu resistance forces. Moments later, they heard it begin - massive amounts of blaster fire and of heavier weapons from resistance's ACP's. Raas looked grim and hollered to pick up the pace.

In order to get to the launch pads of the missile base, they had to use a large munitions freight elevator that went from the rear of the cargo speeder hanger in between and adjacent to both the barracks and the missile base. It was usually heavily guarded - at least before General Ortol and his army, it had been. When they entered the hanger, Dren looked over at Raas with a coked eyebrow. "Are you sure that this way won't be guarded?"

Raas cocked a brow. "Sir, I have no idea whether it is. I just assume that it won't be heavily guarded do to the distraction of the main resistance forces. I'll be surprised if there aren't a few armed guards."

There were a few parked cargo land and air speeders in the hanger, blocking their view of the lift. Nedeser said, "Dren, I'm going to scout ahead. If anyone's there, I'll take them out."

Raas lifted a hand. "Wait, Jedi! They'll see you coming from a kilometer away!"

Des just chuckled and seemed to disappear into thin air. Raas just gasped and Moira chuckled, "Yeah. It's a Jedi secret. Turns out, some of them know how to disappear. Come on. That lift will be secure by the time we reach it."

Despite her confidence, they kept a sharp eye and were ready for action - that is until all except the three who had worked with Nedeser before stopped in their tracks, mouths open. Four guards lay motionless on the ground in a neat row and Des was sitting on a stack of crates munching a ration bar as if nothing had happened. Moira chuckled and said, "That's my boy;" before walking up to him and giving him a peck on the cheek. Raas strode over to the separatists and checked their pulses. "These men are still alive;" he said. Des shrugged. "Yes. I had no need to kill them so I simply put them to sleep."

Raas stood and looked at a group of resistance fighters. With a grim nod, they all aimed and fired before the Jedi could do anything. The separatists' bodies jerked. Des and Alias were aghast and even Dren looked perturbed. "What the hell?" cried Nedeser, his blue eyes wide with shock. Raas looked at him coldly. "These men have, for the past four months, kidnapped, raped and murdered my people. You'll forgive me if I don't feel any compassion or mercy for them."

Alias growled, "Well congratulations, Kid. You just joined them at least on the murder part of that. They were defenseless."

Raas glared and snapped, "Don't you dare put me in the same group as them. Have you ever seen your people imprisoned and mistreated, Jedi? NO! You sit in your blasted temples and meditate. Just because you decided to leave your life of pomp and luxury does not give you the right to instruct me on how to deal with my enemies!"

Alias's gray eyes looked like cold chips of durasteel and he gazed levelly at the young man. Moira watched carefully, not sure how to intercede. She knew that neither of the Jedi would loose their tempers but this fiery young soldier just might. "You know nothing about us, BOY!" snapped Des, surprising her. "We've walked among the mistreated and the hurt and the oppressed and done what we could to relieve what we could. Do you honestly think it OUR job to clean up every mess in this galaxy? We do what we can and yet, for some, that's just not enough. We're kriffing Jedi, not GODS!"

"And yet," Raas sneered, "you still don't have the guts to do what is necessary."

"Wrong," said Alias, "we just have the brains to find a better solution than murdering sleeping soldiers who could easily bound and arrested."

That did it. Raas charged the Jedi and tried to punch him. With almost lazy ease, the Jedi Knight slipped to the side, grabbed the boys arm and locked it behind his back, tripping his feet and slamming him face down on the duracrete floor. The resistance fighters didn't seem to know what to do. A few raised their weapons to cover Alias, Dren and Moira but most just looked confused. Alias hissed into the young officer's ear, "Careful, BOY. I'm not a sleeping separatist."

With that he straightened and looked around. "If any of you pull shavit like that again, I'll put you in your own binders, got it? From here on, we are giving the orders of this operation and SOP is to capture when we can and kill only when we need to. Am I understood?"

They all nodded and Raas stood, his face flushed with anger and wounded pride. Alias looked at him coolly and levelly, "Am. I. Understood?"

They all complied, including Raas. Dren clapped his armored hands together and said, "Alright, we've wasted enough time. Let's go. You, Sweetheart," and he pointed to a young female officer, "you know how to work this thing?"

She nodded and, once they were all on board, she sent it to the lower levels where the missile defense operating level was. The lift was slow and the tension was palpable. Moira moved beside Alias and murmured, "I can understand his anger, you know."

Alias looked down at her and smiled fondly, "I know you can, Honey. I do, but that was unnecessary. If it had been Republic military, they would have been stripped of their weapons and armor and sent to courts marshal."

Moira nodded and replied, "Maybe so, Alias, but if these separatists are monsters. They murder families for nothing and they do it all in the name of a bogus movement. It's how it was on Ord Mantel and it's how it is here."

Alias looked down at her. There was something behind her eyes. "Hey, you alright, Moira?"

She sighed and said, "Yeah it's just that - you remember Corso Riggs, right? My faithful farm boy companion?"

Alias chuckled and nodded. "Well," she continued, "his family was wiped out by the separatists and his home burned to the ground while he was out doing farm boy stuff. I guess my empathy for him causes hostility towards these - men." She spat the word 'men' as if it was a really bad joke. Alias nodded and said, "That may be so but that doesn't make it just okay for them to be killed like pests or rabid animals. Tell me something, do the people of Cademimu strike you as overly merciful?"

Moira snorted, "You really have to ask?"

"Exactly. Those men would have been tried and killed anyway."

Before Moira could reply, Raas called out, "We're almost there. Get your weapons ready."

When they reached the bottom, Dren and the Jedi took positions in front. Dren's personal shield and heavy body armor would provide more cover than nothing and the Jedi would use their lightsabers to deflect enemy fire. As soon as the cargo doors opened, the shooting started. Dren fired with his blaster rifle, wishing fervently that he could have been able to find a way to bring his massive blaster cannon along. Moira was kneeling behind and between the two Jedi, picking off targets with her twin blaster pistols while Raas and the others fired as best as they could between them. Moira quickly grew tired of the fire fight and pulled a grenade from her belt. Arming it, she yelled, "Grenade out!"

Immediately, Dren ducked behind an arm and the Jedi thrust their hands out. The explosion was huge and it was only the two Jedis' use of the force that kept any effect of it from reaching them. Dren looked at Moira, his eyes wide with amazement. "What the hell kinda grenade was that?"

Moira looked down at her belt and then looked up sheepishly, "Whoops, I meant to grab this frag grenade, not that."

"What was it?" asked Raas. Moira winked and said, "I better not tell you. You being a law man and everything, you just might decide to arrest me."

Dren rolled his eyes and they continued forward. Whatever the grenade was, it had done a massive amount of damage to the corridor. The walls were red hot and the bodies of their enemies were charred beyond recognition. Moving quickly, they ran down through the carnage. At every blast door and around every turn, there was a group of separatists. Each time, they were fairly easily driven back do to the fact that Ortol had so few soldiers remaining after sending most of them to the base's main entrance. Suddenly, the corridor opened into a large area with several adjoining rooms and passages. Inside, there were no enemies at all. Moira looked around and said, "Alright, which way next?"

Before anyone could answer, there were cries behind several of the doors. Des and Alias ran to them and opened them. In small storage rooms were crammed a large group of young woman and even girls. They all looked terrified, malnourished and were obviously dehydrated. Moira's mouth fell open and she whispered, "Those separatists are monsters."

Alias felt a tug on his heart and Nedeser had to fight back tears. Kneeling down, he said in a choked voice, "It's alright. We'll get you out. Come on. We aren't here to hurt you. Me and him, we're both Jedi and we're here to rescue you."

Raas walked up beside Alias and said in a quiet, gentle voice, "Don't you see now why I hate them, Jedi Ordo? Do you understand now?"

Alias sighed and looked at him. "Yes I do but it was still the wrong call. Be honest, they would have been executed anyway. You way just skipped a process and eliminated the need for patience."

Raas nodded. "If that's the case then what difference does it make?"

"It relieves you of either the pleasure or burden of being judge, jury and executioner. Those lives will come back to haunt you. Trust me. Every life I've taken still haunts me even though I completely understand the necessity."

Moira knelt down beside Des with tears in her eyes and said, "Come on, Sweethearts. Come on. This big fellow and I will take you out of here, okay?"

Slowly, they came out, all still looking afraid. The resistance fighters began pulling ration bars and canteens from their kit and offering them to the prisoners. Des lifted a young girl in his arms, no older than eleven or twelve and looked at his long time friend. "Moira and I are taking these girls out of here, Alias. Will you be okay?"

Dren and Alias looked at one another before Alias nodded, "We can take care of the general. Get them out of here."

Moira gave another young girl a ration bar and said, "You can eat that while we walk, okay?"

The girl struggled to tare open the wrapping as they all headed off. Raas watched them go and murmured, "Are you sure we'll be okay without them?"

Alias looked concerned and said, "The truth is that I'm more concerned about them than about us. We have a commando team. They just have each other. Anyhow, come on. We need to keep moving. Comm command and have them ready up top in the speeder hanger with emergency services. I've a feeling those poor girls are going to need to be looked over."

They had only made their way a few hundred meters through the corridors when Raas's comm pinged. "The separatist forces are retreating from the main entrance. I repeat, the separatist forces are retreating from the main entrance."

Alias and Dren looked at each other grimly. "Put a move on it! Those retreating seps will be headed our way quick, fast and in a hurry. We need to get to the general before they get to us."

Suddenly, Raas gasped, "Jedi Thul and Captain Denic!"

Alias and Dren looked at each other, their apprehension only growing. "Double time! Let's go!"

Nedeser and Moira were constantly keeping an eye on and counting the girls in their charge. There were twenty-six all told but they didn't wander, rather they clumped close together for protection with the younger girls on the inside of the group. Des was constantly sniffing and wiping his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he was struggling. Moira managed to giggle through her tears. "You Jedi are all just big softies, aren't you?"

Des chuckled himself when a small hand took his. Suddenly, out of the group, one of the older girls strode up and took his hand. He looked at her and she smiled. "Thank you so much. You can't imagine what it was like there."

Moira smiled at her and said, "We can. Trust me, honey, we really can. Come on. We'll get you out of here."

Suddenly, Nedeser stiffened and said, "We have someone coming from the passage we just went intersected. Actually, lots of someones. Come on, lets go!"

As fast as they could, Des and Moira ushered the children ahead of them. When they heard the armored boots clanging behind them, Moira looked at him and said, "At that intersection, I'm gonna turn and hold them for you."

"No, let me do it;" insisted Des. Moira put a hand on his arm and said, "Look, Des, if there is more trouble up ahead, it would be better for the super powerful Jedi hero to be with the girls, don't you think?"

Des wanted to argue but she had a point. Giving her a quick hug, Des said, "Don't do anything stupid, alright? Just hold as long as you can without getting yourself killed."

Moira reached up and patted his cheek, replying, "You know that I'll do what I can, Jedi. Now go on. We have work to do."

Des gave her one more worried look before ushering the girls ahead of him. Moira turned and unholstered her blasters, aiming down the hallway. As soon as a single separatist rounded the corner, she opened fire with a vengeance.

Alias and Dren led the commandos at a dead run. When they were outside the door, Raas tried the security code, unsurprised but still chagrined when it didn't work. Alias, impatient for this fight to be over, grunted, "Move aside, kid."

Igniting his weapon, Alias cut through the door and they entered. There were a dozen tough looking separatists inside as well as a large, angry man who was on the dais, surrounding by the bases launch consoles. "Very amusing, a soldier and a Jedi. This has been interesting but it all ends here;" roared the angry man. Alias calmly replied, "General Ortol, I presume. Surrender. We're driving your forces back."

Ortol laughed and sneered, "I told them to fall back when I realized that you were coming my way through the munitions freight elevator. Now you're pinned in here with my army and, once you are all dead, my forces will destroy the rest of those pathetic cops and such. After I reassert control, this world will-"

Suddenly, the loud bark of a blaster rifle was heard and the general ducked instinctively as a green energy bolt nearly slammed into him. Just like that, it started. Alias leaped forward, covering the distance between him and the separatists in one bound and cutting down two of them with a single swing. The others were ready though, wielding tech weapons of some kind that could resist lightsaber blades. They were skilled - but they weren't Jedi and Alias Ordo was a highly skilled swordsman and duelist. Dren motioned the resistance commandos to spread out before getting close enough to the fighting himself to be sure that he would hit Alias. He blasted away, picking off the separatists neatly. Soon, they had the general surrounded. "Surrender, Otol;" snapped Dren. Ortol sneered, "I don't think so, Republic scum. Come any closer and I'll launch these missiles at every major city on the planet."

Raas snarled, "I'll blow your head off your shoulders if you hit that button!"

Ortol just chuckled, "Then it sure appears we're at a stand off. You aren't going anywhere and I refuse to surrender. How ever will this turn out. Alias glared and said, "You WILL surrender;" putting the force behind his words. Ortol's eyes narrowed and he growled, "Try that again, Jedi. Just see what happens."

Dren couldn't get a clear shot to take the general out and could move to do so either. It was, indeed, a stand off.

Des sighed in relief as he saw the lift way on ahead. It was still on their level, too. When they got to it, he said quickly, "Alright, ladies, everyone on. There should be law enforcement officers up there waiting for you, alright?"

One of the youngest girls looked scared. "You aren't coming with us, Master Jedi?"

Des kissed her forehead and said, "No, I'm not. I have to go find my friend. Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Someone will be up there."

"Promise?" she asked anxiously. Exerting himself in the force, Nedeser reached out and felt quite a lot of beings up there. Touching a couple of their minds, he confirmed that they were friendly and smiled at the girl. "I promise. Now go on. I'll see you again real soon, alright?"

One of the older girls led her away. Running to the control, Des was relieved that it had instruction for use in Aerubesh and quickly sent the lift heading upwards. When it was on its way, and after one last wave to the girls, Des turned and ran almost faster than the eye could see back the way he had come. When he reached where he and Moira had separated, he found a pile of five bodies there. Down one of the passages was a trail of them and he followed it, his double bladed lightsaber ignited. It went on for quite a distance until it opened into what appeared to be a supply room. The largest cluster of dead bodies was there - at least fourteen all told and from behind a pile of crates came the sound of heavy breathing. Hurrying, Des was shocked to see Moira leaning against the wall, a nasty burn on her shoulder and her blasters still in her hands. She twitched as he showed up but smiled tiredly when she recognized him. "Hey, Handsome. Where have you been all my life?"

Des examined the injury as he replied, "Neglecting you to save a group of other damsels in distress."

That earned him a scowl and a weak smack with the uninjured arm. "I am not a damsel in distress. I'm alive and none of them are, so there."

Unable to get a good look at the injury do to her clothes, Des gently took her shirt and said, "I'm gonna need to get a better look so I might have to rip your shirt."

Moira nodded, not even bothering to give a sexy or sarcastic retort. With a yank, the shirt tore open, revealing that her compression bra beneath was stuck slightly in the burned flesh. Des quickly pulled a kolto syringe, a syringe of several other kinds of antiseptics and a kolto infused patch out. Then, looking into Moira's hazel eyes, he said, "I'm sorry but this is going to be painful."

Moira chuckled and said, "No more painful then being shot down by you last night."

Des smiled and took the syringes. One at a time, he injected them near the wound. Each time, Moira closed her eyes and bit down on her glove. The needles were large and the solutions, thick as paste or gel. When the injections were done, Des took a hold of the ruined compression bra and pulled them out. Though the kolto had started the numbing process, Moira whimpered as she felt it. Quickly, Des covered the wound with a kolto infused patch that would keep the injury free. "I'll use the force to aid in the healing when this mission is all over, alright?"

Moira nodded as he lifted her up in his arms as if she were no more than a sack of topatoes. He stood still and Moira wondered why on earth they weren't moving when she gasped in surprise. They both suddenly disappeared. It was really weird to not be able to see herself. Des's voice came out of nowhere. "Good, before we run into trouble, I can hide us;" before he quickly hurried in the direction of the main group. His ability to turn them both invisible was very useful though it put a lot of strain on his focus and strength. Catching and deflecting every ray of light for one person, when practiced, was mildly challenging until one got used to it but two people was much more work. By the time they reached the control room, Des was breathing hard. The scene inside dismayed them both. "What are we going to do?" asked Moira. Des looked down at her. "You are staying here. I'm sneaking up on him and making sure he can't hit that button to launch."

Moira was about to protest but Des cut her off. "Please, Moira, just this once, no arguments. I'm going to set you just inside the door."

After a glare, she nodded and Des set her behind some machinery. When he was certain that she was safe as could be, he slipped invisible towards the general. The strain of keeping both him and Moira unseen had taken its toll and he slipped up just as he got to the stairs and part of him became visible. With a gasp, General Ortol hit the launch button. "NO!" roared Des and blasted the general with the force, sending him sailing across the room and into the wall with a sickening crunch. Several of the resistance members ran over to check on him while Raas, Dren and Alias ran up the stairs. Des asked, "How do we stop it?"

Raas attempted entering a code but the screen flashed red and read 'access denied'. "DAMMIT!" he snapped, slamming his fist down on the top of the console. "I can't cancel the launch. All I'll be able to do is re-designate a target."

"Do it!" said Dren. Raas called up the targeting screen and there were a few options. "Let's see - a couple moons, only one of which is uninhabited and it happens to be the closest to the planet with the most gravitational effect on it. Great - wait... what about the Imperial fleet."

Alias said, "Go for the moon."

Des nodded but suddenly, Moira snapped, "Are you serious? Blow the Imperial Fleet! Aren't they the ones that we are worried about?"

Dren remained silent but Alias said, "They haven't attacked or even moved into attack position. They are all just sitting out there, see?" and he pointed to a satillite vid screen. Moira was nearly spitting with temper, "Alias, they are the enemy!"

"We AREN'T at war!" he snapped back. "Blow the mo-" suddenly, an automated voice interrupted him. "Missiles launched. New targets: one hundred and fifteen ships outside of orbit."

They froze and found Raas watching grimfaced. "You didn't;" said Alias quietly. Raas didn't even look at him as he replied, "If we destroy that moon, our planet will fundamentally change. Not only that, the Imperials would still be there. This isn't your home, Jedi. You do NOT get to make the decision on how to properly defend it."

Alias was about to snap back but Des put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't like it any more than you do, brother, but he is right. All we can do is to report it to his commanders. Either way, this battle is almost over. Send over the intercom system that this base is ours and that General Ortol is-"

"He's dead;" called one of the resistance officers. Dren nodded to Raas who sent the announcement over the intercom. Within seven hours, it was all over.

The leadership of the resistance and governing officials of the world stood on a balcony of the capital tower and made a long winded announcement, praising the efforts of the resistance fighters and profusely thanking the Republic operatives. There was supposed to be a celebration but the four Republic heroes had no taste for it after watching an Imperial fleet of fifteen dreadnaughts and a hundred troop and mechanized carriers torn apart with no provocation other than being Imperial.

As soon as the announcements were over, the Republic heroes bid farewell and were on the next shuttle back to the Republic fleet's Carracks Station.

In the canteena, they all sat waiting on Grand Master Satele Shan. Moira's shoulder was twinged a little but it was healing very quickly. Dren was snoring softly at his seat, his drink only half finished. The two Jedi were staring off into emptiness. Looking at her friends and getting bored, Moira nudged Dren's foot. When he woke up, she asked, "So, are you going to ask the Grand Master out when she gets here?"

Dren chuckled and stretched. "Maybe I will. She looks pretty good for her age, whatever it might happen to be."

Moira chuckled at that but a deeper, more tired chuckle came from Alias. "Good luck, Soldier boy. She's a Jedi GRAND MASTER. If there was ever someone who WASN'T going to give in, it's her."

"I dunno;" yawned Dren as he settled back into his seat to try and sleep. "Maybe all she needs is a little Corellian charm."

"Maybe all 'who' needs is a little Corellian charm, Lieutenant Antilles?" came a feminine voice from behind him. Dren froze and everyone grinned, waiting to see how this would work itself out. Dren cleared his throat and said, "We were just talking about a woman who's been playing rather hard to get on my last leave, Grand Master Shan."

The Jedi Grand Master cocked an eyebrow and said, "That's hard to imagine, Lieutenant. Anyhow, I wanted to congratulate you on your successful mission. Cademimu is once again safely a part of the Republic and a Republic task force has been sent to make sure that it will stay that way as long as is wishes to be. You have done very well. Captain Denic, are you healing nicely?"

Moira smiled politely and lifted her glass. "If I keep drinking these, I won't even feel it, Master Satele."

The Grand Master chuckled and then looked at her two star Jedi. With a smile, she laced each of her arms through one of theirs and said, "Come along, gentlemen. I need to speak to you both in private."

She maneuvered them around and froze. A tall, broad shouldered man in uniform with a scarred face stood there. Coolly, Master Satele greeted him with, "Supreme Commander Malcom."

The tall man practically growled, "Grand Master Shan;" before brushing by her and walking up to Dren. The Corellian leaped up and said, "Good evening, Sir."

Supreme Commander Malcom smiled and said, "General Garza has been sending me reports of your work, Lieutenant. You're doing exceptionally well - a model soldier in the special forces."

He proffered his hand to Dren who shook it eagerly. "Thank you, Sir. I do what I can."

Moira was watching with interest. The Corellian looked like a teenager who was meeting his hero and it was quite amusing. Malcom looked down at her and said, "Good evening, Ma'am. How are you?"

Moira stood with a breathtaking smile. "Evening, Supreme Commander. I'm doing very well, thank you. How are you?"

Malcom gave a small smile. "It's always better when I see a beautiful young woman. Anyhow, I'm putting you both up for awards. Captain, I understand you aren't military but there are high civilian honors and, if I have my way, you will get them."

Moira smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir. Will you be there to pin it on my chest yourself?"

"With the greatest of care." he rumbled. Dren's eyes were getting larger and larger and his jaw was opening more and more until he caught Master Satele again talking to her Jedi in a corner and got distracted. Moira winked at Malcom and the salty old soldier sighed and said, "Well I really must be going. Take care - both of you."

Suddenly, Malcom frowned and said, "What are you staring at, soldier?"

Dren's gaze shot back to Malcom and he said, "I'm not really staring at anything, Sir. It's been a long mission and I'm just basically drooling into the distance at nothing."

Malcom narrowed his eyes and growled and said, "Make sure you maintain that professionalism, Lieutenant. Your career is going so well and I would hate for it to suddenly end due to a rash decision."

Dren nodded and said, "Yes, Sir."

Supreme Commander Malcom gave Moira a second polite nod before lumbering off. Dren was dumbstruck as Moira watched Malcom walk away, chuckling and asked, "Did he just verbally reprimand you for staring at Master Satele Shan's ass?"

"I was not-" and Moira cocked an eyebrow. Dren sighed and said, "I'm sure he just wants me to remain professional."

Moira laughed and took his arm, leading him towards the stairs as she said, "No, my friend. That was most definitely protective jealousy. Do you know how I know?"

After an effectual pause, she continued, "Because I see it and hear from Corso Riggs every time I bring a date back to the ship."

Dren looked startled at her. "Surely not..."

Moira nodded and winked. After a moment, Dren frowned and asked, "Um... where are we going?"

"To the room I'm renting out;" she replied nonchalantly. "Why?"

Moira just looked at him and said, "Really? You have to ask. I'm tired and this station is cold and you're very warm. So, I want you to warm me up."

Dren laughed and looped an arm around her shoulder and said, "I'll do what I can, Captain."