Three Months Later

Randon lay on her sleepcouch staring at the ceiling. It was night, and she could not fall asleep. So her thoughts wandered. The first few months there were like nothing Randon had ever experienced before. She liked it there, actually liked it. Not that she showed it. She was afraid, had a young childish fear that if she expressed how she felt something would happen and it would all be taken away. Ever since Lina Randon didn't trust people, and avoided befriendment at all cost. But now…against her better judgment, she was slowly becoming friends with Ty. Though two people couldn't possibly be more different, they went well together.

When Kure was busy with other apprentices they would come together and practice. Randon was doing what Kure had asked her, she was talking, but not to him. To Ty she would go to about everything. Almost everything. There were two things she didn't talk to him about and she would try not to dwell on them long. The first thing was her past. How she lived when she was with DT, which was the name people here called her old master, was not something she wanted to share.

The second thing was her feeling about her new master. Kure. When she was around him her stomach would twist and she would become quiet. She obeyed his every word without complaint. Kure would watch her, then roll his eyes and say her silence annoyed him and that she was difficult. She would just blink in response. Kure had prisoners often. He would torture them, and then release them. At the moment he had two, but Randon had not been assigned to them yet.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Randon sat up in the darkness, heart jumping. "Who's there?" "It's me, Darth Ty." "What do you want?" "In." "Why?" "To talk to you!" "About what?" "Things that are of no importance." "You know our supposed to be asleep." "So are you." "Why aren't you in bed?" "For yoda's sake Darth Randon what is this? Twenty questions? Let me in!" Randon sighed and slid out of bed. She went to the door and opened it.

Ty held a light and it illuminated his smiling face. "Hey." Randon blinked and let him in, and shut the door. "I couldn't sleep." He explained as he sat at the edge of her sleepcouch. "Neither could I." Randon answered. She made her way back to her sleepcouch and stood next to the head of it. "Well, what did you want to talk about?" She wanted to get back in bed, but Ty was on it. For some reason her trust of him swayed as her thoughts drifted to Darth Trilliniouse.

"Did you hear about master's new apprentice?" "No, what about him?" "Her. Her name's Darth Ailana and she's a former Jedi." Ty spat the last word out disgustedly. Randon rose her right eyebrow. "Oh really. Interesting." "Yeah, haven't seen her yet though." Ty shrugged. "What's up with you?" Randon stared at him and shook her head. "Darth Ty, has it occurred to you it's in the middle of the night?" Ty brought the light to his face.

"Yes. Is something wrong Darth Randon?" Randon was quiet lost in thought. Ty reached out to touch her arm and she drew back quickly. "Nothings wrong Darth Ty. Just realized how tired I am." "Oh...Ok." Ty hopped off her sleepcouch. "Guess I'll see you later."

Randon nodded though he couldn't see her due to his back was turned, a result of him walking to the door. Randon didn't bother locking the door after Ty shut it; she just got into her sleepcouch. She realized she was extremely tired so she let sleep take over.

A Year Later

Randon walked rather jauntily down the path, and she wasn't sure why. She stopped and looked around. She was outside the Sith complex and she was to meet Kure to practice combat in a few minutes. Now she was just in taking her surroundings. She saw Darth Ailana with her dragon a couple feet away. Randon frowned, she rather disliked Ailana who seemed confident at every bend the Sith threw at her. One good thing was, she didn't seem to find much favor with their master. Darth Ty was in the opposite direction talking with a servant. Ty was still Randons friend, but they weren't as close as they had been in the beginning.

This was ok with Randon because over the last half year, a small spark of friendship had spurred between Randon….and Kure. That is, as good as friends as a master and apprentice were allowed to be. Randon looked about again till she saw Kure. She continued walking, but made it appear calm and collective. Kure saw her and he nodded, his eyes a light brown.

"Darth Randon." She nodded in return. "Master." How she wished she wished she knew what each emotion those colors of his eyes ment. Now his eyes were green, which she had found out, was there main color. "Alright. Combat. I'll go easy on you." He smirked. Randon raised her right eyebrow. "You do that. I won't."

Kure rolled his eyes and took out his lightsaber, Randon followed suit. Kure breathed in slowly and Randon felt a rush of the Force gather around him. Randon switched her focus. She thought of DT and Lina and the scars on her arms proof of bodily destruction, not only done by herself, and her hate and anger built. Kure made the first move and Randon parried it with much furry.

And thus went the session. Randon put her whole emotion into her motions. Her strikes flowed in sync with his. She anticipated his every move. She could feel his rage and resentment and wondered the reason for such feelings. They both knew when it was over. They deactivated their saber simultaneously. They eased their breath till in came regularly.

Kure ran his fingers through his hair. "Darth Randon, you surprise me. I didn't think you had all that in you." She gazed back at him and blinked. Kure nodded his head absently. "Now we will sit and rest, because I say so." Kure sat on the ground and then laid back. Randon pushed her hair out of her face and sat on the ground beside him. This is what she liked, the quiet time he spent with her master. Actually any time she spent with Kure she enjoyed, even if he was yelling at her and threatening to hurt her. But the quiet times with Kure were her favorite.

After a minute Randon suddenly felt Kure grab her around the waist. He pulled her down and she cried out as she fell against him, her head on his arms her face next to his. Randon kept cool on the outside when inside she was jittery and out of control. He turned his head and smirked. "Finally decided to join me?" "Ha, ha." Kure ran his other hand through his hair again.

They stayed in the same postion for three minutes in silence and then Kure cleared his throat. "Yes master?" Randon turned her head and looked at his profile. His hair tickled her face. Kure clenched his jaw together. "I…I Gotta go." Randon sat up and Kure stood. He looked down at her and then turned on his heels and left.

Randon slowly stood. She looked after him and touched her arms as a chill ran about her body.