"How did it go, my lord?" Quinn asked upon Xy'liah's and Vette's arrival.

"What, didn't you listen in on us?" Xy'liah replied as she took off her gloves.

"I actually was occupied with something unexpected and personal."

Xy'liah stopped and raised an eyebrow at Quinn while Vette took the quick opportunity to slip past the two to her quarters. She flashed the Captain an "Oooo" look before running off. She knew Xy'liah didn't take kindly to slackers. The Sith Lord had made that very clear during Vette's first week aboard the Fury. She had threatened multiple times whenever the twi'lek was caught slacking off to put back the shock collar she had taken off of her during their time together on Dromund Kaas. Vette detested the rule at first, but soon learned to tolerate it. After all, their motto was work hard, play hard and that was just what the Sith Lord did right after they left Dromund Kaas. Hmm…I wonder what the Captain is up to…Between the two of them, Vette had always guessed herself to be the one that Xy'liah yelled at the most for lack of work or ignoring her post. Had the Captain actually forgotten their Sith Lord's rule? Or was he outright defying her for whatever reason he saw fit?

Vette stopped a little midway down the hall, far enough to not be seen, but close enough to still hear.

"Did I hear you right, Quinn? Were you ignoring your duties and post?" she heard Xy'liah said.

"No, my lord, I was not ignoring my post or duties-"

"But you weren't doing them either?"

"….It's not what it looks like-"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear when I said that I will not tolerate such behaviors. When you are here, you are here to work. You are not here to take care of your personal duties!"

"But my lord-"

"Maybe I have been too lax on this rule or maybe after your other little voyages you think it appropriate to pursue more. Perhaps that was my mistake. I'm not unreasonable unlike most Sith, but I can see that rewarding you for your behavior has gotten to your head."

"My lord, please-"

"Perhaps I shouldn't have let you go at all? Maybe then, you wouldn't think it appropriate to go over my head and to put other personal matters before your duties! I thought you better than that, Quinn! I can see why Moff Broysc did what he did."

"MY LORD!"

The room went silent. Vette's eyes widened at the sound of the voice. Had the Captain lost his mind? Not only did he defy his duties, but he yelled at the Sith Lord! A Sith Lord! Did he want to get himself killed? There were a few minutes of silence and Vette wondered what exactly was going on. Maybe she was choking him right now? Maybe he was already dead?

"You raised your voice at me, Captain? You are treading on very thin ice," came the Sith's voice. It was low, but Vette could still hear the anger between the words spoken. Not to mention the deep breaths she took in an effort to calm herself down.

"My lord, I would never defy you nor ignore my duties, but I am dealing with a situation that's getting out of hand. I was at my post and ready to contact you to check up on your progress when Moff Broysc contacted the ship and was incensed to find me at the helm. Ever since then, he's been sending recorded messages every few minutes that are progressively more nonsensical. He's always been scattered and aggressive, but now he seemed completely unhinged. The recordings piled up quickly to the point where it disrupted operations and distracted me from my duties. When I did find the opportunity to contact you, you were already onboard."

"The next time he comes calling, I will speak with the man."

"I would appreciate that, my lord. Tens of thousands of soldiers and some of our most critical campaigns are at the mercy of his command."

"That man is a liability."

"I find myself agreeing with you."

"Patch me through to Baras."

"Right away, my lord."

Vette heard the Captain's boots walked off toward the bridge room and took the opportunity to emerge from her listening spot.

She found Xy'liah standing where she was when she had first left the room, hands on her hips and deep in thoughts.

"I swear sometimes you guys sound like a married couple," she said to break the silence.

Xy'liah looked up at her companion.

"Ugh, I can never be with anyone of his kind," she said with a hint of disgust in her voice. "They're nothing, but idiots. All of them. And I don't relish the thought of being tied down to a desk in Dromund Kaas."

"Dromund Kaas isn't that bad, apprentice," said the familiar metallic voice. The two turned to see Baras' image on holo. "I'm so glad you called me. I was just about to contact you with news."

Xy'liah rolled her eyes and gave Vette a dreaded look before walking off to talk to her master. Vette quickly ducked out once more toward the bridge.

When she entered the cockpit, Quinn took no notice of her as he went about his business around the place. She watched him for a while as she slipped into the co-pilot's chair before attempting to make conversation yet again.

"So-"

"Shouldn't you be working?" he said without looking at her as he double checked something on his datapad.

"Baras called."

"I know."

"I—"

"Please do not disturb me while I am working."

Vette frowned as the Captain continued double checking his datapad with the ship's data. She definitely didn't want to be working and she definitely didn't want to go out there and stand around, listening while Xy'liah took orders from Baras though it is pretty amusing at times. She opened her mouth and attempted one last time to spark a conversation before resorting to work, "I heard you guys kissed."

She watched the Captain froze in his tracks as the hair on his neck stood up. His ears perked up and he slowly turned toward the twi'lek. Gotcha! Vette smiled at the dumbfounded look the Captain wore, quite proud of herself.

"Where are you getting your sources from?"

"I overheard Xy'liah talking before we landed on Nar Shaddaa."

"To whom?"

Vette shrugged, "Not sure. I couldn't hear much after that. Anyways, how was it? Were her lips soft? Was it romantic? Who kissed who? Who started it? Probably her, huh? I don't think you would have the guts to kiss her anyways."

Quinn frowned at the questions. Great…now Vette knew. No doubt she'll be bothering him with questions about it for weeks and just when he decided to put it behind him.

"I want to know how it happened!" she exclaimed when no answer came.

"I don't believe this is any of your business."

"Do you like her? Do you love her? Are you guys going to get married now? I really hope your kids don't come out as monotonous as you are. Can you imagine what they would look like? They'd be so adorable! Little Siths running around, causing chaos and destruction. What are you going to name them?"

Quinn clenched his teeth and fists as anger filled him up. He was getting quite annoyed with all of Vette's excessive chatter. Why had Xy'liah taken off that damn shock collar? Wasn't she annoyed by her too? He closed his eyes in an attempt to remain calm and drowned out her endless questions, but it seemed to do no good.

"Hmm do you think she'll take on your name? Lord Xy'liah Quinn…Xy'liah Quinn. Nah, why would she when her name is better known? She'll probably make you take hers! Malavai Kazama! Can you imagine that?"

"That's enough badgering the Captain, Vette," came the familiar voice.

Quinn and Vette whirled around to see Xy'liah standing at the entrance of the bridge. She was fully armored once more as she stood staring at them with her amber eyes.

"Head for Hutta," she commanded.

"Right away, my lord," said Quinn immediately reaching for the navigation.

As he worked, Xy'liah turned and gave Vette one last warning glance before walking out of the bridge room.