A/N: I like this chapter. Thats all I will say. Ok, maybe thats not all I will say. Mua! Torture readers! rubbs hands together evily Wow, I remind myself of my best friend...shudder Anywho, I hope you like!
Randon sat rigidly staring at the wall. Just then the door opened. A Young teenage boy around her age came in. He had dark brown gelled air and a long tan robe on. Jedi Boy Randon thought to herself. She clenched her teeth together and turned her back. She turned her head slightly looking over her shoulder and glanced at him. "What's your name?" He breathed. Randon blinked at him. "Randon. What's it-" She stopped.
He was starring at her strangely. Like….Laylosota had to Kure. "What's your name?" "Tristar." Tristar said. "Are…is...are you comfortable here?" He asked dumbly. Her eyes flashed. I'm a prisoner, of course not! But instead she said. "Don't think it could get better."
A teenage girl came into the cell when she saw Tristar, she made an awkward curtsy. "Erm... Tristar, sir, I don't think you should be..." Tristar jumped. "Vronla. I was sent in here to give the prisoner food and something to drink." He said. Randon turned her back on them and leaned her head against the wall. Vronla watched Randon cautiously, as if she was a cobra ready to strike at a moment's notice.
"Are you sure we're safe standing right here?" she hissed. Tristar glanced at Vronla. "I'm not sure. Why don't you ask her?" He snapped slightly. Randon blinked and lifted her head off the wall slightly. She turned to face them. "I have a question." She stated. "What is it?" Tristar asked. "Why am I here?" Vronla bit her lip. "How am I supposed to know? You're a Sith. They kidnapped you." She bit her lip harder. "Evidently they're trying to make someone mad." Randon bit her lip and blinked.
"Kure.." She whispered. Then she gave a shaky laugh. "Then they really don't know my master at all. He won't be mad." "Evidently Master Laylo doesn't think so. She thinks Kure will be smashing everything in sight. I have evidence. I found this under my pillow when I woke up this morning." She held up the note she had in her hand. Randon came closer. "What does it say?"
She was aware that the Jedi Boy was still staring at her. Yet instead of being annoyed…she rather liked it. "Not sure. It's in a foreign language. I think its Twi'lek. I hear a lot of Sith speak that. It's written in blood." "Let me see it." Randon outstretched her hand. Vronla flinched. "Vron let her see it." Tristar said.
Vronla placed it gingerly in Randon's hand in a quick, dainty movement. Then she recoiled quickly, stepping back three paces. Randon pursed her lips together then looked at the note.
"Dear Saylonina,How are you doing? Well, I hope. My pets do like plump meals. I see your bodyguards. You think they're hidden, but they're not even disguised. Don't worry. I promise not to hurt your precious servants. Just you. Try not to get too worried. It'll all be over soon. Unless, of course, I get back what is rightfully mine. Both of them. Go ahead, test this blood. You already know who I am.
Signed,"
Randon finished. She tossed it back to Vronla and then sat back down.
Vronla watched Randon. "Well, what does it want?" "Why should I tell you!" Randon asked defiantly. Vronla stared at her. "What does... whoever sent this... it... want? Why did they send this? Is it news? Message? Treaty? Threat? Trade?" "Threat of the highest regards." She stated. "Really though, why should I tell you? What do I get in return?"
Vronla shook her head. "Nevermind. Galaxy's sake, Sith never do anything for the sake of doing it." She groaned. Then she got out her comlink. "Krystal. We need you over here." "I would tell you..if I liked you. But you are scared of me, hence reason not to like you." Vronla shrugged. "Your kind hurt me." A blue Twi'lek opened the door. "Vronla? You needed me?"
"Yes. You speak Twi'lek, right?" Krystal rolled her eyes. "What do you think?" She strode past Randon, completely ignoring her. Tristar hung back watching the three. Randon saw him, and walked over to him. Krystal read it out loud. Vronla paled. Randon blinked at Tristar. Tristar smiled. He so wanted to talk to her without everyone here!
"So." Randon said, putting this to Vronla. "So I'm going to warn the queen." She grabbed Krystal's wrist, and started to drag her out of the dungeon. "You chicken!" Krystal protested. She wiggled out of Vronla's grasp. "You go ahead. Flee. I'm staying. She isn't going to bite." "How do you know," Vronla muttered, then left. Tristar held back a sigh. Randon didn't care what they thought of her.
She wanted to talk to Tristar. She touched his arm. "Are you a good Jedi?" She asked him. He didn't flinch or pull back. "What does that mean, 'good Jedi'?" Krystal asked. She brushed her hand against his arm again, and then looked at Krystal. "I mean, are you good at what you do?" "Oh. In that case, I would say he's a very good Jedi." Krystal smiled. "But it also depends on which part of what he does. Jedi seem like multi-taskers to me." Krystal smirked at Tristar.
"Eh." Tristar said back making a face at Krystal. Randon sat down, Tristar sat beside her. "Then its to bad your a Jedi." Randon purposely made her knee touch Tristar's. For some reason, she liked this Jedi Boy. "Hm. I'd say the opposite. It's too bad you're a Sith. Then you wouldn't be... eh... here." Krystal waved her hand to indicate the cell.
"I am here for a reason. Its part of a Sith to be captured by some stupid Jedi." Krystal laughed. "Good thing I'm NOT a Jedi. I'd hate to be at the other end of your compliments." Randon blinked. Tristar looked down. "Well..not all Jedi are stupid." She said taking his hand.
What am I doing? She thought. Then she realized though she had just met him...Randon liked Tristar...alot.
And why cant I do something? No one will care, Kure has a whole fan club of girls. Not only that…but he's a whole planet away. And after this Kure might not even remember me. If I like someone, I have to learn to do something about it.
Krystal winced slightly. "Tristar..." "It's your choice, but... Lunch time." "Yeah, Lunch." Tristar stood. Randon let his hand go. Tristar blushed. "Krystal, can you come help me get her lunch?" "Sure. Darth Randon, do you want a menu? Or should you just tell me what you want?" Krystal felt like a waitress. "Bread is fine." She stated glad to be called by her title. Tristar got up and got out of the room. "Sure. Wheat? Light? Dagobah? Garlic? Buttered?" Randon blinked.
"Who cares." She stated.
Tristar opened the cell door as they returned. "Here." He said putting the cup down. Randon blinked. With a sheepish grin, Krystal set down the overloaded tray on a bench in the corner. Randon looked confused at the tray. "I-.." She stopped. She gritted her teeth together. Tristar watched her every move. Tristar jumped and looked at the wall.
Randon awkwardly reached out her hand toward the fruit. Tristar bit his lips together and leaned against the wall. Randon touched the food, then dropped her hand. "Eat, for heaven's sake. I'm not going to sit in this dungeon all day, even if you do." Randon bit her outer lip. She eat slowly. Tristar looked back at her. Krystal shifted her weight nervously. "It's cold down here, do you want me to get you some blankets or something?" Randon shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Tristar asked."Yes." Krystal shrugged. "Suit yourself." Then she called Vronla on her comlink. "Run down here with some blankets, will you?" Tristar smiled to Krystal. Randon pushed the tray away with half the food still on. Krystal picked it up. She went to the door, where Vronla stood. She took the blankets, and passed Vronla the tray.
She returned to where Randon sat, and piled the blankets on a bench. "It's very cold at night on Ethtenchartea." Randon stared coldly at the blanket. Then with her steely glare she looked up at them both. She swallowed hard then said two words that seemed as if they were causing her pain. "Thank you." Krystal's eyes widened slightly. "That's fine. No trouble at all." Tristar blinked and smiled slightly in surprise.
Randon drew in a breath. She reached for the blanket and put it around her shoulders. "Why..?" She asked. "Why what?" "Why are you being so...nice to me?" "I still don't understand. Why wouldn't we be nice? What would we gain by being mean?" "Well, I'm a Sith...your enemy.. You're supposed to be mean to me."
"Not where I come from." Randon sighed. "Forget it." She shivered and pulled the blanket closer around her. "Sure." Krystal got up. "I'll stay if you want, but I'm getting the feeling Tristar would rather." She winked. Tristar blushed. Randon smirked. "You can leave." Krystal left.