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Kenotahn sighed softly in his meditative state, quite, almost unbearably, aware of the presence of the dark Jedi just opposite of him. The one called Darth Cloudious had been observing him for nearly a half an hour, and it was beginning to become nervewracking. Finally, the Jedi opened his striking golden eyes and gazed at the equally luminous eyes of the command ship's leader. "Yes?" he asked with a sigh, raking a hand through his untrimmed hair. "I was beginning to wonder if you had noticed my presence. Why are you on my ship?" Ramious was blunt and to the point; he didn't enjoy pleasantries as much as the other, patient leaders. "That is something I cannot tell." "Who the hell do you think you are, Kenotahn? If it involves your master, Eimur, then you needen't worry, since I was the one who allowed him to escape in the first place." "No kidding, Ramious. I kind of figured that. Fine, I'll tell you just so you'll let me be. I was hoping to go to the Death Star in an attempt to help Master Eimur. That is all." "He's infultrating the Death Star? The fool...!" There was slight surprise in Ramious' tone. "Yes. He instructed me in what to do if we should meet before he had a chance to contact you. Take this ship and help us! I know you want to rebel! This way, you can save the lives of many as well as gain your freedom!" "You're insane! I won't endanger my crew for my God damned wants and desires. Fuck yeah I want rebel, most everybody knows it, but I'm not putting the lives of my soldiers in danger!" "You're considerate. A fine quality that would make a fine Jedi of the light side... If you weren't so damned stubborn it'd be better, though. Think about it. You could end this war right here and now!" "Maybe. It's not as if I don't wanna take you up on your offer, I'm just not going to force my soldiers to their ultimate destruction." "Think it over. I'm sure you'll come to the correct decision." With that, Kenothan once again closed his eyes, and began to meditate. "Damn Jedi for their ability to cut off conversations..." muttered Ramious before unlocking the door and stepping out before locking it again, heading towards his own chambers, deeply immersed in his own thoughts. ~*~ Eimur was bored. It had been almost three hours since they had gone into hyper space, and there were very few people to talk to. Well, very few who wouldn't bite his head off for disturbing them. He groaned softly rolling over on his hard bed and shaking his head, sighing heavily. "I don't see WHY I was brought on this mission; Obi Wan is training Luke, not me." It was a complaint, which was very rare among Jedi. He felt a sudden, soft jolt, and smiled faintly before blinking in surprise and clinging to the edge of the bed just before the ship around him shook fiercely. With a groan, he rolled off his bed, forgetting his discarded robes, leaving him in only his normal Jedi garb, and dashed quickly towards the bridge, grabbing on to things along the way when sudden jostles shook the ship. He finally made it, and glanced out the pilot window solemnly. "Alderaan's gone?" "Yes..." replied Obi Wan, shaking his head. "Whatya mean it's gone?! Planets don't just vanish!" inserted Han, manuevering the ship the best he could. "This is the work of the Empire... Their ultimate weapon must be near..." Eimur's tone was distant, along with his expression as he gazed out the window. "I do believe you are right... Empirial fighters approach." "Well... If they're gonna take my ship, they aint takin us too!!" With that, Han dashed off down the hall. ~*~ Ramious sighed in his seat, eyes closed, and obviously deep in thought. His thoughts had been swimmin in the various and disadvantages of taking the Jedi up on his offer for many hours now, and he finally arrived at a solution that would have very little side affects. The Dark Jedi was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice one of his gaurds leave his position by the door to his quarters. He didn't even move as his personal gaurd Griggs approached his seat before kneeling before it. That was when he opened his eyes to gaze down at the other man. "Sir... I havn't seen you so immersed in your thoughts before. May I ask to know what is on your mind, M'lord?" he asked, sounding quite formal, even to the dark lord's ears. "...You don't have to call me that anymore, Griggs. I'm just Ramious now..." Ramious stood as he said this, indicating that the other should rise. "I am leaving the Empire. I will announce it, and tell all those who do not wish to come with me to leave the ship immediately." "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to come to your senses, Sir," replied Griggs, smirking, his tone hinting towards a second meaning. "Though I am surprised that it happened so abruptly..." "Just shut up and open the comm!" Ramious said, laughingly, indicating the view screen before quitely adding, "Perverted soldier..." The soldier nodded, chuckling lightly as well, before wandering over to the communications control and opening all onboard channels. He saluted to Ramious, nodding towards the screen before backing away out of view. At the same time, the Dark Jedi appraoched the screen, standing tall before it, before beginning to speak to his crew. "Men... I have an announcement to make. I know this may come as a shock to you, since no one but my personal escorts know me very well, but I am leaving the Empire. It's been a pleasure serving with you, and I have an option for those who still wish to be with me, serving under me. I am taking this ship and whoever will follow me to the Rebellion where we will fight for the rights which have been denied most of us for much of our lives. All those who do not wish to accompany me will report to the hangars and leave this ship in twelve hours at the latest. That is all." "Well said." Griggs switched off the moniter before removing his helmet, his short, chestnut colored hair shinning slightly in the pale light of the room. "Thank you. Head towards the Death Star. We're going to support this Millenium Falcon and those onboard. Let prisoner number 562 out of his cell and escort him to my chambers as well, would you?" "Aye, sir. I'll get the tailors working on new uniforms for the crew." "Good idea. White with tan trim if you can. It seems so much less depressing." "Yessir." Griggs grinned faintly before bustling out the door, becoming wrapped up in a large amount of preparations to be accomplished. 'Now that I'm gone, surrounded by those loyal to me, and becoming a fighter in the Rebellion, I no longer feel the fear I once did towards Palpatine. He's left a scar, but it will cause me pain no more,' Ramious thought, sighing and settling back into his seat with a slight smile; he was content at last. ~*~ Eimur held his breath as the sound of booted feet echoed over head for e brief instant before passing. He nodded to Han, whom he was with in the smuggling compartment, and they both lifted the hatch, climbing out and immediately tapping the other compartments as a signal for them to also come out. The ex-Jedi sensed a gaurd comming their way and immediately prepared to ambush the unsuspecting soldier. The gaurd passed and then immediately crumpled to the floor as Eimur's hand connected with his neck, knocking him unconcious. "Well. It seems I've got my disguise," he stated before dropping his robes in an empty compartment and disdainfully slipping the uniform on over his tunic. He wrinkled his nose is distaste before slipping the helmet on as well. He glanced back and forth before nodding to the others, picking up the soldier's discarded blaster rifle and trudged down the hall, seeming to look for anything out of the ordinary, when in fact he was eying the other soldiers, in hopes of finding one alone an secluded. Eimur found one, and immediately knocked him out, easily carrying him back to the others, giving Han a disguise as well. "Good job, Mr. Jedi. Now, see if you can pick off another so Luke and Obi Wan can wear something,"Han suggested, looking himself over before nodding his approval. "I don't need a disguise. I will be going alone to attend to my own business," replied Obi Wan. "There's no more gaurds on board, and I heard something about them loading something or other onto the ship in a couple minutes. We'll ambush the loaders then make our way from there," Eimur added, glancing back and forth to make sure they still were undiscovered. "A'ight. Me an' Luke'll take care of that. You guys stay here, k?" Han commanded, immediately taking the leader role. "Right. Careful, though. You don't know how many are out there watching the ship." Sometime later, the whole crew except for Kenobi, the two droids and Chewie were outfitted for the mission getting their ship free of the tractor beam was keeping them imprisoned within the Death Star. Han nodded towards the communications tower just above their heads and the group immediately trudged towards the lift and took it up, leaving Eimur at the entrance to stop anybody from comming in. 'This is going to be a LONG day...' Eimur groaned mentally, shaking his head. ~*~ The silver-haired Jedi trudged down the busy halls of the command ship, looking about in confusion as soldiers laughed and joked freely about things that would surely get them executed if they were reported. He glanced at his escort, his brows still scrunched slightly, and his eyes asking for answers. Griggs merely grinned and shook his head, watching the tailor speed past with a hover cart covered in boxes which were undoubtably filled with the new uniforms. "Ramious has taken the first step towards freedom. He broke away from the Empire." Kenotahn's eyes went wide with shock, barely noticing that his mouth was agape. "I didn't think he'd actually DO IT!!" Griggs chuckled and patted him on the back, shaking his head. "Ramious has been plotting rebellion for many years. You're really not the reason he rebelled, either. The only reason was becuase his crew was going to stand behind him, his commanding officers were busy, and the ship just got refueled. We're basically set to confront a large number of enemies at any time. He found an oportune chance to break away, that's all." "Still! I didn't think that he'd actually do it! It's amazing..." "Isn't it? He's having the ship repainted, as well. Platinum silver.... wonderful color. Well, we're here. Please enter." Griggs stopped before a door crested with the winding form of a dragon, it's polished steel making it stand out against the bleak corridors. "You're not comming?" asked Kenotahn as he stepped through the open doors, only to have them slide shut behind him as an answer. "I suppose not..." Kenotahn swallowed slightly, nervously, as the chair across the room from him slowly turned, revealing the commanding officer of the first Star Destroyer to ever break away from the Empire. He steadily matched gazes with the other man, noting that they glowed with an inner power that had not been there before, one directly related to being free. A smile tugged briefly at Ramious' lips before it dissapeared, almost going unnoticed by the other Jedi. Almost. "What's so amusing?" Kenotahn asked, slightly indignant. "Nothing, nothing at all. I was just running over the occurances of the past day or so since your arrival on my ship..."replied the dark Jedi, resting an elbow upon his thigh and his chin upon his hand, gazing intently at Kenotahn. "You have stirred up a large amount of trouble, Kenotahn. Not for me, of course, but the Empire's gonna be pissed." The other Jedi chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I don't care much. They've practically hated me all my life... Why did you summon me here? Are you in need of my services?" "Maybe... We need to time our jump in hyperspace just right... So that when that ship is in need of a lift or cover, we can give it. I need a second opinion." "Ah... I'd say... we need to head out in aproximately thirty minutes. Thirty at the most, twenty five at the least." "Yes... that's what I've estimated as well... You're skills seem quite well developed for a Padawan learner." "I only have to undertake the trials. I will not degrade myself below the title of 'Jedi Knight' since my skills are of the same calibur." He chuckled, shaking his head, his mouth turning up in a smirk. "I expected you to say something like that. Your teacher was Mace Windu, was he not?" "You are correct. I'm surprised, you do your homework." Ramious slowly stood and strode down the metal steps, his jointed, steel boots clinking quietly on them before he appraoched Kenotahn, stopping only when he was a few inches away. "I do it well. I have been taught efficiency since I was very young, and strategy as well. I'd watch you're tongue while on my ship..." His voice was low, and the threat devoid of venom or malice; he almost sounded... insincere. "Excuse my disrespect." Kenotahn searched the other man's features, looking for something he knew was there, and dreaded, yet he could not find a trace of it in the other man's expression. "I have not had to use manners for quite some time." "Learn to use them... they come in quite handy." Kenotahn suddenly realised that the distance between them had been closed and their faces were dangerously close. He drew in a shuddering breath and swallowed nervously as his eyes travelled from the other man's, to his lips, back to the crimson orbs once again. A horrid, nerve-wracking silence stretched between them, as Ramious lips drew nearer his own, yet he did not draw away, for his pride was far too large to allow him to back down from even a challenge of this sort, even though the Jedi code ordered him to back away from this foolish deed. "You're tense. Calm down... I won't do anything to you without your consent..." Ramious murmured, his lips barely a breath away from the other man's, his eyes never leaving Kenotahn's. "This isn't just lust..." The heart of the youngest of the two hammered in his chest at those words, his breath catching in his throat. Could this man actually LOVE him? It was difficult to imagine, considering they had only met a few times before this occasion when Ramious had had leave to visit Eimur for 'treatments'. The two of them would meditate and attempt to balance the dark Jedi's mind to keep him both sane, and from slipping further down the path of the dark side. When the Commander wasn't with Eimur, he'd spend time with Kenotahn, who was only a year younger, and they would talk about many things which they couldn't discuss with the older Master Jedi. He was dragged from his thoughts as their lips brushed together, causing him to shudder slightly at the touch, his eyes fluttering in delight at the small and unexpected touch. He turned his attention back to Ramious, who was smiling, truly smiling, a small grin which erased years from his face and made him look kind and considerate. The other Jedi actually looked almost his age for once, not like he was thirty or forty. A small smile tugged at the corners of Kenotahn's lips as he gazed at the twin braids on either side of the older Jedi's face. 'ALMOST his age...' he thought with a mental snicker, before saying aloud, "...You need a new hair-style... That one makes you look like a kid..." With that, he pressed their lips more firmly together, massaging Ramious' lovingly with his own in a gentle kiss.He felt the older man groan softly, slowly wraping his arms around Kenotahn's waist and pulling him closer. The other Jedi returned the embrace, slipping his arms under Ramious' and breaking the kiss to rest his head on the older man's shoulder and closed his amber eyes in content, feeling calloused hand slowly trace patterns upon his back. "I love you... I want you to know that..." murmured the deep voice of the dark lord, his eyes closed and his body unknowingly rocking them to and fro. "I don't just know that... I share your feelings. I know that now, Ei Crella Tai... I love you..." ~*~ He growled softly in disgust, running a gloved hand through the knee-deep, digustingly murky waters of the trash compactors. Eimur glowered at Han Solo as he raised his blaster at the frustrating, armored door. "Dammit, no many how many times you shoot it it's gonna reflect of there and probably end up killing somebody! Let's just figure out another way to get outta here before they turn on the compactors..." growled Eimur, glancing at Luke. "Think you can get those droids to help unlock the door?" "Maybe..." He switched on the small comm unit and held it up to his mouth. "Threepio? Are you there? Threepio! Dammit, where can he be?!" "The world may never know..." growled Eimur, rolling his eyes in slight disgust at the droid. "It's not as if he has anything better to do anyways..." "Well, obviously he does! That's the last time I ever trust droids!" growled Han, plopping grumpily down on a mound of garbage. "Let's just find a way to get out of here!" retorted the exaspirated Princess Leia of Alderaan who had just recently joined their company. "Well excuse me, your worship! I don't see any way of getting out of here, do you?" Han's tone was dripping with sarcasm. "Alright, chilrdren, play nicely. You need to have a cool head when thinking, not a hot one. So, just cool your power couplinks and actually think instead of harping at one another!" Eimur was obviously fed up with the two's antics. "I don't see you doing anything, mister.... what was your name again?" retorted Leia, glaring at him. "Eimur. And I am thinking of a way to get us the fuck outta here instead of wasting my time shooting at a reflective door and arguing like you!" The princess glowered a few seconds longer before huffing and turning from him, moving towards a corner of the room to seethe quietly. Han snorted and turned his gaze to glare menacingly at the polluted water beneath him, as if it would yield to his gaze. "Damn, this sucks... you'd think they'd clean these things every once and a while..." the smuggler growled, spitting at the brown fluid. Eimur's eyes snapped to Luke, about ready to warn the young man, before he was jerked down bellow the surface. The Jedi leapt to his feet, searching franticly for the other as the rest followed his example, hands combing through the water while Eimur instructed them towards Luke's position using the force. Suddenly, the young man surfaced, gasping and thrashing around, attempting to dislodge the thing from it's position around his leg. Han almost immediately reacted, drawing his blaster and carefully aiming before firing, singing the creature which then pulled Luke underwater once again. Again the team searched the filthy mess, their hope dissipating with each passing second before Luke surfaced a second time, gasping for air and spitting up water, a look of surprise on his features. "What happened?" cried Leia as she watched him splutter. "What happened?" "I dunno! It just let go of me and dissapeared!" replied Luke, glancing warily about at the water, his hair damp and disgustingly filthy from the unexpected dunk. The group glanced about as a metalic grinding followed by a loud 'thunk' caught their attention, five pairs of eyes glancing around the chamber. Han started shifting from one foot to the other as he watched the walls, tense enough to break a bone. "I've got a bad feeling about this..." he informed them his eyes darting about as Chewbaca yowled his agreement. Suddenly, the metal around them squealed loudly as the thick, steel walls began to head towards one another, crunching all in their way. The group panicked, each grabbing something in futile hopes to stop the compactors while Luke tried repeatedly to reach the droids. "This just gets better and better, doesn't it?!" growled Eimur as he helped Han and Leia brace the walls with a large steel beam.
Kenotahn sighed softly in his meditative state, quite, almost unbearably, aware of the presence of the dark Jedi just opposite of him. The one called Darth Cloudious had been observing him for nearly a half an hour, and it was beginning to become nervewracking. Finally, the Jedi opened his striking golden eyes and gazed at the equally luminous eyes of the command ship's leader. "Yes?" he asked with a sigh, raking a hand through his untrimmed hair. "I was beginning to wonder if you had noticed my presence. Why are you on my ship?" Ramious was blunt and to the point; he didn't enjoy pleasantries as much as the other, patient leaders. "That is something I cannot tell." "Who the hell do you think you are, Kenotahn? If it involves your master, Eimur, then you needen't worry, since I was the one who allowed him to escape in the first place." "No kidding, Ramious. I kind of figured that. Fine, I'll tell you just so you'll let me be. I was hoping to go to the Death Star in an attempt to help Master Eimur. That is all." "He's infultrating the Death Star? The fool...!" There was slight surprise in Ramious' tone. "Yes. He instructed me in what to do if we should meet before he had a chance to contact you. Take this ship and help us! I know you want to rebel! This way, you can save the lives of many as well as gain your freedom!" "You're insane! I won't endanger my crew for my God damned wants and desires. Fuck yeah I want rebel, most everybody knows it, but I'm not putting the lives of my soldiers in danger!" "You're considerate. A fine quality that would make a fine Jedi of the light side... If you weren't so damned stubborn it'd be better, though. Think about it. You could end this war right here and now!" "Maybe. It's not as if I don't wanna take you up on your offer, I'm just not going to force my soldiers to their ultimate destruction." "Think it over. I'm sure you'll come to the correct decision." With that, Kenothan once again closed his eyes, and began to meditate. "Damn Jedi for their ability to cut off conversations..." muttered Ramious before unlocking the door and stepping out before locking it again, heading towards his own chambers, deeply immersed in his own thoughts. ~*~ Eimur was bored. It had been almost three hours since they had gone into hyper space, and there were very few people to talk to. Well, very few who wouldn't bite his head off for disturbing them. He groaned softly rolling over on his hard bed and shaking his head, sighing heavily. "I don't see WHY I was brought on this mission; Obi Wan is training Luke, not me." It was a complaint, which was very rare among Jedi. He felt a sudden, soft jolt, and smiled faintly before blinking in surprise and clinging to the edge of the bed just before the ship around him shook fiercely. With a groan, he rolled off his bed, forgetting his discarded robes, leaving him in only his normal Jedi garb, and dashed quickly towards the bridge, grabbing on to things along the way when sudden jostles shook the ship. He finally made it, and glanced out the pilot window solemnly. "Alderaan's gone?" "Yes..." replied Obi Wan, shaking his head. "Whatya mean it's gone?! Planets don't just vanish!" inserted Han, manuevering the ship the best he could. "This is the work of the Empire... Their ultimate weapon must be near..." Eimur's tone was distant, along with his expression as he gazed out the window. "I do believe you are right... Empirial fighters approach." "Well... If they're gonna take my ship, they aint takin us too!!" With that, Han dashed off down the hall. ~*~ Ramious sighed in his seat, eyes closed, and obviously deep in thought. His thoughts had been swimmin in the various and disadvantages of taking the Jedi up on his offer for many hours now, and he finally arrived at a solution that would have very little side affects. The Dark Jedi was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice one of his gaurds leave his position by the door to his quarters. He didn't even move as his personal gaurd Griggs approached his seat before kneeling before it. That was when he opened his eyes to gaze down at the other man. "Sir... I havn't seen you so immersed in your thoughts before. May I ask to know what is on your mind, M'lord?" he asked, sounding quite formal, even to the dark lord's ears. "...You don't have to call me that anymore, Griggs. I'm just Ramious now..." Ramious stood as he said this, indicating that the other should rise. "I am leaving the Empire. I will announce it, and tell all those who do not wish to come with me to leave the ship immediately." "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to come to your senses, Sir," replied Griggs, smirking, his tone hinting towards a second meaning. "Though I am surprised that it happened so abruptly..." "Just shut up and open the comm!" Ramious said, laughingly, indicating the view screen before quitely adding, "Perverted soldier..." The soldier nodded, chuckling lightly as well, before wandering over to the communications control and opening all onboard channels. He saluted to Ramious, nodding towards the screen before backing away out of view. At the same time, the Dark Jedi appraoched the screen, standing tall before it, before beginning to speak to his crew. "Men... I have an announcement to make. I know this may come as a shock to you, since no one but my personal escorts know me very well, but I am leaving the Empire. It's been a pleasure serving with you, and I have an option for those who still wish to be with me, serving under me. I am taking this ship and whoever will follow me to the Rebellion where we will fight for the rights which have been denied most of us for much of our lives. All those who do not wish to accompany me will report to the hangars and leave this ship in twelve hours at the latest. That is all." "Well said." Griggs switched off the moniter before removing his helmet, his short, chestnut colored hair shinning slightly in the pale light of the room. "Thank you. Head towards the Death Star. We're going to support this Millenium Falcon and those onboard. Let prisoner number 562 out of his cell and escort him to my chambers as well, would you?" "Aye, sir. I'll get the tailors working on new uniforms for the crew." "Good idea. White with tan trim if you can. It seems so much less depressing." "Yessir." Griggs grinned faintly before bustling out the door, becoming wrapped up in a large amount of preparations to be accomplished. 'Now that I'm gone, surrounded by those loyal to me, and becoming a fighter in the Rebellion, I no longer feel the fear I once did towards Palpatine. He's left a scar, but it will cause me pain no more,' Ramious thought, sighing and settling back into his seat with a slight smile; he was content at last. ~*~ Eimur held his breath as the sound of booted feet echoed over head for e brief instant before passing. He nodded to Han, whom he was with in the smuggling compartment, and they both lifted the hatch, climbing out and immediately tapping the other compartments as a signal for them to also come out. The ex-Jedi sensed a gaurd comming their way and immediately prepared to ambush the unsuspecting soldier. The gaurd passed and then immediately crumpled to the floor as Eimur's hand connected with his neck, knocking him unconcious. "Well. It seems I've got my disguise," he stated before dropping his robes in an empty compartment and disdainfully slipping the uniform on over his tunic. He wrinkled his nose is distaste before slipping the helmet on as well. He glanced back and forth before nodding to the others, picking up the soldier's discarded blaster rifle and trudged down the hall, seeming to look for anything out of the ordinary, when in fact he was eying the other soldiers, in hopes of finding one alone an secluded. Eimur found one, and immediately knocked him out, easily carrying him back to the others, giving Han a disguise as well. "Good job, Mr. Jedi. Now, see if you can pick off another so Luke and Obi Wan can wear something,"Han suggested, looking himself over before nodding his approval. "I don't need a disguise. I will be going alone to attend to my own business," replied Obi Wan. "There's no more gaurds on board, and I heard something about them loading something or other onto the ship in a couple minutes. We'll ambush the loaders then make our way from there," Eimur added, glancing back and forth to make sure they still were undiscovered. "A'ight. Me an' Luke'll take care of that. You guys stay here, k?" Han commanded, immediately taking the leader role. "Right. Careful, though. You don't know how many are out there watching the ship." Sometime later, the whole crew except for Kenobi, the two droids and Chewie were outfitted for the mission getting their ship free of the tractor beam was keeping them imprisoned within the Death Star. Han nodded towards the communications tower just above their heads and the group immediately trudged towards the lift and took it up, leaving Eimur at the entrance to stop anybody from comming in. 'This is going to be a LONG day...' Eimur groaned mentally, shaking his head. ~*~ The silver-haired Jedi trudged down the busy halls of the command ship, looking about in confusion as soldiers laughed and joked freely about things that would surely get them executed if they were reported. He glanced at his escort, his brows still scrunched slightly, and his eyes asking for answers. Griggs merely grinned and shook his head, watching the tailor speed past with a hover cart covered in boxes which were undoubtably filled with the new uniforms. "Ramious has taken the first step towards freedom. He broke away from the Empire." Kenotahn's eyes went wide with shock, barely noticing that his mouth was agape. "I didn't think he'd actually DO IT!!" Griggs chuckled and patted him on the back, shaking his head. "Ramious has been plotting rebellion for many years. You're really not the reason he rebelled, either. The only reason was becuase his crew was going to stand behind him, his commanding officers were busy, and the ship just got refueled. We're basically set to confront a large number of enemies at any time. He found an oportune chance to break away, that's all." "Still! I didn't think that he'd actually do it! It's amazing..." "Isn't it? He's having the ship repainted, as well. Platinum silver.... wonderful color. Well, we're here. Please enter." Griggs stopped before a door crested with the winding form of a dragon, it's polished steel making it stand out against the bleak corridors. "You're not comming?" asked Kenotahn as he stepped through the open doors, only to have them slide shut behind him as an answer. "I suppose not..." Kenotahn swallowed slightly, nervously, as the chair across the room from him slowly turned, revealing the commanding officer of the first Star Destroyer to ever break away from the Empire. He steadily matched gazes with the other man, noting that they glowed with an inner power that had not been there before, one directly related to being free. A smile tugged briefly at Ramious' lips before it dissapeared, almost going unnoticed by the other Jedi. Almost. "What's so amusing?" Kenotahn asked, slightly indignant. "Nothing, nothing at all. I was just running over the occurances of the past day or so since your arrival on my ship..."replied the dark Jedi, resting an elbow upon his thigh and his chin upon his hand, gazing intently at Kenotahn. "You have stirred up a large amount of trouble, Kenotahn. Not for me, of course, but the Empire's gonna be pissed." The other Jedi chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I don't care much. They've practically hated me all my life... Why did you summon me here? Are you in need of my services?" "Maybe... We need to time our jump in hyperspace just right... So that when that ship is in need of a lift or cover, we can give it. I need a second opinion." "Ah... I'd say... we need to head out in aproximately thirty minutes. Thirty at the most, twenty five at the least." "Yes... that's what I've estimated as well... You're skills seem quite well developed for a Padawan learner." "I only have to undertake the trials. I will not degrade myself below the title of 'Jedi Knight' since my skills are of the same calibur." He chuckled, shaking his head, his mouth turning up in a smirk. "I expected you to say something like that. Your teacher was Mace Windu, was he not?" "You are correct. I'm surprised, you do your homework." Ramious slowly stood and strode down the metal steps, his jointed, steel boots clinking quietly on them before he appraoched Kenotahn, stopping only when he was a few inches away. "I do it well. I have been taught efficiency since I was very young, and strategy as well. I'd watch you're tongue while on my ship..." His voice was low, and the threat devoid of venom or malice; he almost sounded... insincere. "Excuse my disrespect." Kenotahn searched the other man's features, looking for something he knew was there, and dreaded, yet he could not find a trace of it in the other man's expression. "I have not had to use manners for quite some time." "Learn to use them... they come in quite handy." Kenotahn suddenly realised that the distance between them had been closed and their faces were dangerously close. He drew in a shuddering breath and swallowed nervously as his eyes travelled from the other man's, to his lips, back to the crimson orbs once again. A horrid, nerve-wracking silence stretched between them, as Ramious lips drew nearer his own, yet he did not draw away, for his pride was far too large to allow him to back down from even a challenge of this sort, even though the Jedi code ordered him to back away from this foolish deed. "You're tense. Calm down... I won't do anything to you without your consent..." Ramious murmured, his lips barely a breath away from the other man's, his eyes never leaving Kenotahn's. "This isn't just lust..." The heart of the youngest of the two hammered in his chest at those words, his breath catching in his throat. Could this man actually LOVE him? It was difficult to imagine, considering they had only met a few times before this occasion when Ramious had had leave to visit Eimur for 'treatments'. The two of them would meditate and attempt to balance the dark Jedi's mind to keep him both sane, and from slipping further down the path of the dark side. When the Commander wasn't with Eimur, he'd spend time with Kenotahn, who was only a year younger, and they would talk about many things which they couldn't discuss with the older Master Jedi. He was dragged from his thoughts as their lips brushed together, causing him to shudder slightly at the touch, his eyes fluttering in delight at the small and unexpected touch. He turned his attention back to Ramious, who was smiling, truly smiling, a small grin which erased years from his face and made him look kind and considerate. The other Jedi actually looked almost his age for once, not like he was thirty or forty. A small smile tugged at the corners of Kenotahn's lips as he gazed at the twin braids on either side of the older Jedi's face. 'ALMOST his age...' he thought with a mental snicker, before saying aloud, "...You need a new hair-style... That one makes you look like a kid..." With that, he pressed their lips more firmly together, massaging Ramious' lovingly with his own in a gentle kiss.He felt the older man groan softly, slowly wraping his arms around Kenotahn's waist and pulling him closer. The other Jedi returned the embrace, slipping his arms under Ramious' and breaking the kiss to rest his head on the older man's shoulder and closed his amber eyes in content, feeling calloused hand slowly trace patterns upon his back. "I love you... I want you to know that..." murmured the deep voice of the dark lord, his eyes closed and his body unknowingly rocking them to and fro. "I don't just know that... I share your feelings. I know that now, Ei Crella Tai... I love you..." ~*~ He growled softly in disgust, running a gloved hand through the knee-deep, digustingly murky waters of the trash compactors. Eimur glowered at Han Solo as he raised his blaster at the frustrating, armored door. "Dammit, no many how many times you shoot it it's gonna reflect of there and probably end up killing somebody! Let's just figure out another way to get outta here before they turn on the compactors..." growled Eimur, glancing at Luke. "Think you can get those droids to help unlock the door?" "Maybe..." He switched on the small comm unit and held it up to his mouth. "Threepio? Are you there? Threepio! Dammit, where can he be?!" "The world may never know..." growled Eimur, rolling his eyes in slight disgust at the droid. "It's not as if he has anything better to do anyways..." "Well, obviously he does! That's the last time I ever trust droids!" growled Han, plopping grumpily down on a mound of garbage. "Let's just find a way to get out of here!" retorted the exaspirated Princess Leia of Alderaan who had just recently joined their company. "Well excuse me, your worship! I don't see any way of getting out of here, do you?" Han's tone was dripping with sarcasm. "Alright, chilrdren, play nicely. You need to have a cool head when thinking, not a hot one. So, just cool your power couplinks and actually think instead of harping at one another!" Eimur was obviously fed up with the two's antics. "I don't see you doing anything, mister.... what was your name again?" retorted Leia, glaring at him. "Eimur. And I am thinking of a way to get us the fuck outta here instead of wasting my time shooting at a reflective door and arguing like you!" The princess glowered a few seconds longer before huffing and turning from him, moving towards a corner of the room to seethe quietly. Han snorted and turned his gaze to glare menacingly at the polluted water beneath him, as if it would yield to his gaze. "Damn, this sucks... you'd think they'd clean these things every once and a while..." the smuggler growled, spitting at the brown fluid. Eimur's eyes snapped to Luke, about ready to warn the young man, before he was jerked down bellow the surface. The Jedi leapt to his feet, searching franticly for the other as the rest followed his example, hands combing through the water while Eimur instructed them towards Luke's position using the force. Suddenly, the young man surfaced, gasping and thrashing around, attempting to dislodge the thing from it's position around his leg. Han almost immediately reacted, drawing his blaster and carefully aiming before firing, singing the creature which then pulled Luke underwater once again. Again the team searched the filthy mess, their hope dissipating with each passing second before Luke surfaced a second time, gasping for air and spitting up water, a look of surprise on his features. "What happened?" cried Leia as she watched him splutter. "What happened?" "I dunno! It just let go of me and dissapeared!" replied Luke, glancing warily about at the water, his hair damp and disgustingly filthy from the unexpected dunk. The group glanced about as a metalic grinding followed by a loud 'thunk' caught their attention, five pairs of eyes glancing around the chamber. Han started shifting from one foot to the other as he watched the walls, tense enough to break a bone. "I've got a bad feeling about this..." he informed them his eyes darting about as Chewbaca yowled his agreement. Suddenly, the metal around them squealed loudly as the thick, steel walls began to head towards one another, crunching all in their way. The group panicked, each grabbing something in futile hopes to stop the compactors while Luke tried repeatedly to reach the droids. "This just gets better and better, doesn't it?!" growled Eimur as he helped Han and Leia brace the walls with a large steel beam.