Darius sat in the Starboard room officially caught in his head nothing around him made sense. She loved him, yet he didn't know if he loved back, if he could love back. He had loved one person in his past but that was a long time ago. Now he had learned that loving was something that… that he couldn't do.

"Why is everything so hard lately?" He asked himself, slapping a hand to his forehead. "It doesn't need to be so hard." Something else told him.

"How?" He mouthed.

The Jedi laid his head back, hand covering his face caught up in his thick locks of brown hair. All he wanted to do now was sleep so that Exile reclined in his seat and decided not to think about it…

Suddenly the ship lurched forward pulling him out of a near rest. He sighed in discontentment. "Atton! What was that?" He yelled over into the cockpit hall.

"Did I mention that there's an asteroids belt on the north side of Citadel Station? Better hold on tight!" The Scoundrel yelled back.

Darius let out an annoyed sound before walking into the Cockpit and taking the copilot's seat. "How long does this set out?" He asked, turning his attention to the window outside him.

Atton shrugged, not looking up from the navi-computer. "Well, considering this is Telos and we fought a war here a good few hours ago there's gonna be a good amount of debris flying at ya'… after we clear ten miles of asteroid." He ended his last phrase mumbling.

Darius slapped his hand to his head again. Along with the burden of heavy thoughts, now he had to deal with peril on what he thought was going to be a peaceful trip. "Our luck just keeps getting better." He mumbled.

Atton cocked his head but thought better of it and got back to piloting. Jolts upon jolts followed the ship. Darius kept an unblinking gaze on the belt, doing his best to sense any oncoming danger for Atton and the crew's sake. "I'm going to the Starboard room." He said at last, deciding that the scoundrel (Though he wasn't that confident) could take care of things on the Piloting front.

"Suite yourself I got things covered up here."

Darius nodded and yawned. The Jedi paced the ship again like he usually did. He trapped himself in his thoughts again.

"Brianna… I don't know." He said alas after five minutes of contemplating.

He knew this would happen, there was not one doubt in his mind that she would end up falling in love with him. However he didn't know if he could say the same about himself.

She was beautiful and had a kind heart yet there never was such an attachment for him.

"Just when you think things are less complicated," His hand covered his face as he walked into the Crew Quarters, doing his best to ignore the Cargohold. "… The get harder."

This was true, painfully true. Just when he thought there were no more secrets he didn't know, a big one comes out and confuses the day lights out of him. Then when he sits in resolve and tries to quietly figure it out, the Ebonhawk gets caught in an asteroid belt.

"I want to love her…" He said breathily. "But I can't."

"Jedi to love, to love a Jedi now that is a new sentiment." He thought amused, his eyes fixed on the nearest wall.

He smirked inwardly. Oh how Vrook would love to criticize him another step if he had heard of this confession. "I'd never hear the end of it."

With that he stood up, almost falling on his face as the ship lurched forward and the lights flickered and dimmed. Darius looked around confused. Staggering to his feet, and keeping his hand on the wall, the Exile swaggered towards the cockpit.

"Atton!" He yelled now that the lights kept dimming and the ship kept jolting. "What the hell is going on?"

Atton shook his head violently. "I don't know! I got this transmission and some ship started firing on us. Suddenly, the fight ended and the flaming systems are shutting down!" He pounded his fist into the command board.

Darius slapped a hand to his forehead and nodded silently to himself. This journey just kept getting better and better. "What happens now." He asked in a forced calm.

The scoundrel shrugged. "Beats me." His voice was half a mumble.

"We need to shut off all the power." Someone said from behind him.

Darius knew who it was. He turned around and sighed, his eyes locking with Brianna's for a second. "I knew I couldn't avoid her."

He wrinkled his face in concentration, the lights were flashing against the windows and portholes so he had relatively no idea what was going on. "Best listen to her." He thought, resigning the ship to that idea.

"Alright Atton, do as she says. Any attacker won't trace us down well in the middle of the Tel-" His sentence was cut short by a horrifying realization.

Electricity swirled around the dashboard and the lights flickered dead one last time. The emergency signals stopped and the lights died away. The command board exploded. Earning and utterly pissed expression from Atton. "Oh Forceing Damnit!"

Darius sighed but turned around as the dark space of the ship was suddenly illuminated and the dead silence filled with the humming and illumination of a red lightsaber…