Chapter 4

Authors Note: I am sorry for the tardiness of the update. School sucks. I am booked for this summer don't look for updates everyday. But I will update when I can. I have also seen alot of Visas fics popping up after mine. I think i inspired something. But that might be my ego.

Disclaimer: No I dont own any of this blah blah.

Vorm Brusk stared at the glittering ball that was Courascant. Millions of lives all stuggling for existence.He personally hated it. But here the Jedi Council resided. He could feel the amount of life pulsing from the planet. The hunger in him began to shriek at its bonds. He ignored it.

"Why are we going here?" Visas slipped through the cockpit door. To her Courascant was just a bright ball in the force.

"I have some matters to settle. Concerning Atris and the Jedi." He kept facing the viewport. "Can you feel the life of this planet? I find it hard to center myself."

Visas stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "It will all be well my love." She rested her head against his shoulders. "It will all be well." She dearly hoped it would.

"I like hugging as much as any man but could you guys be a bit more private." Atton's voice had a heavy amount of humor. Blushing Visas stepped back. Vorm merely turned and pulled Visas back and kissed her square on the lips. She felt like she was melting. Once they broke she leaned into him her eyes shining with happiness. Atton's eyebrows shot up. "Remind to have you tell me how you get women like that."

"Atton I think you of all people should appreciate the benefits of a good hug."Atton gave his characteristic shrug. "

I need to pilot so unless you would like to crash into a pazzak den on Courascant." His expression was disturbingly hopeful. Visas looked slightly taken aback. This kind of humor was new to her.

"You don't mean that!"

Atton rolled his eyes. "Exile I don't envy you this time. The Handmaiden however." Here his expression went positively lecherous. Visas stalked out her face red from anger or embarrassment Vorm couldn't tell. Atton went to sit down in the pilot's chair.

"So how will you be giving her the slip?" The casual tone of the question threw off the Exile.

"I dont really know." Vorm's voice was quiet and there was a trace of sorrow.

"It is hard isn't it. Giving up what you want most." Atton's voice held only sympathy. "The whole idea of duty and loyalty pays no heed to what you love does it?"

"No." Here the Exile sighed. "Would you do it if you knew the only way to keep what you cared for most? Would you leave?"

"It honestly depends. But my advice Exile. If you want her to remain true to you. Tell her exactly how you feel. From what I see it is obvious she loves you. But you have done nothing. Do that and I don't think it would matter if you left for a lifetime. As long as she had something to hold onto." Atton finished his little speech. "Aw man lookit this. Being a Jedi is making me a philosopher. I wonder what those old friends of mine would think now." He gave a rueful sigh. Most of his old friends wouldn't recognize him right now.

Atton sent in the request to land as he spoke. The overhead com crackled to life. "Attention Ebon Hawk we have landing zones clear on Sector 5 pad 2. Welcome toCourascant." The voice then recitred in a bored tone several tourist spots. Then theair trafficcontroller got aglimpse ofAttons face."Atton Rand! Is that you!" The air traffic controller's face was very surprised.

Atton's face had turned a slight shade of green. "Oh ah Hi there Samantha." "I am um sorry about last time." He turned to the Exile for help. The face on thescreen had gone from incredilous to angry.Vorm merely sat there finding this all very amusing.

"Yah I bet you are you piece of Bantha fodder. I will meet you on the landing pad. I will be bringing my blaster." The com crackled out.

"One of your remember you for a lifetime cause you told them how you feel women?" Vorm looked as though he couldn't help but laugh. The effort was making his jaw hurt.

"Actually yes. But she didn't like the gift. Threw it at me and wrecked half the apartment. Said she knew what it was all about. She still has the gift. Never destroyed it." His shoulders began to shake with laughter. "Exile you are lucky Visas isn't a firebrand."

"Oh I wouldn't be to sure." Vorm related the encounter with Visas in the medbay. Atton threw back his head and laughed.

"I think Mira is enjoying this. I wonder if Visas went asking. By the way you told me blushed she got her answers." He continued chuckling. "Women are strange aren't they Exile? One day they want to kill you the next they want a kiss." But he was speaking to empty air, Vorm had left the cockpit. "Damn I am getting senile in my old age."

Vorm headed for the cargo bay. Visas fell instep behind him. "Sparring?"

"Yes." Right now Vorm couldnt bear to be near her. He knew e would have to break her heart by leaving eventually. But a voice said to him. "Why not enjoy your time with her while it lasts?" Vorm couldnt think of any objections. "Would you join me?" Visas nodded and followed him.