Chapter 5

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Vorm faced Visas. His single blue lightsaber held in front of him. Visas was opposite him using two lightsabers. One of them was Freedom Nadds orange bladed short lightsaber taken from his tomb on Dxun, Visas had lead that battle; the second was a purple single blade. She was set in her traditional form of Vappad. The form was not totally complete but she knew how to use it fairly well. Vorm favored the elegant and powerful Makashi it required absolute focus but the end result was the best for lightsaber to lightsaber conflicts.

"We duel until one of use has disarmed the opponent three times." Visas nodded. "Begin."

There was a split second of silence then Visas rocketed off her starting point. Little more then a blur of speed she was a whirlwind of death. But Vorm calmly parried and countered his elegant and complex moves flowing easily. Visas used the force to push him he used the energy to flip. He then attacked high then low. Vappad had the disadvantage of being poor for defense. Blocking a counter he flicked his wrist sending both her lightsabers flying. Moving quickly she rolled out f his reach.

"One down. You weren't even trying." His mildly accusing tone was at odds with his smile. It had been years when he could spar for the fun of it. The rest had been battle and war.

"I though I might make this interesting." It was all playful banter. Both of them were enjoying the feeling of peace. Visas stepped forward and raised her lightsabers. The Exile raised his in a traditional Makashi sparring salute. Their faces held complete focus. Then they began to dance. It was the only word that could describe the battle; the first one had been an opening match, but child's play to the intricate sight unfolding before their unseen audience. With blows being traded and countered every half a second it looked as though they were actually trying to kill each other but it was all very smooth and controlled like a piece of Verpinee machinery each piece fell into place.

Vorm flipped a blow from Visas and used the force to push her away for a second her advanced his lightsaber cutting the air in a figure eight shape. He had the advantage of size and strength as well as finesse. Visas balanced it out with her pure speed and agility.

Atton and the rest of the crew where gathered around the entrance to the Cargo Hold. The sight before them was truly something to be admired.

Vorm continued his advance. He struck an uppercut and countered the parry. The battle had gone on long and both were beginning to tire. He struck and trapped both of Visas lightsabers against his. The pushed Vorm used his sheer power to over whelm and knock her back he lunged forward the lightsaber ending and centimeter from her face.

"Yield?" He was panting heavily and sweat was beginning to soak his robes. But a triumphant smile played across his face. Ever so casually Visas walked closer to him. The n she kissed him. Right then right their with everyone watching. It was hard to tell who was more surprised, the crew or Vorm. Mira had a small smirk on her face. Vorm instinctively lowered his lightsaber. Visas sprang back and called it her two blades to her hands. It happened so fast that Vorm didn't know what hit him next thing he knew was Visas lightsaber was pointed at his face.

"Yield?" The large smile that was on her face was impossible to miss. Vorm looked around. He noticed the crew standing around all grinning like a bunch of Cannocks the found the pantry. He made a gentle shooing motion with his hands. With a little bit of grumbling and hurt looks the crew went back to their normal routine. Vorm collapsed to the ground.

"I hope you don't plan to try that on a Sith." He looked slightly bemused at being hoodwinked so completely. "I doubt it would work."

"I only would honor a certain Jedi Weapons Master with it." She folded her knees and sat beside him. "But it did work you must admit. And you don't seem displeased with it." A small grin came across her normally stony face. It really showed off her beauty. Vorm loved that smile.

"Oh no I don't object to you using it on me." He held out his arm and she slid next to him. "But only if you save it for me." She rested against him. Peace and contentment rolled out from them. He looked down at her. He suddenly realized he had never seen what she looked like under that veil. Where her eyes the white orbs that Kriea had possessed or where they still the normal? Visas sensed his thoughts and looked up at him.

"Something troubles you?" Concern was in her voice.

"I was only wondering what you looked like under the veil." He felt strangely embarrassed asking her. She nodded understandingly.

"No. None has ever seen under my veil." Her hands reached up underneath it. "I suppose you will be the first." Her voice made it clear how vulnerable she felt without the veil. With it she was the Sith Assassin powerful and deadly, without it she was just another blind woman albeit a little more then a blind woman but the point was still the same. She fiddled with the small strap that kept it in place. Pulling it off she looked up at him. Her face made Vorm catch his breath.

She was beautiful. Her eyes were normal not at all like Kriea's and what eyes they were the pupil was a brilliant green they gave off a sense of intelligence and wisdom. But what really surprised him was her hair. He had never really considered it before. But there it was all bound up in a series of intricate braids. He ran his hand through it undoing the clasp as he went it flowed freely to her waste. With it down she looked every inch a vision of the force. If leaving her had been hard before it was nearly unbearable now. As he ran his hands through her hair and down her back he began to hum a lullaby. It was ancient, the Younglings at Dantoine had it sung to them to put them to sleep. He no longer remembered the words just the tune of the song. The Exile, Hero of Malachor Jedi Weapons Master and Wound in the Force gently rocked the woman he loved to sleep while humming an obscure Mandalorian battle hymn. He felt more at home then he had ever had in his entire life.