A/N: This is gonna be short...just a little taste of what the crew is doing about the whole AttonExile thing. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not owm anything in the Star Wars Universe.

Chapter 3

The crew of the Ebon Hawk, with the exception of Atton and Oriah, had gathered quietly and secretly in the cargo hold to discuss recent events. The crew had managed to talk Oriah into going out to get a drink and have some fun... while Atton was busy trying to fix the navicomputer which had mysteriously been disabled.

"Alright, you know why I have gathered you all here today?" Mira began.

The crew nodded there heads...and mechanical parts.

"Good. As you no doubt have figured out...Atton seems to have a thing for Oriah. At this point I'm not sure if she returns the feeling but I'm willing to bet she does." Mira paced back and forth as she continued informing the crew. "This is a bad thing."

"I agree with the Huntress. The balance will definitely shift if Oriah becomes too attached." Go-To spoke up.

"Eager Query: Would this mean that meatbag Rand will have to be eliminated?" HK-47 asked hopefully.

"In a way." HK-47's eyes brightened. "We won't be killing him, but we do have to do something to seperate these two."

"I believe my Master has many things on her mind right now...I also believe that it will not be difficult to distract her from the pilot." Visas said softly.

They suddenly hear a small explosion and then Atton cursing loudly.

"I take it you handled the navicomputer?" Mira asked.

"Yup. I too believe that Atton is no good for the General." Bao-Dur said calmly.

"Are you so certain that we should be doing this. It may make Oriah very unhappy if she finds out." Mical said, trying to be the voice of reason.

The rest of the crew glared at him. Mical looked away.

"C'mon, Mical. We need you on our side. We also need you to be one who distracts her. We're doing this for her. It is for the best." Mira said pleadingly.

"If it is the best thing for her...I suppose..."

"That's the attitude we need. So everyone is in, right?"

"I am not sure about this. The last time the Pilot didn't end up with the Jedi...they both ended up miserable." Mandalore said mostly to himself.

"Confused Query: Were you talking to yourself, Meatbag?"

"Nevermind. I'm in...I just hope this plan of yours works." Mandalore finally said.

"Ok, now we just need a plan...any suggestions?"

(A couple hours...and a few more curse words...later)

"Alright, the plan is set. You all know what your jobs are?" The crew nodded. "Ok, good. Here we go."

The plan was set and now all that was left to do was set it in motion. There was only one thing that the crew hadn't planned on...

A/N: Well, there you go. Hope you liked this extremely short chapter. I'm sorry for the length but I can't give away too much right now...please read and review if you liked it or have any suggestions. :)