Just another update because working on this story is a nice break from the angsty stuff I usually write XD. Enjoy :D

"Nostalgia, huh," Atton echoed thoughtfully. "Yeah, I can see that." He glanced back at his computer screen. "...IF THEY WOULD LET ME GO TO NAR SHADDAA!" He thundered again, fists shaking dangerously. "Going back to that beautiful planet in this game would make my life complete, yet they even denied me that."

Meetra slid an arm around his waist. "Don't worry, love. I'm sure you'll get to go there at some point. You're on Hutta; why wouldn't Nar Shaddaa also be a planet you can go to?"

Revan slid his hands over his face. "And no one is suspicious of them having a relationship? I thought Meetra was like, a model Jedi!"

Meetra replied to him as she was killing possessed apprentices and such in the tomb. "I was probably more of a model Jedi before I left and came back and was exiled, you know. People change, Revan. You've got to accept that."

All heads turned to Malak, who had started cackling maniacally, and his laughter filled the room and honestly made everyone fear for their lives. "Hahahaha! I'm almost off Ord Mantell, thank goodness for Bastila's help."

Bastila raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him. "Uh, you're welcome? And if you're so grateful, maybe you should get me a drink later today when we're done playing this game."

"I could take you to this really good cantina with the best juma in the galaxy, second only to the juma on NAR SHADDAA," Atton cut into the conversation excitedly. He wasn't a heavy drinker anymore, but he was always willing to help out people who wanted to become one.

Revan heard what they were discussing and he shook his head with a laugh. "Ah, I don't think that's going to happen. We are never going to stop playing this game, you hear? It's too addicting. We have a lot of hours left in the day and I can just get my slave-ah, Juhani, to bring us some food if we need it or something. And you all are welcome to stay overnight…" as he said this, his eyes flicked over to Meetra and Atton. "You both still have yet to prove that you aren't in a relationship."

Malak threw his hands up. "Force, Revan, you don't have to be so obvious about it. You're already in that big-brother mode, no wonder lil' Meetie didn't want you to know about her new boyfriend or whoever he is."

Meetra facepalmed. "Frack, Malak. That is the worst nickname I have ever heard in my life. Be a good man and go with 'Mee' or even better, 'The Exile'! My official name! Organic and certified fresh!"

Revan shrugged. "You certainly didn't give us very good options when you changed your name to 'Meetra Surik', you know. Seriously, you really could have done better. You can let Alek-I mean Malak-and I call you by your real name, which is-"

Meetra continued to kick her mouse on the ground, which made a deafening clanging sound and proceeded to break into a gazillion pieces and the batteries leaked. "Don't," she said, her face stone hard. She glanced at the shocked faces of her friends and looked down at the broken mouse. "Aw, dangit. Now I have to use the touchpad…"

"I could get you a replacement mouse if I were only on NAR SHADDAA," Atton grumbled.

Revan looked over at him. "Dude, could you just chill for a minute? I'm on the Republic fleet and I'll ask around general chat if you can travel to Nar Shaddaa in the game. It's going to be fine. Don't worry, bud."

"Hey, now that you know we're friends you're giving him the special treatment," Meetra whined. "You're not being fair. I already have to deal with Darth Baras the fatso, of whom I would like nothing more than to stab with a lightsaber."

Malak grinned evilly. "Yes, Meetra! Learn the ways of the dark side! Oh and also, Revan, you really, uh… just, stay away from the general chat, okay? I learned the hard way."

It was too late, and Revan was already glancing at the chat box with a frown. "Uh, guys? I tried to ask general chat about Nar Shaddaa and now a bunch of people are whispering me asking if I 'wanna buy some death sticks' at 'their place'. Can someone help?"

"It's your own fault for being so stupid," Bastila told her husband. "I know you're good with people, but the online world is a dangerous place. I thought you would know that. The online world—it's corrupting and horrible and ugly and we shouldn't be here! But I mean, the game is good. So I don't care about that as much."

Atton frowned. He asked Malak, "Hey, is that woman okay? She seems to be suffering from some sort of identity problem. Not that I would know, or anything. Just wondering. I'm on the Imperial Fleet and no one is really bothering me."

Malak shrugged and glanced at his former apprentice. "Yeah, Bastila? I don't know. She was pretty easy to turn to the dark side and even then it was HILARIOUS to watch her-"

That earned him a slap on his shiny bald egg head from Bastila, who was fuming and hoping that Revan didn't hear what had just been said.

Revan appeared sheepish. "Uh, it may have been my fault for getting into this situation. I said I wanted to know about Nar Shaddaa because one of my drunken, obsessed former employees with a really big gambling problem suffering from an existential crisis had some weird infatuation with the planet and would die if he could not get to that planet within a few minutes." Seeing the look on Atton's face, Revan added, "Sorry."

Atton looked like he was about to cry. "Now everyone knows!" He sobbed, and Meetra had to rub a pazaak card into his hand to make him feel better.

Bastila snorted. "Serves you right… and oh, Force, please have mercy on me. Jorgan is following me onto the fleet and they gave me a few outfits to pick from that I can put on him. Wait… wait a minute! I can make him run around in his underwear, fighting for me! That is exactly what I am going to do."

Revan glanced over at the now shirtless Jorgan. "Damn, he almost looks better than I do. He must work out a lot." Revan looked Bastila in the eye. "You better not sleep with him or else I will bleach all of your clothes and put a red crystal in your lightsaber."

Bastila frowned so much that her face started throbbing with pain. "Ew, no, Revan, no! That is absolutely disgusting! Force, sometimes I wonder why we're married anyway."

Malak rolled his eyes. "You both are just so sweet."