Vader and Olee walked through the wooded area. She stumbled over tree roots, vines clung to her legs and twice she had swung from his arm and yet he never missed a beat in that clumbersome suit he wore.

Finally, with Filli safely out of earshot, she turned a scornful gaze to the Sith Master.

"You slimey, no good, bastard!" she spat.

"I am sure, you'll enjoy your stay at Chateau le' Darth Vader."

"Aren't you smug and oh so funny! There's nothing to laugh at here. What you did back there was detestable!" she shrieked.

"You you don't care for our arrangement? Then you are free to go back."

"At what cost? Holding Filli prisoner on this planet? It's wrong. You're trying to keep us apart."

"I sense, you are no more convinced of your affection to Filli as I am. Our arrangement is just the excuse you needed to come back to me."

"Deluded AND arrogant!"

"Deluded? Then you pretend what happened at the compound before, never took place? At least... as far as Filli is concerned."

"Filli needn't know."

"WHY?"

"No gentleman would ever do what you did back there with Filli."

Vader shrugged. He only did what he needed to do to undermine their relationship.

"There will be no talk of Filli, tonight." Or little talking at all, for that matter.

Olee sighed. "What do you want with me?" He couldn't pay some lucky woman to occupy his bed? He wanted to play games with her? she thought.

"The same thing you want," Vader replied.

"And what is that?"

"Time to mend. For all that I have lost," he answered, somewhat soulfully.

Olee thought about the Order. Her friends, two masters and last of all, Shyrne. People who were gone because VADER killed them.

"If I have lost anything, it's because of you."

He stopped in his walk, turned, and looked at her. His finger pointed accusingly.

"I've come to accept the choices I have made. Be they wrong or right. I advise you to do the same. Once made, choices cannot be undone."

Did he regret his decision to topple the Jedi Order?

"Why do you wear that awful suit?"

"That is not a question I wish to hear again."

Olee shrank away from Vader. "Sheesh. Sorrrry," she exclaimed.

Tired, she leaned against a tree. He walked toward her. "You're on my time. Walk. Compound is only a few yards away."

"I changed my mind. I'll go back to Filli," Olee said.

"And what brought about this change of heart?"

"Heart? My heart has nothing to do with this."

"I'm glad you admit it. I'm sure, Filli will be disappointed."

"I was talking about you."

"You don't seem to know what you're talking about at all. If you wish to go back to Filli, then go. But you are reminded, that you will remain on Vixin 9. Forever."

"I'll take my chances," Olee mumbled. She spun on her heels, walking toward the Filli's ship.

"He'll go to prison. My storm troopers have him surrounded. He'll be gone before you get there."

Olee turned, casting the tricky Sith Lord a nasty look. She strode toward him again, suddenly, wearing a smile. She drew as close to him as possible, tracing her finger along the armor he wore.

"Fine, you want me to go back with you? I'll go."

"We'll not delay matters any further." He cupped her chin with a hand, then extended an arm, allowing her to link within his.

Meanwhile, back at Filli's ship, he nursed the wound to his face, caused by one of the storm trooper's rifle. A purple coin-sized bruise covered his cheek.

When he was done, he walked to the deck and flopped onto the cot. His mind wandered to Olee and Vader. He was after all, a Jedi hunter. But Olee was no longer a threat to him. What did he want? What kind of game was he playing?Was he trying to split them apart? She was no longer worth fighting so he sought to destroy her in other ways?

Filli ran a hand through his curly hair. He longed for the day their lives would go back to normal. This last mission, she went on was a costly one. He couldn't be sure things would ever go back to the way they were. Depending on what happened between her and Vader.