Title: Because of You
Author: May/Juvie
Rating: M
Summary: Anakin Skywalker is finally going through divorce. His soon-to-be ex-wife thinks he'll regret making the decision. His fiancée makes him think otherwise. AnakinPadmé
Warnings: Violence. Aggressive Sex. Light BDSM. Sexual Language.
Disclaimer: I made all this up. Copyright© of George Lucas. Song by Ne-Yo.

Chapter II

Anakin Skywalker grinded through his teeth together as he even regretted making this stupid argument. He and Abbé have been going back and forth about Padmé. Right now, all Anakin wanted to do was go home to his lovely fiancée, but with his divorce with Abbé, made things very difficult for Anakin and Padmé's relationship. He couldn't even remember the last time he touched Padmé. A great amount of displeasure rolled inside him. Soon when this divorce is finally over, everything would be perfect with him and his angelic beauty. But for now, Anakin was stuck in the speeder with Abbé's complaining and whining about how Padmé isn't right for him or how he'll easily get bored of her. Like that's possible. Anakin scoffed softly. Four months ago, after his weekly lovemaking with his wife-to-be, he had come back to his mansion finding Abbé in a lingerie outfit that would make any man drool but Anakin wasn't so much affected.

Anakin sighed at the scene before him and ran his fingers through his hair. "Abbé… we need to talk."

Abbé just gave a smirk and walked towards him hips swinging around everywhere. "We could talk after." She purred and he was amazed that he hadn't thrown up yet. Just as Abbé was about to touch his face, he turned away. Much to his displeasure, turning his head only gave Abbé to plant her lips to his. A sloppy kiss was where he almost gagged. Anakin stepped away from her and wiped his mouth. Abbé saw his reaction and put a robe on.

"Okay." She sighed irritably. "What's your problem?"

When he didn't answer right away, Abbé went straight for the holo-screen and changed whatever was on. Anakin rolled his eyes at her. He took the remote and turned the holo-screen off.

Abbé frowned. "Hey! What are you…?"

The stone hard face Anakin held shut her up. "We. Need. To. Talk." He said firmly.

Abbé sighed impatiently and covered herself more. "So talk."

Anakin lips turned into a smile. Well… she's making this easier for me. "I actually needed to talk about," He stopped, pretending to ponder on the thought. "separating."

By the mischievous look on his face didn't please her at all. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Anakin smirked, his eyes darkening. "Oh, I think you do." His voice low with promise.

Abbé scoffed. "No I certainly do not!" She stood up and left towards the 'fresher but an invisible force wouldn't let her through. She pounded on the invisible wall and turned around to see Anakin using the force. Abbé stomped her foot on the ground.

"Anakin! You ungrateful bantha!" She cursed. "Let me through!"

Anakin remained on the spot. "No." Abbé groaned and screeched so loudly that Anakin was afraid his head might explode. "Enough!" He yelled at her.

Abbé quickly clamped her mouth shut, her lips trembling in anger. "I don't know anything about the kriffing"separating"!" She yelled. "Why can't you tell me what's really pissing you off?"

Anakin sighed ungratefully. "Well, if shut your mouth and don't interrupt me, I will tell you what's pissing me off until I can finish." He grinned as Abbé widened her eyes in rage. "Abbé… this is working out for us and we both know it."

Abbé frowned and stared at the floor nervously, as if she were guilty of something. "Whatever do you mean?"

Anakin pursed his lips. "I mean, I want a divorce."

Abbé scoffed and laughed. "Yeah right and I want a jili for a child." She laughed louder and stopped when she noticed the seriousness etched on Anakin's face.

"I'm serious." Anakin said sternly. "I… don't love you. In fact, I'm beginning to think that I have never loved you." He confessed and Abbé's face paled.

Abbé crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked conceitedly.

Anakin stared at her as if she were dense. "It means, Abbé… that… I don't have feelings for you."

Abbe stared at him with open shock. "What?! After all I've done for you. After all I've been through to save this marriage from being shattered, it's never enough … you don't appreciate anything I do!" She yelled.

"Abbé…"

Ignoring Anakin, Abbé continued. "You never take me out to dinner, you never buy me jewelry, you don't like my cooking and for the past few weeks you've been avoiding me, like you're trying to get rid of me— so if anything I should be the one trying to get rid of you!" She shrieked.

Anakin patiently waited for her to finish with boredom etched on his face. "Quite finished?"

Abbé gaped at him then narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Yes," She growled.

"Firstly, I did take you out to dinner where you spent all my credits on appetizers you didn't even finish, Secondly, I've bought you diamonds that not even Master Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn could afford," Anakin chuckled at the bitter memory. He cursed the day they brought out rare Tultupian crystals to Abbé's hungry eyes. "You don't cook… Threepio has to cook for you," Abbé huffed. "So, what's to appreciate anything if you do nothing? And you're right… I have been avoiding you."

"But why?" Abbé asked.

Anakin sighed and gazed at the floor. "Because I've been doing a lot of thinking to do and I have finally made a decision." Abbé looked at him curiously and waited. Anakin looked up and said, "I want a divorce."

"You're making a big mistake, Anakin." Abbé was saying as the two made their ways inside the half empty mansion. "She'll never make you happy. One day, she'll leave you all alone and your dumbass will be crawling back to me." She said smugly but all the bravado shrank as she heard Anakin's silence. "Are you even listening?" Anakin's head jerked up. "What?"

Abbé clenched her fists. "You weren't even listening!" She seethed.

Anakin shrugged. "I don't like to hear you complain."

Abbé gasped. "Rubbish! You were too busy thinking about your little whore." She smirked.

Anakin's eyes flashed for a second. "I'd pick my fiancée over you any day, Abbé. So stop attempting to make me angry because… it's not working!" He said. "And if that's you're way of convincing me to take you back, you're doing such a poor job." He said lazily as Abbé glared at him. "Like you're always doing."

At that, Abbé snarled. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about. You think you're little skank hasn't been with other men?" She laughed humorlessly. "If she cheated on Palo with you, who's to say she won't do it again?" She asked evilly.

Anakin froze and he sneered at Abbé. "Because she's not a harlot, because she has proven that she has loved me dozen of times, because she doesn't love Palo, never will love Palo like I have never loved you. So, I suggest that you stop fretting over losing me since you have never loved me either." His tone was icy.

Abbé looked stunned, gaping at him. "I-I… I love you." Her voice was quiet and unsure.

Anakin looked at sympathetically, shaking his head. "No, no you don't Abbé. You only loved my fame, my credits, my home and my job." He said softly yet harsh. "You never loved me."

Abbé shook her head furiously. "No!" She got closer to him and grabbed his arms. "No… I do love you." She squeaked.

Anakin shrugged her off. "Stop it, Abbé." He tensed. "Stop it because you know it's true and I really want to work this out 'cause I'm tired of fighting with you. If you really want to work this out, then stop denying. Quit living in the past and face the truth." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "You have to stop lying and most of all you have to stop blaming Padmé when it's you." He said harshly. "I'll send you the divorce papers tomorrow."

Abbé looked up at him with unshed tears. "I do love you." She said stubbornly. "That is why I can't let you go and I will not sign any papers."

Anakin fought the urge to roll his eyes. "You can and you will." Just as he said that, Abbé started weeping. He felt sort of sympathetic towards her. He always got so uncomfortable when women cried and Abbé knew this. Whenever Abbé would start crying, more like bawling, all he would want to do is run. Whenever Padmé was crying, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and never let go until she stopped. "D-Don't cry, Abbé. Please… s-stop." He stammered and absentmindedly wiped a tear from her cheek.

Abbé shuddered and gazed up at him. "Anakin." She breathed.

And before Anakin knew it, Abbé's rough lips descended upon his. Though Anakin stayed unfazed but Abbé continued to move her lips against his frozen lips. Anakin rolled his eyes as Abbé made a lusty moan as if he were pleasuring her. Abbé finally broke the kiss with a large smack. Anakin wiped his lips with the back of his hand and grimaced.

Abbé batted her eyes at him. "Tell you what, love." She circled him, admiring his chest and his bottom. "If you give us one more night of passion, then I'll sign the divorce papers and leave you and your little precious wife-to-be alone." She faced him smirking smugly.

Anakin laughed lightly. "Not a chance in sith's hell."

Abbé pouted. "Aww… come on, baby. Just one night."

"You can get Palo to play your little game but I'm not doing it."

Abbé got desperate. "I'll sign the divorce papers." She added quickly.

Anakin swallowed hard. If he refused her little offer, he and Padmé may never get married. He knew Abbé was just trying to ruin his engagement by sleeping with him and probably blackmail him too. She just wants money. Anakin reminded himself. "How about I pay you?" He asked and got a slap on the cheek.

"I don't want money, all I want is sex!"

"Then go somewhere else 'cause the only sex I want is with Padmé!"

"Sleep with me tonight or I'll tell all the holo-net reporters about our sex life." Abbé threatened.

Anakin snorted. "I've slept with Padmé more than with you and trust me it was worth seven months of marriage."

Abbé fumed on the spot. "So," She said angrily. "You've been with other women while our marriage had barely begun, isn't that right?" She asked him. His silence answered her question.

Unable to meet her eyes, Anakin sighed and pursed his lips. "I… I met up with Padmé on our honeymoon in Naboo." He began as she just stared at him in shock. "We bumped into each other in Theeds Palace and one thing turned to another…" He trailed off, thinking about their first intimate encounter with each other.

Abbé, for once, was speechless.

Anakin continued, "We insisted that we proceeded to see each other and after all the times we've been together… and we fell in love." He finished.

Abbé slowly went from shock to unbalanced anger. "So you married me out of pity?!" She shrieked.

"No! I loved you, I did!" He tried to reason with her. "You just didn't love me!"

Abbé yelled in frustration. "I do love you and I'll prove it again!"

Anakin shook his head, frowning. "It's too late to prove anything, Abbé… it's too late for a lot of things." He muttered miserably.

Abbé huffed in anger. "Anakin, all I want from you is one more night. Think you can handle? Just. One. More. Night." She said almost desperately.

Anakin set his hand on the counter deeply thinking about Abbé's offer. Taking this offer would mean a life without an ungrateful ex-wife and a beautifully feisty wife. That's how much he loved Padmé. Anakin wouldn't want Padmé being hassled by Abbé anyway. His jaw tightened and his hand clenched. This dimwitted woman won't let things be, she always wants it her way. He glanced at Abbé out of the corner of his eye and saw a smug smile plastered across her pretty face. Anakin closed his eyes and silently apologized to his beloved angel.

"Fine," He murmured sadly.

Abbé raised her eyebrows in shock. "Pardon?"

Anakin raised his head and looked at her with unshed tears. "I said fine!" He said, a lonely tear drop racing down his cheek.

Abbé clicked her tongue. "Aww… don't cry, Anakin." She wiped his tear away with the pad of her thumb and pressed closer to him. "I'll take care of you." She whispered fiercely as she kissed him hard. The kissing and groping had begun at the hallway and continued up to the front door of his bedroom, where after a half an hour and a stumbling trip to his bedroom it had stopped, when they both realized something wasn't working. Something rather important. Something of Anakin's. Now Anakin was sure it was supposed to be working. Abbé may not have had the potential to turn out to be the love, or even lust of his life, very far from it but she was still attractive and it didn't have a problem five months ago. After another hour of some very embarrassing and clinical foreplay, Abbé had let anger out on Anakin and chucked him out of his own bedroom. (A/N: Does anyone want to explain why this happened to Anakin just now? ;D)

"You stupid son of a bantha!" She screeched angrily.

Anakin crossed his eyebrows and looked down at himself. "What?" He asked as he looked up at her. Abbé smacked him across the chest. "Ow!" He yelped. "What was that for?!" He yelled confusingly. As Abbé raised her hand up to slap him once again, Anakin caught her wrist and force her to look at him. "Abbé! Calm down!" He said forcefully. Abbé finally cooled down and slumped on the floor in disbelief and confusion. Anakin looked down and knelt beside her. He bit his lip thoughtfully. "Look Abbé…" He spoke softly. "I don't know what happened in there or why that happened…" He said slowly as Abbé looked up at him. "But in all honesty, I'm grateful that whatever happened… happened."

Abbé frowned and scowled. "Of course you are… your little slut is the cause of this!" She screamed.

Anakin flinched and snarled in her way. "Don't call her that!" He yelled. "She's not a slut! She is my wife-to-be and you will treat her with respect!"

"She's the reason for this! She's used your cock so much that it doesn't even work anymore!" She shrieked.

Anakin inhaled sharply and grinded his teeth. "You know what? I don't have time for this! I need to go home!" He shouted as he walked away from her.

Abbé rolled her eyes. "You nerfherder! You're already home!" She bellowed.

Anakin turned and faced her. "This has never been home for me! Home is where Padmé is." And with that Anakin left a very pissed off Abbé in the hallway.

Later that night, Anakin returned to Padmé's apartment and waited. Usually, Padmé knew he was home seconds before he got there but nothing greeted him tonight except silence. He wandered toward the kitchen, longing for a quick bite and possibly a lovemaking marathon. His arguments with Abbé, while successful, had left him drained and ready for a quiet weekend alone with his wife-to-be. Apparently though, his fiancée had other plans. He saw the hologram on the kitchen table and groaned. He knew what it was— he'd just hoped that he'd arrived late enough to miss the party. A quick scan told him that Padmé was still at Kitster and Tamora's… and that he was supposed to join her there.

If it had been anyone's birthday but Kitster's, he'd have gone straight to bed and not given it another thought. But it was Kitster. So, heaving a great sigh, he went to the bedroom, changed into more casual clothing, jumped into his speeder and flew to Kitster's house. The moment his speeder landed and the screens lowered, his conscious mind caught up with his body and Anakin had fought the urge to clap his hands over his ears. The noise level was deafening. It looked as though a hundred Jedi masters and knights were crowded into the small Corusant apartment. Knowing Kitster, that was probably an accurate number.

Anakin scanned the room until he found Padmé. She was locked in conversation with Tamora and Aayla, giggling over something. He waved and she waved back, indicating the throng of people separating them. Anakin shrugged his shoulders. Padmé winked and blew him a kiss. Anakin smiled outwardly but inside he was snarling. After months away from her, all he wanted was some privacy to kiss his fiancée hello. Instead, he was standing an almost impassable distance from her without the energy to elbow his way through a crowd of people. Padmé seemed to sense his dilemma and blew him another kiss, this time licking her lips slightly before pursing them. Anakin almost stumbled as all his blood rushed from his brain southward.

Padmé seemed to notice that as well and a wicked grin crossed her face. She picked up something off her plate of food, captured his eyes with her and then proceeded to eat terrberries(1) with deliberate slowness, taking care to clean it of sweetgreen(2) dip before pushing the stick into her mouth with a finger. They'd played this game at parties before and Anakin usually found it an amusing way to wile away the inane conversations until it was time to leave. This time though, it had affected him a little differently. Maybe it was because he was tired or because they hadn't seen each other in over a month but Anakin's blood was now pumping madly through his veins and he knew one thing with absolute clarity. If he didn't have her now, right now, he would implode.

Overcome with the energy of a man with a raging hard on, Anakin parted the crowd separating him and Padmé. When she was at last within reach, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to towards the kitchen stairwell.

"Anakin." Padmé panted as she tried to match his long-legged stride. "What's come over you?"

Anakin didn't answer. He couldn't. His blood had reached a fever pitch and every nerve ending was screaming for her. Before she could utter even a single syllable, Anakin pushed her into and empty room, backed her up against a wall and crushed his mouth to hers. Then something very interesting happened. Anakin's eyes snapped open and looked down sharply while Padmé started kissing his neck. Standing up quickly he grabbed onto the side of the wall in front of him. Hello there. Anakin's eyes widened as he gazed down at a very expected and very welcome site. Relaxing slightly, he felt the undeniable tug of his desire in his abdomen and the very obvious wave of lust that was washing over him. He was turned on. For the first time in the past seven hours of Abbé's constant trying and failing, Anakin found himself totally, inexplicably aroused. And it was all because of Padmé.

Instead of cooling his desire, feeling her lips beneath his neck only spurred it to greater heights. He grabbed her head away from his neck and ravaged her mouth, his tongue leaving no centimeter unexplored. At the same time, his hands were flying down the buttons of her dress and pushing the offending garment out of his way. He cupped her breasts and kneaded them, the twin points of her nipples pressed into his palms like needles. One part of his brain was telling him to settle down, that this was his best friend's birthday party and he hadn't even greeted his best friend yet. The other part, the stronger part, was screaming more… More… MORE…

Anakin wanted to think that the rational mind would have retaken control of the situation but before it could, Padmé had unfastened his trousers and slid her hand into his underwear. She stroked him to such painful pleasure that rationality was kicked out of the equation entirely.

One mighty rip turned Padmé lace panties into fodder for the rag bag. With slowness he didn't feel, Anakin used his fingers to gauge her readiness. She was nearly dripping with the want of him. Anakin groaned deeply and plunged himself inside her. Padmé bit into his neck to stifle the scream of ecstasy. Anakin didn't even feel the bite. Instead, he tightened arms around her and lifted her feet from the ground. Padmé got the idea and wrapped her legs around his waist. Thrusting and parrying with near crazed enthusiasm, Anakin finally reached his peak and dragged Padmé over the edge with him. It took a few moments before either was able to speak, let alone move. Anakin backed away from Padmé, righted his clothing and sank into the bed, head in his hands. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. "I'm sorry, Padmé."

"For what?" She asked a little breathlessly, fighting to kneel in front of him.

Anakin snapped his head up. "For what?" He asked, astonished. "We just… I just… ravished you."

Padmé smiled in daze. "I noticed. Wasn't it fun?" She asked teasingly.

"Fun?"

"Well, I thought so. And it certainly didn't seem like you were complaining." She grinned at him and tugged his hands into hers.

As always, it was the grin that got him. He answered it in kind and stood, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her back downstairs. If anyone at the party noticed their large satisfied grins, Anakin's more-than-usually messy hair, or the fact that Anakin was sporting a neck bite that would make The Force Vampire(3) envious, they didn't comment.

At least, no one did until Kitster got a good look.

"Anakin!" Kitster clapped his best friend on the back, eyes widening as he saw the recent bruising over the collar of Anakin's unbuttoned shirt. "It's my birthday," He commented, tongue firmly in his cheek. "But why do I get the impression you got the better present?"

"Day's not over yet, you tactless dwarfnut." Tamora said as she came up behind them, her kiss to his cheek taking all seriousness from her comment. "Glad you could make it, Anakin." Tamora rose up on her toes to kiss Anakin's cheek.

"So is Padmé." Kitster quipped and was rewarded by both Padmé and Tamora swatting on his arms. "Ow," He frowned. "Seriously though, Anakin, glad you came."

Three sets of eyes trained on him as if daring him to continue that thought. Kitster smirked knowingly and wisely kept any further comment to himself.

Feeling quite invigorated after his interlude with Padmé in the upstairs bedroom, Anakin settled into the swing of the party. He greeted friends he hadn't seen in years and laughed with them over Kitster's presents, many of which were gags. After another few hours, the guests began to say their goodbyes and flew their speeders home.

By the time Anakin and Padmé reached their apartment, it was well past midnight and the fatigue was beginning to spread through Anakin once again. With a sigh, Anakin toed off his shoes, trudged to their bedroom and flopped down on the mattress face down. Anakin didn't know how long he'd been lying there when he felt the mattress shift as Padmé joined him. The smell of her perfume, recently refreshed, reached his nostrils and caused its usual reaction. For the second time that night, he felt blood race from his brain to settle in his lap.

"Aw… poor love." Padmé crooned, obviously thinking he was asleep. Anakin decided to let her continue in that mindset, just to see what she would do.

It became an effort in self control as she slowly peeled the socks from his feet and then moved upwards, reached underneath his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. He kept his breathing even and steady as she eased the garment from his shoulders and discarded it to the floor. Anakin was certain the deception would come to an end when she rolled him to his back and prepared to divest him of his trousers.

"Well, well, well…" She giggled. "Not sleeping after all, eh?"

He said nothing, just concentrated all his efforts on breathing steadily and deeply, in and out, in and out.

Padmé chuckled and shook her head. "Hmmm…" She hummed thoughtfully. "Guess that's the only part awake."

With careful movements, she unfastened his trousers and eased them down slim hips, his boxers getting dragged along with them. Anakin heard the flump as they joined the shirt. It was torture not opening his eyes to watch her, but he endured it; training his ears for any sound that would give an indication of her intentions. It turned out that he didn't need to listen, only to feel. Her fingers brushed the hair from his forehead and then caressed his face softly. She then ran her fingers through the smattering of blonde hairs that covered his chest. Each motion, each touch, was exquisite agony. What made it even more pleasurable was that he couldn't reciprocate in kind.

Her hands traveled with excruciating laziness over his stomach, across his hips, and down his legs toward his feet. He was dying to ask her if she was taking inventory when he felt her lips on the top of his feet. A thousand sensations flooded him, and he tried to stifle his moan of pleasure. Her lips continued to follow the same path her fingers had only backwards— and slower, if that was possible. For what seemed an eternity, she rained kisses on his ankles, legs, knees and thighs. The higher she got, the more difficult breathing became. Padmé paused after a lengthy, feather light kiss to his hipbone. Anakin nearly groaned in frustration as she moved in the other direction and began kissing her way up his arm.

It wasn't until her lips reached his ear that remembered exactly how observant Padmé was. "How much longer are you going to pretend to be asleep, Ani?"

His eyes sprang open and met the amused brown eyes, made almost black by the feeble moonlight coming through the window. "How did you know?"

"Ani," Padmé drew his nickname out as her hand snaked down towards the one part screaming for her touch. "Even when you have nightmares you don't groan that much. At least," She paused and her hand inched even nearer, "not this particular groan."

A groan sprang from his throat and nearly rattled the pictures off the walls as she finally encircled him with her hand. Only massive force of will kept him from reaching release in that second. "You're a kriffing tease, you know that?"

Padmé shook her head. "No I'm not." She responded primly, which was odd given the current location and activity of her hand. "A tease had no intention of backing up her actions."

"And you do?" Anakin panted as she picked up the pace.

Padmé didn't answer orally, or at least, not with her voice anyway. In one liquid movement, she had enveloped him completely. Anakin, who was not prepared for this, widened his eyes and grasped the bed sheets. "Oh Gods, Padmé…" He moaned through clenched teeth as her lips and tongue turned him into a quivering mess. It didn't take long for him to reach the breaking point and he pulled her from him before he did. Flipping her to a prone position with very little effort, Anakin took her hands in his and held them over her head to stop her wandering fingers.

Padmé frowned and pouted. "But…" She sputtered, sounding a little upset at being interrupted.

"But nothing, Angel." Anakin stopped her protest by taking as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could and using lips and teeth to torture the already distended nipple. He shifted to cover her and paused at the entrance that so eagerly awaited him. Anakin stayed that way for a few moments, cleverly avoiding the thrust of her hips as she tried to draw him in.

"Anakin." Padmé growled impatiently. "Please…"

Anakin held her hips in place as she tried to buck them. "Please what?" He teased, once again merely touching her entrance with the tip of his throbbing erection.

Padmé bucked her hips once more and groaned. "Please make love to me or I'll break your lightsaber in half." She threatened, half grinning, half begging.

"Well, if you put it that way," Anakin leaned forward to kiss her very gently on the lips. As his mouth increased its pressure, he buried himself inch by glorious inch in the velvet warmth that was Padmé. He stopped again when at last he was completely inside her.

"If you stop now, Anakin Skywalker," Padmé moaned, no longer grinning at all, "I will have to kill you."

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" Anakin responded, still not moving.

"For you, always," she said slyly, raising her hips as he pulled his own back.

"You're not sore from earlier, are you?" Anakin asked, this thought suddenly occurring to him. He felt the tickling of guilt at the base of his conscience.

In answer, Padmé wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into him.

"Guess not," Anakin grinned and put them both out of their misery. His hips rocked back and forth, slowly at first and then gaining thrust as his release neared. Thrusting madly into her as she threw her head back and moaned pleasurably. Anakin slammed into her once or twice making sure a smack had been heard in the bedroom. Letting go of the hands he still held, Anakin traced a finger down Padmé's torso, over peak and valley, until he reached the core of her desire. He caressed the nub gently, then with greater pressure and drove them both to an orgasm that left them both quivering and gasping for air. Neither bothered with their usual night clothes as moving from the bed would require more energy than either had available. Instead, they curled into each other and drifted off to sleep. It was morning before either of them stopped smiling…

(1): Terrberries were berries native to Parein II 4. It was used, along with sweetgreen and spicy nuts to make an alcoholic beverage known as daranu.
(2): Sweetgreen was a fruit native to Parein II 4. It was used, along with terrberries and spicy nuts to make an alcoholic beverage known as daranu. Was also made for dip.
(3): The Force Vampire, formerly known as Jedi Knight Tel Angor, was the result of the Order of the Silver Jedi's experiments into creating a living symbol of the light side of the Force. Unfortunately for the Order, the experiments had the exact opposite effect; rather than Angor drawing on the Force to bolster his abilities, the dark side corrupted him completely, turning him into a hideous creature that fed on the Force itself, and indeed needed it to survive. Angor ceased to be himself, and became the Force Vampire.

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