The biggest downside to mainly living in space was that when there was nothing to do, there was NOTHING to do. Nothing but to lay about and wait for another sith to threaten the universe again. Every now and then, a call would come in to check up on them, and to ask why Jameson and Kira didn't just come back to Tython if they were so bored out in space.

The answer was simple: finding a safe place to make love on a planet filled with ultra conservative Jedi was quite difficult.

As such, the lovers kept to the ship whenever they desired alone time. The rest of the crew knew how to read the room, and knew when the two Jedi secretly wanted them off the ship ASAP. So here Jameson was, laying on his side in his quarters, watching the love of his life sleep next to him. Her beautiful naked body was concealed beneath the blankets, and her tussled red-orange hair fell over her adorable, smiling face. He couldn't resist stroking the hair out of his lover's face, feeling her soft porcelain skin against his red, bony fingers. What did he ever do to deserve her? He still had no idea how she became so interested in him. Jameson chuckled to himself as he laid back on the bed, hands behind his head.

Their first kiss was awkward on his end in ways he didn't even know he was capable of. Jameson was fumbling over himself at every possible turn, while she remained calm and sly as always. It was about a month before they followed up on those events, at which point Jameson had come to terms with how he felt about her.

He knew, even back then, that he was deeply in love with her. He'd even go so far as to say he had always loved her. Which made his memories of being a thrall of the emperor all the more painful. His hand stilled on her face as the memories came back. Watching her being interrogated by the sith with, he shuddered to think, joy. Joy at the sight of his love being broken down by monstrous sith. To think that such action would've continued had master Orgus not intervened from beyond the grave to break him free. And just in time, considering that not five minutes later he was asked to personally torture Kira for information. If they weren't on borrowed time, he would've broken down holding Kira after freeing her.

But they did escape, they stopped the emperor, and now they could rest like this every day. Kira began to stir awake. Jameson sat up and kissed her on the cheek as her eyes fluttered open. "Good morning," he whispered.

She smirked that coy little smirk that he loved so much and chuckled groggily. "You sure it's morning?" she asked. "I mean, it's pretty hard to tell."

Jameson shrugged. "It's morning somewhere, I'm sure." The two leaned into each other and kissed deeply. After separating, Jameson rested his forehead against hers. "I love you," he said softly, for her only.

Kira chuckled once more and kissed him on the nose. "There you go again. You know, I work so hard on this sarcastic tough girl routine, and you just demolish it in three words."

Jameson winked. "One of my many talents."

"I'll say." Kira rolled on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed some more. Though around the same age, Jameson, being a Sith Pureblood, was considerably taller and broader than Kira. Kira leaned into Jameson's ear and whispered. "I love you more, tough guy."

Jameson held Kira as tight as he could without hurting her. He internally swore over and over to never let anything happen to her, or the life they would have together. Whoever would dare to take either of those away would have to kill him 1,000,000 over before he would let that happen.

Just then, a sharp beeping sound came from the other end of the ship. It was the holoterminal, someone was calling. Kira's laugh was muffled by his neck, in which her face was nuzzled. "You get it, I don't think my legs are gonna be working properly for the next few days." Jameson groaned under his breath, rose from his bed and donned his robes. He did not plan on putting on pants today…

Jameson walked to the holoterminal room, its bright lights combined with the light of the holoterminal blinding him for a moment after hours of quiet darkness. The holoterminal buzzed with life, and from its crater-esque top rose a hologram of Darth Marr. Jameson, who hadn't seen or heard from Darth Marr since the incident with Revan, was taken aback by the appearance. "M-Marr?" he said before composing himself.

"Master Taleron," Marr said with a greeting nod. "Gather your crew and make for Wild Space. We have a problem that needs solving now."