Jorif had poured two glasses of what he called the good stuff and handed one to Andronikos. Taking a sip, Andronikos whistled.

"Good stuff indeed. Where have you been squirreling this away?"

"My quarters." Jorif took a sip and sighed in appreciation.

"I could make a run for it."

Jorif snickered, "To where? The only place she won't find you is in the Republic and they consider you a traitor."

"Jorif, if you had any idea what was on that recording..."

Jorif coughed, "I sort of do know."

Andronikos' jaw fell open, "How the hell do you know?"

Jorif ran a hand over the back of his neck uneasily, "Remember that fight we got into about the raid on Balmorra?"

"Yeah. As I recall, I ended up being right."

"You were, but we were mad that night. Anyway, Pella and I were so pissed, we got a copy, got drunk and watched it."

Andronikos groaned and put his hand over his eyes.

"Pella thought the whole thing was hilarious. First thing she said was that she should stop making jokes about your ship or blaster size because you obviously didn't need to compensate for anything. Her comments got worse from there. She had all sorts of questions she wanted to ask you, but I convinced her to keep it a secret."

"Then you know why Liri shouldn't see it."

"I don't know, Andronikos. Pretty good stuff that." Jorif was snickering, "Seriously, that one part with the-"

Andronikos held up a hand, "Don't." He finished his drink and held his glass out.

Jorif filled it silently.

"What do I do?"

"Ask Pella?"

"She's busy." Jorif raised an eyebrow at him. "With Decimus."

Jorif laughed, "Oho, about time. She was starting to annoy me."

Andronikos raised an eyebrow, "Annoy you?"

"Wanted a Sith of her own to play with since she doubted you'd let her play with yours."

Andronikos laughed, "Really? A Sith to play with?"

"Pella's one of a kind."

Andronikos rolled his eyes, "Oh man, I don't even want to think about her and Liri."

"Liar," Jorif grinned at him. "Hell, I'm thinking about it right now."

Andronikos punched him in the arm. After a moment he said, "Alright, fair enough. Not a terrible image."

"You should see if you can swing that."

"No way, she's already mad at me." He drained his glass and held it out. "Give me another."

Jorif filled it, "You know, maybe you just distract her?"

"With what? I hardly think my usual distraction is going to work."

"Plan a trip, some time away where you can just be together without having to worry."

"She's a Sith. There's no such place."

"Find a new place." Jorif's eyes lit up, "Or! Get a really luxurious ship, fly it to the middle of nowhere, turn off the comms and just be together."

"That's a pretty good idea." Andronikos leaned his head back on the wall, his hands on his neck, "Or Alderaan. There's some great spots on Alderaan and that's where we first got together."

"That's not bad. You know anyone on Alderaan who could help you put something together?"

"If she's still there, yeah. I know a Thul."

"So make it happen. Some time together, talk, get past the sex and actually talk, that should do you some good."

"I don't know that we've ever gotten past the sex. We just sort of fit the talking in between."

Jorif shook his head, "Any chance she has a non-Sith sister?"

Andronikos smirked at him.

"Don't give me that; you're the one with an angry Sith wife."

"Damn. Can I just hide out here until she comes looking for me?"

"I think you're better off stealing Fury."

Andronikos was in the hangar, trying to drunkenly slice Fury's door panel based on Jorif's equally drunk directions when she found him.

She'd been crying; he noticed immediately. Shit. You are in no condition to handle this.

She walked up the ramp and punched in a code. Fury's door slid open. They stood there looking at each other and Andronikos had the strong desire to just get in the ship to fly away.

"You're drunk," she stated.

"Yes, quite a bit."

"Is that just your answer to everything?"

"For the past year, yeah." Oh not smart, Revel, not smart.

Her face crumpled, but she pulled it back together. Her expression was starting to clear, go blank the way it did before she was about to deal with someone she didn't like. Or kill someone, don't forget that. His head was foggy.

"I guess I should wait until you're sober."

"Why wait? If it's bad, just tell me now. I always handle things better with a few drinks in me." He sauntered over towards her, "Go on, Sith. You leaving me again?"

Liri backed up against Fury, but he kept going until his body was nearly flush against hers. "C'mon Sith, tell me to stop. Tell me it's over. That what I did was disgusting. That I don't deserve you. Nothing I haven't thought before." He reached out and slammed his hands on either side of her.

She looked at him coldly and pushed him off of her with the Force so that he skidded down the ramp. With a snarl, he was up on his feet, launching himself into her, tackling her to the ground. He got her pinned under him, "Which part was the worst for you to watch, huh?"

"Stop it, Rev."

"Was it the end, where I almost choked that one to death? That's the part that stuck with me."

"Stop it."

He gazed down at her, his anger fading at the pain in her eyes.

"Why'd you watch it?" he whispered.

"I had to see..."

"Why, Liri, why did you have to see me like that?"

"So that I'm not the only fucked up one in this relationship!" She struggled to get out from under him and he let her up, "I'm not some free, perfect pirate who can just screw his way across the galaxy if he wants. I have to do things to keep my position; things far worse than anything on that tape. Things far worse than anything we've done to each other or that you've seen me do. It's like another kind of slavery for me! I might not have a master anymore, but I've still had to sleep with people I didn't want to or do what other Sith say so I don't die."

Andronikos blinked at her, drunkenly.

"Liri..."

"And you act like that video was the worst thing you've ever done. That video was a fucking regular Saturday night when I was a slave. At the end of that video, everyone got to live, whole, intact. So you fucked a bunch of women, some at the same time, who cares? Hell, you didn't even do half the crazy shit we end up doing to each other. You still don't understand what me being a Sith means. It's just another form of captivity."

She sighed and turned away from him finally.

"You think you don't deserve me? It's not even a question."

She palmed Fury's door shut and walked out of the hangar. By the time he collected himself enough to follow her, she was far ahead of him.

He caught up to her quickly, she wasn't trying to hide or walk fast.

"Liri..." She kept moving. He grabbed her hand and she shook him off. "Liri, stop dammit!"

"What, Rev?" she turned around and was shouting at him, "What are you going to say? What's going to change this?"

"Nothing, but you're not... We deserve each other. We deserve this." He saw her waver and took the opportunity to pull her to him. "Let's stop trying to outdo each other in the fucked up department and just call this what it is. It's a marriage. We love each other. I'm not going anywhere or secretly judging you." He bent down and kissed her softly. "I love all the parts of you, even the fucked up Sith ones."

She clung to him, crying. He just held her, finally picking her up and carrying her to their room.