Pella went into overdrive and Andronikos finally took to hiding in the sparring room to get away from her endless questions about the wedding. Liri was actually shocking Pella every time her head came around the doorway. Pella's set of boundaries had vanished the moment Liri had agreed to let her plan the wedding and she'd taken to walking in on them whenever she had a question, which was often. Liri was holed up training Xalek, using Khem's force resistance as practice for simple fighting moves without relying on the Force.

He could go watch them, but it had been a week since they'd gotten any alone time and it'd just end up making him frustrated. Having a passion-driven Sith for a wife and not getting to jump her for a full week is making me violent. I've got to get Pella to leave us alone. Not even Decimus was able to reign her in, although he'd made a good effort before he had to return to Dromund Kaas. Pella had enlisted Ashara's help and now he had two women he was desperately trying to avoid.

Maybe I could drug her. He stalked down the hallway away from the room. He watched out ahead of him for Pella. Jorif rounded the corner and grinned wickedly at him.

"Thank the stars it's you," Andronikos said.

"Pella on the warpath again?"

"She ever go off it?"

"Nah. You should have seen her when we started working together."

"You jealous of her and Decimus?"

"Nah, we were always casual. Still comes by my room late at night when he's not around."

"How goes things on your end?"

"Planning your bachelor party."

Andronikos stopped. "Jorif, I'm already a married man."

"Not legally. And c'mon. I haven't gotten to go to a bachelor party in years."

"Make it a joint one with whatever Pella is planning. No slaves unless they volunteer."

Jorif frowned, "Really?"

"Really."

"I'll talk to Liri about it; she already gave Pella permission to plan a bachelorette party." Jorif smirked, "Although she requested you as the entertainment."

"I'll kill her later."

"We all know what you look like naked, wouldn't be a stretch."

"I don't dance."

"Fine, I'll go talk to her. I've got some good food being flown in though, some rare alcohol."

"What kind of rare food?"

"Bantha steaks, Dantooine fruit; and get this, I managed to track down a bottle of Corellian whisky from the year you were born."

Andronikos scowled at him. Jorif shrugged, "Not my fault you're old."

"I'm only four years older than you! Decimus is much older than me!"

Jorif grinned, "I just like pushing your buttons."

Andronikos frowned, "Where are we doing this?"

"The bridge, like usual."

Andronikos sighed. "Alright."

"Khem Val has requested to not attend, but Xalek seems excited. Well, as excited as I've ever seen him get. Talos is nervous; you might want to talk to him about what this entails. Decimus will be there along with the rest of the crew."

Andronikos shrugged.

"Oh and on the slave front, Liri apparently called some friends from back when she was a dancer." Andronikos perked up, "They're flying in for this."

"That's good news."

"Why?"

"Uh, nevermind. Thanks for doing this. How's the search for the-"

"Coming along. Haven't tracked it down specifically, but I've got a few guys on it." Jorif stopped him. "I had a question now that I've gotten to know Liri a bit."

"What's that?"

"Have you told her what you did to Moff Trysan?"

"Huh. No, I haven't. I'd almost forgotten."

"Something to fill her in on."

"What brought that up?"

"She asked me to look up his son."

Andronikos froze in the hallway. "She did what?"

"Asked me to-"

"I heard you." Andronikos sped up and Jorif raced to keep up with him.

Andronikos paused then and Jorif crashed into the back of him. Andronikos turned and scowled.

"Sorry, just, what's the problem?"

"Moff Trysan was Liri's original owner."

Jorif's eyes widened. "Her slave owner?"

"Yeah."

"Is that why you-"

"Yeah."

"But why does she want to know about his son?"

"They were close, somehow. She's never given me details."

"She give you details about the Moff?"

"Enough to justify what I did."

"We got a good haul off his ship."

"That we did."

"I didn't even realize it was personal."

Andronikos shrugged, "It being personal was secondary. It was a good haul for little loss of life."

"How many other things were personal?"

Andronikos eyed him, "What exactly are you asking?"

"Did you ever send us somewhere just because it was personal?"

Andronikos glared at him, but Jorif glared back. "Not once. I would never risk the fleet just for revenge."

Jorif relaxed. "Alright, I believe you."

Andronikos snorted, "You know me so well by now, you really think everything I ever did was just for her?"

"Yes, but you wouldn't have risked us if it wasn't worth it." Jorif took a few steps back, grinning. "You care enough about us for that. You know, you're kind of soft."

Andronikos snarled, pulling a blaster, but Jorif ducked around the corner.

Andronikos ran his hands over his mohawk. Okay, well time to go nail her to the wall on this. He smirked. And hopefully nail her against the wall after that.