Andronikos shook his head, watching her go. He'd never slept with Pella, although she'd hinted at it more than once. Jorif had told him some stories though. Explicit stories he could have lived without knowing. He groaned; he was going out gambling with Jorif and the human tin can tonight. If both of them started sharing Pella stories, he'd kill them.

He heard footsteps approaching behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Jorif.

"So you got separate parties after all."

"Shh!" said Jorif with a big grin. "Pella thinks she's getting rid of us!"

"My wife is rehearsing a dance for tomorrow and you're making me leave."

"I'm absolutely going to ogle the hell out of your wife tomorrow."

Andronikos rolled his eyes, "Go ahead. She's sexy as hell." He smirked at Jorif, "And she wouldn't touch you even if I was there."

Jorif raised an eyebrow, "Wait, you have permission for threesomes?"

"Vague permission. We haven't really talked about it extensively."

"Maybe there's something to this obsession with Sith."

"Don't get any ideas," came a voice from behind them.

They both turned. Andronikos grinned, "Nice of you to lose the cape and dress like a person for once."

Decimus scowled at him. "I am only required to be nice to you for the duration of the next two nights." He paused, "And the wedding. After that, I can do what I want to you."

Andronikos raised his eyebrows, "Required?"

Decimus looked away out through the hangar, "Pella made me promise."

Andronikos and Jorif snickered. Decimus glared at them, "I will happily direct her your way."

Jorif started protesting immediately, "No, that's fine."

Andronikos smirked, "Go ahead. I've got Liri to shield me from the worst of it."

"You think that now."

Andronikos rolled his shoulders, heading past the shuttle to Fury. He punched the code in Liri had given him and the three of them trooped on board. Andronikos loved this ship. He ran his hand over the hall as he headed for the bridge.

Jorif looked at one of the chairs, "Has this place been sterilized since you four took it to Taris?"

"Welcome Aboard!" said Twovee.

Jorif jumped about a foot high and pulled his blaster on the droid.

Andronikos snickered.

Twovee continued, "I assure you this ship is in pristine condition. I regularly clean every inch of it for my Master's pleasure."

Jorif rolled his eyes and put his blaster away.

"Go away Twovee," said Andronikos.

"Yes, sir!" said the droid, leaving.

Andronikos slid into the pilot's seat and grinned, running his hands over the controls.

"You look like a kid in a candy store," observed Decimus.

"You should feel how well this ship responds. It's amazing to fly."

"I've never been that interested in flying," said Decimus. "You ever crash?"

"Liri almost made me crash once," Andronikos said grinning, shifting the ship out of the hangar.

"I can only imagine," muttered Jorif.

"I ended up parking us haphazardly on a small moon." Andronikos grinned, remembering that night.

Jorif pointedly set in coordinates and Andronikos started to fly. He heard Decimus and Jorif get into what sounded like a conversation about Pella behind him, which he tuned out.

They arrived on a space station, a known smuggler's hangout and Andronikos quirked an eye at Jorif.

"Just wait," Jorif promised.

Uneasily, Andronikos followed the other two out of the ship and into what looked like a casino.

Jorif lead the way down a hallway and into a room that smelled of blood and sweat. There was a giant ring, inside of which two guys beat the hell out of each other. Jorif leaned over and yelled over the crowd, "See, no dancers."

Andronikos grinned and saw that people were reacting to Decimus in the usual way. Jorif walked ahead to a dais obviously set up for them, with drinks and comfortable chairs. He poured three shots and raised them in a toast; the current fight had ended and new fighters were moving in. "To Andronikos, marrying the only women who can keep up with him."

Andronikos laughed at that and tossed back the shot.

The next four hours were filled with bloody fights, lots of bets and more alcohol than they should have reasonably been able to consume.

Quite drunk, they returned to the ship and Jorif directed the droid to get them back. They cracked a bottle of whisky from Liri's bar and drank on the floor.

"Y'know what I don't understand," slurred Jorif.

"Lots of things," said Andronikos, grinning.

Jorif swung a punch at him and Andronikos ducked it, shoving Jorif into the wall and punching him in the face. Jorif laughed and sat down hard on the floor. "I don't get how you two fell in love."

Decimus snorted and laughed. "You've never seen her fight."

Jorif blinked, "No, I mean. She's a Sith. You're a pirate. How'd you fall in love?"

"Well, first it was just sex. But she was amazing." Andronikos stretched his hands behind his head and leaned back on the floor. "She was so strong and so powerful, but she trusted me. She'd curl around me and look at me with such affection. She used to ask my advice, take it even. She could fight at my back like no one I'd ever met before. I was half gone on her already and she was just so-"

"Why were you half gone on her?"

"Alderaan, she'd slept with some Sith guy and I was so jealous, but I didn't really figure it out. She was kind of... sad. Zash was becoming a problem and I was debating making a run for it so I wouldn't get caught up between them. Then Liri made me a flower chain in a field on Alderaan."

Jorif started hooting, "You fell in love with the girl because of a flower chain?"

"I'll punch you again."

Decimus leaned over and handed Andronikos a new glass of whisky. "I, for one, was jealous that you got to her first. But, since she has the capacity to fall in love, I'm very glad it was you and not someone like Ravage." He tilted his glass at Andronikos who was touched.

Andronikos cleared his throat. "Thank you."

They chatted drunkenly for awhile until the ship landed back on the flagship. Stumbling off the ship, they saw they had a welcoming committee of Pella, Liri, Bere and one of the dancers.

Pella grinned wickedly at them. Decimus stumbled over to her and didn't say anything, but she arched up on her toes and then leaned into him.

"We're off," Pella announced and pulled Decimus down the hallway towards his quarters.

Jorif was eyeing the dancer that Andronikos didn't know and Liri said casually, "Why don't we get some more drinks in our quarters, Rev?"

He started to saunter over to her, but she moved back out of reach, grinning.

"I've had quite a bit already," he said drunkenly.

She continued to back away from him and he followed, not paying attention to who was following them.

The other three followed him into his quarters and Liri handed him a drink, finally allowing him to grab her.