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When Grate got back he had a splitting headache. Shopping with his brothers was worse than being trampled by a herd of banthas. (Don't ask.) He wondered how Don was taking it. He walked over to Don's quarters to see Don leaving. He sneaked after him. Don was whistling and acting all happy. Grate couldn't figure out why; shopping with his brothers wasn't a happy occasion. He soon found out why Don was so happy. He saw a red-head walk toward Don. They talked for a few minutes before they started walking down the same street they had just shopped at. She drug him into several stores before Don started complaining. Then she took him into an ice cream shop. Grate couldn't figure out why Don consented to go shopping after he had been shopping all morning. They walked out and walked to a park. Then they sat on a bench and ate ice cream. He sneaked closer.

"That was a bite!"

"You can have a bite of mine," she replied sweetly. Grate nodded wisely; Don was in love. He watched them eat the rest of their ice cream and then they stood up. They began walking and she slipped her hand into his. Grate decided he had seen enough. He walked back to the barracks. Everyone else was busy; he didn't know what to do. He normally hung out with Don. Instead he wondered around until he met up with Trix. It didn't take him long to see that she had been crying about something.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, there's a lot of smoke in the air. It makes my eyes water like crazy. How are you?"

"Good, how's being a Jedi?"

"Plenty of fun," she said sarcastically. "How's being a troop?"

"I just LOVE being in the GAR," he replied just as sarcastically.

She grinned, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, there isn't anything TO do. Don is off with his girl and everyone else has plans. I'll probably just go read."

"That's SO boring! Why don't you do something fun?"

"Like?"

"What do your brothers do for fun?"

"They go to cantinas; to me those aren't fun. I don't get the point of watching women, wearing hardly anything, dance."

"I agree, I never got the point of that either. I have an idea. Go get out of uniform and change into civilian clothes. I'll do the same. Meet me back here when you're done." Before he had a chance to say anything she ran off toward the temple. He headed back and changed. He decided to wear a long-sleeved shirt with his "armor" underneath. Just in case. When he got back she was standing there waiting. She grinned at him, "Nice outfit. We look like normal people out to enjoying a Coruscant evening. Did you eat?" He shook his head, "Neither did I," she said. "I know a place where we can get fairly fast food." She started walking, then realizing he wasn't following she paused, "Well, are you coming?"

"Sure; where is this place."

"Surely you've heard of Dex's diner."

"OH, that's where we're going."

"Mm-hmm, hurry up. I'm starving." They had a nice dinner and after words they took a walk. After a while she began picking up her pace and he realized she was heading somewhere. She headed for a small building. At first he thought it was a cantina but then he realized there weren't any dancing girls. Everyone looked up when they entered.

"Hi Malakay, enjoying a night out?"

"Yep, this is my friend Jamando."

"Want your usual?"

"Yep, one for him too."

"Are you going to stay here or go."

"We'll be in the corner booth."

"Alright."

They walked to the corner booth near the back exit and sat down. "You drink?" he asked. "Aren't you underage?"

"It's not a 'drink'. It's a cream soda."

"A what?"

"It's a type of soda that nowhere else sells. It's non-alcoholic."

"Okay."

"Look Grate, I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I may not be a perfect padawan but I don't drink or do drugs. Have you even smelled that stuff? It smells like sweaty socks that were left in a locker for a week. Other people can drink it if they want but I'll keep my distance."

"Sorry, most of my brothers drink."

"In your battalion?"

"No, only one or two do. Most of them agree with your statement."

Their drinks came and Grate took a drink. He must have looked surprised at the sweet taste because she laughed and he looked at her for real. She was beautiful; not just pretty or okay, BEAUTIFUL! He couldn't help but wonder what she would look like in a dress. He also wondered what happened to her nose ring.

"You're wondering about my nose ring."

He looked startled, "How did you know?"

"You're looking at me funny. I decided I didn't really want it. I didn't want it in the first place."

"Then why did you get it?"

"I was mad at my master; I got it to get back at him. It was dumb."

"Well, we all learn from our mistakes."

"I like you Grate. You don't sugar coat things. You say them like they are."

"Everyone says I'm tactless."

"Tactlessness is good. It's better than sugar coating everything." They finished their drinks in silence and she paid for them and they left. The hairs on Grate's neck stood up. Trix must have sensed whatever it was because she grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"Hello."

"Hi, do I know you?" Trix asked.

"No, but I know you, Trixieanna Montrail."

"You have got the wrong person. My name is Malakay and this is Jamando."

"You can't fool me, I know you are a Jedi and he is a clone."

"I'm telling you; I'm not a Jedi and he is NOT a clone."

"GET THEM BOYS!" Trix grabbed her lightsaber from off her belt and jumped at them. Grate grabbed his blaster off his belt and started firing. Trix was fast with her lightsaber and she deflected all the bolts and sliced up their blasters. They ran off as soon as they saw they were defeated.

"Grate, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"But some bolts got past me."

"Yeah, but my armor wouldn't let them through." Trix grabbed his arm and examined where the bolt had burnt his shirt.

"How didn't..." her voice trailed off.

"Del got us new armor. It's made out of dragon scales."

Trix laughed, "That is SO like Del. Come on let's get out of here before more people try to kill us." They laughed and talked the whole way back.

Trix was about to head for the temple when he grabbed her arm. "What am I supposed to say if they ask me what I did to night?"

"Tell them you were hanging out with a friend."

"What if they ask what friend?"

"Tell them that it is none of their business! If they bug you about it tell them to take it up with me."

"Why did you call me Jamando?"

"It's Jango and Mando combined. It was all I could think of on short notice. Night."

Grate was right they did ask what he did that night but they were satisfied with his answer. He laid in bed that night thinking about her. He wondered if that was what a date was like. Minus the fake names and getting shot at. If it was he could get used to that.