Six months later, Loneva sits at the research station, frantically typing away. Rylo paces behind her. "Something bothering you?" she asks.

"Not really," he says, "I'm just bored."

"Well, could you please pace somewhere else? You're making me nervous."

"Why?" he looks over her shoulder, "You're not ashamed of what you're doing, are you?"

"Not at all," Loneva says, not looking up, "I just need to concentrate, and with that noise you're making, I'm worried I might make an error."

"So take a break. You've been at that thing for six hours. That can't be good for your eyes. Or your hands," he smirks. "I know Jori would be pretty disappointed if your fingers suddenly gave out."

"Ha ha ha," Loneva laughs sarcastically, "I'm working on something we really need. This is an interface for Jori's ship. It humanizes the ship a little, and makes using it more streamlined. Means we won't need to be in the cockpit constantly, and it'll help our recon missions go much faster."

"Really? Got a name for this program?"

"I'm thinking Danica," she shrugs.

"Why Danica?"

"Just a nice-sounding name. That's it," she says.

"Well, I'd really like to see this interface in action," Rylo leans forward.

Loneva pushes him back. "Then buzz off and let me work."

"Fine. But you owe me later. A view, and what you promised last week."

"Emphasis on 'later'," Loneva says, "Now leave me alone."

Rylo walks off into the jungle, leaving the Jedi to her business, and boards his ship. His steps echo as he walks over the hidden compartments he'd installed for smuggling. Why did he stay in that business so long, anyway? All he could come up with in the way of an answer was that it was just what he fell into, and he happened to be quite good at it. "Something on your mind?"

He jumps at the sound of the voice. "J-Jori! What are you doing here?"

The Sith smiles at him. She's wearing a tight pink top and a pair of very small denim shorts, leaving her legs and midsection almost completely uncovered. Her lightsaber is longer than her shorts. "I was looking for you. I'm quite excited for what we'll be doing tonight."

The Zabrak squats near the floor. "Really? I never figured you for that kinda type."

"Neither did I," she admits. "I'd buried everything in my memory. Talking about what happened at the Academy reminded me of what I was capable of. I don't think I'll ever again live quite as decadently as I did in those days, but that's what they were for."

"So, you're fine with me and Loneva…"

"I'll manage," she says, "I've fantasized about you with her quite enough. I should be able to handle it."

"Any do's or don'ts?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Don't kiss either of us, don't hit us, and don't put more than a finger in...well, my backside."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he grins.

"So what's been on your mind?"

The spacer sighs. "I'm thinking of giving up the smuggling business altogether."

"Why?"

"There's just too much outside of my control. I can't control where customs ships fly, I can't control the demands of my clients, and I can't control the business environments."

Jori sits on the floor next to him. "So what are you thinking of doing?"

He smirks. "I'm thinking I'll chase bounties."

"That's strange," the Sith tilts her head, "Wouldn't you run into all the same difficulties as a bounty hunter? The exact same ones that are getting you out of the smuggler life?"

"Not really," he shakes his head and sits next to Jori, who puts her legs over his lap. He starts massaging her thighs. "I can decide what bounties to take, how to carry them out, how much to charge...I can modify my repertoire. Only thing I need to pay attention to is the political climate."

"Oh, you need to know which Senator or Dark Lord of the week will need somebody erased?"

Rylo nods. "Exactly. Of course, I won't approach them directly. Most of the hunters I know get lists from the Mandalorian Enclave in Kaas City, or bounty boards on Nar Shaddaa."

"I wouldn't recommend either of those. I've been to the Mandalorian Enclave, and they only share their lists with fellow Mandalorians. As for Nar Shaddaa, it's being monitored closely by the Zakuulans. I doubt they'll really care whether the Empire and Republic wage proxy wars with one another, but you did say you're a wanted man." She smiles and lays back as the Zabrak moves up to her calves.

"So where should I get bounties, then?"

"If you're that determined, you could always try the Hutts. Go to Nal Hutta and seek out one of the many crime lords there. Get their attention by helping out in one of their street gang fights. And make sure your ship is plenty secured, or you'll be stranded. Ships on Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, as I'm sure you know, are worth their weight in spice. Only the very wealthy willingly stay on either world."

"Yeah, yeah, I heard all that," he says. "I guess I could start there."

"Once you've earned a reputation with whatever Hutt you work for, pressure him to give you more lucrative bounties. Perform to the best of your abilities. Always hold onto new tricks. That's how you advance in any business you start."

He nods. "That's how I moved up so far in the spice business. It makes sense that the same principles would apply."

"Well, it's not just that. I did spend a while with a crew of Mandalorians. They were always discussing new ways to improve their holdings."

"And new ways to make you-ow!"

The Sith kicks him in the chin, not hard enough to injure him, but hard enough to get him to stop. "I told you, I was only a whore in my Academy days, and for that one week. I had a single lover with the Mandalorians, but that was it, and believe me, I was happy to be rid of him."

Rylo rubs his chin. "You're so lucky you're not gonna be in Loneva's position tonight."

"I know." She chuckles, then reaches for his crotch, feeling him bulge through the cloth. "Hmm, this conversation's really been turning you on."

"Can you blame me? How about a little test drive first?"

Jori shrugs. "Oh, why not." She unzips his greaves, his member standing out, pointing straight at her face. Grinning, she plants a kiss on the tip, stroking the shaft slowly. "Mmm...no matter how many times I touch it, it's always so hard to fathom."

Rylo puts his hands behind his head, leaning back against the bulkhead. "It sure feels real."

Loneva pokes her head in. "Hey you two, save it for later. I want to test out the new interface I developed."

The Zabrak stands, zipping up his pants. "Now this I gotta see." He and Jori follow Loneva to her ship, where she has installed the interface. "So, what's this thing do?"

The Jedi smiles. "Danica, give a demonstration."

The ramp closes and the ship lifts off. It starts a high velocity orbit around the planet, using its gravity to slingshot off the other side, clear through the nebula. "Please input next parameters."

"Danica, take us somewhere fun."

"Calculating hyperspace vector."

"Where are we going?" Jori asks.

Loneva shrugs. "I honestly don't know. I set her to cross-reference places across the galaxy known for generating high tourist revenues, and which are talked of generally positively, and within our budget. She could take us to one of any two hundred places in the galaxy."

"Coordinates set. Entering hyperspace now." The ship jumps forward into hyperspace. "Estimated time to arrival: seven hours, twenty-eight minutes."

"We might as well make use of the time," Rylo says.

The Jedi grins. "Oh, I think I know just what you're thinking. Danica, enter fun time mode."

The ship's lights darken and take on a reddish hue, while a steady bass-heavy tune plays over the intercom. Jori smiles. "Nice." She removes her clothes.

Loneva and Rylo do the same as Jori lies on the floor on a large mattress she prepared for this very reason. When Loneva is undressed, she gets on all fours, dragging her breasts across the Sith as she moves up to her mouth. Jori kisses back, wrapping her arms and legs around her, almost as if she's holding on for her life. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Loneva whispers in her ear.

"As ready as I'll ever be, and it helps that I'm the one you're paying attention to." She grabs onto Loneva's breasts, squeezing them firmly as the Jedi forces her tongue into her mouth.

Rylo is ready for them within mere seconds. He touches Loneva's sex just to make sure she's ready, then positions himself at the entrance, and slowly pushes into the Jedi. He gets even firmer seeing Loneva bite Jori's neck as he enters her, and pushes until he can go no further, backing off slightly. "You good?" he asks her as he massages her rear with his hands.

Loneva grunts. "Yeah. Just...give me a moment to get used to it." She looks at Jori. "You weren't kidding. Last time I had one this big, it was with my, erm, special girlfriend. Only difference is, she couldn't go in too hard since she had a rather small frame."

Jori grins. "A petite girl with a huge cock? Sounds hot."

The Jedi gives her seat a wiggle, causing Rylo to twitch inside her. "She was." She looks back to Rylo. "Alright, you can start now." As the Zabrak thrusts, she rubs against her girlfriend's clit in circles, kissing her passionately. Jori responds by squeezing her breasts, twisting and flicking the nipples. Loneva pulls Jori back a few inches, putting her breasts in her face. The Sith takes the Jedi's nipples into her mouth, sucking on them hungrily as she massages the rest of the breasts.

Jori hums softly, pushing back against Loneva's fingers. She rubs her back, thinking about the smoothness of the Jedi's rich, dark skin. Despite her promiscuous days at the Academy, Loneva was, much to her dissatisfaction, the first dark-skinned woman she'd ever been with. Something about that just makes her knees weak. She rolls her hips back as Loneva's fingers enter her, curving upwards. Loneva is kind, beautiful, has a magnificent body, is an excellent lover, and above all loves her back. What more could she ask for? Nothing. Here Loneva is, taking the cock that Jori herself felt powerless against, and yet she's paying attention to her. This is all the proof Jori needs that Loneva will never leave her. She is falling in love with this untested, naive, but lovable Jedi all over again. That's better than any orgasm. She moans loudly into Loneva's breasts and a steady stream of juices gushes out over her hand.

Loneva chuckles. "My, that was quick. Was I really that good?"

"I…" Jori grins, "I just love you so much." She swallows. With that last insecurity gone, she can no longer deny her greatest love such pleasure. "Go ahead and enjoy Rylo. I can go elsewhere while you do."

She moves to scoot out, but Loneva puts a hand on her shoulder. "No. Don't go. I want you here."

Jori decides to stay put. "Th-thank you. That means a lot to me." She kisses Loneva. The Jedi moans softly, but her moans get louder as she finishes off, spraying against Rylo, who soon expels his load into her.

"Kriff, that was awesome." He puts his hands on the floor, when his arms freeze.

The Sith glares at him. "Don't you dare pull out of her. Wait until you go soft, and come out naturally."

He looks confused. "What? I just thought I'd give you two some time together."

"It feels wrong when a man pulls out right after. It's so empty."

"I never heard that. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because you weren't kriffing my girlfriend earlier."

The Zabrak smiles. "You really do care about her, don't you? Alright, I'll wait, then I'll go right out and shower."

Loneva finally catches her breath. "Thank you, Jori."

"In all seriousness, there is something I need to discuss with you, and you only. Something very important."

Rylo laughs. "Hey, wouldn't be the first time I left right after the act."

The Jedi rolls her eyes. "What a surprise."

When the Zabrak is finally done, he is pushed out slowly. He stands up and walks out, carrying his clothes in a bundle. Loneva clenches herself shut and waddles over to the 'fresher, letting what he'd left in her out, wiping the rest off, and flushing. She washes her hands and dresses. "So, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"It's something that's rather distressing for me. Remember a month ago when that data rod from the Eternal ship infected your cortical implant with a virus and shut it down?"

"Jori, I'm still here. As you said, I was only dead for a minute. Was it really longer than that?"

The Sith shakes her head. "No, that's not the issue. The issue is what happened afterwards."

"You brought me back to life. But the way you've been acting really hasn't shown you moving towards the Dark Side."

"That doesn't mean it didn't have consequences. When I reached into the Dark Side, it did something to me that I couldn't sense at the time. Something that I never would have thought would be a problem."

Loneva sits down next to her. "What did it do?"

Jori hangs her head. "It...it cut off my ability to feel or use the Light Side."

"Really? That happened just because you used one Dark Side ritual?"

"It didn't all happen at once. That incident started a decay of some sort. It took a full six months before I could really accept it." Tears begin flowing from her eyes. "That's the price I must pay for my inability to let go of you. I can't heal, I can't protect. I only use Dark Side techniques if I have no choice. It's like part of me has been taken away." She rests her head on Loneva's shoulder. "I might be able to move on, but for the rest of my life, I'm sure I'll feel like I'm missing a limb."

Loneva kisses Jori on top of her head. "I'm sure we can find a way to fix this."

"How? Even if you could persuade the Jedi Masters to help, they're not on Tython anymore. They've all been scattered through the galaxy or killed."

"I know," Loneva says, "But the archives are still there, and it's unlikely the Zakuulans will still be there since they no longer consider the Jedi a threat. They might have the answer we seek, and besides, Tython is strong in the Light Side."

"Alright. But I want to see where the ship's headed first."

"We won't be there for another few hours. How about you work on your writing, and I'll fine-tune the ship's new interface?"

"That works."