Loneva opens the central computer on her ship, sitting in front of it. "What are you doing now?" Rylo asks.

"Making a few modifications to the interface."

"What for? It seems just fine to me."

"I'm giving her more of a personality," Loneva says, licking her lips. "It's so sterile for her to simply say what she's doing, and in incomplete sentences at that."

"If you need a conversation partner, I'm right here, and your girlfriend's in her room," he points out.

"Jori's busy writing, but that's not the issue. I don't know how long you've had your ship, but they tend to develop personalities, whether they have an AI interface or not. It's important to constantly keep that fact in mind. Every ship has its little handling quirks, desires, and faults. I want my ship to be able to articulate them in a way that's easy to understand."

Rylo nods. "Sounds interesting. Think you could give Danica a sexy voice? I mean, obviously it can't compare to Jori's, not to mention that would be confusing as hell. But why not give it a try?"

"That's exactly one of the things I had in mind." She says. "Now could you please not bother me until we get to wherever we're going? I need to focus."

"I'll be in the back if you need me. Probably cleaning the bulkhead."

"You're so sweet and helpful," Loneva grins at him.

"Get spaced."

The ship arrives before Loneva has finished getting the AI interface back online. "Ah, we're here."

Rylo and Jori leave their separate rooms and head to the cockpit. "Where's here?" the Sith asks.

"I'm not quite sure yet. Give me a moment with the telemetry," she enters a few commands when the commlink sounds. "Ah, maybe this'll tell us!"

She opens the channel. A human-looking man and woman pop up, both entrancingly attractive, and both scantily clad. "Well hello there, weary travelers!" the man says. "Welcome to Zeltros!" the two say in harmony.

Rylo grins and Loneva's eyes grow wide, but Jori raises a brow. "Zeltros? What's that?"

The Zabrak stares at her with horror. "How can you never have heard of Zeltros?! Even being an Imperial's no excuse for that."

The holographic man continues. "We have a wide variety of entertainment accommodations here. No matter what your tastes, we are ready to serve!"

The woman speaks as images of what she's speaking about play. "Whether you'd like to try your luck at one of our many famous casinos, ski at one of our luxury mountain ranges, take in our music, art, and holofilm scene, sit in the sun at our picturesque beaches, or just spend time getting to know our friendly locals, Zeltros has something for you! Feel free to ask anyone you meet."

Now the man returns to the shot. "If you're not enjoying yourself on Zeltros, just let us know, and we'll make sure you are! Whether you're human, Twi'lek, Zabrak, non-humanoid, Jedi, Sith, Republic, Imperial, or even Zakuulan, all are welcome on Zeltros."

The woman speaks. "As a reminder, fighting is not permitted outside of fight clubs or designated arenas, and we ask that all personal weapons be left aboard your ship. Even Jedi and Sith are not exempt from this rule. You may feel naked without your lightsabers, but Zeltros is clothing-optional!"

"So come down planetside," the man says, "And tell our guide where you need to go. And remember…"

"What happens on Zeltros stays on Zeltros!" they say and wink in unison, and the transmission ends.

"So...who are these people?" Jori asks.

"Well," Loneva answers, "I don't know who those two were, but the Zeltrons are every bit as friendly as that recording made them sound. They're always harping on about love, and they certainly practice it. They look like humans, except their skin comes in varying shades of red, they have two livers, and they emit pheromones. They're probably the most sexual people in the galaxy, and full of passion."

"That certainly sounds interesting," Jori nods, "But how will we be able to afford any of this?"

Loneva's head goes down. "Good point. Even if my assets haven't been frozen, the Zakuulans will probably notice if I access my account."

"I've got some money," Rylo says, "In several accounts in different names. They're yours for the time we're here."

Jori smiles. "How considerate of you."

"I guess it's settled," Loneva takes the controls, "I'll take us in for a landing."

As the cabin adjusts to Zeltros' atmosphere, the three of them don their best "party clothes": Rylo puts on a pair of denim greaves and his leather vest with nothing beneath, Loneva dons a short turquoise tube top with form-fitting imitation black leather greaves, and Jori puts on a red halter and her favorite denim skirt. They step out of the ship and are greeted by a busty female Zeltron with dark pink skin in a metal bikini, who grins at them. "Hello, all of you, and welcome to Zeltros! I'm Teleena, and I'll be your guide." She kisses Loneva and Jori on the mouth, and hugs Rylo around the middle, pressing her breasts against him, since she's too short to kiss him. He picks her up and does it anyway, to her clear enjoyment. "Now, what can I do for you folks?"

Rylo grins at her. "Oh, I can think of plenty of things you can do for me, gorgeous. But you'll need to stretch first."

She returns the grin. "I'd be delighted to help you, but I'd like to help your lady friends first."

Jori looks around. "Well, um…"

"Don't tell me: You're first-timers here, aren't you?"

"Yes," Loneva nods.

"Well, in that case, I'd recommend Vortanna Beach. If you didn't bring your bathing suits, we'd be happy to provide them. Or, if you're feeling daring, you can go without."

Jori blushes. "Th-that's quite alright! I'm in the mood for live theater, personally."

"In that case, I recommend The Illuminated Vault. It's our theater with the highest tech, and the best acoustics this side of Geonosis. Tonight, they're putting on a production of Temptation of the Jedi. It's about a Jedi who wants to save a Sith by seducing him. Sound interesting?"

"Um…"

"That sounds great!" Loneva says. "Can you hook us up with tickets?"

"I'm afraid I can't, but I can point you in the right direction." She points to a small kiosk. "Just ask that man over there for two tickets to the nine o'clock showing."

"Thanks," Loneva says, pulling out the credit voucher for one of Rylo's pseudonymous accounts.

Teleena threads her arm through the crook of Rylo's arm and smiles at him. "How about I buy you a drink, stud?"

"Never had a lady offer that before, but I'd love it." They walk off to a nearby cantina.

Loneva practically drags Jori to the ticket kiosk. "Hello!" the attendant says.

"Hello! Two for the nine o'clock showing of Temptation of the Jedi."

"Offworlders, huh?" he smiles, "Before you purchase, I'm required to notify you that this production contains nudity, and actual sex on stage. Do you have any objections?"

The Jedi shakes her head. "None. In fact, I want them even more now! And give us two pairs of opera glasses!"

The attendant rings them up. "Enjoy the show!"

Jori shakes her head as they walk away. "You know, if you wanted to watch someone have sex, I would be willing to lift my skirt for a local."

"But what if I want to watch live sex while having sex with you?"

"You could also solicit locals. I'm sure there's plenty of voyeurs here."

Loneva pulls her close. "You know, ever since your little Force mishap, you've been down in the dumps. Don't you want to live a little?" She kisses her warmly.

Jori smiles. "I'm just nervous, that's all. I've always known the Force, and I've learned as much from the Light as I have from the Dark."

"Don't worry. I'll do whatever it takes to help you get that part of you back. It's the least I can do for you bringing me back. In the meantime...let's enjoy ourselves in the hedonist capital of the galaxy."

"Doing...what, exactly?"

The Jedi thinks for a moment. "Well, if you really want to prepare for your trials on Tython, you should work toward cultivating the right mindset. And for what I have in mind, we're on the perfect planet for it."

"Really? Now this is a line of reasoning that I absolutely must hear."

"One of the most overlooked things that leads to the Dark Side is fear. You need to overcome one of your fears. That will help you be ready for what we will likely face on Tython."

Jori smirks. "And what must I do?"

"You must spend the rest of our visit to this planet naked," Loneva grins.

The Sith laughs. "Right. I'm going to do that." She stares when Loneva doesn't join in her laughing. "Wait...you're serious? I'm going to be naked...in front of all these people?"

"This is Zeltros. It's clothing-optional, remember?"

Jori looks around. "I don't see anyone naked around here."

"Then why don't you start a trend?" Loneva smirks.

"I've never really been the trend-setting type."

"How do you know if you've never tried?"

Jori shakes her head. "I'd rather not."

"Why?"

"Because…" She catches herself before she speaks, then realizes she's talking to herself as much as Loneva. "Because I'm afraid of what will happen."

"Exactly my point," Loneva says, rubbing her back. "And that's why you need to do it. You need to show yourself what you're capable of."

"There is...a way that I've found I can banish my fear. That's if you are here supporting me. With you around, I feel no fear."

"Alright then. How about we do it together?"

"I...I suppose that will work." She smiles. "So... how about we remove each other's clothes?"

Loneva grins and grabs the sides of Jori's tube top and pulls it upwards as the Sith lifts her arms. A series of whistles and lewd remarks emerge from nearby, and Jori blushes. Loneva unfastens Jori's skirt, pulling it down with her panties. They attract a crowd of locals, evenly split between men and women. The Jedi takes their clothes and tosses them to the crowd, who eagerly catches them, and the two kiss each other, feeling one another's bodies. When they pull apart, Loneva scans the crowd. She points to a man wearing a toga and beckons him over, pointing at her girlfriend's rear. He walks over, lifts his garment, and thrusts himself into Jori. The Sith points to a woman in the crowd and massages Loneva's rear. The woman comes over, kneels, and pulls apart Loneva's cheeks, pushing her face inside and licking frantically. Cheers arise from the crowd as the scene grows lewder and more frantic. Jori drops to her knees, beckoning the young man to continue with her, and takes Loneva into her mouth. As the Jedi stands there, in the middle of the field, with two women eating her, one from each side, she puts one of her breasts into her mouth, sucking on it, and slaps the other, twisting its nipple. Two more women emerge from the crowd, each of them taking one of Loneva's breasts into their mouth. This is too much for her and she cries out, her juices spraying Jori in the face. The Sith eagerly drinks them down as the young man finishes off inside her. He climbs off when done, and several of his peers pat him on the back. Jori stands up and kisses Loneva, not even minding that the local is dripping out from between her legs.

The two of them walk a long route around the area, hand in hand. Before long, their novelty has died off, and the locals pay them no more regard than anyone else. "You're right," Jori says, "I needed this. It really does make me feel better about myself."

Loneva squeezes her hand. "How so?"

"It reminds me that I'm still widely considered desirable, and it makes me want to do what I can to preserve that. I've seen Sith who focus on the Dark Side. They're quite powerful, but far from attractive. Their skin gets pale, their eyes turn a brighter yellow than mine, and they wrinkle. Most of them look like they haven't slept in days. So there it is: Following the Light Side makes you beautiful."

The Jedi nods. "I once had a crush on one of my instructors on Tython. She was in her early seventies, but didn't look a day over twenty."

"Did anything ever become of that?"

Loneva laughs. "Goodness, no. She was married to the Force. I think she drove many men mad with desire. And she was quite dedicated to her craft. Sure, she'd smile if you did well, but it was excruciating to please her. Even if you went out of your way to do so, she'd chide you for being so caught up in the things of this world that your sole motivation was to see her smile. Personally, I think she enjoyed driving people crazy, though she'd never admit it in a million years."

"I assume her strength in the Force was considerable?"

"Well, she was a skilled healer, and I never saw it personally, but I heard that she once pulled an Imperial heavy cruiser out of the sky and crashed it onto the planet she was on. Enough people saw it that I have no trouble believing it actually happened. It was also said that during the war, she threw five well-trained Sith into a wall so hard, it broke half the bones in their bodies. I'd be pretty surprised if she'd died when the Zakuulans invaded."

Jori's eyes go wide. "She doesn't sound like somebody I'd ever want to meet."

"Even other Jedi Masters were afraid of her. She could find the smallest detail about them and turn it into a re-examination of their entire lives."

The Sith raises a brow. "And you're sure it was the Light Side she was in touch with? Because she sounds every bit as malicious as the Overseers on Korriban."

"Oh, I'm sure of it. Every Jedi who studied under her was immensely improved. They were excellent lightsaber duelists and had great control over their emotions."

Jori smiles. "I think I haven't given your order enough credit. It sounds far more diverse than ever I imagined."

Loneva looks at the ground. "I don't know if I'll be able to go back to them once the Eternal Empire is pushed back to Zakuul. It was always a lifestyle where I never quite fit in."

"Really? You always gave me the impression you were fond of it."

She shakes her head. "I did show promise with lightsabers, nobody's ever voiced concern that I might fall to the Dark Side, and my second Master was kind enough. But living the full Jedi code...I'm not sure I can do that. You've taught me to deal with the emotions that come with a physical relationship, and now that I've seen it, I know it's possible. But as I'm sure you can guess, the Council is ever so resistant to change."

"As you pointed out, the Council no longer exists now that the Republic is occupied by the Eternal Empire. Perhaps you could rebuild a new Jedi Order from the ashes."

Loneva sighs. "The idea is tempting, but I'm no leader, and besides, it's likely that many of the other Masters are still alive, but in exile. They'd come back and challenge my Council. Whether they did it peacefully or not doesn't matter, because they'd be familiar faces and everybody would follow them."

"Fair enough. But I think you'd be perfectly capable."

The Jedi kisses the Sith on her cheek. "It's so sweet that you think so."

"Anyway, shall we get to the play?" They make their way to the theater, where their tickets are scanned and they are directed to a small booth in the recessed area around the stage. The play opens on a set that resembles the interior of the Jedi Temple on Tython, though the way the players act is not at all Jedi-like. The Jedi character, "Grand Master Kanele Jahn", wears nothing but a strip of cloth around her chest, and a loincloth. She is instructing four Padawans-three females and a male-who aren't wearing much more..

"My students, who can tell me what it is that the Force teaches, above all else?" she asks.

One of the female students raises her hand. "To love all beings?" she says hopefully.

"No, that's wrong," Loneva whispers loud enough for only Jori to hear.

"That's correct," the Grand Master says, beckoning the girl over. The female student lifts the strip of cloth and takes one of the Master's breasts into her mouth. "And how do we show love?"

Another female is called upon. "By showing compassion to others."

The Master nods, and invites the Padawan up to suck on her other breast. "What is compassion?"

The male student answers. "Unconditional care for others, and a concern for their well-being."

"Very good." She beckons him up and he removes her loincloth and pushes her to the floor, penetrating her. "And finally, what is our duty as Jedi?"

"To promote compassion for all beings in the galaxy," the remaining student says.

"Right. Now come on up and let me teach you compassion," she beckons. The last student comes up, removes the cloth around her own waist, and lowers herself onto the Master's face.

"Well," Loneva says, wide-eyed, "If my lessons had been anything like that, I might have paid better attention."

Jori laughs. "It's not meant to be an accurate representation, I'm quite sure."

The Jedi shushes her. "I know. Let's just enjoy the show." They hold up their opera glasses and watch the scene. When all the actors have climaxed, they climb off the Master and dress themselves. Another female Jedi comes onto the stage. "Master Kanele! I apologize for interrupting your lesson, but we have an emergency!"

"What is it?" Kanele asks, dressing herself.

"There is a group of Sith attacking Corellia, led by a Darth we've never seen before! Local forces are powerless to stop him."

"Oh please," Loneva mutters, "The Green Jedi would have killed him by now. Oww!" She rubs her nipple after Jori flicks it.

"I thought I'd told you to be quiet," the Sith says, "You're bothering the other play-goers."

Loneva points to another booth where a couple are having rough sex, and the woman's mouth is wide open. "It's these booths. They're engineered to let sound in, and keep it from escaping."

The "Jedi Master" exits stage left and the scene changes to Corellia. There, the actor playing the Sith orders his troops to attack CorSec officers. Kanele challenges him, and they fight to an impasse. "I guess there's only one way to settle this," she says.

"Let me guess...the bedroom?" Loneva says mockingly.

The "Sith" waves his hand and the "Jedi Master" gasps as she tears off her loincloth and throws it, as though he was the one who threw it. He removes his own undergarments and pounces on her, rolling around as they fight for dominance. When he's on the ground, she forces him into her. He rolls over, and thrusts into her. Loneva's hand slips between Jori's legs, feeling her sex. Jori smiles and does the same as they continue watching the play. The actors roll over again, the "Jedi" on top of the "Sith", as he grabs her breasts, squeezing and slapping them. She angrily grinds her hips against him, and soon they both climax.

As the next scene plays out, Jori and Loneva seem to forget about the play, still touching each other, and kiss. The Sith, being slightly shorter, takes one of the Jedi's breasts into her mouth, pressing the nipple inwards with her tongue. Loneva strokes her hair with her free hand. Jori suddenly looks up as the stage action gets louder, and sees the "Sith" in the Jedi Temple, with a line of naked "Jedi" waiting to service him, hoping to bring him to the Light. Their scheme, of course, doesn't work, and the "Sith" escapes, taking her to Korriban.

Jori and Loneva enter one another, each fighting to bring the other off, and they succeed during the final scene, where the "Jedi Master" is restrained and a line of Sith Lords and Ladies have their way with her. She gives up, and is pulled over to the Dark Side. She informs the audience that she gladly spent her final days at the Sith Academy, giving herself to all who claim her. Loneva is too worn out to make a smart remark about how this resembles Jori. After a brief rest, the two get up and head off to a restaurant near their spaceport. The Jedi orders a salad with pieces of meat, cheese, and eggs in it, and the Sith orders a spicy dish with meat and grain. They eat in silence until a local woman dressed in a leather catsuit approaches them and sits at their table. "You two are quite gorgeous," she says.

"Thank you," Loneva says, "But we've had quite enough sex for one day."

The woman laughs. "I wasn't here for that, though I thank you for the compliment. You two are a couple, aren't you?"

"How do you know?"

She raises a brow. "Seriously? I was sitting behind you in the theater."

Jori blushes, and immediately takes another bite of her food. "Spicy," she says, hoping the woman will buy her excuse.

The visitor doesn't comment on it. "How long have you two been together?"

"About two years," Loneva says.

"From the sounds of things, you're an Imperial and a Republic citizen."

"That's...technically true," Jori admits.

"How do you make it work?"

Loneva shrugs. "We just do. We rely on one another for a lot, and on political systems, we've just agreed to disagree."

"This your first time on Zeltros?" she asks.

Both nod. "I must admit, the experience has turned out far better than I expected," Jori says.

"In what way?"

"Well, I've gained a lot of confidence about myself, and I've gotten over my jealousy about her. I've watched her with other people, and all I feel is arousal. And I do feel a bit of pride, being able to show off what a gorgeous girlfriend I have to other people." She pauses. "Who are you, anyway?"

"My name's Amara. It's my job to make sure that couples leave Zeltros even more in love with each other than they were before. Though there are those who come here to split up and have a little fun. It's my job to make that process amicable."

Loneva grabs Jori's hand. "Either way, we won't be requiring your services. We'll be leaving as soon as the guy we came here with gets back."

"Want me to track him down for you?" Amara pulls out a datapad.

"Just find out where he is. Last we heard, he was with Teleena. She's a greeter here."

Amara thumbs through the pad for a few moments. "Ah yes, it looks like Teleena is currently in Ministrations, one of our cheaper hotels. And it seems that she was reported there with a rather tall Zabrak male."

"That's them," Loneva nods. "I suppose we can wait for them. Wouldn't want to deny Teleena the pleasure of servicing him."

Amara grins. "I guess you were telling the truth. You're one of the most secure offworld couples I've ever seen." She sighs wistfully. "Shame you're not up for another round."

Jori raises a brow. "Are all of your people like this?"

"Well, there are exceptions here or there, but most of us are attracted to both men and women, and we consider monogamy to be a rather outdated concept." She smiles. "Though it is endearing, in a way, to see a couple make it work."

Loneva squeezes Jori's hand. "Well, we may invite other people in with us, or spend some time with others, but our love, our actual, deep love, is strictly for the two of us."

Amara nods. "And I can respect that. Well, I'll leave the two of you to enjoy yourselves. You're welcome on Zeltros anytime." She leaves.

"She seemed friendly," Jori says.

Loneva nods. "Well, that's Zeltrons for you." She finishes off her meal. "Now, how about we go to Ministrations and wait for Rylo and Teleena?"

Jori agrees. They sit in the lobby of Ministrations for around an hour, kissing and embracing one another until finally their quarry emerges. Rylo spots them. "Enjoying the planet?" he asks.

The Sith climbs off Loneva's lap. "Yes. Are you about finished here?"

"Oh, I'm finished here, but not with Teleena."

The Zeltron woman grins. "I've agreed to join Rylo on his bounty hunting adventures as soon as he gets his ship back."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Loneva says. "How about we head back to the ship?"

"The sooner, the better. I can't wait to get started." Rylo lifts Teleena off the ground, kissing her. "Now you go ahead and have a rest here. I imagine being a greeter's a bit difficult if you're walking funny."

The woman laughs. "Oh, you animal. Just be sure you get back here soon."

Rylo sets her down. "Let's go." The three of them head back to their ship, where they plot a course back to Eol Sha. As soon as they enter hyperspace, the two women dress and sit on opposing sides of the dejarik board. "You know, pazaak's a lot easier," he says.

"It doesn't challenge the mind like dejarik," Jori retorts.

"So what'll you two be doing now?"

Loneva captures one of Jori's pieces. "We have some Force-related business to take care of. But as soon as we get back, you can have your ship. I'll return the components to you."

He points to his ankle, where the restrainer is still located. "What about this?"

"Oh! Almost forgot." The Jedi waves her hand and the device detaches itself from his leg. He kicks it across the room. "Hey, watch it! That's my property!"

He shrugs. "It won't break from that."