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iamobiwan1970
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Every time I read this I want more! I'm such a glutton for young Kyp mush! 
So far three young women had been found, hideously disfigured.
Why does this make me think of the son of sam murderer and how Liz might be a young woman in danger? 
I think it was normal for Liz to be curious about Jedi abilities, they are rare beings and their gifts are special and exciting. What a wonderful treat Kyp gave her by sharing with her. It is a happy thing for him that she was unafraid and trusted him. I mean, she does know what he can do. So now that everything is so good you have me all worried you’ll kill her off! 
“We’re linked.”
“What does that mean?” It means the best sex you’ll ever have! 
The normal Solo world and baby Anakin was precious. Heck, even an innocent Jacen at age 4 would have been sweet. Ahh, times gone by. So sad. 
I think Kyp is worried about the very public assembly he will have to attend. Carida is so fresh in the minds of the public. This will not be easy. I imagine hiding out on Yavin seems like a great idea to him for awhile.
Keep it coming and thanks! 
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angry_bendu1
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   ...That moment with Anakin was so sweet!
Great update! ( )
Sorry.  
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jadesabre75
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Wow. Mr. Durron is quite smitten I believe. LOL I loved watching them interact. Kyp deserves a little normalicy in his life.
Guess this new twist is going to show just how strong their relationship will be.
The scene with Anakin, was so freaking adorable.
AWESOME job my dear! Loved it!
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ccp
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This was great.
I'm guessing Kyps comm call might have somethng to do with the news.
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Robimus
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Keep it going! Great work.
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Ceillean
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Spyman290 posted:
I like it you do a good job at portraying them. Thanks.
Hmm i wonder what Kyp has to do and I wonder how Liz is going to get involved(I'm guessing she does ) Yeah, she does. You'll see. 
Awesome job keep it up Thank you! I'll do my best.
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obi posted:
Every time I read this I want more! I'm such a glutton for young Kyp mush! More is definately coming.
So far three young women had been found, hideously disfigured.
Why does this make me think of the son of sam murderer and how Liz might be a young woman in danger? I actually had to look up the son of sam murderer, to be honest. And about Liz? Well...
I think it was normal for Liz to be curious about Jedi abilities, they are rare beings and their gifts are special and exciting. What a wonderful treat Kyp gave her by sharing with her. It is a happy thing for him that she was unafraid and trusted him. I mean, she does know what he can do. So now that everything is so good you have me all worried you’ll kill her off! I can totally reassure you, Liz will not die. Oh God, noooo. I couldn't kill her.
“We’re linked.”
“What does that mean?” It means the best sex you’ll ever have! Ha! This had me laughing for a very long while.  *coughs* Well, don't want to reveal too much but still...*coughs*
The normal Solo world and baby Anakin was precious. Heck, even an innocent Jacen at age 4 would have been sweet. Ahh, times gone by. So sad. I had first thought of a young Jacen, but now that I've started reading Fury, Jacen just ticks me off. Anakin's the one that should have lived, imo.
I think Kyp is worried about the very public assembly he will have to attend. Carida is so fresh in the minds of the public. This will not be easy. I imagine hiding out on Yavin seems like a great idea to him for awhile. Exactly my thoughts.
Keep it coming and thanks! Thank you and you're welcome!
angry_bendu1 posted:
..That moment with Anakin was so sweet! Glad it came over alright. I made Anakin do what my daughter loves to do.
Great update! Thanks!
jadesabre75 posted:
Wow. Mr. Durron is quite smitten I believe. LOL I loved watching them interact. Kyp deserves a little normalicy in his life. So true.
Guess this new twist is going to show just how strong their relationship will be.
The scene with Anakin, was so freaking adorable. So glad you liked it.
AWESOME job my dear! Loved it! Thanks so much!
ccp posted:
This was great. Thanks!
I'm guessing Kyps comm call might have somethng to do with the news. You guessed correctly.
Robimus posted:
Keep it going! Great work. Thank you!
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Ceillean
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Long update. I think even the longest I've ever written. ^^ I was bored today.
Hope you like. Oh, and I created my own Jedi OC. I totally like the guy.
The meeting had gone one for almost one hour, in which the case was portrayed with the lack of evidence security personnel could come up with. Gathered around a large oval table deep down within the NRI building, the hand full of Jedi Knights and New Republic Security personnel gazed intently to the holograms projected above them. A young, dark skinned Intelligence officer clicked through the pictures in silence, her dark brow furrowed.
Lieutenant Belindi Kalenda held her back rigid, trying to portray the needed calmness for her very first case, although she felt otherwise. She was nervous to say the least, and asking the Jedi for help – asking anyone for help for that matter – didn’t bode well with her pride.
“The media has released that three bodies have been found.” Kalenda said, her voice low, “But the fact is that there have been nine murders to date.”
She flicked through the next few holos of young women, who were no where near recognizable anymore.
“Whoever is doing this,” Kalenda continued, “is definitely out for young, helpless near human females.”
The next holo was the most gruesomely handled victim they had so far found. If the media got a hold of current information, Kalenda was sure frenzy would break out.
A human woman’s arms and legs had been broken, bashed in with a blunt object. Her hair had been cut short, the strands hefted between the woman’s bound hands, as if being a sacrifice for something or someone. Scratches along the woman’s temple reminded of symbols of a sort Kalenda had so far not seen before and the bruising along the woman’s entire body made her stomach heave. But what completely rattled Kalenda, was the fact that the victim’s mouths were perfectly colored. Post mortem, she assumed, the killer had taken on painting the victims mouth a bright red.
The poor woman had gone through a living hell before she had finally died.
After showing all nine bodies from different angles, she shut the holo projector off and sat at the head of the table, folding her hands in her lap, “The reason we are asking for your assistance, is that we have absolutely no clues to go on.”
Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, sitting at the other end of the table, looked up from the pad he was holding, “Please explain.”
“We have no evidence as to who or what did this. It’s as if the bodies are entirely cleaned after the murders. All that’s ever left is the victim’s own blood.”
“Quite unusual.” A younger Jedi Knight commented. Kalenda had forgotten the man’s name but she’d never forget his face. Ruggedly handsome, with crimson hair and the darkest eyes she had ever seen, he had an aura of authority around him.
“Unusual isn’t the term I’m looking for. It’s impossible.” She shook her head, a few curly dark brown strands of hair falling into her face, “Missing fingerprints? Not unusual. Missing footprints around the body? Not unusual. But entirely missing everything? From fibers to epithelials to dust particles swirling around in the wind. There’s absolutely no physical evidence, besides the bodies. As if the bodies had been handled in a bubble of nothingness.”
“Which could be your first clue.”
Kalenda turned her head to Jedi Knight Durron and fought the need to cringe. Of all the people sitting in the room, she least trusted Kyp Durron. He was a quiet man, hardly ever spoke and when he did, he didn’t beat around the bush; he got right to whatever it was he wanted to say. And as far as she’d heard, he was a fair Jedi Knight but the man just rubbed her the wrong way.
“How so?”
He leaned back in the chair, his face solemn as he spoke, “You said yourself it’s impossible to be at a crime scene without so much as twirling up dust. Ask yourself, if there were beings in the galaxy able to dispel this evidence to protect themselves, who would it be?”
“Are you suggesting it was a Jedi?” the crimson haired man asked, his eyes narrowed at Jedi Knight Durron. His voice sounded accusing and to Kalenda it seemed that simply bringing the fact to mind, that one in their own ranks could be a murderer, riled the man.
Durron shook his head, “No, not necessarily. But there are bound to be more beings out there able to use the Force. And doing away with evidence in this manner screams to me that someone out there is Force sensitive and using this ability to get away with killing.”
The Jedi around them fell silent then, the security personnel glancing back in forth in awkward unison.
“May we take a look at the bodies?” Master Skywalker asked, “Perhaps, if Jedi Durron is correct and it was a Force user, that person left behind a signature only a Jedi could find.”
Kalenda nodded curtly, “Of course.”
“I will assign Jedi Horn to help with the investigation.”
Kalenda had gotten word that Corran Horn was on his way from Corellia to Coruscant. She’d have to remind herself to congratulate the ex CorSec. His wife had given birth to a little boy just a few days prior.
Master Skywalker got to his feet, “Please notify me at once, should another murder occur.”
“Yes, of course.” Kalenda said, likewise moving to stand up. She extended her hand towards the Jedi Master and forced a small little smile, "And although it pains me to admit it, I am very grateful for your help, Master Skywalker.”
Master Skywalker had asked Kyp to accompany him to the morgue, leaving the other Jedi Knights to sulk and hiss behind his back. Kyp rolled his eyes at the thought; right now was hardly the time to complain about favoritism.
Nikk Vox, about Kyp’s age and with the same temperament and stubbornness, always tried to get into Kyp’s way. Kyp tried his best to ignore him but it was getting increasingly difficult and Kyp knew that the day would come, he’d knock the man out.
The revelation brought a slight smile to his face.
He entered the morgue behind Master Skywalker and was instantly awed by the sterility and coldness the place held. Along each wall he saw rectangular metal compartments, each fitted with a small cooling unit.
He felt sick at the thought of all these compartments holding a body.
A small, thick and half bald man came their way, holding a chart in his chubby hands and waving the Jedi to follow him into the back. Kyp was shocked to see more of these compartments and he couldn’t help but ask, “Is every one of these occupied?”
The medical examiner heaved a sigh, “Most of them are, yes. The unknown or unwanted stay here a little while before they’re sent to their final resting places.” His accent was one of Adumar Kyp realized, “Coruscant’s a huge planet, young Jedi. Beings die every day and when they’re finally found, they’re brought here.” The burly man shrugged, “All in a days’ work.”
Hearing the doctor talk about the dead as if they were objects made a shiver run down Kyp’s spine. Although he wasn’t too much of a religious person, he did think each being of a certain species at least deserved a final tradition of sorts. Stuffing them into metal canisters and then burning the bodies seemed somewhat profane to him.
“Here we go.” The doctor muttered, fumbling with his chart as he indicated a middle row of compartments, “The first five up here and below the first four are the bodies you’re looking for.” His beady eyes stared at the Jedi, “Make sure you close them up real tight when you’re done. The smell would be horrible.”
Kyp was appalled at the man’s lack of compassion and respect for the dead. He bit his tongue as the examiner left him and Master Skywalker alone.
Master Skywalker pressed down on a large, blinking green button to open the first compartment. The button turned red and there was an audible hiss, before the compartment slowly moved forward. Kyp took a step back and even Master Skywalker cringed visibly.
A dark green skinned Twi’lek girl lay before them, hardly older than fifteen. Kyp recognized her from the news, the victim who had been missing her lekku. Her skin seemed almost transparent, dark veins – through which only days before her blood had circulated through her wiry frame – standing out and showing a miraculous maze across her skin.
The bruises around her eyes were dark and ugly. The skin along her temples and brows was no longer taut, but it was evident that her eyes had been swollen shut. Her small nose had been broken, still visible in her very still state.
Bones throughout her body had been shattered, muscles torn. This little girl – and she was still a girl – had deserved a better way to die.
“At least it’s over for you now.” Kyp whispered softly, suddenly feeling overly enraged at what had happened to her, to every one of these victims. How sick and twisted could someone be to do this to another living, breathing being?
“Can you feel anything?” Master Skywalker asked, his gaze fixed on the younger man.
Kyp closed his eyes and drew the Force around him, reveling in the energy and new strength it brought in tow. It was refreshing letting the life energy course through his body, his inner being.
When he touched the Twi’lek female, he suddenly felt a dark cloud hovering above her but receding very quickly. Kyp furrowed his brow as he concentrated, trying to get a fix on the cloud but it was gone before he got the chance.
“I felt darkness.” He said slowly, the frown on his forehead growing deeper, “What’s going on here, Master Skywalker?”
Skywalker sighed as he touched the red glowing button for the compartment to retract, “I wish I knew, Kyp.”
Around all the bodies Kyp and Master Skywalker had caught this dark cloud, this nothingness surrounding the dead but once they had touched it, it dissipated. The fact of the matter was that someone with supernatural abilities was at least helping with the killings.
But it wasn’t one of the Jedi, that much Master Skywalker knew for sure and he would vouch for it.
“Would you help Corran with the investigation?”
Kyp arched a brow at Master Skywalker’s question and cleared his throat, “Why me?”
Side by side they walked the corridor back to the exit of the NRI building, Master Skywalker’s hands clasped behind his back, walking leisurely. “Putting your differences aside, I believe Corran and you would make a good team on this case. You both have insights that others do not.” A tight smile crossed the Master’s features, “Consider it a training of sorts.”
“You’re ordering me to do this, aren’t you?”
Master Skywalker shifted his blue gaze to the floor beneath his boots, “I do not order, Kyp. I suggest and ask. If you do not want to help Corran in this matter, I will understand.”
Kyp frowned at Master Skywalker’s words and the tone of his voice. If he’d say no, Skywalker would be disappointed in him and he’d disappointed his Master far too many times already. He refrained from scowling, “Alright. I’ll do it.” Hastily he added, “But I will guarantee for nothing.”
Skywalker clapped Kyp on his shoulder, “He’ll be here tomorrow morning. I’m certain the both of you will find a way to get along.”
The holos of the bodies were weighing heavily on Kyp as he made his way back to Liz’s apartment. He wanted to get the pictures out of his mind and he was utterly happy to finally get back to his main interest at the moment.
He palmed the lock to the apartment and raised a dark eyebrow at the loud music coming from the entertainment system. It was an aggressive sort and he hadn’t thought Liz liked this kind of noise; it was honestly making his head hurt.
He stood in the doorway and peered into the living area, astonished at the sight that met his eyes. Liz stood with her back to him, her dark hair in a complete mess around her head. She wore a shirt that barely covered her backside, her long legs a welcoming sight.
She jumped and danced around to the music; Kyp thought she was singing along – although the words did not seem like singing to him – but all he heard was the aggressive music from the entertainment system.
He settled against the closed door, his arms folded in front of his chest as he watched. Minutes passed while she spun and twirled around the living area, all the while not once taking notice of him.
This he would never forget.
And when she finally turned around, she stood still in shock, her cheeks burning red from her little work out. She tossed her hair back and shut the music off, clearing her throat when quietness roamed the small apartment.
“Hi.” She said breathlessly and she smiled, her voice rather high pitched, “You’re back. Already.”
He savored the look on her face when she was embarrassed; the way she fumbled with the front of the shirt, the way she dragged her hand through her hair, the way her dimpled smile came and went in confusion.
“Do you do this often?” he asked, gesticulating to the entertainment system. Liz smiled slyly and nodded, “Yeah, when I get bored out of my mind.” She shrugged, “I took a few days off work this morning and since we’d already been shopping I had nothing better to do.” She giggled and Kyp felt his knees go week beneath his weight at that wonderful sound, “And anyway, it’s really fun. You should try it some time.”
She cleared her throat as she turned around to head into the bed room. With a quick stride Kyp had grabbed her elbow, twirling her around to face him. She was so warm beneath his hands, the shirt clinging to her sweaty body.
He leaned down to kiss her, a soft and passionate kiss that rattled Liz completely. He did that a lot lately, she thought. Whenever he was around, something happened to her brain, making it so hard to think clearly, let alone concentrate on what she was doing. Oh, but how she liked it.
She pulled him closer, one hand going through his dark curls, the other planted firmly against his chest. Goodness, he smelled good. And he felt good, too. His strong arms encircled her slender waist, lifting her off the floor just mere inches.
The kiss grew fiercer and had a possessive edge to it and the desire she felt for him was reaching the point of no return. She swung her legs around his hips and was more than just satisfied at the dark groan he emitted.
His hands slowly slid beneath her behind, holding her firmly in place as he teased her mouth over and over again. He pulled back to lean his head to her neck, nuzzling the soft skin beneath her ear. His breathing was sharp and husky as he fondled her; he suddenly had her up against the wall, his strong hands trailing their way up and down her thigh.
But common sense kicked in and Liz knew if they didn’t stop now, they’d do something they might eventually regret. Kyp meant too much to her to ruin what they had this way.
She broke the kiss and smiled at him, leaning her forehead against his, “You’re incorrigible, Kyp Durron.” At his sly grin she kissed his neck, “Now how about you put me down?”
“What if I don’t want to?” He dipped his head, gently nipping at her earlobe, sending electric currents through her body.
She bit back a moan and instead cleared her throat, “Uncomfortable position here.” Which was a total lie but she really did want for him to put her back on her feet. And eventually he did but the eagerness to go on lingered in his gaze.
“So, is it still a secret what the Jedi are working on?” Liz asked walking into the bedroom for a change of clothes.
Kyp took a few deep breaths to calm his aroused senses, “Yeah.” He followed her, leaning against the door frame and swallowed at the sight of her near nakedness. “It’s something I’ll be working on for a little while.”
She shrugged a dark shirt over her disheveled hair, then bent down to retrieve a pair of baggy running pants, “That’s fine, I suppose. It must be important if it’s handled this secretly.”
Liz stood about three meters away from him and as he reached out with the Force, the link he had established the night before was still there, now even stronger than before. Liz gasped as she realized what was happening and her brow furrowed, “You know, you could warn me when you do that. I’m still not used to someone being in my head.”
“I’m sorry.”
Liz snorted, “No, you’re not.”
Kyp laughed as she walked passed him, plopping down on the sofa and leaning her head against the head rest. She propped her legs onto the table before her and watched the Jedi Knight intently.
“I need to go back to the hotel.” He then said and Liz suddenly felt very disappointed. Did this mean he wanted to leave? The thought made her feel sick.
“Could I borrow your speeder?”
Her brows rose, “When will you be back?”
“I just want to get some more things. I need my robes tomorrow morning.”
Relief flooded through her. She’d definitely have thrown a fit if the Jedi had decided on wanting to stay in that overly expensive, stuck-up hotel room.
“You know, if you keep this up, you’ll have most of your stuff here by day after tomorrow. Why don’t you just stay here until this whole Jedi thing is settled?” She shrugged, “It’d be easier and no doubt cheaper.” And as an after thought she added, “Plus, I’d have you all for myself when you got home after work.” Her grin reached her eyes.
“Are you serious?” He took a seat beside her and eyed her curiously.
“Yes, I am.”
He leaned closer and lightly kissed her lips, “Do you ask all men to stay with you after only a few days, sweetheart?” He reached up and cupped her face in one hand, his thumb gently moving along her bottom lip.
“Oh no. Only the special ones. Only those who can invade my head.”
He chuckled and kissed her deeply. When he moved back, she laid her head in his lap, enjoying his hands gently stroking her hair. They sat there for a very long while, saying nothing, before Kyp got back to his feet, “I’ll be back in a little while.”
Kyp had asked her to join him at the assembly, which would be held the next evening. Liz sat on the sofa, arms folded across her chest, scowling. She’d said yes so he wouldn’t have to go alone; he’d made it quite clear that, had it been up to him, he would stay at home and not deal with politicians and military personnel.
So she’d go with him. But what in the world would she wear?
Now how typical girly was this?
She jumped to her feet and sat down at the com station, dialing up Luce’s number. It took only a moment before the tall woman answered. Liz’s eyes widened as she noticed Luce had dyed her normally dark hair an ugly blond.
“That doesn’t suit you at all, Lucey.” Liz said sweetly, calling her friend by her childhood name.
“I’m not finished yet. Highlights are missing.” Luce grinned broadly at something Liz couldn’t see and made a hushing sound.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Luce shook her head, “No. I was just one my way out actually.”
“Oh.” Well, there went going clothes shopping with the one woman who had the absolute style of the century, “I had hoped on your expertise.”
Luce frowned, “You never ask me for advice.”
Liz sighed and raked a hand through her hair, “Well, this is different. It’s a political thing and I have no clue what to wear.”
Luce started to laugh at Liz’s pouty face, “I’ll be over in a bit.” She cut the connection and Liz sat back, eerily satisfied. She hadn’t had a girls’ day out in a long time and she was looking forward to it.
Kyp got back to the apartment a little over an hour later and he was surprised and even a bit disappointed when he realized Liz wasn’t home. But he made the best of it, lying down on the sofa and closing his eyes for just a little while.
As soon as he had made himself comfortable though, sleep came to visit and plunged him into strange dreams, mostly involving the holos Belindi Kalenda had shown the Jedi. In his dreams he could hear the women screaming for help, hopelessness and morbid fear showing in their eyes. He saw them running from their attacker but never could he glimpse the face of the man, only a black gloved hand holding some sort of weapon.
He woke up with a start, propping himself onto his elbows, his brow furrowed. Had the dream been real or was his mind playing tricks on him?
He threw a hand over his eyes as he lay back down, taking deep breaths. And then he suddenly remembered that he’d be meeting Corran in the morning. All in all, he didn’t mind the older Jedi. Corran was a good guy and that was mainly his problem. He was too good, too perfect. At least that’s what Corran thought about Corran. At least in Kyp’s opinion.
Corran would no doubt nail this case, Kyp was sure of it, but he also knew that Corran could do equally as well without his help. Again he had to wonder why Master Skywalker had asked him to help Corran. Did Corran even know he’d be partnered with Kyp?
With a groan he closed his eyes, shifting position to his side. He was tired and hungry and overall very grumpy. And where in the Force was Liz?
Liz was deep, deep in thought when she palmed the door open, a long plastic bag draped over her shoulder. With the help of the modern age woman number one, Liz – who thought herself to be fashionably impaired – found the perfect gown to wear.
The lights in the living area were dimmed which surprised Liz. And then she heard soft breathing from the sofa and realized Kyp was asleep. On her toes, she moved into the bedroom and stashed the gown into her closet, hoping she didn’t make too much noise.
Kicking off her boots and throwing her coat onto the chair in the living area, she knelt beside Kyp and watched him a moment. His arms were crossed over his chest, his features completely relaxed. His hair was tousled, standing on end in each and every way.
She grasped his hand and gently shook him. His dark eyes fluttered open and he smiled, “Hi.” He stifled a yawn as he stretched his tired muscles. The sofa was way too small for him.
“Sleep well?”
Kyp scowled, “No.” With a swift move he had Liz lying on top of him and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her.
“Is everything alright?” she asked as she listened to his heartbeat. He ran his hands up and down his back but kept quiet. Liz turned her head to look at him; there was an expression of contentment on his face, “Kyp? Are you okay?”
“Shh.” He said and held her tight, “I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”
She snuggled to his warm body and closed her eyes. It wasn’t even that late yet and still she found herself drifting off to sleep. A tingling coursed through her head and she frowned; she was no longer alone and she pinched Kyp in the side. He flinched just a little, “Did I not tell you to warn me when you do that?”
Kyp chuckled, “I’m sorry.”
She relaxed then, enjoying the feel of their minds bonded again. Who’d have thought that she’d ever meet such an amazing person and be able to share so much with him? Her choice in men had been poor so far and even though she’d just met the Jedi Knight, she knew he was different. And not just the looks.
As Luce had so delicately put it during their shopping sojourn: Kyp was scrumptious.
Kyp suddenly laughed beneath her, the sound muffled as she lay on his chest. She looked up, “What?”
“I’ve been called many, many things over the past few years, but I don’t recall scrumptious being one of them.”
Her cheeks aflame, she turned away from him and huffed out a sigh. She had completely forgotten he could read her thoughts. She did trust Kyp, she had no doubts about it, but there were some things she’d rather keep to herself.
“Well, you are.” She said, hiding a smirk.
They held each other for a little while longer, when they were disturbed by the door chime. Groaning Liz got to her feet and palmed for the door to open and her eyes widened at the extraordinarily tall man standing before her.
He towered over Liz, his short hair dyed a hideously crimson red and his eyes as black as the darkest night. He wore dark brown Jedi robes and a silver and black lightsaber hung at his hip. Now, if she thought Kyp would look intimidating wearing the robes, this guy here was a whole different matter.
“Yes?” she asked, arching a dark brow.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. Master Skywalker notified me I could find Jedi Durron here?” His voice was magnificent. Deep and sensual and his accent was something she hadn’t heard before.
“Yes. Please, come in.” She stepped aside for the tall Jedi to enter. Kyp had already gotten to his feet and Liz noticed his jaw locked.
Oh, he didn’t like the newcomer much, did he?
“Could I spare a moment of your time?” the Jedi asked, eyeing Kyp. The way the newcomer held himself told Liz that the feeling of dislike was mutual. Now this could really get interesting.
But as it were, everything worth seeing would not be seen by her.
Kyp and the newcomer stepped outside. She was curious as to what this was all about. She dropped onto the chair and waited a few minutes, trying to be patient but patience was something she could well live without.
And then suddenly she remembered the link. Slowly a wicked smile played over her face. Maybe Kyp would be too distracted to notice? Or maybe he’d be extraordinarily angry at her for even trying? But he kept doing it so why couldn’t she at least try to hear his thoughts?
Taking a deep breath, she leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. She pictured something akin to wind currents pushing her onward to her destination. There was a blinding, piercing white light that felt hot but she ignored the warmth and just plunged further. And then suddenly, without a single warning, she could hear him. But not only him; the other Jedi as well.
They were arguing about something, about something she wasn’t supposed to know about.
Fleetingly, she caught glimpses of pictures in Kyp’s mind, pictures of young women who seemed to have endured gruesome torture and death. Then she remembered the news bulletin… the Jedi were working on the murder case!
So why were they arguing now? Why weren’t the two of them working together as the Jedi should?
Liz squeezed her eyes shut as she strained to hear more of the conversation. But she only caught words so low, she had to guess at them. And without a single warning she was cut off, as if she had run into a very solid duracrete wall. She grimaced.
Oh damn.
He’d noticed.
Just great.
When the door swished aside, Liz expected him to be furious. She had invaded his space after all. But he did so too, so basically there was no need to be angry. Was there?
“You know, we need to set some boundaries.” He said as he plopped down next to her. Liz raised a brow, “You think?” she said in a sarcastic drawl, “See, it’s disconcerting isn’t it?”
He scowled at her, “It’s not just that, Liz. There are some things in here” – he tapped at his head – “that are dangerous for you to know.”
Well, dammit, he should have thought about that sooner.
Liz sighed and nodded, “Alright. Understandable, I suppose.” She cleared her throat, “Who was that guy?”
“His name’s Nikk Vox. There’s something he wants from me but he’ll have to see Master Skywalker about that.”
“You mean about the murders?”
Kyp glared at her then and Liz stiffened, “How much did you see, Liz?”
“I only saw a few pictures, that’s all. I’m not stupid, Kyp. I can put one and one together. The Jedi are helping to solve this. No big deal.”
“No one can know, Liz.”
Liz nodded, “I won’t tell. You have my word.”
He dragged a hand through his disheveled dark hair and shook his head, “Nikk’s jealous, it seems. Master Skywalker put me and another Jedi on the case and he wants my position. Well, he claims he wants to help.”
“Maybe he does?” Liz asked taking his hand.
Kyp snorted, “You don’t know him, Liz. He never gives his help freely. He feels put back by Master Skywalker and he wants to show that he’s more than just a Jedi Knight standing in the ranks.”
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be more.” She laid her head on his shoulder and a shiver ran through her as he kissed her forehead.
“That really does depend on how much more you want to be.”
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Yay! Two updates in one week! Sweet!
Awesome chapter. I can't believe she invited him to stay at her place while he's there. I hear nookie in their future! LOL
Great job!!!!
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Great update!
Not sure what to make of this Nikk guy.
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OK, here are all my coments! My goodness you write fast! (which is a good thing).
But there are bound to be more beings out there able to use the Force.
Exactly, which is why Lucas was a dope for stating the Jedi were eradicated, sure the structured order was, but you can’t irradicate Force sensitivity!
“I will assign Jedi Horn to help with the investigation.”
A very sensible thing to do. Corran’s training had to be valuable to the Order. No matter how uber-Force sensitive Luke and Kyp are they lack the practical skills that make Jedi more well rounded. (They acquired them later, but not so much at first, whereas Corran learned in the opposite direction).
His wife had given birth to a little boy just a few days prior.
Nice little side note about Valin!
leaving the other Jedi Knights to sulk and hiss behind his back. Kyp rolled his eyes at the thought;
As usually, no one likes the teacher’s pet, but some students are just gifted that way! It's not like Kyp can help it. What's he suppose to do, play dumb. He's like the valvictorian of the Jedi order (Praxeum class ABY 12)
“Would you help Corran with the investigation?”
Kyp arched a brow at Master Skywalker’s question and cleared his throat, “Why me?”
Knew that was coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he suddenly had her up against the wall, his strong hands trailing their way up and down her thigh.
ugh! Wonderful! Why not me? [oh yeh, it’s fiction! Stang!] 
He was too good, too perfect. At least that’s what Corran thought about Corran
Yep, that’s about right!
I like how you’ve set up Nikki as the antagonist. We’ll see where that goes!
Wonderful update!
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jadesabre75 posted:
Yay! Two updates in one week! Sweet! And another one, too! 
Awesome chapter. I can't believe she invited him to stay at her place while he's there. Who wouldn't? It's Kyp we're talking about here. I'd invite him to stay with me in a heartbeat.
I hear nookie in their future! LOL You just wait and see. A whole lot of nookie
Great job!!!! Thanks!
ccp posted:
Great update! Thank you!
Not sure what to make of this Nikk guy. He's okay. He's one of the good guys.
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OK, here are all my coments! My goodness you write fast! (which is a good thing). It's the times I can't really sleep and I have nothing else to do at nights. So I write.
But there are bound to be more beings out there able to use the Force.
Exactly, which is why Lucas was a dope for stating the Jedi were eradicated, sure the structured order was, but you can’t irradicate Force sensitivity! My thoughts exactly.
“I will assign Jedi Horn to help with the investigation.”
A very sensible thing to do. Corran’s training had to be valuable to the Order. No matter how uber-Force sensitive Luke and Kyp are they lack the practical skills that make Jedi more well rounded. (They acquired them later, but not so much at first, whereas Corran learned in the opposite direction). I think Corran's perfect for something like this, plus I think he'd consider it as fun.
His wife had given birth to a little boy just a few days prior.
Nice little side note about Valin! I just had to do that.
leaving the other Jedi Knights to sulk and hiss behind his back. Kyp rolled his eyes at the thought;
As usually, no one likes the teacher’s pet, but some students are just gifted that way! It's not like Kyp can help it. What's he suppose to do, play dumb. He's like the valvictorian of the Jedi order (Praxeum class ABY 12) Exactly. And getting stronger still.
“Would you help Corran with the investigation?”
Kyp arched a brow at Master Skywalker’s question and cleared his throat, “Why me?”
Knew that was coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Had to do that. I think they could make a good team and when given the chance, I do believe they could be friends.
he suddenly had her up against the wall, his strong hands trailing their way up and down her thigh.
ugh! Wonderful! Why not me? [oh yeh, it’s fiction! Stang!] *sighs* I'd like my own personal Kyp, too. *sniffs*
He was too good, too perfect. At least that’s what Corran thought about Corran
Yep, that’s about right!
I like how you’ve set up Nikki as the antagonist. We’ll see where that goes!
Wonderful update! Thank you!
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The spaceport was buzzing with life. Kyp clamped down on the Force to block out the cacophony of noise that seemed to collect itself inside his skull. Ever since he had started his training, it seemed his powers within the Force grew from day to day. It was unsettling and yet pleasing at the same time.
He heard snippets of thoughts from various beings in various languages and in one instant wrinkled his nose in disgust as a too vivid picture of a scene crossed his mind that he didn’t really want to know about.
He wrapped his dark brown Jedi robe around himself, patiently waiting for Corran to finally arrive. Kyp was surprised Corran was travelling incognito with public transport from Corellia. Normally the Corellian Jedi never left without his X-Wing.
Another few minutes of waiting and fumbling with his robe, Corran came walking towards him with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He walked with a purposeful stride, on the brink of seeming arrogant as he approached Kyp.
The crowd around them hardly took any notice; only a few heads turned as they watched the two Jedi Knights meet. Corran had chosen to wear traditional green robes for this oh-so-joyous occasion.
“Well, well, well.” Corran said, dropping the duffel bag to the ground as he smiled politely, “Fancy meeting you here.”
Bite me, was on the tip of Kyp’s tongue but instead he nodded and forced a welcoming look onto his face, “I hope your flight here was acceptable.” He said as he gestured for the older man to follow him.
Corran shrugged, “It was alright. Definitely not an X-Wing but I lived through it.” He cleared his throat, “So, where are we headed?”
“You can either check into your quarters or meet Master Skywalker directly. It’s up to you.”
“I guess I’m more interested in what this is all about. So Master Skywalker it is.”
They walked side by side in silence, dodging pedestrians as they almost ran the Jedi over or moving aside to let a small family move by. The silence was an awkward one and Kyp heaved a sigh. He’d just have to do his best in being nice and polite to the older man.
“Congratulations on the new baby, by the way.”
Corran gave him a surprised sideways glance, his brows rising, “Thank you.” The father in Corran spoke next, pride and unconditional love evident in his voice, “It’s a boy. We named him Valin.”
Kyp struggled to think about what to say next. He was completely at a loss of words. He’d not thought about children much. Mostly he’d been busy trying to stay alive and when he did have time, the prospect of perhaps someday having his own family was a nice one.
“How’s Mirax doing?” he asked and was surprised at himself. And it wasn’t just a question to fill the silence that would no doubt reoccur. He was actually interested. Countless women over the course of history had gone through childbirth, so it couldn’t really be that bad, could it?
“Uh…she’s okay.” Corran’s voice did not hide his own surprise and Kyp smiled with satisfaction at his suspicious look.
They arrived at NRI headquarters a few minutes later. Master Skywalker took temporary residence in a small office which had an adjoining meeting room to the left of the entrance. The colors were bland, everything held in an ugly grey that still reminded too much of the Empire.
Master Skywalker and Corran clasped hands in a friendly gesture and the Corellian then took a seat in front of Skywalker’s desk. Kyp sat down next to Corran, hugging his robes about himself. Somehow he felt cold today, unsettled and the feeling was disturbing.
Corran received congratulation from Master Skywalker and Kyp assumed it wouldn’t be the last of the day. After friendly chit chat and questions about Corran’s well being, Master Skywalker handed over a small pad, which Corran skimmed through with a deep frown on his face.
“This doesn’t look good. At all.” He commented as he put the pad aside and cleared his throat, “You need my help with the investigation, don’t you?”
Skywalker nodded as he sat down, propping his elbows onto the desk as his blue eyes scanned Corran, “I’m sorry to have to take you away from your family, Corran, but we really do need your help.”
Corran blew out a breath and nodded, “Of course.”
Kyp leaned back in his chair and tried hiding a grin. This next part would be good. At least Kyp hoped so.
“I’ve assigned Kyp to be your partner.” Skywalker said and Corran was suddenly very, very still. Slowly he shifted his gaze to the younger Jedi and back to Master Skywalker, his eyes slightly narrowed, “I’d rather work alone.”
Skywalker nodded, “I understand. But I do think it would do the both of you good to work as a team.” He inclined his head towards Kyp, “Jedi Durron could need advisement in the field and you’re the best there is in that department.”
For once Kyp had to agree with the Master. Corran was very good at what he did, especially when it came to catching criminals.
“And Kyp’s Force sense is highly attuned. I’m certain he’ll be able to catch something out of the ordinary in only seconds.”
High praise from the Jedi Master, Kyp thought. Now that didn’t happen every day.
Corran turned his head back to Kyp and cleared his throat, “Alright. But I want to make one thing clear.”
Kyp tried his best not to roll his eyes and sat still like a good little Jedi and listened to what the older man had to say, “I’m in charge. You listen to me and do what I say whenever I say. Clear?”
Oh, this would just be too fun!
Kyp nodded slowly, “But I’d ask you to take whatever I’ll say under advisement concerning the case.”
“Deal.”
Corran leaned back in his chair and blew out a breath, “What about the other Jedi? It might be wise to break us up into teams and go over the crime scenes one more time.”
“The NRI’s already been over there a few times but I think it’s a good idea. Nikk’s still here and he’s aching to do something. We could pair him up with Reima.”
“She’s just been knighted a few days ago. Do you think she’s ready to go out into the field like this?” Kyp asked. Reima was a smart human female, a few years younger than Kyp. But she was a hot head and figured rules existed only to be broken.
“This will be a learning process for both of them.”
“So it’s only the five of us then?” Corran asked, his voice low. These weren’t very good odds.
“I’m afraid so, yes. Tionne and Kam are still at the academy. It seems Ganner has been a bit of a problem since I’ve left.” A hush of a smile crossed Skywalker’s face as he got to his feet, “I’ll send for Nikk and Reima to meet with you. I suppose you’ll want to get settled in first.”
Corran waved the remark away, “Call them now, Master Skywalker. The sooner we get going, the better.”
The first patrol of two separate crime scenes came up with next to nothing. Except that same dark cloud hovering about everything but as soon as Kyp meant to grab it, it vanished. His frown deepened as he bent his knees and skimmed his fingers over the ground. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
The back of a run down club in the lower regions of the city, it was gloomy and smelled very odd. It was a metallic scent, mixed with industrial fumes from a factory near by. Kyp wrinkled his nose and glanced at Corran.
“The place is clean.” The older man commented, as he stuck a small scanning device back into the folds of his robe, “Is there anything you can feel in the Force?”
Kyp shook his head, gazing to the sky above. Well, if it actually was the sky he was seeing. This deep in the lower regions he wasn’t exactly sure. Scrapers towered above them, obscuring most of his sight to traffic up above. It was an overly disconcerting and restricting feeling, standing amidst all this durasteel.
“There’s something dark at work here.” Kyp commented, shrugging his shoulders, “I can’t pinpoint it.” His forehead creased into a deep frown, “It’s as if this cloud has been left here on purpose for us to find. And then vanishes once anyone tries to touch it with the Force.”
Corran grunted, “Perhaps it’s something of an alarm for the culprit. Once this dark cloud – or whatever it is – makes a run for it, the killer knows we’ve been at the crime scenes.”
“But that would mean the killer knows the Jedi are involved.”
Corran nodded curtly and gestured to their speeder parked in front of the club. It was a dark blue NRI speeder, supposed to seem inconspicuous but having the opposite effect, especially where the Coruscanti people weren’t used to visitors like the Jedi. They stared at Corran and Kyp as they walked towards the speeder and every time someone made a hectic movement, Kyp noticed Corran’s hand moving down to his lightsaber.
As they sat side by side and Corran began to fly them to the next crime scene, he gave Kyp a sideways glance, “What if the killer had wanted the Jed involved in the first place?”
“That’s kind of farfetched, don’t you think?”
Corran shrugged as he maneuvered the speeder into a queue leading to the main plaza, “Not necessarily. Who ever this is isn’t stupid. Let’s presume the killer knows exactly what it is he’s doing and he knew that sooner or later, the NRI would get the Jedi involved. The killer deposits the bodies here, leaves no traces whatsoever. Anyone on this case would ask the Jedi for help.”
Kyp kept quiet as they flew along the path to the plaza, his thoughts whirling about the case. If it was as Corran said, than this thing ran deeper than anyone had expected.
Corran parked the speeder in a public garage, both Jedi walking the rest of the way. Kyp took out a small pad and flew through the first two pages. “The next body was found near a school, it says here.”
The older Jedi nodded with a long sigh, “A few kids found the woman.”
Kyp raised his dark eyebrows and stashed the pad back into his pockets, “They must be scarred for life.”
They approached a large green park area, with various trees and flower beds. It looked beautiful and it gave a slight feel of nature being around them but still it all had the tinge of being fake. Kyp followed Corran to a small playground, stopping under a tall tree with rustling dark red leaves.
Kyp felt nauseous as he thought about one of those mangled corpses lying around here for innocent children to find.
Again he reached out to the Force and again he caught the dark cloud hovering exactly above the spot where the body had been deposited. Instead of grabbing for it, he let it be, swirling his senses around the anomaly. There was a pulsating entity, it seemed, but it wasn’t quite alive. To Kyp it felt like someone had left just a fracture of his or herself behind within the cloud, the life signature evident but not strong.
“It’s still here.” Kyp said as Corran crouched onto the ground and scanned the vicinity. He looked up at the younger Jedi and frowned.
“Not gone yet?”
“I haven’t touched it. It vanishes as soon as I try to touch it.”
Corran nodded once, “Then don’t. If it’s something of an alarm system, make the killer think we haven’t been here yet. It might throw him off for a moment or two.”
A short while later they headed back to meet up with Nikk and Reima at NRI headquarters. Master Skywalker had gone through NRI archives to cross reference the current murders with others during the past ten years. And just like the other Jedi, even Master Skywalker had come up with nothing.
“I can sense only darkness when at the scenes.” Nikk commented, as he sat down around the large oval table in the Masters’ meeting room, “Nothing more.”
“Same here.” Corran stood leaning against the wall, a thoughtful expression on his lean face. His chin rested on his thumb, his elbow propped into his left hand, “What about witnesses?”
“The NRI has interviewed most people around the scenes but have been led to a dead end.” Skywalker said, leaning back in his chair with a sigh on his lips.
“I’d like to interview them again. Especially the children.”
Kyp arched a brow, “Don’t you think they’ve been through enough?”
Corran nodded sadly, “Yes. But children often have a different perspectives on things than the average adult. If there was something out of the ordinary, one of the children might have caught it and is now just too afraid to come forth.”
“Alright.” Skywalker got to his feet and dragged a hand through his sandy blond hair, “We’ll get to it as soon as the assembly is over with.”
There was a unanimous grown within the Jedi ranks in the room and Skywalker tried hiding a slight smile, “It won’t be that bad, trust me.” He shrugged, “With these murders going on, it might be a good thing for the public to see the Jedi are still back to back with the government.”
“I still don’t like this.” Corran said, frowning deeply.
“Neither do I. But we’ve been asked to attend and we will.”
“And everyone else is off the hook because they’re babysitting the younglings?”
Skywalker shrugged, “Everyone else has decent enough excuses not to be here.”
“Fine.” Corran sighed and straightened, stretching his tired muscles, “I’ll try to be on time.”
“You look great.”
Liz frowned at the comment and looked over her shoulder to Luce sitting on the sofa.
“I feel stupid.” She took another long gaze into the floor-to-ceiling mirror, in Luce’s living room.
“Liz, you’re a girl. How can you not like dressing up?”
She shrugged, feeling very awkward in the black dress Luce had picked out for her. It was a beautiful elegant strapless gown, with dark blue shimmersilk filaments threading throughout the supple material. The skirt gathered around her feet, touching the floor. Luce had put her hair up in an elaborately styled bun, decorating it with shiny crystals that reflected off any sort of light source.
“I feel awkward dressing up, that’s all. Do you think this is okay? It’s not too much is it?”
Luce slowly got to her feet with a laugh, “Stop worrying, Liz. You look beautiful. And anyway, with all those politicians, I’m thinking they’ll be way overdressed, wanting to look better than the next in line.” She laid her hands onto Liz’s bare shoulders, “So don’t you dare worry and have a great time.”
Her heart pounding beneath her chest, Liz nodded slowly. “I’ll do my best.”
Luce let herself fall onto the sofa again, eying her friend enviously, “So, when’s the scrumptious looking Jedi Knight coming to pick you up?”
Liz turned around and sat down on one of the chairs not stashed with make up or hair cosmetics, “He should be here in a few minutes.” And just by saying those few words, her nervousness grew.
What if he didn’t like her appearance tonight?
“Stop worrying, Liz.” Luce snapped but her eyes glinted with amusement, “I’d be happy if I could trade places with you. You’re going to be mingling with high society tonight and you’ll be with a very handsome looking young man.” She sighed dramatically, “I’d really trade you. Are you interested?” Her smile was taunting and Liz frowned.
“Where’s Tye anyway?” she asked in a low voice. She hadn’t yet told Luce about the incident with Tye at her apartment.
Luce looked away and leaned back, crossing one leg over her knee, “Let’s not talk about him right now. It’d just ruin the mood.”
“Why don’t you just leave him, Luce? You deserve better.”
Luce smiled politely and waved the question away, “We’ll talk about Tye once you’ve enjoyed yourself. And I will ask your Jedi Knight for details.”
They sat in silence for just a few seconds before Luce suddenly started to giggle. Liz arched a dark brow, “What?”
“You should see yourself. You’re sitting ram rod straight, your hands are folded in your lap like your about to go to a funeral and I can feel your nervousness over here.” She shrugged, “It’s kind of funny.”
“Oh, hush you.”
An annoying song drifted throughout the living area and after a moment Liz realized it was the door chime. She glanced at her friend as Luce got to her feet, slowly shaking her head, “And this doesn’t drive you crazy?”
Luce shrugged, “I wanted something out of the ordinary.” She palmed the lock and Kyp stood before her, smiling slightly. Liz took a deep and not so steadying breath as she got to her feet and looked him over. He wore his Jedi robes with pride, it seemed, the silver shaft of his lightsaber dangling at his hip.
He stepped into the living area and stopped short at seeing Liz. A blush surfaced on her cheeks and she felt the ridiculous need to cover herself with something, anything. She forced her arms to her sides instead of folded in front of her chest and hoped her smile didn’t seem to strained.
“Hi.” She whispered and was slightly surprised at Kyp’s look of…well, amazement. He stood before her with eyes slightly wider than usual and his face flushed.
“You look beautiful.” His voice was barely a whisper and Liz felt rather embarrassed at being looked at it such a matter. She wasn’t used to being a focal point and she didn’t much care for it.
She walked towards him and enveloped him in a hug, letting out a breath to calm her nerves. “You look great yourself.” She said as she stepped back.
Luce laughed at the two of them and shook her head, “Goodness, how cute you are.” She pointed to the hallway of the building and nodded to the lift, “Now get going. And have fun.” She shifted her gaze back to Liz, “And stop worrying.”
After exiting Luce’s small apartment, Kyp immediately gathered her into his arms and kissed her. They had hardly seen each other the entire day and Kyp had longed for her touch, yearned for her person.
Liz broke the kiss with a smile, “Missed me, huh?”
He nuzzled her neck and took in the scent of a sweet perfume, “You have no idea.” His voice was deep, husky and she trembled beneath his touch as he captured her lips again, making her moan with desire.
She backed away, blowing out a breath, “We should get going.” She took his hand and headed down the hallway, all the while noticing his eyes looking her over. They stood in front of the lift and Liz let a grin cross her face, “You’ll have enough of me when we get home. So be patient.”
A mischievous glint replaced the hunger Liz had seen before and she chuckled.
They took Liz’s speeder to the Senate building, making it there in only a few minutes. As Liz stepped out onto the parking deck, she was surprised to see so many different people of size and stature and race in one place at the same time. There were no heated discussions, only currents of gentle conversation.
Kyp came around and took her hand, leading her up a flight of stairs into the Senate building. She’d never been in a place like the Senate before and the atrium just about took her breath away. She stayed huddled near Kyp, making sure her mouth was closed as she took in her surroundings.
They stood atop a lush dark red carpet that was laid upon a marble floor. Liz wondered what the material would feel like beneath her bare feet. Along the walls were colorful paintings – real paintings she realized – from various worlds. One painting had caught her gaze specifically, showing a vast expanse of a see, the waves crashing against the shore. The colors were so very vivid, she felt she could dive into the picture.
From the ceiling hung magnificent crystal chandeliers, throwing warm light across the atrium and the people within.
Kyp watched as Liz looked about herself, clearly in awe. He remembered when he had first set eyes upon Coruscant and had to smile at the memory. It seemed so long ago already.
He showed her through the atrium, nodding here and there at a few Senators and Aides he’d already met at previous functions. Most of the politicians didn’t like him and the feeling was mutual but the Senators benefitted from at least seeming to be congenial towards the Jedi so Kyp played along.
The assembly was held in a very large oval room, which could hold more than two thousand beings, with a few separate exits leading to a large patio. Around the walls stood various plants, some reaching to the high ceiling, others as tiny as a mouse droid. The ceiling was again decorated with huge crystal chandeliers, the floor a dark grey marble that gleamed with every step one took. There was a stage to the front of the hall, to no doubt accommodate any Senators wishing to preach or toast or plainly hold a speech.
Round hip-high tables, decorated with dark red clothes, stood around the hall, where anyone could mingle and pass the time. Soft music sounded from speakers in the background, a pleasant classical tune.
“This is amazing.” Liz breathed as she tried taking in all details at once.
Kyp chuckled as he squeezed her hand, “Only on the outside.”
Liz followed Kyp as he caught sight of Han and Leia Solo standing near one of the open exits. A cool breeze wafted into the hall, sending shivers up Liz’s arms. Han smiled broadly as he nodded towards her; Leia, a short pretty woman with her dark hair tied at the nape of her neck, politely shook her hand.
“You’re very brave to come here.” The shorter woman said with a smile and Liz laughed.
“It doesn’t seem too bad.” Liz commented and was surprised when Leia rolled her eyes.
“Wait until the speeches begin.”
They stood a while talking about this and that until Kyp leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I need to go find Master Skywalker and the others. Will you be alright with Han and Leia until I get back?”
She felt a little uneasy but she kept telling herself that this was part of his job. She nodded, “Yes. Go ahead.” He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and gently shoved himself through the crowd.
A few other people stopped to speak with Leia and Liz found herself moving closer to Han with every passing second. She felt at a loss with so many strangers.
“You’ll get used to it.” Han said as if reading her mind, “It’s annoying in the beginning.” His smile was a reassuring one and she felt a little better.
But to make matters worse, she was getting a headache.
A small server droid passed her and she gratefully grabbed a glass of a sparkling beverage that smelled wonderful. As the cold liquid slid down her throat, it reminded her of a candy sort she had loved as a little girl.
A slight rumbling went through the crowd as a large, heavy set man stepped onto the stage. Liz arched a brow and had to wonder how this person could still stand with so much weight on his bones. His voice was a dark, an uncomfortable bass as he spoke.
“Welcome dear Senators, Aides, Friends and Family.” His dark beady eyes gazed around the hall as if trying to memorizing every face, “As the host of this get-together, I bid you a pleasant evening with your fellow Senators and hope that this evening will be a fruitful one.” He held a glass high into the air and nodded once.
The crowd began to clap. Liz inched closer to Han, “Who is that?”
“Senator Hrekin Thorm from the planet Fedalle. Not someone you’d want to mess with.”
“I’d wish to also greet our fellow Jedi Knights.” Thorm continued, “Protectors of the New Republic, keepers of the peace and loyal friends to the Senate.”
Han snorted and Liz hid a smile.
The Jedi, standing to the left of the stage, bowed slightly. Master Skywalker stood in the center; Liz had seen him on the Holonet more than enough times to recognize that face anywhere. To Skywalker’s right stood a shorter man in green robes, his face betraying no emotions at all. Next to the green Jedi stood Nikk Vox, his hair still the same crimson red Liz had seen the day before.
To Skywalker’s right stood Kyp; his dark eyes scanned the area around him and Liz couldn’t help but wonder what the young man was thinking. Next to Kyp stood a young Jedi woman, about Kyp’s age, with curly blond hair and a bright smile on her face.
The crowd erupted in applause again and Liz could see that the Jedi didn’t count this as fun.
Thorm talked some more and Liz completely zoned out as the headache was getting stronger. She refrained from touching her temple, instead she took a rather large gulp of her sparkling wine. She didn’t want to worry anyone – the least Kyp – so she tried to ignore the pounding pain in her skull.
Three more Senators stepped onto the stage, spilling out speeches that bored Liz – and Han it seemed – to tears. Both stood side by side, eyebrows raised at whatever the Senators were saying.
“How often do you have to do this?” she asked him, her eyes skimming across the hall.
Han shrugged, “At least twice a month. Not this big, but the Senators are always around with speeches like this.”
“Good grief. I feel sorry for you.”
Han chuckled and took a sip from his drink.
When the last Senator spoke, the Jedi were released from their uncomfortable position as poster boys and girl. Liz breathed a sigh of relief when Kyp stood next to her again, his arm encircling her waist.
“Everything alright?” he asked, whispering into her ear. Her hair stood on end as his warm breath touched her skin and she shivered.
“Yes.” She answered, wondering how long an assembly would last, how long she’d have to wait before she’d have Kyp to herself.
Her line of thought was severed by another piercing pain stabbing through her skull. She swallowed and fought to keep a lid on her emotions; she cleared her throat and asked for directions to the rest room.
“I’ll be right back.” She whispered, kissing Kyp fleetingly as she cut through the crowd. She turned slightly to see if Kyp was occupied and was happy to see him laughing with Han.
The restroom was just as ornately decorated as the rest of the Senate hall. There was a light beige carpet beneath her feet, muffling her steps as she stood before the sink. A soft light came from small round lamps attached to the rose colored wall and it smelled of flowers. The sweetness of the scent was almost too much.
She gave herself a quick once over in the intricately designed mirror, taking deep breaths. A puzzled frown creased her forehead; the headache was receding.
Maybe it was just the anxiousness to be in such a place, she thought and with a smile headed back out. But just as she stepped into the hall, the swell of talk and laughter crushing into her, the pain returned, this time worse than before.
She stood still, pretending to gaze about the hall in interest to hide her discomfort. She’d always been good in not letting others see what she was feeling.
Locking her jaw, she made her way back to Kyp and Han, who were now surrounded by the other Jedi Knights and Master Skywalker. The looks they gave her were of a curious sort and as Kyp leaned down to kiss her cheek, the green Jedi’s mouth hung open for a split second. Even through the haze of her headache, Liz had to laugh.
She leaned into Kyp, wrapping one arm around his waist as he continued talking with his friends. She only caught a few words as her eyes roamed the hall; here and there she caught Senators whispering as they watched her, some looking on with shock etched onto their features. She was annoyed by their behavior but she kept her thoughts to herself.
All she wanted at that very moment was for the headache to disappear.
“Are you alright?” Kyp’s voice startled her and she forced a smile. Now what use would it be to lie to him? He’d know, wouldn’t he? But she didn’t want to ruin the evening so she nodded, “Yes. I’m fine.”
In his gaze she could see he’d caught her little fib. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Let’s go take a walk.” He inclined his head to the exit that lead to the patio and Liz agreed.
The fresh air felt wonderful against her skin; tiny pricks along her shoulders and she shivered.
“What’s wrong, Liz?” Kyp asked when they were alone. She sighed and beckoned him to walk with her, “Nothing. I’m alright.” But when he didn’t move, she turned around.
“Don’t lie.”
“Come on. Walk with me for a moment.” She held out her hand and he took it but instead of walking he pulled her back, “What’s wrong?”
It was just a headache. How lame did that sound anyway?
She shifted her gaze to the side, watching a young couple strolling around the greens on the patio, “Nothing.” Liz repeated again.
“Do not lie to me.”
She snapped her head around at his tone of voice and arched a brow. Firmly he held on to her hand as he stared at her.
She decided to give in; she didn’t want to anger him further.
“It’s just a headache.” She extracted her hand from his hold and rubbed her temples, “It gets worse when I’m near the people in the hall.”
Kyp frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “And you didn’t tell me this because?”
“I didn’t want you to worry, that’s all. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, aren’t we?”
He relaxed then and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hair and stroking her back, “You should know better, Liz. I can feel when there’s something wrong with you.”
Liz sighed and smiled, “I keep forgetting that.” She chuckled as she moved back a step, gazing into the depths of those dark green eyes, “You’ll need to give me time to get used to it.”
He cupped one hand over her cheek, the other hand grabbing hers and holding it to his chest, “Liz, you mean so much to me. Promise me, there will never be secrets.”
She nodded almost instantly, “I promise.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly, a gently brush of his lips against hers. “We should go back inside.”
But Liz was reluctant to do so. Kyp nodded ever so slightly, “When the headaches get worse, you tell me and we leave.”
She could do that. She wouldn’t tell him about the extent of the ache when she’d want to go home, though.
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