Draco walked down the hallway with a stride that suggested confidence and purpose and his hands clasped behind his back. The area was unusually silent for the time of day it was. He could hear his breathing as his lungs filled with rich oxygen and then realesed it again. He heard his heavy footsteps clink with every step as his boots conected with the durasteel flooring. But worst of all...he heard his memories. The memories of that dreadful day when his family was slaughtered. He squinted his eyes, trying to fight against the memory.

He passed a huge viewport at stopped to gaze out for a second. There was a trainning session going on in the courtyard beyond. He watched as the stormtroopers made their way around an obsticle course. A loud roar filled his ears as a squad TIE fighters whized overhead. He then turned on his heels and continued on to his destination.

Finialy she got up and started to stripe out of the filthy clothes. Placing them in a pile in the corner she reached into her closet for clean clothes and then head straight into the bathroom for a long hot shower.  The water beaded down her body, helping to relax the pain that throbbed threw her like hot lava.

When she was done she wrapped a towel around her and headed out into her room and started to dress.

Draco looked worried. "This isn't about the inncodent earlier when I beat that rookie into submission is it? Because if it is then I have a valid excuse." Saph smiled and said, "Draco relax, that's not what this is about." Draco exhaled deeply and it was just audible to Saph. He wondered where that kid was at now.

Earlier today, some young punk rookie decided to test Draco's reputation. Draco started in slow. But by the end of the confrontation Draco ended up getting carried away. Draco eventually ended up having six trainers tackle him and carry him off.

Still, the kid had alot of spirit. Even though he was getting killed, he not once gave in. Draco respected that.

He stopped spacing out on the matter and when he came to, he was smiling evily and he felt a drop of druel leave his lips. He used the back of one of his hands to wipe a small pool of it away from his lower lip.

She shuddered as he whispered upon her neck, knees weakening and threatining to drop out from underneath her. Then Draco noticed the goosebumps again. Draco would have caught her but she caught herself. Probably a feeble attempt to not show any weakness. But Draco knew different, he noted the reaction and read it like a holofile. He growled while rubbing her tattoo and whispered, "What's wrong Saphira?" She turned in his arms and then slugged him in one of them.

"NOTHING!" she said in frustersted excitment.

Draco curled one corner if his mouth up in a cocky smirk. "Your not convincing me that this is truth Saphira."

She shivered again as he warmly rubbed up and down her back. "Damn you Draco Korr, how do you manage to affect me in this manner?" She leaned in and lay her cheek on his chest. She could feel the ripples of his cut body on her cheek. She smiled, knowing that he couldn't see it this time...She was wrong. He saw it and smiled because he knew that she had attempted to hide it.

"So, what did you need to talk to me about?"

She wanted him to go out with her? This shocked Draco in ways, good ways, that he knew that she had no idea about. He growled in excitment and asked, "Is that an order Sergeant?" she pulled out a blade and, what a surprise, she put it against his groin. "Yes it is Private. And I suggest you obey it."

He looked her up and down and licked his lips. "In that case, I'd hate to." he smlied. She holstered the blade and said, "Great, I knew you'd see it my way." He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in tight now that he could do so without running himself through. "You have a hell of a way of negotiating." She purred on his neck and said, "Don't I though?" He enjoyed this thouroughly and ask, "When and where are we to meet?"

Draco didn't waste a second before answering. "Now's perfect. Just need to know what kind of trouble you plan on rounding up so I know which weapons to pack. You just hoping some trouble will discover us, or do you have someone special in mind?" Draco waited patiently for her to respond.

Draco couldn't help but wonder from time to time weather her feelings for him were true or if she were just using him to gain something she was after. If it was the latter, then what is it that she could possibly gain from seducing Draco...besides the obvious, powerful allies. She was just like him after all, and that sounds like something he would do to someone that he thought might gain him allies for his family...if he had a certain plan in mind that is. But there would be no way he could ever treat Saph in this manner because she was family now...by law of the Brotherhood, no single member could betray their brothers. The results would be death.

The real question was, was that if for some reason she had ill intents, why would she take the Brotherhood mark? The mark of a queen at that? Well, Draco did not inform her about the meaning of the mark before etching into her stomach. She had no idea of what it meant.

Maybe Draco should ask her if she wants the obligations that come along with the mark before he assumes anything different. He would wait until the proper time though. If she accepts, then that would be acceptable. If she declined, then he would release her from those obligations. After all, he could find another queen...but there weren't many females out there in the galaxy that could fill Saphira's boots. This was a delicate situation, for both of them. He would tread carefully and approach the subject with a certain degree of delacacy. Yes, aproaching this matter would take percise timing. For now, he would enjoy his time with her.

Draco listened to her and was pleased with what he heard. He felt as though she truely meant what she was saying. His stomach flipped and twisted suddenly but ever so slightly. It had caused him to flinch slightly but he didn't think she saw it, for her eyes were on her blade...and her blade was in hand. 

Damn it what was with this stomach crap. It was a feeling he often experienced around Saph. It was a feeling he hated to feel more than anything...but also one he enjoyed more than anything.

He watched closely as she took her blade to her wrist and cut a small line in her flesh. His heart rate grew very rapid as he saw the blood ooze out. His mouth began to water and his eyes widened in excitement. A drop of drool began to leak over his lower lip and he quickly wiped it away. She then outstretched her arm in an offering to him. He grabbed her wrist softly and began to lower his head, never taking his red eyes off of hers. When his lips made contact with the wound, he growled deeply. The vibration reverberated through her arm causing her to close her eyes and moan slightly in pleasure.

Then he heard her voice, something she had already said to him but was engraved in his mind..."love"

Without knowing he was doing it, his lips repeated this word, "love" he said while blood ran from the cornres of his mouth.

Draco felt her tremble. She made no attempt to leave and he didn't know his way around town yet. He pulled his imperial issued pistol from his leg holster and did a complete power cell check. He normally didn't like carrying weapons because he liked the feeling of tearing his opponets apart with his bare hands. He really enjoyed the sensation of holding their still beating hearts in his hand and seeing their blank stares just before they dropped. He also liked to torture them sometimes before killing them. Hearing them scream and beg for mercy sometimes helped him sleep at night.

A blaster was too quick and simple. Where was the fun and challenge in that? But he would make an exception in this case. After all, knowing Saphira, she had enemies. This could possibly put them in a situation where they would be outnumbered. If this happened to be the case, then he just might need the blaster. And if anyone dared to try and hurt Saphira, then he would make it his personal business to cut out there heart and feed off its salty blood. No, no one would touch her...his love...his queen.

Draco felt ready to make good on his thoughts. "I was...I mean, I was thinking of killing somebody." He beamed at her and grabbed her arm.
The intensity in his eyes made Saph feel like she was being pulled into whatever mental battle he was fighting. He, for the first time since the day she had met him, seemed himself again. Firey eyes, cocky body movements, cocky statements, fantasies of death and a thirst for blood shed. She smiled and said, "Ready to go?"

Draco holstered his pistol and said, "Whenever you are Saphira. Lead the way."

She passed as he stepped aside. He then grabbed her attention by wrapping his arms around her waist and puuling her close. He leaned in and whispered, "I sincerley hope we run into that trouble you were speaking of." He gave an evil smile.

Draco thought for a second.
Some VE personel go there from time to time? Where and what was this place? Knowing the VE, it was probably some hole in the wall establishment where high society persons hung around. He'd been into places like it all around the galaxy. They were always the same. A bunch of scoundrels and gamblers who considered themselves too high class to join a game of sabaac with the low society cantinas. The main reason for this was because the stakes of the game were usually higher in this sort of place. The only other differences were that everyone in these sorts of places carried rank badges and drank expensive drinks from CLEAN glasses. He didn't quite know what to expect, but he was certain that he had an idea.

He returned a lopsided grin and asked, "Can I get a clue?"

She turned her head and repeated, "You will wait and see."

He just snorted and said, "Another order?"

Draco was impressed when they were just emitted without having to wait in line or pay. It was strange, he wasn't used to this type of treatment. He was used to having to battle over anything he wished to gain. He allowed her to lead the way. "Saph, where are we going?" he asked with genuine curiosity. She didn't even look at him or answer. Draco had a bad feeling about this place. He walked quick to keep up with her, hand on the handle of his blaster the whole way.

When Draco saw him reach for her lekku, his eyes began to narrow and his sight turned red. He stepped to Saphira's side, claws spread at his sides and said, "Hey! I wouldn't do that if I were you." Saph looked at Draco and saw a flare in his eyes that she had not even seen there in his fights with Fenris. Her eyes widened. Oh, shit! the sullustan answered back, "And why not shutta?" He then started thumping his horns.

This angered Draco beyond reasoning. "Because it will cost you." Draco said, trembling. The sullustan laughed and reached out to touch her lekku once again. Draco reached out and ran his claws down his forearm, leaving four deep gashes that spewed blood. He then turned his back to him and tucked his arm underneath his armpit.

Draco then placed one of his own wrists under the sulustan's and used his other to force the injured hand into a position it wasn't made to be in. The bones crunched as bones cut through his wrists and sprayed blood all over a nearby table. The sullustan screamed in agony. Draco then through his head back and the sullustan recieved a facefull of horns.

Draco leaned into

Did she say Rebels? This pissed him off even further. This must have been the reason for his bad feeling when they arrived. Maybe this is why she didn't tell Draco where they were going. She was probably assuming that if he knew there would be Rebels here, the he would he would have started killing people the second he entered this force forsaken place...and she was right. Draco didn't tolerate the Rebellion at all. And he DID have a knack for turning a place into a slaughter house with blinding speed. This made Draco feel decieved. He then wondered, as she negotiated the situation with the human, why she would bring him here. Was she planning something? If so then what? He started to get paranoid and finally decided that he best keep his guard up. There was no way of telling who would attack him or from which direction.

Draco's hand dropped to his blaster and thumbed it on and set it on the lethal setting, expecting an attack and ready for one at the same time.