What the hell is wrong with me Saphira? Why must I carry this curse? It is as if I'm being stangled by this demon. It surrounds me. Everywhere I move, it's there. It possesses me sometimes and I can't control it. It guides my actions but I'm still aware of what's going on around me, and I can't stop it. It is the only thing in the galaxy that scares the poodoo out of me."


She  listened to him, but didn't give him pity. He didn't need it or want it. No matter how much it seemed that he did.

"I can't answer that, but you can control it. I will help you.. and I am betting there is a cure.."

His brother? Saphira  frowned for a moment before it clicked in her mind about th Brotherhood that he was speaking of.  Both of them watched as the small figure spoke. Saph actually had to hide a small smile for a moment before it ended.

He really was picked on..


That was somethign new to her. Saph thought he was only jesting to her and yet he hadn't. It was all real, though the title of "Queen" still bothered her.

Not that it was a bad thing. It was more  that it reminded her of her short childhood and how her parents referred to themselves as a King and Queen.

"I promise you brother, I will not fail you..."

He turned and looked a Saphira, "For I have found the perfect Queen for the Brotherhood."

If she had been the color of a human her face would have got a deep shade of red. Saphira only looked at him. Her eyes softened even more as she sat and crossed  her legs. A shiver running down her spin as Draco came back over to her. Taking slow steps as she swallowed a mouthfull of air.

"I.. I don't know what to say..but.. that.. that could be years down the road.. I. I can't see myself leaving the Army anytime soon."

It was all she knew from childhood, but now.. now she had something else.. someone else to share it with if it happened...

"We all lose ones we love..."


Came the simple reply back.  She then looked up to him, showing a great deal of pain and knowladge. Eyes that have seen as much death as he has over the  years. Slowly killing the soul that she had. That they all had.

"The last time I opened up to someone.. he died..Got himself killed planet side after a mission we came back from. I swore I never would again...until you brought hell in a handbasket back to me.."

She gave him a tentive smile before continuing.

"The Army life is all I know Draco.. What your talking of.. I.. I can't even see. Im not the type to settle down and have tea with.."

Meaning she had to have battle to live as well

"Whoa! Where in the hell do you think I am insulting your family? ANd you can stop it with the Sargent crap. We're not in ranks, on a mission or in a class. So stop pushing my own god damn buttons around."

She snapped back with venom. Saph hadn't even realised that she was now standing. Hell, had she been a cat her fur would have been on ends.

"All you have told me is that I would be Queen. History reads that Queens don't do a whole lot. So fine, I don't know jack about shit. The Army is my life, home and  family now. Hell, Fenris regardless to what  anyone does is still family. Either you need to get that drilled straight into your thick skull or it could get you killed."

Draco set his jaw and balled his hands into fists. Saph knew he was about stike her and stepped to the side as soon as she saw his muscles flex.  The zabrack swung and hit open air as Saph pivoted her weight and kicked him from behind. Going down  he hit the bed but at an awkward angle.

"Further more, they may be dead but you needn't speak of it all the time. If you truly want me gone then I will leave.. if you would prefer that.."

Anger bolied her to the breaking point as he sat up and set his jaw at her.

"There is always a war. People die. Loved ones are killed and much worse... you can't change it. I can't change it and I will be Damned to hell  if I linger on my past."

Her eyes now showed the deep pain of loos she had suffered only months prior. How she fought to hide it. Control it with her anger.


"If I insulted you I regret it.. and FYI.. Fenris hasn't been spreading anything around and I wasn't wondering.. it's not my right to know.."

She started to leave when Draco shot his hand out to grab her wrist.



(Have fun.. I advise not to piss her off too much more...lol.. can't wait for your reply)

"Sense I can kick your sorry ass... "


She let the rest of her words trail off. Giving leave  for draco to fill them in mentaly to himself. Saph loved managing to do that to him, but it was also just a part of her everyday life and attitude.

Saph rolled off the bed and  fell like a pro. Hitting the ground she rolled and shot straight back up to launch herself at Draco. He laughed and caught her. Both falling back against the bed with their feet dangeling off the edge.

"You would.. and so would I...love..."


The last word comming out almost forcefully as she  took her lekku and drapped it over his side. Saph rarly used that word and even then it was seldom.

Draco was shocked at the words she had just spoken. It struck a place, mentally that had never been touched by another. He looked at her and whispered, "What's next? And do we have to hide all this?" He thought he knew what he was about to hear. But hoped she'd say what he wanted to hear.

Fenris wiped away the tear that had appeared on his face.  He decided to go for a walk, maybe to the training room, maybe to the Mess hall, he didn't know.  Anywhere but the dark, cold place he called his room, it always filled him with emotions, filled him with memories.

He let his feet take him to the place they wanted to go.  Coincidentally that was the training room.  He didn't know what to do there, perhaps he'd make HK-60 do a quick search of fighting styles.

As he entered, HK-60 began to walk over.

"Query: How may I be of assistance?" asked HK-60.

"Do a quick search of all available fighting styles that a Falleen can learn without any implants that adjust reflexes and speed." demanded Fenris.

"Statement: Searching..." chirped HK.

Draco growled in delight and whispered back but only two words.
The words meant everything but at the same time they meant nothing..."I know"

Licking her lower lip Saph didn't move away from him. Thanking whatever god there was that the door was locked. She was sure the whole base will have found out about them soon anyway. Considering that they were always seen together.

"SO..."

She started to say. Draco reached and slide his hand under her shirt to feel the tattoo. Even though it was hard to see against her red skin all he had to do was 'feel' as his fingertips would trace it. The female shuddered slighty, lek responding to his touch as well.

"Do you want to stay here? Or would you rather we go to the training area.."

Her eyes gave the look that it didn't matter, but the  warmth spreading threw his touch would tell him the answer.

Draco felt the warmth in his hand work its way up through his body. It told him that she wished to stay. Draco wondred what she felt at the moment for he sensed her unusual mood. It wasn't angry nor mad, nor was it happy or excited...it was the feeling of being content. He looked at her and smiled. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and at that percise second, a lamp exploded on a nearby table.

She jumped up in startlement, ready to fight. Draco began laughing hysterically. She turned to him and stomped her foot in frustration. "DRACO! What the Frak was that for?"

Draco, still laughing, said, "Hey... I...told you...sometimes it's...unpredictable."

Fenris, now knowing which training styles to try, walked out of his room, and began to walk around the Academy. 

He stopped by the Starport, and looked for the Main Mechanic, he always allowed Fenris to have any spare parts he wanted.  He then stopped by the Mess Hall, the main chef was a friend of Fenris back when he was a Bounty Hunter.  He usually gave him some free biscuits or something to eat.  He ended up in the Hall way near Draco and Saphira's rooms. 

It was funny, Fenris wasn't there for more then 2 seconds, and Saphira and Draco walked out into the hallway. 

"Long time no see." Fenris said to them.  He took out a biscuit and began to eat it.  Not really caring if they wanted one.

"I'm sadly going to have to decline on your offer.  I need to focus on my training, and you haven't exactly won me over on the training program you guys offer..." said Fenris in between bites.

He just stared at Draco, no emotion in his eyes.  The Falleen just stood there, approximately a foot taller then Draco, looking down at the Zabrak. 

"Besides, if I do end up scarring myself, I wish to have a good story." said Fenris, taking another biscuit out and offering it to Saphira.  Then to Draco.

This angered Draco, the fact that he was disrespecting him again. He stepped to Fenris's face and growled.

"First of all, let me inform you that my families combat styles are sacred. Which means they remain secret until you join. Then and only then, will you be able to practice them. And second, while your talking about being scarred for a good reason, let me ask you this. What greater honor is there than taking a blade or blaster for a family member? You don't get it Fenris. Our fighting styles are a mix of every style roller into one. The only difference between me and you, is that I don't hide behind fairy dust and contraptions to gain what I'm after. I use skill, intelligence and wit. I use natural skills gifted to me. Another thing is, is that fighting has nothing to do with with your strength or your arms."

Draco thumped Fenris's arm.

"It has everything to do with quickness, finess, grace and heart. Which you know nothing of. That's why you will never beat me. Do me a favor, when and only when you want to learn to find your inner spirit and learn to become a true warrior and master fighter, come to me. Untill then, you wouldn't even cut it in my family. Your just a waste of time and air."

Draco pushed his way through Fenris and walked away, disappearing behind a corner. Heavy footsteps on the durasteel flooring receding as he went.

(Sorry.. my character switched on me..)

Draco winched when the blade made contact. Draco laughed evily and looked down while harnessing his own blade.

"What is it with females and groins?"

Draco then remembered Fenris and blood temperature raised about 50 degrees higher. He started trembling again.

"Guess it's a good thing I moved my blade, otherwise I might have slipped."

Draco gave a nerveous little giggle. Saph couldn't help but smile.

"Can I ask you a favor? Can you move your blade now before you slip. You never know, someone may need that later."

Saph laughed and complied. What was it about Draco that made her act this way? Weather she loved him or despised him she didn't know. But one thing was for certain...She enjoyed him being around. That had to mean something...right?

Draco thanked her while backing away. He turned and leaned his forehead on the wall. The coldness almost equaled the freeze that shrowded his soul, The hardness almost compared to his gaze.
Fenris had a valid point, why did he continue to give Fenris oppertunity after oppertunity to join his family when he continueously angered him on purpose. Why did he care what happened to Fenris. He was just another intergalactic parasite roaming from place to place for one purpose only...to leetch people's fighting styles for his own greedy intentions. And then leave. He didn't care who he had to hurt or kill to get his way...as long as Fenris got his way. Draco had never met someone as selfish as him. Who did he think he was anyway? The galaxy revovles around no single being...and this would be his weakness.

So why the hell did draco go out of his way to help him? Was it because he looked like Thannos? Huh...not likley. Was it because he pitied him, hell no. Was it because he felt like he owed Thannos his life?...possibly.

Draco banged a closed fist on the wall and growled.

Oh Thannos, Brother, please help me.