Dolash was going to Corellia. He'd heard good things. The survivors of the ill-fated assault by Coalition Forces during the Great War had said it hosted a number of good restaurents.

He'd also been told his training had been going well. His masters were willing to overlook his comparative incompetance with the force in its' more delicate matters in favour of his unique ability to hurl objects at terminal velocity around the room. He'd even found a lightsaber. Well, thats' a rather broad explination. More acurately would be that he bought one. Technically two, but the first turned out to be plastic.

The other one was pretty nifty though, and he kept it with him in case he needed to, say, make a sandwhich, or get something out of his teeth. Right now he was trying to hide it though, because being a Jedi in the Empire was apparently almost as bad as engaging in street theater. Deciding that no one would want to look where he'd hidden it, he watched the planet get closer from the window. It seemed nice. He was glad he got this holiday, because frankly training gets tiring fast.

The planet finally got really, really close, and the ship landed. He got up as best he could, and hunched his way out of the ship.

So this was Corellia. Not bad. Good weather, at least. He brought out the brochure, and read the first page. Fine dining? Really? He'd have to try this out.

He waved his way through customs (unaware of the effects, which included knocking over a luggage cart, turning on a sprinkler, and giving a customs official the worrying feeling he doesn't need to see any identification.) and stepped out into the street. Surprisingly, he had yet to encounter any of the famed Xenophobia of the Empire, probably because its' hard to hate someone openly when he could twist your head off. People nodded nervously and made way as he jaunted down the street.

Finally, deciding he should start this little holiday right, he stopped off at a promising looking cafe - Drongo's Delicatessan. They had coffee and cake.

Frakutsk the gungan Jedi also landed on corellia, he stepped off his ship and went through customs in a much more decent fashon. This vacation wasn't really a vacation for him, but more like a purposeless assignment. When frakutsk exited customs, he was definately hungy.

Frakutsk went to the first place that he saw, a bar that reminded him far too much of something that he just couldent lay his hands on. Someone came up to serve him.

"What can i get you, sir?"

"Mesa want yousa best dish... and da milkshake."

The waitress looked quizically at the guungan for a few moments, and then smiled.

"Absolutely, coming right up."

Obviously, "coming right up" was a figurative term here on corellia, because frakutsk had to wait the better part of an hour for what he had ordered to arrive.

Finnally, the waitress came back and wordlessly set a covered dish on the table, and then a milkshake. Frakutsk's eyes widened at the famed corellian milkshake. Frakutsk paused a moment, thanking the force for milkshakes, somehow, frakutsk knew that one particular milkshake was responsible for his very existance in the universe. Then he drained half of it half of it, before he realized that he had been brought another dish too.

Cautiously, he pulled the lid off the strange dish. What was revealed was what could only be described as a large pink potato, shrugging, frakutsk bit into it, and it tasted wonderful! A beutiful blend of garlic and classic potatoe. Frakutsk happily ate it, and then drained the remenent of the milkshake.

Frakutsk payed the abnormally large bill and then wandered off again...

The red blade disappeared when he took his thumb off the switch. Silus replaced it on his belt and bowed. Lupercus merely nodded approval and left the room. That concluded his teachings for the day, the governor of Corellia had other matters to attend to. Silus noted with a laugh that these 'other matters' were steadily increasing every day.

He leaned against the wall behind him and wiped sweat from his forehead. His training with the Sith Lord was draining, and came at odd times during the day. Sometimes Lupercus called him to teach Silus some trick with the Force in the middle of the night; other times they fought with the lightsaber in the middle of the day. Silus looked at the sunlight on the floor in front of him and his grin turned to a snarl. He was losing sleep fighting until dawn. Still, he didn't return to his sleeping quarters.

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He pulled the coat closer around him unconsciously, even if his weapon was hidden away. It would only seem to cause trouble at some point, something Silus didn't want to deal with that morning. Slowly, he made his way through the crowd until he arrived a diner not very far away. Drongo's Delicatessan rarely attracted many customers. He glanced at the empty tables and smiled. It wasn't any different today.

Something caught his eye, he took a seat in front of an odd gray creature at a table near a window. Silus recalled the name 'Azguard' when he looked at more closely. Nodding in satisfaction, he ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress.

Dolash was sipping at his coffee when he saw the man enter the room. It was a fairly empty cafe, and Dolash had no one to talk to, so with a broad smile he waved to th human, catching his eye.

"Why hello there, sir, you strike me as a resident of this planet. Pull up a chair and order a coffee, its' more fun then sitting alone."

The man stood there, baffled. Dolash was oblivious to his rather *ahem* distinct aura, or even the sort of recoiling apperance of the diners' patrons. Slowly, cautiously, the man sat, never moving his eyes from Dolash. Dolash didn't mind though, and he guestured for the second cup on the table to be filled by a passing waitress.

"So" he said "I'm a visitor to this planet, but I take by your demeanor you are not. Any good vacation spots? Or nice restaurents? I heard that there are some good places to visit downtown, but I'm not sure."

His new acquaintance seemed baffled, but Dolash percivered. "Here" he said "It's pretty good coffee, you know. D'you want a muffin? I dunno, they seem a little stale from here."

Frakutsk the gungan Jedi wandered down the streets, window-shopping. Suddenly, something cought his eye. An azgaurd, sitting in a cafe.

"Dolash!" Frakutsk exclaimed, and he only barely restrained from darting into the cafe.

Intstead, he stood flat against a neighboring wall, and communicated using the force...

"Dolash! Whatsa are yousa DOING???" Somehow, Frakutsk gungan-speech managed to get worse while communicating telepathically.

The man that this azgaurdian soon-to-be-knight was sitting with was blatently radiating a presence of evil so powerful that frakutsk could not see how anyone, even dolash, with his strange powers to hurl objects at terminal velocities around rooms, but lack of the subtleties, such as aura-detection and mental communication (an aspect of the force that Frakutsk was rather talented in... strange for a gungan) could miss. This made frakutsk VERY worried, could Dolash really handle this.... this SITH?

"Yes, you're probably better off going downtown," Silus only had time to say before the Azguard began again. Silently, the Sith wondered if all Azguard were like this, or if this was just a special case. If he had known the alien would be this annoying, he would have avoided him.

Silus mouthed a "Thank you" to the waitress, taking a sip from his coffee. "Muffins never have been good here. As far as I can remember, at least. The cake, on the other hand, is worth the trip. My name is Silus."

He didn't bother to add "Sith" to the end. From experience, it usually ended the conversation rather quickly when the other person learned you killed for amusement. Besides, he could use some conversation with someone who didn't cower in fear, or would kill you if you said the wrong thing.

Dolash could, with little effort, keep a conversation going alone in a box, so with someone to talk to the discussion seemed to suddenly tumble out of Silus's control.

"Really? Bad muffins? I dunno, I've had a lot of muffins, its' a staple crop where I used to live, and once you've eaten Potatoe muffins you'll eat anything. Anyways, a little staleness never hurt anyone - well, they never proved anything, so the charges were dropped. This coffee they've got is really quite good, they just don't brew it quite right on Naboo - I'm sorry, have I said something wrong?"

Just as Dolash said Naboo, Silus's eyes seemed to flicker, become more alert. Dolash, unsure of what that meant, pushed on "Yes, um, Naboo, at the temple. The food's nice, but the coffee is terrible. Still, it pays to be polite."

Silus's stare was becoming a bit unnerving, and Dolash rose. "I think I will just go get one of those muffins, ok?"

Frakutsk stared in awe, how was it possible for dolash to ignore the force-message that he had just been sent? It was practically a full-force blow to the mind at the intensity frakutsk had sent it.

Frakutsk decided he had to do something. He walked into the cafe, and sat down at a table next to Dolash.

Frakutsk whispered in a hush tone, while silius was up getting a muffin, "Dolashsa! What are yousa DOING with that SITH?"

The sith's dark-side aura had gotten even stronger if anything. Most likely, Dolash had let something slip about being a Jedi... the blundering... azgaurd...

Perhaps it was for the best that he didn't mention being a Sith. The azguard was foolish to let his tongue slip like that. Even mentioning the word 'temple' could get him into trouble on Corellia, if heard by the wrong person. For a moment Silus toyed with the idea of just killing the Jedi, right now, when he wasn't expecting it. But he decided against it. It left too much of a mess, and he doubted he'd be welcome back to the cafe after ruining one of their tables. Besides, if he enjoyed a bit of conversation with a Jedi, who was going to find out?

"Sorry, just thinking about potato muffins," Silus replied, rising himself. He motioned the Jedi back to his seat. "Don't worry, I'll get them." Dolash looked at him carefully for a minute before sitting down again.

Silus hadn't noticed the gungan coming in while he was at the counter, but he was obviously knew the Jedi. Perhaps he was one himself. A pat on the shoulder made the Gungan jump, "Friend of yours?" He asked while sitting down again, putting the muffins on the table. The Sith didn't bother reaching for one, he'd had enough of those to know they were always the same. "I'd ask you to introduce me, but I don't think I even know your name."

Dolash had a broad grin, and said "Why certainly. This is Fraktusk, and I am Dolash..." Then, Fraktusks' whispers began to slowly filter in "...And you're not... er.. evil, are you?"

Rarely used bits of Dolash's brain flicked on, and Dolash began to percieve the dark edges that marked Silus "Um... yeah... Yes you are..."

The glow of evil was unmistakable now, and the three figures remained frozen in position. Cafe patrons who had been listening to the conversation were quietly making their way to the doors or behind large, heavy, and hopefully lightsaber resistant objects.

Dolash sat stunned. What is he supposed to do now? He wasn't meeting a Sith on some battlefield, or in a dark temple, he was meeting one in a coffee shop, over muffins. So he did the only thing he could think of.

"So... need any milk or sugar for your coffee?"