Running a hand through his slicked scalp, the Rogue Squadron commander looked at the roses in his hand and let out a sudden sigh. He was nervous, there was no doubt about that. Rather than the fact that he was walking to a female's apartment, he was also going to ask her out to dinner, and then maybe for a quick flight sim.

After the first moment Raven had entered the Rogue Squadron flight sims, he had felt a sudden attraction to her, and with such, he was sure he would have to act on them. Afterall, Taly had shot herself over it all...didn't it mean something? Wouldn't it mean there was something going between the two if he had felt this strongly?

Walking up the stairs and past the turbolift of the apartment complex, he saw her door finally and gulped down his nervousness.

C'mon Daren, you've done this a hundred times before, this shouldn't be an issue man! Just be calm, be smoothe, who cares if she's a Jedi?

Rapping his knuckles against her apartment door, he waited for her answer. All the while a single bead of sweat beat against his brow and he swallowed once again.

Please don't turn me down.

Atalya moves through the corridors of the star destroyer, quickly heading towards the fighter bay. The salty stains of tears are caked on her face as she pushes past officers and crewmen, her only goal to arrive at her X-Wing as quickly as possible. Her R2 unit beeps incessantly as it follows behind the Lieutenant, swerving left and right around people in the corridors to keep up with its owner.

Daren finally knew how Atalya felt, and he did not care. She had tried to kill herself once, and had failed miserably. This time she would not make the same mistake. This time, no one would save her...and she doubed that anyone in the universe would notice. Daren was so caught up with Raven he could not be bothered to give a second thought to Atalya's condition or her feelings. She traces a finger along the hilt on a blaster strapped to her thigh, mumbling to herself quietly. "I should have pointed at my head."

Of course, the blaster is not her own, the security forces refusing to issue her a weapon after her attempt at suicide. Instead, she had assaulted a security oficer and stolen his weapon from him, an act which Atalya regrets, but still feels was necessary. She knows that alarms will be raised the moment the officer regains consciousness, which is the cause of her hastened pace.

"Comeon, R2. I need you. Don't fall behind."

ooc: Too bad this is closed and some of it's taking part on an sd where someone's gonna try and kill herself over feelings that could be changed. If only there was a way to get Tec in there somewhere....

Hearing a sudden noise, Raven fell onto the floor from her percarious perch on a chair. She had tried reading the datacards, but kept dozing off.

The fall had made a nasty crash, and her datacards spilled everywhere.


"What the - ?" Raven blinked her eyes about her in confusion, her long hair a tumbled curtain, blocking her view.

Hearing the knock again, Raven quickly ran her hand through her hair to remove the temporary blindfold.

Within a second, she knew exactly who it was, and cursed under her breathe.

"Daren." Raven sighed, a sudden grin appearing on her face.


She , and her room was now a mess, thanks to her falling out of her chair.

Raven then shook her head, and headed towards the door, and opened it, just as he was about to knock again.

"Hey, uh, come on in. Don't mind the mess." Raven laughed, indicating the datacards spilled across the floor.

Daren gulped and hesitated for a second as he smelled the wonderful perfume that came from another's house, especially that of a beautiful female's. His eyes dashed around and he surpressed a chuckle at the mess.

She's letting me in??

He took a step in, gazing around the room and smiling at her welcoming. Daren then inhaled deeply and found his way further in.

The commander took a quick glance at her, and formed an unexerted smile on his lips, offering her the roses.

"I um, I got these for you on the way here," he said, trying to maintane that smile and not appear too nervous.

Atalya finally burst into a far corner of the fighter bay. An emotionless look set upon her face, she immediately runs across the bay towards her X-Wing, pushing flight officers and other hapless crewmen to the deck and out of her way as she does so. Soon, She stands before her fighter, and begins wheeling a ladder ofver to the side of her cocpit

"R2, load yourself into the X-Wing. I don't ahve time to tell the computer to do it myself. Hurry up."

The droid beeps loudly and follows its orders, junctioning with a nearby terminal, a mechanism begins lowering to load the droid into the X-Wing. Atalya begins to climb the ladder, and then into the empty cockpit.

"This isn't going to be easy, R2. They'll be trying to stop us. I've assaulted more than one ranking officer on my way here. I need you to work as fast as you can."

Raven never really seen this color of roses before. Red?

"Back home, all of these would've all been violet. Not a single rose on Naboo is red." Raven murmured, chuckling at the thought.

And his nervousness was obvious, and she chuckled again.

"Might as well sit down. You look as though you're about to tople over." Raven grinned," Besides, these need to be put in something."

Turning towards a small kitchen, with the interrior not seen from the main room, Raven busied herself in locating a vase to put them in, when she heard a loud noise.

QUACK!

Raven quickly returned to the room, to see him holding up the sourse of the noise: one of a collection of somewhere about two-hundred rubber duckies, found from varying locations in the galaxy. And, he just found her Jedi Master Obi " Quack" Kenobi duckie, currently worth about 200 credits.

"Hey, you found it. Been wondering where that one went to." Raven giggled.

A rubber...duckie?

He blinked at her giggling, but felt a warming smile come to face from it.

"Um, a duckie...eh? Two hundred credits you say?"

Again Daren felt that smile returned and he watched as she sat down.

"Now I know what to get you for your birthday."

With that his eyes flashed over to the holonet, watching the reports of how the Rogue Empire had just launched a major offensive against the New Alliance, and how they were currently in the middle of distribution negotiations.

"Incase you um, couldn't tell Raven, I'm not exactly here on official business."

Atalya twists her neck from side to side, a quiet cracking noice coming from her spine. She turns around slightly as her R2 unit settles into its position and the loading mechanism disengages. Atalya then grasps the ladder and pushes it aside and away from her X-Wing

Suddenly, a flight officer rushes to the side of Atalya's craft. He stares up at the Lieutenant in confusion, looking back at the men and women picking themselves up off the deck momentarily before returning his attention to the young pilot of Rogue Squardon.

"Lientenant?! What do you think you are doing?! You're not authorized for flight at this time! Get out of that X-Wing now, before I call security!"

Atalya rolls her eyes, knowing that security is doubtlessly already on its way. In a flash of movement, she wips the blaster from the holster on her thigh and points it at the flight officer.

"Sorry."

The blaster erupts loudly, the blue stunning energy beam striking the officer in the chest, sending him toppling backwards, unhurt, but unconsciouss. Atalya returns the weapon to its holster and pulls down the cover to her cockpit.

"Alright R2. Fire up the engines. Let's end this."

As Atalya's quad engines flare into life, an alarm begins to scream through the star destroyer, loud, and booming.

"Security to the main fighter bay immediately! Apprehend and arrest Lieutenant Pelyan!"

Double Post. Sorry