"Great you're going to be one of those laid back Sith. Just what I needed."

He smirked and took a leg of some type of meat. He didn't care what it was exactly as long as it was meat. It all tasted the same anyway. Protein was what he needed to build up his muscles. He also took some Vegetables, bread and wine. He yanked a piece of meat off and put it in his mouth.

"Eat up. You'll need your strength. I'll heal your wound for ya later, among other things we'll do. But now, eat."

Raven sighed, and shook her head, holding back a laugh upon the site of seeing him take apart the bit of animal flesh he then shoved in his mouth. The manner in which he ate was typical to his character, which didn't surprise Raven in the least. He appeared to be short-tempered, brutal, and at times, blunt and to the point. Though he did have a brief moment of barely controled calm earlier on the ship. The later, Raven guessed, would be a rare thing to witness.

Raven smirked, and picked up her silverware, cutting off a bit of what looked like a steak, and placed it in her mouth, chewing.

Sweet force, didn't he ever use silverware? Raven chuckled, then taking a sip of the wine which was poured in her glass for her. From the looks of things, she'd be the prim, proper, and deceptively delicate, while he was the direct opposite. They'd make quite the odd pair.

But they would make a good pair. He the more physical type, the one to get things done. Her to be more calculating, gettings things done but on her own terms. It could work exactly as he planned it. He left his silverware where it was and bit into the meat.

The juice slid down his chin and he ate more, not bothering to clean it up. He was too involved in his food at the moment. It was all so good, even the vegetables which he never really ate that much of. It must have been because of his workout.

"Eat. At this rate you'll never be done. I'll have worn myself out before you get finished eating."

"You think I'm not tired?" Raven asked, her eyes blazing.

"I was tossed about like a damned rag doll, and not only do I ache all over, I'm bruised in the most unattactive places! Some bruises are close to the color of my damned dress!"

Raven then tossed a dinner roll at him, only to have it smack him in the face, with her snorting indignantly.

"You go ahead and gorge yourself like a gammorean, for all I care. I'm gonna take my time, and ATTEMPT to relax for a few minutes."

"Oho, ya wanna play that way do ya? You're just like my brother."

Lifts up a nice thing of a bean like vegetable with the FOrce and holds it in mid air for a bit. He smiled evily as a look of horror crossed her face. He launched it at her where it hit her face. Zerxes laughed.

"That's what you get for hitting me with a dinner role."

He pulled off another piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth along with a gulp of wine and he sat back in the chair with his arms crossed. He stopped smiling and glared at her.

OUCH! The bean-like vegetable hit her in the face with a nasty smack.

Raven growled as she located a napkin, whipping the remains of the bean-thingy off her face, and snapping the napkin back upon the table.

"How dare you!" She hissed at him, her dark eyes blazing once again.

She then smirked, and tossed yet another dinner roll at him, laughing as she took another bite out of her steak.

Zerxes caught the dinner role in his mouth and took a bite out of it. It tasted good so he set it down on his plate for later eating. Swallowing the meat, he lifted a steak with the Force and slapped it into her face.

"Don't throw rolls at me."

Taking a bite of his vegetables, he glared at her with a heavy eye. He did not like having things thrown at him at the dinner table. The table was for eating. Not playing. Playing would come later.

"This table is for eating only."

Raven rubbed her face with her fingers, and frowned, sighing tiredly. The game had gone long enough anyways, she reasoned.

She then took a bite out of a potato-like product, that didn't taste all that bad, giving him an equally dark look.

"Fine, if you say so."

Zerxes stood from his seat. He had enough of both her tone and the food. He needed some rest and a nice place to relax. The doors opened before him but he stopped and looked at her.

"I'll be in my room."

Storming out the door he headed through the maze of passage ways and to the quarters hall. Opening his door he found Maavis playing with his clothes.

"Maavis! What are you doing?!"

"Oh, sir. These clothes are terrible. I should..."

"Get out!"

"But.."

"Now!"

"Fine."

She stormed out of the room and Zerxes rubbed his temple before flopping down on the bed. It had been a long day and he had not wanted to see Maavis' face. It was a wonder he let that girl live.

Raven nodded, not saying anything in response as he stormed out of the room. She had wanted to say something sarcastic in response, but the look on his face suggested that she not even try.

She rolled her eyes, and quietly finnished her meal, annoyed at the fact that her gaze kept drifting towards the chair that he vacated.

Raven then rose from her chair, and tossed one last dinner roll, not caring that it nearly missed one of the people cleaning his side of the dinner table as she stormed out.

She growled as she continued down the halls, heading towards her room, and hissed as a familiar girl run into her, hearing the girl yelp. Something obviously happened, for she noticed that the little dark-eyed brunette was in tears.

"Him?" Raven asked, seeing the girl nodd vigourously.

"I wouldn't sweat on it too much, Maavis. He has that effect on everybody. In past few hours alone, I've contemplated different ways for him to die." Raven told her, hearing the girl giggle.

The girl grinned, and tilted her head to the side in curiuosity.

"Did he like the dress?" she asked.

Raven simply frowned, and shrugged her shoulders, patting the girl on the shoulder as she continued down the hall to her room.

"I've cleaned up the mess in your room. I hope you didn't mind." Maavis called out from behind her. Raven heard a couple of guards approach the girl, and the negetively uttered pitches in the guard's voices.

Raven paused, and turned on her heel.

"Give it a rest, boys. She's had a rough night as it is. Let's keep it simple for you to understand, okay? You hurt her, I'll hurt you. Hmmm?" Raven told the guards giving them a cold glare, once again turning heading down the hall towards her room.

Once she reached the room, Raven had slammed the doors shut behind her, quickly undressing as she headed into the shower and turned on the water, letting ice-cold water hit her skin.

She had screamed out in frustration, and slapped the wall with her hand. As luck would have it, it was the same hand she had nailed the bulkheads of the ship with earlier, and the sharp pain made her scream again, bringing tears to her eyes as she slid to the floor of the shower stall.

Why was the universe so keen on hating her today?