Hey guys, here's an update. Finally! Just a word of warning: This chapter contains spoilers for the titles that the Smuggler and the Sith Warrior relieve after completing their campaigns. And this chapter is a fair bit shorter that the last. Enjoy!

Vette seemed to seriously consider shooting Vaalrinn for a couple seconds, but eventually lowered the blaster that she'd pointed at him the instant she'd found out that the Mirialan was the one who had initiated the fight with her husband. Vaalrinn sighed in relief, but it was short-lived as the Twi'lek's foot swung up to kick him between his legs, and Vaalrinn fell to his knees with a silent cry, clutching his now bruised male anatomy.

"Vette!" Risha snapped.

"What?" The Twi'lek demanded. "He deserves it for attacking Benevolon."

"I'm well aware of that, but remember that I'm going to be the queen of Dubrillion one day, and I still need an heir."

"Fine," Vette conceded. But she wasn't done with Vaalrinn, and Vette continued to take out her frustrations on her friend's husband as she whacked him over the head with the butt of her blaster.

"Ow! Okay, you got me, now stop it!" Vaalrinn pleaded.

"Oh quit whining, Vaalrinn," Risha scoffed. "We both know your skull's way too thick for that to do any real harm."

"Maybe, but my head's not so hard that getting hit doesn't hurt," the Mirialan groaned at he rubbed his head. "And you clearly don't know just how hard your friend hits. I'm pretty sure she bruised my brain."

"Even better," Risha smirked. "A little brain damage might actually be good for you."

"Oh come on, you're my wife! You're supposed to be on my side! What did I do to deserve this treatment?"

Risha gave him a look.

"Uh... actually, don't answer that. All things considered, I'm getting off pretty lightly." Vaalrinn stood and turned to Benevolon. "I suppose I should apologize, shouldn't I?"

"That is what most people who found themselves in this situation would do." the Sith Pureblood responded.

"Okay, I'm sorry I attacked you for no reason, but you-"

"I learned a long time ago that nothing anyone says before the word 'but' really counts." the Sith interrupted. "Say what you mean to say, nothing else."

The Mirialan smuggler was silent for a second, and when he saw Vette narrow her eyes at him, he subconsciously moved his hands to shield his crotch. Eventually he just said "I'm sorry for shooting at you."

"Apology accepted," Benevolon said graciously. He looked carefully at Vaalrinn for several seconds before murmuring "You're the Voidhound, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," Vaalrinn smirked, pleased that he was so well-known. "Now, since you know my title, mind telling me yours? Oh, actually, let me guess first. You're a Darth, aren't you? Wait, you said that you had business with the Dark Council, does that mean you're a member?"

"Close, but not quite. I am indeed a Darth, but I am not a member of the Dark Council. In fact, my rank among the Sith is even higher than that, some would say."

"And that rank would be..." Vaalrinn said expectantly.

"I am the Emperor's Wrath. The Emperor himself selected me for this role, and it is my duty to enforce his will where and when he demands it, as well as lead the Empire's armies to war, and even keep the lords of the Dark Council in line when necessary."

Risha turned back to her friend. "Vette, care to explain how you're married to one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy?"

Vette blushed furiously, but fortunately for her, Benevolon came to the rescue. "To be fair, I was only a Sith acolyte when I first met her on Korriban. After I completed my trials and became a full Sith, my master at the time, Darth Baras, gave her to me as a gift, since she was a slave in those days, I'm sad to say. Despite the way we first met, Vette and I became fast friends, although I suppose it helped that I removed her shock collar as soon as she asked me to." He quickly got back on track. "As we spent more time together and traveled around the galaxy, I began to see Vette in a different way, and new feelings for her began to form." He turned to look at Vette and smiled. "And I am pleased to say that Vette eventually reciprocated those feelings. Several months later, the two of us were married."

"Well isn't that just adorable." Risha said with a genuine smile, though that smile turned mischievous when she looked at Vette again. "So Vette, how often do you have to crack the whip on your husband to keep him loyal to you?."


Risha blinked. "Never?"

"Never." Vette proudly repeated. "Benevolon is, without a doubt, the best husband I ever could have asked for."

"And Vette is the only Twi'lek - the only woman - in the galaxy who can make my head turn the way she does." Said husband declared. This led to Vette jumping up and wrapping her arms around Benevolon's neck to give him a kiss with a smile of pure happiness on her face. The large height difference between the two made kissing a bit of a challenge at times, but the end result was more than worth it to them both.

Risha gaped "You're telling me that I married a dashing scoundrel, while you married an evil dark tyrant-"

"I'm right here, and I resent that accusation."

"-and I got the husband who's disloyal?"

"Hey!" Vaalrinn cried. "I personally consider myself to be the most loving and loyal husband in this star system!"

Risha gave her husband an are-you-serious look. "Then let me ask you this, Vaalrinn: how many women have you flirted with since we landed on this moon?"



"Okay five... or more... Baker's dozen at most."

"Just how many do you think there are in a baker's dozen?" Benevolon wondered.

"By my count, forty eight."

Risha groaned.

Benevolon chuckled but refrained from commenting on the matter, as he instead spoke to his wife. "Vette, please tell me you were able to get us rooms before... this happened." As he said this, Benevolon surveyed the destructive aftermath of his skirmish with the Voidhound.

"Sorry. Got caught up in my whole reunited-with-an-old-friend thing."


Four heads spun to see a furious human woman with two mercenaries at her side storming towards them.

"I just heard from my staff here that you idiots trashed this entire floor, and frightened away at least half my customers! And don't try to deny it. I spoke with the people monitoring my surveillance on my way here, and they say that my security cameras caught your faces from fourteen different angles. So unless you've got enough credits in your pocket to make me forget about all this - and believe me when I say that it's going to take a lot of credits to make up for the damages and lost business - I'm going to make you all wish you'd never been born."

Benevolon ordered "Vaalrinn, compensate this woman for the damage done to her establishment."

"What? Why me?"

"Because you started the fight."

"Your wife already kicked my ass because of that. We both pay fifty-fifty."

"Very well," Benevolon conceded as he turned back to the owner. "How much would it take to make this incident go away?"

"Four hundred thousand. This is the finest hotel on Nar Shaddaa, so that number's non-negotiable." She answered with an unforgiving look in her eyes.

Both men could easily afford to pay for their share of the damages, as Vaalrinn's criminal empire would easily get him his money back by the end of the week, and Benevolon, being the Emperor's Wrath, was able to have the necessary credits transferred directly from a private account that several members of the Dark Council had set up for him as a "gesture of goodwill". Once that was done, the owner smiled, told them all to have a pleasant day, and walked away, looking much calmer, though before she left, Benevolon had a quick word with her, and a few minutes later, he and Vette were booked to stay in the Star Cluster Suites' finest villa.

"Well, I'm glad we got that sorted out." Vette sighed. She then looked at Benevolon slyly. "What do you say we retire to our rooms and... figure out ways to relax and forget all this happened?"

The Emperor's Wrath chuckled "Sounds like a plan."

The couples grabbed their bags, and walked towards the elevator. But as they entered it, the doors shut earlier than they'd expected, and knocked over Vettes' bag, spilling its contents in the process. One item in particular caught Risha's eye.

"Is that a shock collar?"

Vette's eyes widened in horror, and all the blood drained from her face. "Oh kriff."

"Vette, why is there a chock collar in your bag?" Risha demanded. But her friend didn't answer. After a few seconds she figured it out. "Oh! Umm... wow. Did not see that one coming." She then glared at Benevolon. "Did you put her up to this?"

The Sith instantly answered "No I did not."

Risha continued to stare at him for several seconds, then shook her head in amazement. "I have to say, in all my years of knowing Vette, I never imagined she would turn out to be such a kinky minx."

Vette blushed furiously, and even the stoic Sith Lord twitched. Though they couldn't help it, considering their history.

"You wanted to talk?" Benevolon said as he approached his wife.

The Twi'lek turned the instant she heard his voice, and smiled when she saw him. "More than talk," She corrected. "I told the crew to get lost for a few hours, so it's just you, me, and an empty ship."

The Sith Lord grinned, and decided to play coy. "What were you thinking we might do in those hours, wife?"

"I might surprise you," Vette said suggestively. Then she dropped the bomb. "I found my old shock collar the other day." She then jerked her head in the direction of Benevolon's quarters. "Come on."

As Vette walked, Benevolon was frozen in place with shock. Finally he turned his head to where his wife had wandered off to and said "What did you just say, Vette?" His wife simply ran back to grab his hand, and then dragged her husband behind her as she eagerly ran to Benevolon's bed.

Vette hastily shoved all her stuff that had spilled onto the elevator floor, shock collar included, back into her bag. Finally they reached their floor, and both couples exited to find their rooms and enjoy some privacy.

Benevolon looked at his wife. "Vette, should I assume that you don't want to wear... it tonight?"

"Are you kidding, Benevolon? After all that, I'm gonna need to set the voltage to a higher level!"