The Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Warspite soared
majestically above the planet Brentaal IV, having
recently returned to its standard patrol after
picking up a shuttle containing a prisoner one of
the picket ships detailed. The middle-aged woman had
been led to the cold, dark brig deep within the
bowels of the massive warship. The room was cold and
afforded little light. There was one cold metal
table and two metal chairs, both designed to make
the occupant feel as if they were in a dungeon.
There was no force field through which the guards
could observe. No two way mirrors to allow a team of
operatives to investigate. There was no monitoring
equipment either. This was a room where things
occurred that no one was meant to see. This was a
room where someone went to never be seen again.
In the corner of the room what appeared to be a
plain looking Human female in her mid-twenties
stood, leaning her back against the corner of the
wall. She wore the distinct black uniform of the
Imperial Stormtrooper Corps and rank insignia that
would identify her as a 'Major' to those familiar
with the system. She had been eyeing the Bothan
since she had been brought aboard, looking at her
with contempt as she pretended to disdain all aliens
brought aboard, despite the fact that she was
secretly one. Her fingers twitched inside of her
black, leather glove as she held her hand over her
weapon. She had heard tales about the Bothan SpyNet
before, but she had never encountered one in person.
"Comfy?" she asked rather smugly, her refined accent
carefully practiced after years of study.
Piercing blue eyes looked toward the major. Chin
rose in defiance. She had not spoken at all since
her capture and had no intention of doing so now.
Bothans had endured torture and enslavement and she
was prepared for her share. Given her time with the
Spynet, she was overdue for such actions. Her luck
was renowned at game tables as well as among her
fellow officers. All that changed in what seemed
like milliseconds. *Never lose sight of the danger*.
She had warned young spies over and over, yet she
fell into the trap so easily. Even the best had
their bad days. Unfortunately, her bad day would no
doubt be her last.
When Admiral Claudius Rodney received word that a
Bothan prisoner had been brought aboard he felt
supremely confident, wondering if perhaps this was
the break he needed to turn things around in the
Ringali Shell. There were thousands of Bothans and
he never for a moment entertained the possibility of
it being the one few knew so many years ago. As the
door open he stepped inside the dark room, his eyes
immediately darting to Major Kiley with a subtle
nod. He caught a glance of the Bothan for a moment
through the dim fluorescent light and immediately
his moments froze. For a Human, Bothans were quite
hard to distinguish, particularly at that distance
and in these lighting conditions. He swallowed,
Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he took steps
forward to examine her more close. Oh no, was all he
could think as he stopped dead in his tracks,
Her eyes shifted from the young female human to
the Imperial who had entered. It had been over two
decades and several lifetimes but she knew the man
instantly. Fortunately the thick white facial fur
hid any sign of recognition outside of a widening of
those blue eyes. She hoped that the dim lighting
would serve as cover. She could tell that Claudius
had the same realization. Eyes shifted back to the
female. She could not help but smirk, exposing
glowing white teeth, left canine easily seen. If she
were to die, at least she could do some harm to the
fiendish Empire. "Claudius, what an interesting
surprise." Her accent showed years within the core
worlds. And Imperial accent is what it was now
called, though back in their youth, it was more an
accent of Coruscant.
"Leave us," Claudius said quickly towards Kerrie,
thrusting his right hand towards the door without so
much as looking at the young lackey. He could not
allow her to hear any more than she already had. He
shook his head at Ve'rail, genuinely displeased that
she had used his name in front of a subordinate.
Kerrie arched an eyebrow as she heard the woman
speak Claudius' given name, but knew better than to
speak out about it. When the hand motion was given
she slipped from the room like an obedient hound,
standing as a watchful sentry outside of the room to
bar anyone else access.
Once Claudius felt secure he immediately moved
towards the table, sitting down in the chair and
looking directly in front of her. His eyes roamed
over every inch of her body, looking for any signs
of injury, but thankfully he saw none. She had aged,
but so had she. The fur hid any wrinkles better than
his tired Human skin could. She had broken his heart
during the Clone Wars. His first love ... did one
ever get over a first love?
"She reeks of Bothawui. You no longer." She too
looked over her former lover. At times the hatred
seemed to fade while she remembered their time
together. None of that mattered though, he had
chosen to support an evil tyrant. And from what
she'd been able to discover of his history with the
Imperials, had become one himself.
Claudius shook his head at her, wondering what
she had gotten herself into her. He was already
thinking about ways he could help her ... was he
really so pathetic that he would risk everything for
someone he had not seen in over twenty years? He
moved towards one of the storage containers and
pulled out a box of cigarras and a small lighter,
mostly used by the interrogators to bribe their
guests ... and in some cases, to torture them. He
also grabbed a bottle of Alderaan Ruge, which they
had shared many years ago. He slid the pack of
cigarras down in front of her and offered to light
one for her. "Still slowly killing yourself with
these?" he asked jokingly as he sat two glasses down
on the table as well.
"Everyone has to die, Claudius, some of us do so
with honor." Only a slight glance was given to the
objects. Long ago she fully trusted this man but the
years had changed them both, more than just
physically. For all she knew both the liquor and the
cigarras were poisoned, though she had her doubts
that no matter how cold hearted the man before her
had become, he would not kill her with such a lack
"Well I need a drink," Claudius admitted to her,
in a position of weakness as he shook his head at
her again. He pulled the stopper from the bottle of
Alderaan Ruge and poured two glasses, spilling some
on the table in his haste to get his hands on the
drink. Before he even sat back down his hand was on
the drink, taking a quick sip of it and letting out
a deep sigh. "...here to spy on me, Ve'rail?" he
asked very quietly, his eyes struggling to maintain
eye contact with the woman he once thought he'd
She shook her head as the great commander
struggled to get alcohol into his system. "Has your
wife brought you to such a pathetic state, or your
Emperor?" Though she tried to keep her emotions in
check, there was a obvious disdain for both wife and
emperor that was easily noted in her voice.
"Don't get me started on my wife..." Claudius
said to his former love as she shook his head,
realizing the terrible position he had put himself
in with her. He sighed as he grabbed the chair,
dragging the metal legs across the deckplating of
the ship to create an awkward screech. He laughed at
himself, not having the energy to lift it off the
ground. Tiredly, he sat down in the chair, directly
next to her, turning his face to look at her in the
eyes. He had spent years lost in those eyes. Could
he prevent it from happening it again?
"Sitting so close to an enemy combatant? Did they
not instruct you on interrogations, Claudius? Or are
you going to seduce secrets out of me?" She could
not help but stare into his eyes. So often she'd
thought about 'what could have been' and never
thought they would ever see each other again. Yet
here he was, so close that she could hear his heart
beating. So close that she knew the man was
suffering. "What have they done to you?"
"Let's be honest, Ve'rail..." Claudius said to
her as he broke his eye contact, staring down at the
floor instead. He considered pouring another glass,
but that might lead to be complications. "...if
anyone in our relationship was seducing secrets out
another it was you," he reminded her, his mind going
back to fierce nights of passion during the earliest
days of the war. He had only just entered the Navy
and the holorecordings of him back then seemed so
distant it felt like he was watching someone else's
life. He swallowed again, trying to force some
saliva into his mouth as she shifted away from her
"Is that what they have made you believe?" For a
moment her features lightened, voice showing
sadness, but she quickly regained control, shown by
her chin raising again to display the regalness she
was known for. "You did not answer my question. You
suffer and not just from seeing me. What have they
done to you?"
Claudius squirmed uncomfortably as she asked the
question, not knowing if he could trust her. She was
a Bothan Spy and she had ran out on him before,
leaving him a broken a mess. Only the sudden urgency
of the Clone Wars had allowed him to focus and find
a purpose in his life and launch a career. Would it
have been the same if they had remained together? He
doubted it. "It is ... difficult..." he explained to
her without going into much detail, his shaky hand
moving towards the glass again.
She placed her hand over his, stopping him from
taking the glass and therefore another drink. "Stop
this. I will not allow you to become some staggering
drunk in my sight." Yes, she had the kind of
personality that allowed her to say such things
while being the prisoner. The feel of his hand under
hers brought back even more memories. White thumb,
lacking the thickness of fur of most of the rest of
her body, rubbed along Rodney's hand.
Claudius shuddered as her hand intertwined with
his, the feel of her paw rubbing against him causing
his entire body to shudder. It was quite soothing.
The kind of attention he had not received in a long
time. All of the memories immediately came rushing
through his mind and he panicked. He stood quickly,
but left his hand hanging in her grasp. The chair
slid back behind him as he stood, his aged body
starting to tremble. He wanted to run out of the
room and order her release ... but he could not
bring himself to take a step forward. He had not
seen her in so long and he could not just leave like
She was surprised at the shuddering of the
Imperial officer. How had he hid this weakness from
the cold-hearted superiors that prowled the empire
looking for ways to become more powerful. Pulling
her hand back, she too stood. It seemed that she
would have to be the strong one. "I am prepared for
my death, Claudius. What I did I did for freedom;
for love of life of all species."
"You know I could never order your death..."
Claudius admitted as he turned his head towards her
again. His eyes locked with hers and he sighed,
realizing how beautiful she still looked. His right
hand moved up slowly, caressing softly the fur that
covered her right cheek. His hand shook as he did
so, reliving countless times he had done that same
caress after hours of passionate lovemaking in his
youth. At this age, he was lucky for even a few
brief moments of passion.
She leaned into his hand, lids shutting over her
blue eyes to hide tears that had formed as well as
to aid in remembering the wonderful life they had
once shared. Instinctively she moved closer to him,
wanting to feel his breath, his heartbeat. Her hand
lifted, caressing his cheek as her eyes opened. "I
am the enemy."
"Only if you choose to be..." Claudius said as he
lowered his head, turning his cheek into her face as
he softly rubbed his face against hers. He could
still remember the first time they met in that
little dive on Coruscant. At the time he had never
considered a relationship with an alien species, but
he soon learned from her that they had a lot to
offer. "There is no war in this room," he said
softly, his voice starting to crack as he considered
his next actions carefully.
"Outside of this room there is a great war.
I...am sorry for bringing you danger when you
entered. I figured if I were to die, I might as well
take you with me." She stepped back, knowing that if
they remained close everything would be that much
harder. "We are on opposite sides. We have been for
a long, long time." Looking up at him, she frowned.
"It is said that you are a monster. Although I had
doubts that this was possible, you must still be
that monster, Claudius. There is no way for us to
"Monster?" Claudius repeated sadly as he broke
eye contact, shifting his body so that his back
would turn to her. "I am no monster..." he told her,
lowering his head and shaking it dejectedly. "They
killed a thousand of my men last week Va'rail ...
and over a hundred civilians..." his body began to
shake as he considered the enormity of the losses.
He had landed those men there, taken an oath to keep
them safe and had failed ... miserably. "They are
terrorists..." he said angrily as he tried to clear
the images of the horror from his mind.
"Your Emperor has brought them to that. He and
his henchmen must be stopped. *Your* Empire wants
the destruction of all but the human race. I am
certain this very ship has killed thousands. And
why? Because they chose not to live under an evil
ruler as you have chosen...and which has taken its
toll on you. Shaking? Drinking? This is not the man
I knew and loved."
"The Emperor ended the war and brought peace and
order to the galaxy," Claudius reminded her, trying
to justify his actions in her eyes. He knew it would
be impossibly, and he slowly began to walk towards
the nearby bulkhead. He let out a dejected sigh,
resting his head firmly upon the wall of the cell
and slouched for a moment, trying to regain his
composure. "I'll let you go if you promise return to
this region..." he told her through a deep sigh,
realizing it was an act of treason.
"You would commit treason for me? One who brings
unrest to the paradisiacal peace of your empire?" Of
course she was scoffing at his idea of the Empire.
Death for all but humans was peace? Order was
slavery. She looked down for a long moment before
finally looking at him. "Come with me."
"I would do anything for you, Ve'rail..."
Claudius said as he turned back around to face her,
tears now visible in his eyes as he spoke. He moved
back towards her, a deliberate movement with each
step. He came to a stop directly in front of her,
lowering his head slightly as his eyes locked on
hers. His arms moved around her body slowly,
attempting to draw her in close against him. "I
cannot leave my responsibilities..." he said sadly,
shocked at himself for even considering it. His
breathing was growing heavier, his heart pounding
more forcefully. "Can there not be a truce ... at
least for one night?" he asked her sadly, finding it
more difficult by the moment to be near her again.
She moved closer, resting her head against his
chest. When he spoke of a truce, she looked up at
him, sighing heavily. "If you are found out, they
will kill you along with me. Already the woman...who
is not human...knows. Do you trust that she will not
betray you even now?"
His arms tightened around her, as if somehow if
he drew her close enough he could just hold on to
her forever. "She can be trusted," Claudius
reassured her as his hands moved deeper into her
back, kneading his fingers into her back. He used to
claw into that fur as he erupted in passion, but it
was a different time with a different war and he was
a different man. "They may already be trying to kill
me..." he confessed to her, having never broached
the topic with anyone else before.
"Then why stay? I can offer you refuge." Her
hands moved to his arms, squeezing them. "I can stop
the shaking. Can make you the man you were. Come
"I have a family. They would be unjustly punished
if I were to just leave..." Claudius admitted to her
as he moved his face against hers slowly, her fur
once again colliding with his cheek again. "Why
don't you stay here ... help me sort out this
mess..." he implored as his embrace seemed unwilling
"I am not human. I would be treated worse than if
I were a prisoner. It is how your kind keeps
*order*. Yes, even though she loved him still, she
would not falter on her political ideas. And the
thought of him having a family made it easier to
throw her views in his face.
"Many of those species betrayed the Republic
during the Clone Wars..." Claudius reminded her,
hating to dwell on the past. It seemed they were
ideologically opposed, but he could not bring
himself to hate her. "...I would protect you," he
added, his face turning into hers as he placed a
tender kiss upon her fur covered cheek. He had not
even realized he had done it. It was instinct and
familiarity overcoming him.
"Protect me? I am your enemy. It is my duty to do
all I can to see that you and yours fail. How can
you protect me, Claudius? Do you think that I would
so easily give up on freedom?" The kiss made it more
difficult to say the things she said but she had
always been the more practical of the two. She could
not allow that to change now. "Besides, I am certain
your wife would object."
The argument reminded him of their youth together
and a fire was lit deep inside of him that he had
not felt in many years. "You will never be my
enemy," he stated emphatically as he moved his face
towards hers. His eyes closed slowly as he placed a
firm, somewhat forceful kiss upon her lips. He had
crossed the line, but the memories were just too
The kiss was returned, stirring passion within
her that she hadn't felt since their time together.
As much as she wanted it to continue, she knew both
of them would be killed should they be discovered.
And knew also that theirs was a love that could not
withstand the Empire. "We can make it look like you
"Why tear down the entire government and send the
galaxy into anarchy?" Claudius asked her as he kept
his face only centimeters from her, breathing
directly into her mouth. Oh how he could smell her
again ... he had never forgotten that scent ...
awakening to it in the middle of the night
sometimes. "The Empire is imperfect because it is
made up of imperfect beings. We can fix it," he said
to her as his hands moved down, squeezing at the
bottom of her back as he pushed forward against her.
"That is what the Alliance is doing. How can you
not see that?" She had to be strong for both of
them. Visions of him with his human wife kept her
from fully submitting to her desires. "You mourn the
loss of a thousand humans. What about the hundreds
of thousands of non-humans that are enslaved and
killed? There is no place for them in your empire."
Claudius knew all too well what she was saying,
having had to rescue his friend Pilaq Tohan from the
clutches of the Empire on Ithor. He shook his head
at her and lowered his head in defeat, burying his
head in her shoulder and starting to cry as he lost
his composure, breaking down in front of his first
"Outside of these cold metal walls is a galaxy of
diversity, Claudius. Yes, we can fix the Empire, but
not from inside." This was all too hard. Her
passions and desire for this man were overcoming her
logic. Her heart was winning over her head. After
licking her lips, she kissed the top of his head
while petting his back, trying to comfort him as
best she could.
Claudius slumped against her exhaustedly, having
missed her since the day she slipped out on him
without so much as a note. He never learned why and
was not going to ask now. He could feel her heart
beating against his chest and it was the only thing
that had soothed him for quite some time. He
shuddered against her, his hands moving further down
still. Laying upon her butt, he gave the cheeks a
firm squeeze, realizing this was probably the last
time he would get to see her.
"Come now, where is that monster, that great
admiral I have heard so much about?" Her voice was
soft and soothing with a hint of playfulness. She
was trying to comfort him, but how does one comfort
one who stands for everything that is wrong? "We
must keep our heads and figure out what we can do."
"I am no monster..." Claudius said as he lifted
his head off her shoulder, having stained it with
enough of his tears. "...no great admiral, either.
Not even a great man. Just a man..." he admitted,
very honestly with her. There was never any fooling
her. Never any point lying. She saw right through it
every time. His body trembled against hers, the
passion he was feeling towards her starting to
build. He had dreamed of her for years after she
left and no one had ever watched her skills as a
lover to his great disappointment.
"That is not true. The man I fell in love with
was a great man." A hand cupped his chin, lifting
his face toward her. "And do not let anyone tell you
"That man died a long time ago..." Claudius said
sadly as his eyes looked right through her into
nothingness. So much had happened to him, including
the death of his first wife who he had met while
still nursing the wounds from his breakup with her.
"That is not true. I feel him in you, Claudius. I
feel your love and passion for me still. He is
hidden behind this uniform; behind his family." She
leaned closer and kissed his lips again. It couldn't
be helped. Seeing him in this state just made her
love him all the more.
As the kiss broke, Claudius pulled his face back
and examined every detail of her beautiful face.
"Then let me take this uniform off and have just one
more night with you..." he pleaded, his body shaking
against hers as he wanted nothing more than to
experience their bodies connecting again. He had
never forgotten the feeling ... he would carry it to
"How do you know that I am not just trying to
seduce secrets out of you?" Hazy eyes looked at him,
studying his features. They had changed over the
years as humans tended to do. In each crease she
could see stress and sorrow. If only she hadn't left
him. If only she'd been able to convince him that
his views were wrong. Perhaps...
"I have no secrets," Claudius sadly admitted to
her as his hands continued to roam over her body,
exploring her in the same way that he did when they
first met. "I am a doddering old man sent here to
babysit a garrison. They tell me nothing..." he
sighed as he shook his head, realizing he had not
even shared this information with his family. She
had only been back in his life for a few hours, but
already he was telling her his innermost thoughts.
"And yet you are loyal to them. Why?" White hands
moved to undo his jacket, trembling in anticipation.
This was hardly the ideal place for such an act of
love but she didn't care. It had been too long since
she'd shared herself with her love.
"It is all that I know... All that I've known for
two decades... It becomes a habit..." he slowly
explained, not just to her, but also to himself. His
hands moved down slowly and reached for the buckle
of his belt, unfastening it and letting t drop to
the floor. A moment later his hands moved to his
trousers and slipped them down around his waist,
exposing himself to her for the first time in over
twenty years. His body had changed and he was
embarrassed. The muscles were faded and there were
wrinkles and scars. He tried to smile, but soon
looked down worrying he could no longer satisfy her.
She undid her uniform top, letting it fall behind
her. Eyes were fixed on his until he looked
downward. She followed his body, pausing at each
scar, a hand touching them before returning to her
belt and pants so that they could slip down and be
stepped out of. They were both naked now. She moved
closer to him, pressing her lips to his.
Claudius had all but forgotten what it felt like
to feel her warm fur against his cold, naked flesh.
He quivered, almost falling into her as he let every
heavenly soft fiber tease at his aching flesh. Just
the lightest touch of her angel white coat against
him was enough to send him into the ecstasy and he
very nearly lost his composure, feeling an eruption
quickly building. Perhaps it had been too long. "Ve'rail..."
he cried out like the helpless boy she once knew
long ago before galactic strife tore apart their
She was lost in his touch. His warm flesh against
her was like nothing else she had ever experienced
in life. After she'd left him, all her time was
consumed with the Spynet. She'd pushed physical
pleasure and the accompanying emotions to the back
of her being, seemingly locking them there until
Claudius' hands roamed over her fur covered body,
tracing their way up her stomach and moving towards
her mounds and giving them a firm squeeze just to
make sure they were still real. He was disappointed
at how well her body had kept up compared to his,
but he assumed hers had considerably less stress
involved than his.
Her fur covered most of her aging. That and the
fact that the fur was white...no gray hairs really.
Male bothans were prone to losing hair as they aged.
She was fortunate to still have a thick, rich coat
that covered most of her body. The body that was now
pressed to his, feeling his excitement swelling near
her awaiting and wettening folds.
Claudius turned his back to her suddenly, his
body shaking visibly as he looked towards the
ground. He was not thinking clearly, unsure of what
he was doing. "Ve'rail, is this wrong?" he asked her
softly, backing up slightly to rest his back against
her front with a deep sigh. He was married and had
children. Was an affair with an old flame worth
risking it all?
"Yes my love, it is very wrong." Her hands
kneaded his shoulders as her body pressed against
his, feeling his heartbeat and hearing his
breathing. "But that has never stopped us before.
This may be our last chance."
His head tilted slightly as her fur-covered hands
began to work into his flesh, causing his body to
melt softly against hers. "I've wanted this for over
twenty years..." he admitted to her, the feeling of
her hands upon him causing a fire to build in his
loins that had not been ignited since his youth. His
body was taking over, forcing his mind into the back
"As have I. Leaving you was the worst day of my
life, Claudius. I have regretted it for so long."
Hips pushed against him, desiring to be closer to
him than was possible in their current position.
"Touch me like you used to..." Claudius pleaded
with her, sounding very much like the young man she
knew so long ago. As he spoke the words he knew he
was giving into temptation, no longer able to
control himself or suppress his lust for her. His
libido had one and his sense of reason was all but
Claudius lay there motionless for several long
moments, deep breaths escaping his tired lungs as he
struggled to regain his fortitude. "I cannot
move..." he admitted sadly, struggling to find the
strength to move even a muscle at this given time.
His head moved towards her shoulder, using it as a
comfortable pillow as he rested in post-orgasmic
bliss, a smile as wide as the Outer Rim glued to his
"Mmmmm no need to move. I like you where you
are." Of course the table might object. Her insides
were still quivering, causing her to tighten around
his cock. Her breathing was getting more in check,
though it would take time before she would really
want to move either. Hands managed to reach his
back, petting along his muscles.
"What have we done..." Claudius asked regretfully
as he finally found the strength to remove his body
from her's and shifted to lay beside her, still
tiredly gasping for air as he looked up at the
bulkhead of the small room aboard the ship. He was
cold and his naked body began to shiver, the fluids
that covered most of his thighs beginning to chill.
It was very cold in space.
A look of concern pushed away the bliss of her
expression. She sat up slightly, leaning her head
against one of her paws which was leaning against
the table via her elbow. "Done? Do you regret our
Claudius turned his head to look at her and did
his best to correct the situation. "Regret is the
wrong word..." he told her as his hand reached for
hers, gripping it firmly in a loving embrace. He
swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his
She squeezed his hand but then released it and
sat up completely. A heavy sigh escaped, still
showing that she'd not fully caught her breath yet.
"You will regret it though. You have a..." She
didn't even want to say the word. When she found out
that he'd married, she wanted nothing else but to
kill them both. Of course that was a knee jerk
reaction, though the anger, the jealousy was still
there. "...*wife*. The Hapan slut."
Claudius listened to what she said, but cringed
when she referred to his wife as a 'slut.' He shook
his head at her dejectedly as he sat up on the table
and moved towards the alcohol. "She is not a bad
person... She is just..." he stopped himself from
going any further, and instead focused on pouring
the drink. His body was still coated in sweat and
his breath was still irregular. Again, he offered
the pack of cigarras and lighter to her along with a
drink as he began to sip on the Alderaan Ruge. What
he had done was beginning to settle in.
She dressed before doing anything else. His words
were responded with a scoff, though her head was
down so that she could make sure her uniform was
properly buttoned. After dressing she sat at the
table and took the glass of ruge that had been
offered. "You should not drink, Claudius. It is
making you ill."
Claudius had almost forgotten he was still naked
when he watched her dress. The old man lowered
himself, unleashing a tired groan as he plucked his
undergarments off the floor and awkwardly began
dressing. "I should not do a lot of things..." he
explained to her between groans as he hopped on one
leg to begin putting his trousers back on. He was
dressing with all the grace of a teenager who just
lost his virginity and was worried his parents would
soon return home.
She watched him dress, shaking her head and
suppressing a chuckle. "Does your wife not tend to
you? Does she not see how you are suffering?"
"She does not always notice things..." Claudius
commented as he began to fasten his tunic against
his heaving chest. His hands moved down to fasten
his belt buckle. If not for the fact that he was
drenched in sweat and reeked of sex ... he would
almost be a presentable line officer.
"How can she not?" She narrowed her eyes, taking
on a sort of maternal role. No one was *allowed* to
harm Claudius. Though she would probably be
responsible for his ship blowing up or some other
form of his demise, that was business. On a personal
level, she wanted to scratch the Hapan witch's eyes
out for not caring enough to see that he was falling
apart. "When was your last physical?"
"I just had one about a week ago," Claudius
informed her truthfully, but what he did not tell
her was how grave his situation actually was. He was
exhausted and had collapsed twice while on duty, one
of which nearly resulted in his falling to the
death. He took a deep breath, sampling another sip
of his drink. The alcohol calmed him in the way it
did not used to, and he had begun to feel that he
needed it to survive.
"And this doctor told you that you are not well,
yes? You cannot lie to me, Claudius. I might not
have seen you in over two decades, but I know you
better than anyone." She took a sip of her drink.
Eyes remained fixed upon his face. "How can this be
fixed? Must you retire?"
"I cannot retire and leave things unfinished..."
Claudius said weakly as he spun around quickly to
make eye contact with her. "I have a family I must
protect from the terrorists and I do not trust
anyone else to accomplish the mission," he explained
to her, moving towards her again to place his arms
firmly upon her shoulders, both squeezing them and
using them as a support to keep upright.
"Sit. You are going to pass out if you do not."
She let a hand caress his cheek for a moment before
using that same hand to point at the chair. "If you
retire, would your family not be safer? You would no
longer be a target."
"Everyone is a target in this way, my dear,"
Claudius reiterated as he took a seat in the chair,
for some reason finding it difficult to catch his
breath. Perhaps the sexual encounter was too much
for him to bare in his present situation. "The
Rebellion murders innocent civilians throughout the
galaxy in their bombings," he explained, realizing
that twice their attacks had nearly taken the life
of his wife.
"The *Alliance against the Empire* has saved
countless more lives. Those killed were Imperial
sympathizers. A sad part of war but a reality. But
that is not the issue here, Claudius. Your health
concerns me. Not only that if you fall over dead I
will be tortured and killed quicker than previously
thought, but *you will die* if you do not take
better care of yourself. How can this be fixed?
"I need to find a way to drive the Rebellion from
this region..." Claudius explained to her,
emphatically nodding his head in stern resolve. "As
long as they are here they will continue to threaten
the lives of those who are dear to me," he said, his
voice growing quiet and trailing off towards the
end, his head dropping down as he stared aimlessly
at the deckplating.
"So you are still arrogant enough to think that
you and your handful of dear *ones*" Yes, the words
bothered her but she had chosen their fate years
ago. "should remain while millions move? I am glad
to see at least that part of you has not decayed
"How did you get caught up with terrorists?"
Claudius asked as he looked up at her, his hand
moving towards hers with a reassuring squeeze. "When
you were young you used to have ideals that you
fought for. All these Rebels know is death," he
bemoaned, shaking his head with bitter
"I could ask you the same question. Your Emperor
wants all non-human species to be enslaved. He kills
without thinking. He is cold hearted, Claudius. I
dare you to deny that. This war is for my life. The
lives of my kin. I do not believe that we are the
terrorists. There was peace until the Emperor craved
more power than the senate could allow. He ordered
the death of the Jedi. Many of whom were our
friends, Claudius. How can you rationalize that?"
"Many of those same alien species betrayed the
Republic and tried to destroy it during the Wars,"
Claudius explained, rationally as he nodded his head
to her several times. "The alien species in the
Confederacy killed many of my friends ... including
the parents of my adopted daughter," he commented
bitterly, the sight of their burnt corpses forever
affecting his life. "...and as for the Jedi...they
attempted to kill the Emperor. They betrayed the
Republic in a bid for their own power," he said with
disgust oozing from his lips, shaking his head
swiftly as he could no longer look at her.
"Oh Claudius. You knew many of the Jedi. How can
you even speak such words. They did not wish power.
Our old friends would even mediate our arguments."
She chuckled a bit, again shaking her head. "Do you
remember when I slapped you because I thought you
had called me fat. What was the name of that
Jedi..?" Time had taken its toll on memories if not
on her physically.
"An old friend once told me it all depends on
your point of view," Claudius commented, remembering
something one of the Jedi she referenced told him
during the Clone Wars. He sighed, realizing there
was no way he could convert her to his cause. "That
still doesn't address what I do about you..." he
commented as his eyes slowly rolled back towards
Her grin showed off the pearly white canines that
hung much lower than the rest of her teeth. "You
have already done me. Are you ready for another
round?" She licked her lips, knowing that the poor
man might die just thinking about going at it again.
"For you I can always be ready..." Claudius
commented as he rose from his seat and turned his
attention towards her. His hands began to move over
her body, ripping that uniform she had so carefully
reapplied from her fur-covered body. All of the
arguing and debate had only served to fill him with
a passion he had not felt since his youth. "I can go
twelve rounds..." he commented as his hands quickly
moved to discard the clothing he had just
agonizingly struggled to reapply.
She was afraid for the man's health. Hand came
up, stopping his from continuing. "Claudius, you
will die of a heart attack. Besides, this place is
not very comfortable. I would prefer my death not
accompany a backache from this table."
Claudius took a step backwards as he was stopped
from getting undressed and he began to formulate a
plan. "Perhaps... Perhaps... I could somehow get you
to my bedroom..." he speculated aloud as he
considered the risk involved, but the reward seemed
so much greater that he was no longer thinking
"You said your wife is inattentive. Could she be
that uncaring as to not notice another in her
husband's bed?" The more she learned of the Hapan,
the less she liked her. "Why did you chose someone
like her, Claudius? It seems as though she does not
even love you."
"It was an arranged marriage..." Claudius finally
confessed, as he turned his back to her, not wanting
to see her reaction when he finally informed her. He
tensed, preparing for the worst possible reaction.
That actually made her feel better. She sighed in
relief before speaking. Her voice was more loving
than it had been, even during their sexual
encounter. "Well, at least that explains why she
does not take care of you as you deserve."
"Would you?" Claudius asked, not believing the
words as they were escaping his lips. He looked at
her, his body trembling and his lip starting to
quiver. Was he really considering this?
"Take care of you? Where we married, of course.
Need you ask?" Since they'd never discussed why she
left, she had never realized that he might have
thought it was because she didn't love him.
"I am in an unthinkable situation," Claudius
admitted to her as he turned to face her, his lips
connecting with the Bothan's in a fiery kiss. He
could not stand it anymore. He still loved her.
She returned the kiss, wanting so much for
more...again. But she knew they were just prolonging
the inevitable. The soft white fur around her
fingers trailed along Rodney's face as she looked
over each wrinkle, each frown line, each sign that
they hadn't been together in over 20 years. "What do
we do, Claudius?"
Claudius thought for a long while, doing his best
to think up a solution that would keep her safe, but
not repeat a past mistake. "I cannot let you go,
Ve'rail..." he admitted to her quietly, looking at
the floor rather than at her. He could not bare to
look her in the eye as he spoke those words.
She frowned and nodded. She was his enemy; a spy
for the Alliance. He had to have her killed. Where
things switched she doubted that she could prevent
his demise. "I...understand, Claudius. At least my
last day was spent with my one love."
"No!" Claudius said as he lifted his face to lock
eyes with her once again, shaking his head in
frantic dismay. "This is not your last day," he told
her as he moved his face towards her, kissing softly
at the soft white fur that covered her cheek. "I
will keep you here. Keep you safe. Keep you with
me," he stated quickly, nuzzling his nose against
her as he considered what he was doing. "I won't
lose you again..." he said as his voice cracked, his
possessive nature getting the better of him.
"I will never accept your Empire. You can live
with that?" The Bothan in her saw this as
opportunity. But she loved this man. He was the only
being she had ever loved; ever given herself to. And
to be with him for the rest of their lives was a
dream come true.
"Just accept me," Claudius pleaded softly, a
small tear forming in the corner of his left eye.
His body trembled as it clung to her, shaking softly
against her as they stood in the cold, empty room.
"Let me take you from this place..." he encouraged,
his eyes roaming over the darkness of it. So
"How could I refuse you?" She took a step closer
and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her
head rest on his shoulder. "I love you, Claudius. I
have always loved you."
Claudius pulled away, but only to take the time
to straighten his uniform in an attempt to make
himself presentable. He looked over her as well, his
hands awkwardly moving over her in an attempt to
cover up the signs of their lust. He laughed softly
as he fumbled with the task, his hands only brushing
against her uncomfortably and causing to make her
look more frumpled.
She laughed at his attempted and shook her head.
"Not one of them will notice even if I were to walk
out of her unclothed." She fixed his collar and
patted down his shoulder. With a swipe of her
paw-like hand she set a stray piece of his hair into
place. "There now, that is the evil Admiral Rodney
of which I have heard such horrid tales."
Claudius walked towards the door and entered the
security code that would open it. Stepping into the
hallway, he turned towards Major Kiley, but first
took a moment to look up and down the corridor.
"Major. Clear off the area between here and the
turbolift," he ordered quietly as his hand motioned
for Ve'rail to move closer to him
Major Kiley flashed a quick glance into the
darkened room, not sure what was going on. She kept
quiet, lowered her head and moved down the corridor
towards the turbolift. Each time an Imperial officer
approached she moved like a hawk-bat, pushing them
aside and sealing off the passage to allow only the
Admiral and his 'companion' access.
Ve'rail moved closer to Rodney, keeping her head
up and looking dignified. It seemed the near-human
woman did whatever Claudius told her. This made the
Bothan feel a bit more at ease. Already she wondered
what her life would be like now. And what would
happen should Mrs. Rodney appear in her life.
As they made their way down the corridor,
Claudius gave the Major a finally nod before
punching in his special access code to the turbolift.
Escorting her inside, he stepped into the lift and
swallowed nervously. He was now in violation of
Imperial law, but he could not help himself. He
started to sweat and could feel his heart pounding,
but it seemed worth it.
She could hear his heartbeat quicken and it
troubled her. His sweating only added to her
concern. "Perhaps we should stop acting like
youngsters and rethink this? Your family will suffer
should we be discovered."
"I have made my decision," Claudius said
confidently as the turbolift came to a stop at the
level of his personal quarters. It was an expansive
level with multiple bedrooms, a large living room,
and a full kitchen. The suite was empty, however,
with his family having relocated to the nearby
planet Esseles. It was cold and uninviting now, the
laughter of children gone, replaced only with now
empty pieces of furniture that were in need of
cleaning. Once inside he sighed, letting his body
sink downwards as he began to give her a tour.
She moved into the room, noting the lack of
cleanliness. It seemed cold and unloving. Well,
hopefully she could fix some of that. "So...this is
my new home?" She turned, looking at Claudius, her
head tilting slightly to the left as she smiled
slightly. Home. That was a word she hadn't used in
"Yes. Yes it is," Claudius said as he moved
towards the bed, taking a well-needed seat on the
edge of the mattress. A loud squeak was heard as he
settled in, forcing all of his weight down at once.
"I will make funds available for its improvement..."
he explained to her with a polite nod. If it had to
be a cage, at least let it be a gilded one, he
"Well, a good cleaning would do wonders..." She
smirked, letting just a hint of her teeth showing.
Moving around the room, she began to explore her new
home, sighing contently. "Do I hide when someone
comes? Is there a special place to remain hidden?"
"No one has access to the bedroom," Claudius said
with a soft laugh as he looked up at her with a deep
sense of longing. "As long as you remain in here ...
you will be safe," he said as he slid the boots from
his tired, aching feet. It had been a long, eventful
day filled with unexpected physical activity.
"The bedroom. Well, it is a better view than the
cell...ugh...with the exception of that smell." She
waved her hand before her snout. "You need to bathe
those feet, Claudius." With that said, she moved
toward the bathroom in order to prepare a bath for
Claudius removed the rest of his uniform and
carelessly discarded it one of the chairs giving her
time to prepare the bath. He found himself moving
towards the refresher after a while, taking just a
moment to remove the T-shirt from his chest, and
step out of his boxer briefs. He shuddered softly as
he stood naked in the small room. Life aboard a
starship was very cold.
There would need to be a supply list made so that
this could be more romantic in the future. Candles,
perhaps some bubbles or bath oil; human skin got
rather dry. She stood at the edge of the bed with a
wash cloth at the read. "Get in. You need to relax."
Claudius slipped a foot into the bath and groaned
loudly as the water was a bit too warm. He breathed
in deep before stepping back in, allowing his old,
tired flesh to slip in beneath the water. "Ugh..."
he groaned softly, leaning his head back as he
settled into the tub. Smiling up at her, he tried
and relax, but her presence excited him in a way
others did not.
Once he was settled in, she wet the cloth with
the bathwater. Soap was applied to the cloth and
then rubbed into his shoulders and neck in a
massaging way, since he was in need of both a good
washing and a relaxing massage.
Claudius' head fell forward as she massaged his
flesh, causing a long, slow moan of pleasure to
escape his tired lips. The stress of his work in
command of the Oversector was beginning to wash
away. He needed this.
"Well, not only are you filthy but overly tense.
Something has to give, Claudius." She continued
washing and massaging, lifting one arm to clean it
and the accompanying armpit and side of his torso.
"This is killing you."