*sneaks into Jeseth's room..

[Fire Hazzard]

..and peeks inside* Hi, sweetie. I'm here. *looks around*

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth smiled and took her hand, pulling her into the room and carefully shuting the door.

"I've been missing you."

He kissed her cheek softly and offered her a seat on the bed.

[Fire Hazzard]

Me too. *sits down on the bed and pulls him down next to her, and just smiles*

[Jeseth Cloak]

He smiled back and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips softly.

[Lady DeVille]

*De'Ville was entering the Palace, when she sensed a presence that was much less than welcome. Running to the stairs and using Force speed, she practically flies up to the floor where the Jedi presence was.

Not knowing what to expect, and expecting the worst, she stops in front of Jeseth's door. Listening, she can hear nothing. There were two separate senses in there, but one was definetly a light side user.

De'Ville drew her saber and used the Force to short circuit the door, causing it to slide open. She jumps in the room, ready to do battle*

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth's ears clicked away inside, listening to the door. His hand went out instinctively and called his saber from atop his desk.

He let Fire go carefully (yet swiftly) and stood up, his saber blazing to life as the door slid open. Disorder almost conected with lady De'Ville's neck as she dashed inside. He deactivated it as soon as it became clear to him whom had made their way inside so abruptly and unanounced, allowing her to finnish her entrance in one piece. He took a deep breath at the thought of what might have happened had he hesitated to deactivate his saber and shuddered. He was already most likely in a good deal of trouble...

[Lady DeVille]

What the frell is going on in here?! *She kept her saber on, leveling it at the crouching Jedi. Jeseth stood between her and the girl, saber deactivated and by his side.* What is the meaning of this, apprentice?

A Jedi, with in TSO's walls? Unacceptable! *She thumbed on her commlink, contacting Tholuem.* Get over here, I think you should talk to your apprentice before he gets himself killed... *Ending the 'link, De'Ville rounds on Jeseth again.*

An explaination is in order, apprentice. And it had better be good.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"I wanted to speak with her privately, so I invited her here. There aren't any other Jedi within these walls that I'm aware of, and so I thought it would be the best place for it. If we must cut our meeting short... then I only request you allow her to go unharmed. I'll take whatever blame is to be placed."

He clipped his saber to his belt, still standing his ground.

[Lady DeVille]

*She snarled, face creased with contained anger* The Jedi will be escorted to the detention center. *De'Ville reached out with the Force and slammed her against the wall, calling for a guard and ysalmiri escort on her commlink. The Jedi struggled to her feet, ready to fight back, and De'Ville turned to Jeseth.* Help me contain her, or you'll wish you had.

[Live Wire]

*LW senses the comotion and comes in running*

What the.........

OMG! A jedi here?

What's going on? I want an explination NOW!

[Fire Hazzard]

I'll just go. *turns to the door, gives the Sith a dirty look, and leaves the room, heading for the exit of the building, her cloak gently swishing behind her*

[Lord Psychic]

*Psy stands in the hallway near the room as Fire leaves. He has his eyes closed and is rubbing his forehead, as if he had a headache.*

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Watches her go on the surveillance holo monitors**

[Lady DeVille]

Here we see the great power of the Jedi. I throw her against the wall, and she gave me a dirty look. *She runs out the door after her, calling the troopers with the yslamiri to meet her at the entrance to the Palace.* You're not getting off that easily, Fire-girl.

*Using Force Speed she caught up to her easily, and again threw her with the Force, only this time it was down a flight of stairs.*

[Live Wire]

*LW chases after LD*


Its always something around here


*LW pulls out her blaster and points it at fire*

if you know whats good for you you'll stop running.

[Jeseth Cloak]

;; Jeseth looks at Live Wire as he arrives behind her. His eyes turn to Fire and then back at the Sith Lordess holding the blaster. He begins to breath hard and his pupils dialet; the light was gone, and there was no shimmer in his eyes.

Live Wire turns to his direction as the gun is ripped from her hand violently by a force--It was Jeseth. She sees him holding it and stares for a moment in shock. His hand had just come away from the intensity settings. She was being betrayed, and now she would die. His finger squeezed down on the trigger.

Blue circles made their way through the air like ripples in a pond. She watched as Fire dropped to the floor, stunned. Jeseth dropped the blaster and walked away, everyone at the seen left dumstruck and awed at what had transpired. ;;

[Lady DeVille]

*She motions to the troopers that were scurrying up the stairs, masking her surprise at Jeseth's actions. The troopers were carrying a small yslamiri, and the empty Force bubble that surrounded them gave her the chills.

The troopers knocked Fire on the head, knocking her out cold. The stun weapon had disabled her momentarily, but without the Force she was unable to overpower the troopers. They dragged her unconscious body down the rest of the stairs, heading for the detention level far below.

De'Ville turns to Jeseth, rubbing her forehead as the Force returned to her. She spoke a little absently, masking anger behind her nonchalant tone* And what are you doing, Jeseth?

[Jeseth Cloak]

"Going back to my room to await my masters arrival."

He walked back inside and shut the door.

[Fire Hazzard]

*about an hour later, Fire had regained her consiousness and picked herself off of the hard floor. Looking around, she sighed. All this for JESETH. That -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-. Wait till I get out of here.. She hadn't meant any harm, but the Sith had taken her presence in the wrong way. Sighing again, she got up and lay back on the hard stone cot-like..thing..that was to be a bed*

[Lord Dagger]

:: Dagger decends to where where Fire Hazzard was being held and watches her from the shadows for a moment then he imurges and smiled at her ::
"Good evening my dear, did you sleep well?"