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Private Ice and it's complexities

He threw his hands up and gave a what did I do look around the cockpit "Listen, clearly I'm at least a little bit irresistible if I can pull a chiss woman, and keep this incredible sense of humor"

"One time I was telling this pantoran girl a joke, she was drinking blue milk, and when I finished she shout it out of her nose, so at least you didn't do that" He chuckled a little recalling that night, or least what he could a remember before the Correllian booze had him waking up on a rooftop missing his boots.

It didn't even occur to him to ask about the state of things right now, ehh he'd worry about that later "Hey maybe you can let me sit in on saber training! It's not every day you get someone trained in tradition Vaapad and Djem So to hang out around the temple without going all, UGGG IM SO EDGY." He gave a deep guttural laugh. He thought it would be a great Idea, who knows if Valery Noble Valery Noble thought it would actually turn out that way.

"It's good to be back Valery"

His gaze shifted out to the streaks of stars and light, they were almost home.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery tilted her head as he launched into his Pantoran blue milk disaster story, one brow arched with amused disbelief. The image was so ridiculous she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing again — and failed. It came out in another quiet burst, one hand covering her mouth as she shook her head.

"You're impossible," she said, a grin curving her lips. "But I'll admit it..." Her gaze flicked toward him, a little slower this time. Warmer. "...you do have your charm. Somewhat hard to resist, even when you're talking about mops and milk-nosed Pantorans." She let the air between them hang just long enough before she added, voice low and teasing, "And if you're that eager to swing a saber again…" Her fingers danced lightly over the control panel before turning his way again, the faintest arch to her brow.

"I could offer private lessons," she said. "No interruptions, no wide-eyed initiates. Just you, me, and a chance to see if that 'rugged badass with a leather jacket' still remembers how to handle a blade." There was a challenge in her tone — playful but edged, like the promise of a sparring match that might blur more than one line.

Then came the soft chime of the navicomputer — the unmistakable countdown to reversion. A burst of stars collapsed into the glow of the Coruscant skyline. Towering spires. Glimmering traffic lanes. The familiar hum of the Alliance's heart. Valery didn't miss a beat. She reached over to the console and keyed in a short string of numbers — coordinates highlighted in soft blue against the display.

Her apartment.

"Let's head there first," she said, casually. "You can get settled in."

She smirked and leaned back, hands behind her head.

"Welcome home, Kain."





 
It had been years since he'd been on Coruscant, he blinked and in an instant they we're descending through the clouds, he was focused, but as much as he was glaring at the city, the only thing in his head was her laugh.

He always loved making people laugh, for Kain it was a window into their soul, there was nothing more pure than that, and some people had intoxicating laughs. Those were the best. The ones that made you laugh along with them just for the rush of endorphins.

His arms were crossed as he watched Valery Noble Valery Noble tease him, maybe it was the way her fingers danced about the console, maybe it was the face she was making when the stars had came back into view, he saw her teasing him, but he heard a challenge, and he loved those.


"You just want to beat me with a practice saber don't you?" he wanted to say more to her, but she had a point, he was impossible. So impossible in fact that he was gonna commit to the bit "Don't get me wrong I can hold my own, but against the grandmaster of the order? I'm starting to think the only reason you want to do it privately is so you can abuse me!" He broke out into that stupid grin he had standing and stretching.

"First. Baby." He gazed at her as he said it slow and deliberate. Drawing out the syllables of the words. Then he pointed to the rear of her ship "I mean we should set her down, my baby." He looked out at the apartment, still wearing that crooked grin. Though he could play the game, Kain honestly had trouble keeping his composure, emotions had been running high since before he'd gotten on ice. Now he was just looking for an outlet. In any shape, regardless of lines.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery caught the way he said it — "First. Baby." — and for a heartbeat, her brows lifted and her lips parted like she wasn't quite sure she'd heard him right.

Her head tilted slowly—

Then came the clarification. My baby. The ship.

A beat passed.

Then she laughed — a smooth, warm sound low in her throat as she leaned back into her chair, one hand brushing through her hair like she needed a second to recover. "Maker, Kain… for a second I thought you were getting bold." Her grin widened just a little, amber eyes glinting. "Not that I'd be surprised."

She rose to her feet in one fluid motion as the ship gently descended toward the landing pad. The subtle hum of repulsors softened, the apartment spire looming just beyond the transparisteel viewport. Her old home. And now… his temporary one, too. Valery turned toward the hatch, glancing back at him with a smirk that could cut through phrik.

"And for the record?" she said, pausing just long enough to let the next words land, "Yeah. It would be fun to beat you up in a spar." She winked. "Don't worry, I'll go easy. Mostly." Then she walked ahead, down the ramp as the ship settled with a hiss and click of landing gear. And if her hips swayed a little more than usual, well — that wasn't entirely unintentional.

"Coming, rugged badass?" she called over her shoulder, voice light, teasing. "Or do I need to carry you like the wounded pup you'll be after our first lesson?"

This game? Oh, she was playing it.






 
"I am BOLD okay, my hubris knows no bounds."

He followed Valery Noble Valery Noble out of the ship, there was even a distinction between the skyline, inside of the ship was nothing like standing here again, it was surreal, but she was right. He was home and there was comfort in that.

"You did see the inside of my ship right? two dead Sith, me a better warrior in everyway, so, grandmaster or not, if you think you have even a chance in the outer rim that you would beat me." He rolled his shoulders standing proudly at the top of the ramp. "Then well you'd probably be right, but I'll be kriffed if I don't give you a run for it."

Looking at her, or well a part of her he scoffed and shook his head "Ya know, I might be lost in this galaxy but having you lead me back into it is a nice feeling." Then in typical Kain fashion he ruined the moment "Though letting you lead the way does have it's benefits, Jedi Awareness ya know?"

As they walked together towards the apartment he brushed her shoulder a bit, truthfully, he was entirely mediocre at saber combat by itself. His force aptitude was the only reason he'd won the fight, so in an honest to goodness saber duel, he'd have to actually put some effort in, though at this rate he might as well let her win to hear her laugh again.

As they reached the door a puzzled look came across his face, he could jury rig his ship on a follow pattern but for some reason.
"It seems like my time on ice made me forget how to use a door, so I'll need you to get that..."
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stopped just short of the door, brows raised, one hand casually planting itself on her hip as she turned just enough to glance over her shoulder — catching the way he'd been staring, and clearly not at the skyline.

A smirk curved her lips.

"Yeah?" she said, voice rich with mischief. "Enjoy the view?" She arched a brow, slowly and deliberately. "I mean, with your Jedi Awareness and all, you're basically doing recon, right?" She didn't wait for an answer — the smug satisfaction on her face said she didn't need one.

She turned back and keyed in the entry code. With a soft hiss and click, the door slid open, revealing the apartment inside.

It was quiet and clean. Modestly furnished — couch, low table, a small kitchenette. The kind of place that was more practical than personal. Most of Valery's things had been moved out long ago, but it had everything one needed to sleep, sit, and breathe without the chaos of the galaxy pressing in.

She stepped in first, letting the lights flicker on with her presence, then angled her head back toward him.

"As for that sparring match," she said casually, "I'd wipe the floor with you." Her boots clicked softly against the floor as she walked a little further in and dropped her coat on the arm of the couch.

"But hey," she added, spinning around to face him with a mock-thoughtful expression, "If you're lucky, I'll let you land one or two. For morale." Then, another smirk. She was doing anything to poke fun at him right now.

"Make yourself at home, Kain. Just don't bleed on the furniture — I'm still technically responsible for it."





 
"I'm assessing strategic weaknesses, tactical... vulnerability in the sector." Suddenly he imagined what his master would say as he looked up from where his gaze has been centered, entering the room and laughing under his breath. He took his jacket off, folding it and laying it over the back of the couch. For someone so sporadic, it was clear he had at least some semblance of micro-tidiness.

It was about then when the exhaustion hit him like a freight train. Stumbling a bit before he rounded the couch and sat down slowly, he stretched his back and gave a low groan. Only being brought back to his companion when he realized she mentioned the sparring match again.


"If you keep wracking up these insults I might need something for posterity if I legitimately get a hit off, like in writing that I landed a hit, something I can frame, maybe hang in my workshop."

As for making himself at home, he kind of already was. One of Kain's stronger suits was that he could fall asleep practically anywhere, once he'd sat on the couch he placed his arms on the back of the furniture and let his head fall back, he wasn't asleep yet but he'd be there sooner than he would like to admit.


"I'll order some parts for my ship tomorrow. I won't rush to get out of here, but I definitely need a way to decompress by myself. I should be able to get the sublight before the Bantha bellows- then we can- beat you with a saber-" He finally shut up, chest rising and falling in a timed rhythm, mouth open ever so slightly. Stasis was weird, it wasn't sleep, it was stop. For him, he'd just gone ten rounds in a ring with two Sith and came out cracking jokes. His hand had unconsciously reached over to Valery Noble Valery Noble getting as close as he could, grasping and falling back to the fabric of the couch. He wanted something tangible, and since coming to on his ship, she had been that tangible object.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery didn't say anything at first — just stood there, arms crossed, watching him fumble for some excuse about tactical vulnerability. Her brow arched higher by the second.

"Mm," she hummed, stepping past the couch as he sank into it. "You really wanna call that vulnerability?" She stopped behind him, leaned forward slightly, and whispered with exaggerated seriousness, "Because where you're looking?" A smirk tugged at her lips. "That's not a weakness, Kain. That's a strength."

She rolled her eyes, playful but not without warmth, and moved into the kitchenette. The sounds of her opening a cabinet and grabbing a glass filled the space as he kept talking — something about needing written proof of landing a hit in a sparring match.

"Oh, come on," she called back, amusement clear in her tone. "I tease you a little and suddenly I'm a war criminal?" She poured herself some water and walked back over, glass in hand. "Fine. You land a hit, I'll write you a certificate. In glitter ink. With a gold star." But by the time she rounded the couch again, he was already halfway gone. His head tilted back, arms stretched, breathing slowing like he was surrendering to sleep against his will. She stopped beside him, glass still in hand, and just watched him for a moment.

The edge had gone out of him completely.

The bravado had faded beneath the weight of everything he'd pushed through. And there, in that quiet moment between heartbeats and snark, Valery saw something else. His hand moved, half-reaching, and ended up catching the edge of the couch near where she stood. Not her. Not quite. But close. Like instinct.

She didn't pull away. Instead, she slowly lowered herself into the seat beside him, careful not to jostle him too much, her presence steady and warm like a second heartbeat settling into the room.

"Sleep, rugged badass. We'll spar when you're not snoring."

The lights dimmed slowly, and for once — just once — everything was still.







 
Cotton mouth. his eyes shot open as he smacked his lips trying to wet them. To his side the Corruscati sky line was being kissed by the sun rising over the horizon. A beam of light pierced the window and was landing directly on his forehead Water was the only thought that crossed his mind.

His flight suit was half banished, almost as if he'd tried to crawl out of it to cool off in the middle of the night. Standing, he'd nearly trip over his boots, which he'd also kicked off. Making his way to the the the refrigeration unit, digging around, the place had some stock, mostly canned goods that would last or sealed mystery liquids. Then he saw it, a canister of clear liquid that he hoped was water and not vodka or some other mystery fluid.

Picking it up he cracked the top, gave it the sniff test, and sent the entirety of it's contents down his throat. At least that was it's intended location, a good amount was streaming down the sides of his mouth and being soaked up into the black tank top he wore under his flight suit, as he gripped the bottle with both both hands like he'd been in the Tatooine sun for too long. Finishing the water as he tested the moisture level in his mouth. Better.


"Force... how did I even end up in this situation?" in retrospective it was a miracle Valery Noble Valery Noble even found him, and while he was glad to see his old friend, what was clear is that she definitely wasn't the person he remembered in his head. Most of the core aspects were there but it was clear she'd been through a lot. He closed the Unit's door turning to fill the canister back up.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

The door to the bedroom slid open with a soft hiss, and a moment later, Valery padded into the kitchen area — barefoot, tousled, and entirely at ease in her own space.

She was wearing a plain white shirt, loose and just long enough to flirt with modesty, paired with soft black shorts that sat low on her hips. Her hair was dragged up into a lazy, half-committed ponytail, strands falling out to frame her face in artful disarray. It was bed hair — honest, unbothered, and every bit as dangerous as her saber when paired with the smirk tugging at her lips.

She leaned against the doorway for a beat, watching him clutch the canister like a survivor of a desert crossing. Her voice came slow, still dusted with sleep.

"You're up early." A small grin formed as her eyes flicked to the water streaking down his neck, soaking into the tank top. "Thirsty?"

Her gaze lingered a moment longer — amused, maybe slightly entertained by the sight — then she pushed off the frame and moved toward the kitchenette with the casual grace of someone who didn't need armor to command attention.

"Did you at least sleep well?" she asked, reaching past him to open a cabinet and pull down her own cup. She poured herself some juice, then leaned back against the counter beside him, lifting her mug halfway to her lips.

"I didn't hear any snoring, so either you were out cold… or I was." A beat. "You didn't drool on the couch, did you?" she teased, glancing at him over the rim of her cup with a playful glint in her still-waking eyes. "I like to keep it at least mostly clean in here."






 
He wiped the water from the sides of his mouth and then his neck. Looking over to Val as she leaned against the frame. He understood that her lips were moving but barely registered the words "Yup, thirsty..." He was a blaster brain typically half way out the airlock as it was. Right about now he looked like he'd been caught snooping through her dresser, he'd been filling the canister to put back in the refrigeration unit, and it was still filling, up, up, and over the top as the water poured over his hand and into the basin under it.

"First off, I'm insulted that you would think I drool in my sleep, do I sleep a little warm? Yeah sure, pillow-cuddler yes, blanket-stealer possibly. But drooler, well I might start drooling now but that has nothing to do with my sleep habits." His voice was course, it always was when he woke up, like gavel on a dirt road, and he was clearly still a little grogy.

His top had stuck to him from either water run-off or sweat. Mostly a combination of the two. Yet despite his slender frame when wearing a full flight suit and jacket, he was surprisingly muscular, almost alarmingly. A full set of abs, the veins in his arms popped out when he moved in a certain way, some even just being stuck like that. His slight damp tank top looked more like a corset than an undershirt.


"Yeah, good body- sleep, I slept well." Shaking his head attempting to regain coherence as he deliberately separated his gaze from her, just to bait her a bit more before swinging on his heels to dry the canister and put it away.

He then looked up to Valery Noble Valery Noble with juice in hand, wondering what else she'd put him through today.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery sipped her juice, watching him through the rim of her cup — and didn't bother to hide the way her gaze lingered. The tank top clinging to his torso left little to the imagination. Damp, snug, and outlining every contour. She'd seen him in armor, in flight gear, in the middle of chaos… but thiswas different. Casual. Unshielded.

Yeah, that deserved more than a passing glance.

She looked a second too long. Only when he moved — deliberately avoiding her gaze like he knew — did she smirk into her cup and set it back on the counter.

Then she stretched.

Arms lifted high overhead, body elongating with a quiet groan of a yawn. The motion tugged her loose shirt upward, just enough to reveal the sculpted tone of her abdomen, the subtle flex of muscle under smooth skin. Her shirt shifted with her, sliding over curves to reveal more than she should.

"Good body-sleep, huh?" she teased, eyes still half-lidded with sleep but bright with amusement. "Is that a technical term, or did the blanket-thief part scramble your vocabulary?"

Her grin widened as she turned away, hips rolling slightly with the shift, and stepped back to the counter. She topped off her glass, and didn't miss the way her backside now faced him, shorts riding just a little lower on her hips. She didn't look back right away. Let him look.

Then, as she capped the juice and set it aside, she glanced over her shoulder at him.


"Well," she said, tone breezy but laced with challenge, "Guess we'll see if the sleep holds up after training. Hope you've still got energy left."






 
Over a decade was too long to be without physical contact. Kain was still warm, no thanks in part to Val teasing him like a kid at his first college party. It also didn't help that there had been this unspoken tension in the air, it wasn't new either. He thought about standing there, just staring while she let him, which he was already doing, but that little womp rat that flew around in his head at hyperspace travel had full control of his impulses. first the midriff, to which he tried to form a sentence but failed miserably just pointing, head tilted, and mouth working without words.

That last functioning wire in his brain had shorted, he was prepared to pay the price for looking, unashamed, after all what is art without someone to stare.


"Sorry, was never good at the avoiding distractions part of being a Jedi, especially when-" Kain saw her turn and swing her hips while doing it. Yup she was going to beat the breaks off of him, but it was worth it if he had this show to look forward at once they got done. She worked for that and now she was probably going to work him like a padawan with a blindfold.

Kain caught her looking back at him in his own peripheral vision, he just kept staring like an idiot. However, since defense had failed, much like in how he fought saber combat, a surprising offense was always his follow up.

He cracked that stupid devious smirk of his, rocking his hips to stand up straight from the leaning position he'd been in and walked over to her.

Kain pressed his body into her back, like he was going to hug her, instead he just leaned and whispered
"Oh I have the energy, But do you have the willpower to resist all of this" pulling his body away as he gestured to himself, shamelessly and unapologetic for what he'd just done Either he'd get slapped in a few second or Valery Noble Valery Noble would take it out on him with a training saber, who knows.
 

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