『Bedroom Shenanigans』

Vaylin had her hands outstretched in front of her, using the force to hold Ento directly above the bed. Her gaze was dull, a bit blank, as if she was annoyed by what she was doing. "What kind of training is this...?"

"Focus..." Ento yawned, his eyes were closed as he folded his hands over his chest.

Clicking her teeth together, she released her hold on the force, plopping him onto the bed. The pillows and mattress moved upon impact, the comforter becoming greatly disturbed.

"Ooof... What was that for...?" Ento just remained laying there, not bothering to lift his head or even look at her with a smile across his lips. He had just been messing with her for the past thirty minutes he had her keep him hovering there.

Vaylin used the force to jump up onto the bed, but it was as if she was just a feather when she landed feet first. Her feet hadn't even sunk into the mattress as she walked towards him. "I know weight is an illusion when it comes to the force, but this is just annoying..." She narrowed her eyes on his face, she had already lost him... Ento was asleep.

"Seriously?" She flopped down beside him, causing the mattress itself to hardly bounce.

Resting on her side, she cropped her head up on her hand, as her elbow rested on the pillow nearest to her. "Are you actually asleep?" Waving a hand over his face, she raised a brow.

"Yup, you're actually asleep," she huffed through her nose as if to laugh at this. Scooting a bit closer, she brought her face exceedingly close to his. Shallowly, her breaths brushed against his cheek, there was no reaction.

Curling her lips inward slightly, she reached over and pushed her finger into the cheek on the opposite side of his face. His mouth opened slightly and he rolled over in her direction.

Stunned, she didn't move in time and soon enough he was facing her, his right arm draped over her side.

"Oh farkle..." She tried to scoot away, only for his arm to grasp around her and reel her right back in, holding her close similar to that of a stuffed animal. Vaylin's face lit up brightly, finding herself putting her hands between them, pressing against his shoulders.

He let out an unconscious groan, leaning forward until he pressed his face into the top of head.

His breathing tickled her scalp, causing Vaylin to giggle slightly. Her eyes traveled up and down his torso before she nuzzled her face into his chest.

Ento's eyes opened partially, a subtly smile forming over his lips as he felt her warmth against him. Being this close felt nice. His eyes slowly closed again and he drifted back to sleep within mere seconds of being awake.

Vaylin laid there with the boy wrapped around her, she enjoyed every second of it. Though it wasn't too long until she felt trapped. Over an hour had passed and she could hardly move from his arms. "How strong is he anyway...?" She couldn't budge as she wiggled and squirmed. "He's like a phrik statue," the girl whined, intertwining her legs with his in an attempt to wake him.

Nothing, it didn't work.

Wiggling and squirming, she continued to try and get out of his grasp. However, as he suddenly rolled over onto his back, she found herself directly on top of him. Spreading her legs to straddle him, she sat up, inadvertently taking him up with her.

It was as if he a death grip around her or something.

Vaylin stared at his sleeping face as his head remained lulled to the side, "You're like a giant ragdoll... Weirdo," She reached up and pinched his cheek, pulling on it.

Vaylin was down on her luck as Ento still didn't wake up, so she dropped her hand and scowled. "Stop messing with me," Vaylin uttered as she blew on his face, but still nothing happened.

"The heck?!" She exclaimed as he increased the strength of his hold on her, wrapping both arms around her, and subconsciously buried his face into her neck.

"Warm..."

Blinking a few times as he murmured this word, her eyes drifted over to look at the side of his face. She could feel little drip drops of warm liquid on her shoulder, it smelled salty and after a few moments sticky as well.

Vaylin quickly found that they were tears as she pressed her hands against his chest, just enough to have a good look at his face. "Oi... Why are you crying in your sleep?"

Woosh, the door opened.

Dooku stepped inside, pausing at the sight of the young girl straddling over the young man's lap. His brow slowly raised as he narrowed his eyes on the sleeping boy's face.

Vaylin looked at him pleadingly, "I can't get him off."

Dooku placed a hand on his hip and leaned against the frame of the door. The Jedi Master wasn't about to do anything about it, "Have you tried disturbing him?"

"Yes, duh, I've tried blowing in his face, pinching his face and pushing at him." Vaylin spoke with a rather sassy tone of voice as she then let out a sigh. "Wake him up, would you?"

Looking him over, the older man just shook his head, "When it's time the plan you three dealt to be done with, that's when I'll wake him up. He might not be able to go back to sleep if he wakes up now."

Vaylin clenched her jaw slightly before face planting into Ento's shoulder blade. "This is so embarrassing..." She uttered, feeling his breathing on her neck.

Dooku just shook his head and chuckled, pushing himself off the frame of the door, he turned and walked out of the bedroom. He was hoping the boy was awake so he could ask some more questions about Plagueis, but he figured he'd find them out himself anyways.

+ + +

Plagueis was seated in the crew Quarters of the Phantom, his eyes staring at the bulkhead across from him. For the first time, he had felt death at the hands of another, yet he still feared it entirely. His pathological fear had not even been cured, if anything, it had become worse. It had been like he was lost in a twisting and churning maelstrom of the force, it felt like hell.

The door opened and the former Muun jumped, only to see Dooku standing there.

"Oh... Master Jedi."

"Plagueis," Dooku looked over the Sith Lord, whether or not he could still be considered one was up for debate. He wanted to continue his studies of the force, and everything that he had already been doing.

Yet his plot to destroy the Jedi and take over the Republic had already been uncovered. Though it hadn't been reported to the High Council, the boy had ensnared the elder force user's affection.

"Just prior to your resurrection, around the time my Apprentice Ento was remodeling your corpse, something appeared... A Bith of red hue, an immortalized spirit persay." Dooku like he had leaned against the doorframe in Ento's room, did so in the crew quarters as well.

Plagueis raised a brow at this, "So my Master still persisted inside of me all this time... Heh, ah..." Bringing a hand up to the tendril beard of his, he shook his head. "Both me and my former Master looked toward the idea of Immortality. Our... Studies were incomplete, so he must have transferred his essence into my midichlorians and began changing them."

Dooku acknowledged what he was hearing, this power to transfer essence, it intrigued him. The idea of also becoming immortal, similar to the Jedi Master Fay, also appealed to him. He could only now assume that Ento had just possessed the same ability after initially stripping Plagueis of his knowledge.

"I can sense your curiosity, Master Jedi," the former Muun took in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. His eyes moving to his hands as he let his mind wonder a bit. "Your better off learning my techniques from the boy who stole everything from, and the returned it all in bulk."

After Ento had duplicated Plagueis memories and knowledge back into his mind, he was able to access it remotely. It was as if everything was in a photo album in his head.

In a way it disturbed the Dark Lord, but at the same time, it consumed all of his interest. It was almost as if Ento had given him a gift, one he was somewhat grateful for, but one he would never forget. His violet eyes trailed over towards the desk.

"The Sith are plagued by vengeance, as the Jedi and the Republic had wiped out its people. We would have nearly gotten our revenge at the end of this very decade... But it has been revealed."

Dooku listened to the former Muun's words and nodded along the way. "You have been made into the image of a Sith, from what I've seen in the archives, your DNA likely altered."

The idea of being made into a true Sith made his multiple hearts pump all that faster, even though he already saw himself as the Sith savior. "I've already looked into my new condition, using my power of the force. He has indeed changed my DNA, but it isn't that of ancient Sith. I'm just made to look like one, while being a completely different species... A painted being."

Getting this out of Plagueis made Dooku even more curious of the boy's powers. "Which means you can recreate the Sith people, without fighting the Jedi."

Plagueis arched a brow at these words, recreate the Sith people?

"The Galaxy is going to change within the next few years," Dooku foretold, "The boy will be in the center of it, as will we, orchestrating a New Order greater and fairer than the old corrupted Republic that allow cannibalistic roaches to sit as representatives and senators." The old man paused for a few, letting those words sink into the Sith's head, "As long as you align yourself with us that is."

Plagueis the Wise smiled faintly, Dooku was testing him, but that was due to his curiosities of the Dark Side of the force and recognizing his brilliance.

"The boy is everything I wished to have created, and more. The force embraces him, hides him, as if it were a blanket to safeguard him from the terrors of the universe." Leaning forward, Plagueis rested his arms on his knees, his eyes traveling to the ground.

"Similar, but not unlike Master Fay. I'm sure she'd grow attached to the boy if she were to meet him," Dooku rested the side of his head against the door frame, remembering the woman's youthful appearance. He remembered how his friend and former apprentice Qui Gon Jin had been immediately infatuated with her when he was much younger.

"How is Ento by the way, sleeping well I presume?" Plagueis fished.

Dooku snickered, immediately recalling the scene in the Captain's Chambers. "He's fine, I don't think Vaylin is going to get any sleep."

Raising a brow again, Plagueis had rather contentious thoughts raising to mind. "And he wears the braid of a Jedi Padawan? Pft, he's not going to last very long."

"Within a year, if not less now that he has experience, he will become Knighted. I will see to it, if not make it so." Dooku folded his arms over his chest a bit tight, thinking to himself silently.

"What will the boy do when he is Knighted?"

"I've foreseen a number of young paliable Jedi leaving the Order with him during the coming war, especially those of the AgriCorps, and a Togruta Padawan." Dooku rolled his fingers along his sleeve, his head turning slightly to look over his shoulder, no one was there.

"A war?" Even though his plans had been ruined, Plagueis wasn't expecting war to still occur.

"Waged by the Republic on Separatist Worlds, that were breaking away," Dooku was sure of this as it was unlikely the Republic that ruled by the Core Worlds would allow outerim Agricultural Worlds to break away... That would mean they'd starve.

"You don't say..."