(AN: Wooooooo as of right now I'm like 11 chapters ahead in my story, but the Gala part 1 and 2 are around 50k words combined. So considering I'll have to post each of those chapters in two multiple parts cause of the limit of how many words you can post it's more like 15 chapters ahead. I've never been so ahead on my writing 🥲. Anyway tangent over)
In her sparse quarters at the Jedi Temple, Scout sat cross-legged on the floor, the soft beeping of her terminal pulling her from a restless meditation. The room was bare—plain walls, a neatly made cot, a single chair tucked into a corner. Her face, pale and a little gaunt, but her eyes sharpened as she accessed the terminal and saw the encrypted message. The sender's ID read "Master K," an alias she instantly recognized as Jaden's. A faint smile tugged at her lips, the first in days, as she leaned closer, fingers flying over the keys.
The message was buried in a complex algorithm, layered with shifting ciphers that would've stumped most slicers. Scout's brow furrowed, but her hands moved wuickly, pulling up a secondary program she'd written herself to unravel the code. She cross-referenced patterns, isolated variables, and rerouted the encryption through a custom decryption matrix, her mind racing as multiple terminal windows opened and closed within seconds of each other. Within minutes, the message unlocked, revealing coordinates in Coruscant's undercity and a brief instruction: *Meet me here. Need you. -J.* She memorized the details, then erased the message with a few quick keystrokes, wiping the terminal's logs for good measure.
Scout stood, brushing off her tunic, and reached for her Jedi robes, pulling them on with hurried movements. Her hand went to the nightstand where her lightsaber usually rested, but it came up empty. "Damn," she muttered, remembering the counseling session with Master Luminara. Her lightsaber had been confiscated until she "processed her guilt and fear," as Luminara put it, claiming Scout's volatile emotions made her a danger to others. She'd been ordered to stay in her room, meditating deeply, ever since. Scout shook her head, a wry grin spreading across her face. "Nah, forget that. I'll deal with my feelings later."
She strode to the door and tapped the access panel, but a robotic voice chimed, "Access restricted. Please remain in your quarters." She tried again, punching in her override code, but the panel flashed red, and the voice repeated, "Access restricted."
Scout's grin faded, replaced by a scowl. "They locked me in my own room? Seriously?" She shook her head, chuckling darkly. "You think you can keep me caged? Not a chance." She scanned the room, eyes darting over the sparse furnishings. Moving to the desk, she grabbed a thin metal stylus and a broken datapad, then rummaged through a drawer for a coil of wire and a spare power cell. She knelt by the door panel, using the stylus to pry it open, exposing a tangle of circuits. She stripped the wire, connected it to the power cell, and jury-rigged a crude interface to bypass the lock's security protocol. The panel sparked, then beeped, and the door slid open. Scout whooped, tossing the makeshift tool aside. "That's more like it."
She stepped into the corridor, then froze, her mind racing. "Can't leave without my lightsaber. No way." She considered where it might be stored—likely the armory or a secure vault, but Master Luminara's meditation room felt like the best bet, given her role in Scout's confinement. She headed that way, sticking to quieter passages, her senses heightened for any sign of Temple Guards or Jedi who might know she was supposed to be in seclusion. Her heart pounded, not from fear but from the thrill of sneaking through the place she'd called home.
As she rounded a corner, she nearly collided with Ahsoka Tano, who was walking with another Padawan, Toren Vale. Ahsoka's eyes widened. "Scout? You're out of your room? I thought Master Luminara had you on lockdown after... you know, the thing with Hanna."
Scout forced a smile, shifting her weight impatiently. "Yeah, just stretching my legs. Needed some air. How's everything with you?"
Ahsoka frowned, crossing her arms. "Don't dodge. What happened with Hanna was rough. You okay? We've all been worried."
Toren nodded, his voice gentle. "You've been through a lot. If you need to talk, we're here."
Scout's smile tightened, her fingers tapping her thigh. "Appreciate it, really, but I'm fine. Just... working through it." She glanced past them, spotting a Temple Guard patrolling the far end of the hall. "Hey, why don't we grab some food in the mess hall? Been a while since we caught up." She steered them toward a side corridor, keeping Ahsoka between her and the guard's line of sight.
Ahsoka hesitated but followed, still talking. "You sure you're alright? Master Luminara said you needed time to process what happened on Jabiim and to let go."
Scout nodded, barely listening, her eyes scanning for more guards. "Yeah, I've been meditating like crazy. Really getting in touch with my inner peace." They passed another junction, and she glimpsed a guard's white armor. "Actually, let's check the archives instead, we might find some old texts to help me focus." She nudged them down a different path, her pulse quickening.
Toren glanced at her, concerned. "You seem jumpy. If something's wrong, you can tell us."
"Nothing's wrong," Scout said, a bit too quickly, forcing a laugh. "Just eager to get back to normal, you know?" They rounded another corner, and her heart sank. Master Luminara stood at the end of the hall, speaking with a knight. Scout muttered under her breath, "Oh, kriff on a stick."
She bolted, ducking into a side passage as Luminara's voice called out, "Padawan Scout! Stop!" The Jedi Master broke into a run, her robes billowing, and shouted to nearby Temple Guards, "Restrain her—gently!"
Scout sprinted, focusing and using her precognition—a faint tingle in her mind warned her of a guard's approach from the left. She veered right, sliding under a low archway as the guard's hand grazed her shoulder. Another guard appeared ahead, and she sensed his lunge before he moved, diving into a roll that carried her past him. She spotted a ventilation grate, yanked it open with a grunt, and scrambled inside, pulling the cover back just as boots thundered past. Crawling through the tight shaft, she navigated by memory, her elbows scraping the metal as she headed toward Luminara's meditation room.
Dropping into the quiet chamber, she landed in a crouch, the soft glow of candles illuminating shelves and a small altar. Her lightsaber sat on a table. She snatched it, clipping it to her belt, and turned to climb back into the vent—but the door slid open, and Master Luminara stepped inside, her expression calm but firm.
"Scout," Luminara said, her voice measured. "You need to calm down and return to your chambers. Your lightsaber was taken for a reason. The emotions inside you—guilt, fear, anger—are volatile. Until you address them, you cannot be trusted with it."
Scout gripped the hilt, her jaw tightening. "Sorry, Master, but I'm needed somewhere else."
Luminara frowned, closing her eyes briefly, her presence in the Force brushing against Scout's mind. "Someone has contacted you. Someone you trust." Her eyes opened, sharp and knowing. "Jaden."
Scout tensed, but kept her tone light. "Wow, you're good. Ever yhink about joining Coruscant security?"
Luminara's expression didn't waver. "This is serious, Scout. Jaden is in great danger. He must be brought into the safety of the Jedi Order. Tell me where he is."
Scout laughed, shaking her head. "No offense, Master, but I'm not ratting out my friend. Catch you later!" She leapt for the vent, but Luminara's hand flicked upward, and the Force wrapped around Scout like a vice, pinning her in midair. Scout struggled, her arms straining against the invisible grip.
"This is for your own safety," Luminara said, her voice tinged with concern. "Scout, I do not wish to hurt you. Please, don't struggle."
Scout gritted her teeth, her fingers inching toward her wrist terminal. With a quick twist, she rerouted its power, triggering a high-pitched screech and a blinding flash of light. Luminara flinched, her concentration breaking, and Scout slipped free, diving into the vent with a grunt. She crawled fast, ignoring the sting of scraped knees, and emerged in an empty corridor, sprinting for the Temple's lower levels.
She reached a maintenance bay, hot-wired a speeder bike, and roared into the undercity, weaving through traffic as the Temple's lights faded behind her. She'd need to ditch the speeder somewhere as they no doubt would be able to track it, but she'd lead them on a little chase first. Not every day you blatantly defy temple commands.
She was going to be in so much shit after this.
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In the hideout's main hangar, Jaden and Velea hunched over a workbench strewn with the equipment from Gav—stealth suits, EMP grenades, slicing kits, and a mess of wires and circuits. Velea picked up a neural interface plug, its casing dented and one wire dangling loose, and frowned as she turned it over in her hand. "You said this was good equipment, Jaden," she said, tossing it onto the bench with a clink. "This looks like it was pulled out of a scrap heap on Nar Shaddaa."
Jaden, focused on a stealth suit's power module, adjusted a tiny screw without looking up. "I said it was solid, not good. It's functional, just needs some work. Gav's stuff always comes with a bit of character."
Velea crossed her arms, grabbing a hypo spanner and waving it at him. "Character? This is a full-on rebuild. If I wanted to spend my day fixing someone else's junk, I'd have signed up for a salvage crew." She leaned forward, smirking. "You sure you didn't get conned this time?"
He grinned, setting down his tool. "Conned? By Gav? Nah, he knows better than to pull that on me. But if you're struggling with a few loose wires, maybe you should take a break. Zule and I can handle it."
Her eyes narrowed, and she chucked the spanner at him. Jaden ducked, laughing as it sailed past and clanged against a crate. "Gotta be faster than that, Velea," he teased, dodging her mock glare. "Maybe stick to rewiring droids if tools are too much for you."
She pointed a finger at him, fighting a smile. "Keep talking, and I'll rewire *you* into something useful. Now help me with this slicing kit—it's giving me error codes in three different languages."
Across the hangar, Zule sat in the cockpit of the cloaked two-seater ship Gav had supplied, her fingers hovering over the console as she started the ship and ran system diagnostics. The screen flashed a string of error codes, and she groaned, smacking the armrest. "This stupid ship is a nightmare," she muttered. "I'm a warrior, not an engineer. I don't speak tech gibberish. Why won't it just tell me what's broken?"
Jaden glanced over, wiping sweat from his brow, and climbed the ladder to peer into the cockpit. His eyes widened as he took in the console's sleek, angular design, its interface covered in glyphs unlike anything he'd seen in Republic tech. "Hold up," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "This isn't some smuggler's knockoff. This is something else. Gav must've thought it was just another junker."
Zule leaned back in the pilot's seat, raising an eyebrow. "Something else? Like what? It's giving me a headache just looking at it."
Jaden slid into the cockpit, leaning over Zule's shoulder to study the controls, his arm brushing hers as he tapped the screen. "Let's find out. This language... it's not standard. Meaning whatever planet it's from isn't part of the republic." Velea joined them, squeezing into the cramped space on Zule's other side, her chest pressing against Zule's arm as she leaned in to examine the display. The air in the cockpit grew warm, their sweaty bodies close, and Zule's breath hitched, her skin flushing. Her fingers tightened on the armrest, a restless heat stirring in her core as she shifted in the seat.
Jaden squinted at the screen, tracing a glyph with his finger. "This looks like a navigational matrix, but it's tied to something... maybe a stealth system."
Velea tilted her head, her lekku grazing Zule's shoulder. "Check the power relays. They're compact, it's all incredibly efficient. I've seen designs like this in old holos, but never in person. Could be... I don't know, something from the Outer Rim?"
Zule swallowed, her body growing warmer as Jaden's arm pressed against her back and Velea's curves brushed her side. Her pulse quickened, thighs shifting as she tried to focus on their words, but the heat of their bodies and the faint scent of their sweat made her skin tingle. She cleared her throat, voice tight. "So... it's fancy. How does that help us?"
Jaden tapped another panel, frowning as the system beeped. "We need to figure out what it is, otherwise it could malfunction. But this isn't adding up. The core's output is way too high for a ship this size."
Velea pulled up a diagnostic log, her fingers flying over the controls. "Look at this—the energy signature's not even close to standard fusion. It's... I don't know, something else. We need to cross-reference the glyphs." She paused, glancing at Jaden. "You ever seen anything like this?"
He shook his head, leaning closer, his shoulder pressing harder against Zule's. "Not even close. I've dealt with some weird tech, but this is another level. Let's try rebooting the system, see if it gives us more."
They worked in silence for a moment, Jaden and Velea exchanging theories as they poked at the console, their bodies still crowding Zule. Her breath grew shallow, a flush creeping up her neck, and she gripped the armrest tighter, her body restless as their warmth enveloped her. After several minutes, Velea pointed at a new set of glyphs. "There—those match patterns I saw in a databank once. This is Chiss tech."
Jaden's eyes widened, and he leaned back, whistling. "Chiss? As in, deep Unknown Regions Chiss? No way."
Zule blinked, her voice cutting through her discomfort. "How does a Chiss ship end up in a Coruscant junk pile? That's... insane."
Jaden rubbed his chin, still staring at the console. "I've got no idea. Maybe it was stolen, traded a dozen times, ended up with some clueless smuggler who sold it to Gav. Poor fool didn't know what he had."
Velea nodded, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief. "I've never seen Chiss tech in person. This is beyond rare. If we can get it running properly it would make a good secondary shuttle for the Yacht after the jobs done."
Zule shifted again, her thighs pressing together as she fought the heat pulsing through her. "So it's good for the heist. Can we make it work?"
Jaden stood, clapping his hands. "That's the plan. I'm gonna hit the holonet, see if I can dig up anything on Chiss ships. You two keep poking at it." He hopped out of the cockpit, leaving Velea and Zule in the cramped space.
Velea slid into the co-pilot's seat, her grin playful as she nudged Zule's arm. "Alright, enough stalling. When are you going to make your move with Jaden? You've been circling him like a nervous mynock."
Zule stiffened, her fingers fumbling with the console. "I'm not... I don't know what you're talking about. There's nothing to do."
Velea laughed, leaning closer. "Oh, come on, Zule. Don't play the innocent card. I talked to Jaden, and he's definitely into you. Said you're very attractive." She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows. "He's not blind, you know."
Zule's face flushed, and she shook her head, voice low. "That's not possible. He wouldn't... not me." She breathed heavily. "Velea I'm not good at this stuff. I don't even know where to start."
Velea's expression softened, and she rested a hand on Zule's arm. "Hey, relax. You don't have to be good at it. You two went through Jabiim together—fought, bled, survived. That's a bond most people never get. You're strong, you're loyal, and yeah, you're a knockout. Jaden sees all that. Just give him a chance to show it."
Zule bit her lip, still hesitant. "But what if he doesn't... what if I mess it up?"
Velea sighed, leaning back with a mock groan. "This is like teaching a five-year-old how to flirt. You're killing me here."
Zule shoved her shoulder, frowning. "Stop it. I'm not that clueless. I just... I don't know how to believe he'd want me."
Velea grinned, undeterred. "He does. Trust me. You don't need to overthink it. Just be you—get a little closer, let him feel you're there. Those pheromones of yours? They're already doing half the work."
Zule paused, chewing her lip, then looked at Velea. "Okay... but how? Like, what do I actually do?"
Velea leaned in, voice low and conspiratorial. "Start small. Stand close to him, touch his arm, look him in the eyes a bit longer. Maybe lean in like you're sharing a secret. He's already hooked—you just need to reel him in."
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Inside the yacht's lounge, Jaden sat at a terminal, scrolling through holonet archives for anything on Chiss technology. The screen showed only vague references, nothing concrete, and he leaned back, grinning. "This is unreal. A Chiss ship, and Gav just hands it over like it's scrap. No records, no schematics—nothing. That old sleaze will probably kick himself for letting it go so cheap when he finds out."
Zule stepped into the lounge, her steps hesitant, heart pounding as she tried to channel Velea's advice. She smoothed her tunic, cleared her throat, and said, "Hey, Jaden. Got a second to talk?"
He glanced up, still scrolling. "Yeah, sure. You won't believe this—there's zilch on Chiss ships out there. It's like they don't exist. This thing's going to make the Eternal Horizon job so much easier."
Zule moved closer, standing just behind his chair, her pheromones pulsing stronger, filling the air with a warm, heady scent. She leaned forward slightly, voice soft. "That's... really impressive."
Jaden kept typing, oblivious to her tone. "This ship's a ghost. We'll slide past their sensors like they're offline."
Zule rested a hand on his shoulder, fingers lingering, and leaned closer, her breath brushing his ear. "You're pretty good at finding rare stuff, aren't you?" Her voice trembled, but she pressed on, her body inching nearer, trying to follow Velea's playbook.
Jaden turned, still talking. "Yeah, it's going to be a hell of an advantage—" He stopped, eyes locking on Zule, who stood inches away, her gaze intense, pheromones hitting him like a tidal wave. "Uh... Zule? You okay? You're looking at me like I broke something."
Zule's mind spun, her heart pounding as she thought, 'Velea's advice is ridiculous. I can't play these games.' She pushed hesitation aside, grabbed Jaden's face with trembling hands, and pressed her lips to his, the kiss awkward, her mouth fumbling against his, unsure of its rhythm. Jaden paused, his body still for a moment, then softened, his hands sliding to her waist, fingers curling into the curve of her hips. He kissed her back, his tongue brushing her lips, coaxing them apart, and she parted them hesitantly, a soft moan escaping as her tongue met his, clumsy but eager. Her fingers gripped his tunic, pulling him closer, her body molding against his.
He rose, lifting her with ease, setting her on the table's edge, their bodies pressed flush, her curves yielding to his frame. His hands roamed to her thighs, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, spreading them as he stepped between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locking behind him, pulling him tighter. His lips moved hungrily, kissing deeper, his breath hot against her mouth, and she gasped, her chest heaving, breasts brushing his tunic. Her pheromones filled the air, a heady, musky scent that clouded his senses, making his pulse race. He groaned, his hand weaving into her hair, tugging gently to tilt her head back, exposing her neck. His lips trailed down, kissing the sensitive skin, teeth grazing her pulse point, drawing a shiver from her.
Her hands slid up his chest, nails scraping through the fabric, tracing the hard lines of his muscles. His other hand slipped under her tunic, fingers gliding over the warm, smooth skin of her lower back, dipping lower to cup her ass, squeezing as he pressed himself closer, his arousal evident against her thigh. She arched into him, her hips shifting, seeking more contact, her breaths coming in quick, uneven pants. The heat of his body, the scent of his sweat, mingled with her own, and her skin flushed, a tingling warmth spreading through her core. Her thighs tightened around him, hips rocking slightly, chasing the sensation building inside her.
Velea slipped into the lounge, her eyes catching the scene from the doorway. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips, her gaze lingering on Zule's flushed cheeks and Jaden's possessive grip. She backed out silently, her grin widening as she retreated down the corridor, leaving them to their moment, pleased her encouragement had sparked something.
Zule's lips trembled against Jaden's, her kisses growing bolder, as she pressed herself closer, her hands roaming his chest. Her fingers traced the firm lines of his muscles through his tunic, sliding up to his shoulders, gripping tightly as she moaned softly, the sound muffled against his mouth. Jaden's tongue danced with hers, deepening the kiss, his breath hot and ragged. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her flush against him, and she felt the hard bulge in his pants press against her core through their clothes. Her body tensed, a strange, unfamiliar sensation blooming where he ground against her—a tingling warmth, like a spark igniting deep inside, spreading through her hips. It was new, overwhelming, a pressure that made her breath catch, her thighs clenching instinctively around him as the sensation pulsed with each slow grind of his hips.
She gasped, her chest heaving, hands clutching his back, nails digging into his tunic as the feeling intensified, a mix of heat and tightness she didn't know how to name. Her cybernetic arm tightened around his shoulder, metal fingers pressing harder than she intended, and Jaden winced, pulling back with a sharp, "Ouch!"
Zule froze, her eyes widening, and she yanked her arm back, cradling it against her chest. "I'm... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice small as she slid off the table, stepping away. Her gaze dropped to her prosthetic, its sleek metal glinting under the lounge's lights, and she tucked it behind her, shoulders hunching slightly as she avoided his eyes.
Jaden caught his breath, shaking off the sting, and stepped closer, his voice gentle. "Hey, it's okay. You didn't mean it." He reached for her, his hand brushing her flesh arm, and tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "You're perfect, Zule. Just the way you are." He leaned in, kissing her softly, his lips warm and reassuring, coaxing her back into the moment.
She melted into the kiss, her tension easing as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her close. His words echoed in her chest, a warmth spreading through her, not like the tingling heat from before but something deeper, a swelling glow that made her heart race and her breath catch. She pressed herself against him, kissing him back, her lips moving with more confidence, her flesh hand cupping his face. The feeling grew, bright and overwhelming, and she pulled back slightly, lips parting as if to speak, the words I love you nearly spilling out.
Before she could, Velea's voice cut through the lounge. "Well, aren't you two just adorable?" she teased, leaning against the doorway, her grin wide and playful. "Getting all cozy in here, huh?"
Zule's face flushed, and she pushed Jaden away, stepping back quickly, her hands fidgeting. "Velea!" she snapped, her voice high as she turned and hurried toward the corridor, her boots echoing on the metal floor.
Jaden groaned, running a hand through his hair, and shot Velea a look. "Really? You had to barge in right now?"
Velea laughed, sauntering over to him, her hips swaying. "Oh, come on, it was too cute to resist." She stopped in front of him, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him, her lips soft and lingering. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook her." She pulled back, her expression shifting to something more serious. "But heads-up—someone's outside the decoy base, trying to get in."
Jaden's eyes widened, and he straightened, adjusting his tunic. "Already? I didn't think she'd get here this fast." He took a deep breath, smoothing his hair. "Alright, I'll handle it. Be back in a bit."
He strode out, leaving Velea and Zule in the lounge. Velea's grin returned, wide and mischievous, as she turned to Zule, who lingered near the corridor, her face still pink. "So," Velea said, stepping closer, her voice teasing, "how was it? Come on, spill. That looked like quite a moment."
Zule crossed her arms, glancing away. "It was... nothing. I don't want to talk about it." She turned and headed for her quarters, but Velea followed, giggling.
"Oh, no you don't," Velea said, catching up and nudging her shoulder. "You're not escaping that easily. I saw you two—things were getting steamy. You can't just clam up now."
Zule pushed open the door to her small room, a sparse space with a cot, a desk, and a few personal items neatly arranged. "There's nothing to say," she muttered, sitting on the cot and staring at her hands, her cybernetic arm tucked close to her side. "It just... happened."
Velea plopped down beside her, leaning back on her hands. "Just happened? Zule, you were practically climbing him. That was no accident. So, how'd it feel? First kiss, right? Don't hold out on me."
Zule's cheeks burned, and she shot Velea a glare. "It wasn't... I mean, yeah, it was... fine. I don't know. Can we drop it?"
Velea laughed, unfazed. "Fine? That's all I get? You were wrapped around him like a vine, and you're calling it *fine*? Come on, give me something. Was it good? Did you like it?"
Zule sighed, her shoulders slumping. "It was... more than I expected. I didn't know it would feel like that. But then I hurt him with... this." She lifted her cybernetic arm slightly, her fingers flexing, and looked away, her voice quieter. "I don't want to mess things up."
Velea's grin softened, and she rested a hand on Zule's knee. "Hey, you didn't mess anything up. Jaden's tougher than he looks, and he meant what he said—you're perfect as you are. That arm's part of you, and it's badass."
Zule glanced at her, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're... really okay with this? With me and him?"
Velea shrugged, her grin returning. " I'm not the jealous type. Besides, we're a team—Jaden, you, me. We're in this together, and if you two have something, I'm not here to stand in the way. Just don't expect me to stop teasing you."
Zule rolled her eyes, but the tension in her shoulders eased. "You're impossible."
"And you love it," Velea shot back, nudging her again. "Now, tell me more about that kiss. I need details."
Zule groaned, flopping back onto the cot. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope," Velea said, lying beside her, propping her head on one hand. "So, was it all tingly? Did your heart do that fluttery thing? Come on, Zule, I'm living vicariously here."
Zule covered her face with her hands, muffling a laugh. "It was... intense. I didn't know it could feel so... big. Like everything else just disappeared."
Velea's eyes softened, and she squeezed Zule's arm. "That's what I'm talking about. You don't have to be perfect or know what you're doing. Just let it happen. Jaden's already halfway gone for you."
Zule peeked through her fingers, her smile shy. "You think so?"
"I know so," Velea said, sitting up. "And when he gets back from dealing with whoever's at the decoy base, you should spend more time with him. No running off this time."
Zule nodded, sitting up and brushing her hair back. "Maybe. I'll... think about it."
Velea grinned, hopping off the cot. "That's the spirit. Now, come on, let's get back to that Chiss ship. I want to see if we can get its stealth field stable before Jaden starts bragging about his 'genius' again."
Zule laughed, following her out, the glow in her chest lingering, and a slight wet patch forming in her underwear.
(AN: So this chapter was more to just develop Zule and Jaden as that's important stuff and I'll be moving forward. I won't say why but just trust me. Anyway next chapter is the plan and then we start the Gala boyyyyyyy. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter.)
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