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The Room of a Thousand Fountains was peaceful. The artificial atmosphere was warm, with a light breeze playing through the grass and the hair of meditating Jedi alike. Waterfalls trickled serenely over rocks and birds sang sweetly in the trees. The force was still and calm. There was no warning. One moment, Plo was drifting in light meditation. The next, long arms wrapped around his torso, yanking him backwards and lips pressed a firm kiss to his atmospheric regulator. He blinked back to full awareness and found himself laughing helplessly at the upside down sight of his lover, grinning unrepentantly.