Rochester stretched out on the blanket, revelling in the rays of sunshine. There was not a cloud in the sky, it had not rained in days and the temperature was constantly warm: despite all this planet's failings, he was enjoying himself. The sun was low on the horizon, painting the sky pink and the sea gold. The sand beach spread for miles to the north and south and behind them, now shrouded partially in the dark of night, was a wonderfully cultivated jungle.

Broan leant down and kissed his jaw. Rochester's stubble scratched at his lips. They had left quite a few of their luxuries on the ship, including the laser-razor. It was part of their plan to get away from the hectic life of Sith Lord and Naval Lieutenant - so far it had worked. Rochester caught him in a deeper kiss and grabbed him about the waist. He pulled the smaller man atop him and pressed their bodies together.

"Here?"

"Why not?" Rochester grinned and squeezed. He loved how Broan's body was the right mixture of physical exertion and comfortable living. Broan moaned and lazily ran his hands along Rochester's sides.

"Because, mmm... someone might be watching?"

"Really? Well, that's never stopped you before."

"Naughty."

They enjoyed each other's bodies as the sun set, with the air rapidly cooling around them. As the last licks of purple-golden sky gave way to night, the chattering started. Suddenly the beach was filled with clicking, shuffling, shadow mounds. Rochester froze as something sharp and cold brushed against his foot.

"What was that?"

"Just the crab migration."

"The... wha- uhh..." Rochester pulled his legs up to his chest, undecided whether to hug himself or Broan.

"It's the migratory season for the Large Red-backed Rock crabs. I thought you might find it interesting."

Rochester grabbed Broan by the shoulders and dragged him to one side, putting the Sith between him and the sea.

"How large?"

"The males can be as big as a trooper's breastplate."

Rochester tried to rifle through the bags, looking for any sort of weapon, but everything had quickly become covered in crabs. He whimpered and clutched Broan to him.

"Don't tell you're afraid of crabs."

"All these animals, it's just unnatural."

Broan laughed and twisted in Rochester's grip, kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll tell you what: the crabs are quite tasty."

"Good, I think I see my pistol."