((Sorry for not updating Changeling Memories but I'm leaving to go to the Star Wars Celebration on Thursday and I really don't have time to update. I'll get back on it when I return. Hopefully, I won't be too swamped with getting ready for school!))

Red

Jango and Zam were not the couple to indulge in customary romantic gestures. Flowers, chocolates and cards were practically unheard of in their relationship. These traditional gifts were substituted with cutting edge blasters, ornate blades, and complex tools of espionage. Gifts like these were practical, efficient, and in their own special way, sentimental. It showed that they both wanted to keep the other safe and well armed.

In this manner, the exchange of weapons was quite appropriate for their relationship.

Still, Zam had to admit, that sometimes, receiving a bouquet of blood red Malreaux roses could be just as nice.

Purple

It was easy for Jango to see why Zam's purple armor suited her so well.

Purple was the color of royalty. That was evident in the way she walked, as if she was royalty herself.

Purple was the color of pain. You could see that in the faded violet bruises that materialized after battle.

Purple was the color of glory. That was easy to see in the way she fought, a deadly mix of hand-to-hand combat and well-aimed blaster bolts.

Purple was the color of love. There was proof of that in the way she finally said, "I love you."

Blue

Her silence was hard for Jango to take.

No matter his words, Zam just listened mutely, staring through him.

He told her he loved her and that he had for a long time.

He told her he was sorry for trying to push her away, for acting like he didn't care, for never telling her he loved her.

She remained as silent as ever, as if his words were meaningless.

"I'm sorry, Zam." He looked down, grief stricken, "I'm sorry that I killed you."

The faint blue holo-projection flickered as he stared into its inanimate eyes.

It was too late.

Green

"Zam?"

"Yes Jango?"

"Why do you have green eyes?"

Zam turned to gaze at Jango, "Because I want to." She answered simply.

"But why green? You're a changeling. You could have any color you wanted." Jango pointed out.

Zam shrugged, "I'm not sure. Green is a natural color for human eyes, so it's not too gaudy... but it's rare enough that it's still eye-catching." She looked momentarily uncertain. "I can change the color if you don't like it." She offered.

Jango gave her a rare smile, "I like your eyes the way they are."

Zam returned the smile. "Thanks Jango."

Yellow

Jango knew it wasn't wise for a killer to return to the scene of the crime.

Even without armor, he must've looked very suspicious as he watched the investigators go about their business behind the yellow tape.

He knew they'd found a body, clothed in Mabari armor, with traces of potent neurotoxin in the veins.

They'd probably conclude that she was killed by an assassin, probably a rival bounty hunter who wanted her gone.

They'd never know that her killer loved her or that the murderer was now silently paying his respects behind the yellow tape.

And neither would she.

Orange

The Orange District of Coruscant was aptly named for the vivid orange lights that lit the place and cast a fiery glow over the streets.

It could've been that the lights were a warning, seeing as the Orange District was known for it's rampant crime.

Even so, Jango liked going there with Zam. She seemed to glow like a flame under the orange lights. Instead of being bothered by the danger there, she seemed energized by it. She smiled and laughed more whenever they were there.

The Orange District was a dangerous place, but Jango felt it was worth it.