Kenna had only just dozed off on the couch when the wall holo beeped. She groaned, raking her hair out of her eyes as she shoved herself to her feet and crossed the room to hit the accept button.

The screen stayed fuzzy grey for a few seconds more, a recorded voice informing her that the following message had been pre-recorded and sent from the Black Sky Cantina terminal. She frowned at that; the cantina was over toward the Republic landing platforms, and she didn't know anyone who would be contacting her from there. Carth was at least to the ship by now, if not halfway across the galaxy. Still, curiosity got the best of her, and she let the message play.

An orange-tinged holo image of Mission formed on the screen. "Hey, Kenna. Um, first of all, don't get mad at Carth. Or Dustil. This is all my idea, but Dustil pointed out you'd get worried if we just up and disappeared, so I rigged the terminal to send this after we're already gone. Yes, I can do that." She grinned, glancing to the side. "The shuttle's leavin' soon, so I only have a minute. We're goin' with Carth. I know sneakin' on a military-grade ship is crazy and dangerous, but that's what makes it so fun. I love livin' with you guys, but the quiet life's gotten a little too quiet, you know? And Dustil and I both feel that it's a load of bantha fodder, Carth havin' to leave now. So we decided to go with him. Dustil gets more time with Carth, I get adventure, and I mean, goin' after pirates is always cool, right?"

"Mission, if we're goin' we gotta go now!" Dustil's voice came from off-screen.

"Alright, I'm comin'!" she hollered toward him, before turning back to the holoscreen. "So, yeah, I gotta go. But we'll be with Carth, so we'll be safe. I'm real sorry 'bout leavin' you alone. Get lotsa sleep, and call Bastila if you need anything, I guess. Bye, Ken!" The image froze as she spun away from the recorder, the words 'End of Message' appearing across the screen

Kenna stared at it, not sure whether to laugh at how very Mission both the plan and the message were or worry about them despite Mission's assurance it wasn't necessary. The teen excelled at flying by the seat of her pants, and with Dustil along to be a voice of reason, they would most likely be fine. Especially if they managed to find Carth. But with her hormones in overdrive thanks to the twins, Kenna couldn't help but worry. They were going after a rather trigger-happy group of pirates, after all. Finally, the Jedi sighed, resigning herself to the fact they were long gone and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. I hope you know what you're doing, you two.

Even as she started to turn away, the screen let out a beep, indicating another incoming call. Kenna was pretty sure she knew what this one was, even as she accepted it.

"Hey, beautiful."

She'd been right. "Hey, Carth. Miss me already?"

He chuckled. "More than you know. But that's not my reason for calling."

"I think there's actually two reasons," Kenna smirked. "Namely your son and a certain teenaged Twi'lek who claims to be the genius mastermind? Mission sent a holo," she explained when her husband started to ask how she knew. "I'll be fine, now that I know they're with you. Assuming you're going to let them stay?"

Carth nodded. "There's a couple bunkrooms with empty beds, and they're more than capable of taking care of themselves." He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Besides, if Dustil went through all the trouble to get time for us to talk, who am I to tell him no?"

"Who, indeed?" Kenna chuckled. "Why do I have a feeling you're actually happy about this turn of events?"

"Guilty as charged," Carth admitted. "He called me Dad, Kenna. Not Father, Dad. If I have to bend a few rules to fix things with him, I'll do it."

"And that's why I love you," she replied. "Be safe. And keep them safe too, yeah?"

"Of course." Carth nodded. "One of the conditions of them getting to stay is no heroics if we actually run into pirates."

"Good. I'll see you when you get back, then. Love you, flyboy."

"Love you, too, gorgeous." Carth closed the connection, and the screen went blank.

Kenna waited a minute, just to make sure no more calls were coming in before she retreated to the bedroom for a much-needed nap.

oOo

"Is she mad?" Mission hesitated in the doorway to Carth's cabin. "Don't worry, I only heard enough to know it was Kenna."

"No, she's not mad," he replied with a smile. "It's Kenna, Mission. You know it's nearly impossible for you to make her mad."

"The key word there being nearly," Mission pointed out. "I know she's had some really bad days with the morning sickness an' all, so I was worried that this might fit in that nearly."

"Ah. I see. Well, she's not, so you can stop worrying, kiddo."

Mission gave him a dirty look for that. "Carth! What have I told you?"

"Sorry. It slipped out. But what're you doing back here, anyway?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I wanted to see if you'd called Kenna yet. To see if she was mad, y'know?" Mission finally stepped all the way into the room, leaning back against the wall.

"Mission, no one's going to believe you're actually supposed to be here if you act so casual around someone who's several ranks above you."

"Yes, sir, Vice-Admiral, sir," she teased, straightening. "It can't help things if you keep using my first name, either."

"And it really can't help things that everyone in the galaxy known the name Mission Vao, and knows that she's a fourteen year old girl," Carth pointed out. "So, you get to be somebody else for while we're up here."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "And who would that be, sir?"

Carth just grinned and held out an ID badge.

Mission all but snatched it out of his hand. "Are you serious?" she demanded after reading the name.

Carth cleared his throat.

She sighed. "Sir. Are you serious, sir?"

"As death, ensign."

"Day'Naa Mission sounds fake even to me!" Mission protested. "And you still get to call me Mission while I hafta call you Vice-Admiral, or sir or whatever," she huffed. "Doesn't seem very fair."

"Welcome to the Republic Navy," Carth chuckled. "Where life is rarely fair."

"What about Dustil? Dontcha think his last name might raise some suspicions, Vice-Admiral Onasi, sir?"

"I'm working on that. I took care of you first because there was more work involved, and Dustil has enough training-even if it was a different military-to blend in."

"Oh. So where'm I staying, sir?" She slid the ID badge in her pocket.

"Hope you don't mind sharing." Carth handed over a datapad. "Your bunk and duty assignment. You can figure out where to go, right?"

"I always can," Mission muttered, scanning the information on the screen. "Roommate... Kyra Gold. With a name like that, she sounds more like a smuggler or stripper than a soldier."

"Something I imagine she hears all the time, so zip it, alright?" Carth warned. "Getting along with your bunkmate is a pretty major part of blending in, ensign."

"Okay, okay, I got it, Vice-Admiral, sir." Mission tossed him a salute and turned to leave.

"Just a second, Mish. Can you give these to Dustil?" Carth handed her an ID badge and datapad for his son.

"Sure thing, sir." Mission gave him the evil eye. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"A little, yeah," Carth admitted with a grin.

The Twi'lek rolled her eyes and left, muttering under her breath. Carth was pretty sure he was being compared to Gamorrean sewer trash again. Nothing he could do about that; Mission had asked for it with sneaking on the ship.

oOo

"Here. These are from Carth." Mission sat down next to Dustil and shoved the ID badge and datapad into his hands. "A cover of sorts. Hope yours is better than mine."

Dustil chuckled as he took the stuff from her. "Why?"

"Does Ensign Day'Naa Mission sound like as fake a name to you as it does to me?" she demanded.

"No. I think it'll work just fine," the older boy grinned at her as he keyed up his assignment."

"Must be an Onasi thing," Mission grumbled. She did a double take when Dustil's information popped up on the screen. "Lieutenant Dustil Sian... Lieutenant? That... that... bantha-brained nerfherder!" she sputtered. "You outrank me too? I'm gonna kill him when we get home."

"Now, now, Ensign, that's no way to be talking about the Vice Admiral." Dustil smirked as he slid the ID in his pocket and scrolled through the datapad.

Mission groaned and leaned her forehead on Dustil's shoulder. "This might be harder than I thought..."

Dustil chuckled and reached over to pat her shoulder consolingly. "He had to give us ranks that wouldn't arouse suspicion. You really think you could pull off an Admiral or even a Captain?"

"Well... prob'ly not," she admitted. "Still... I think he did it on purpose because this whole thing was my idea."

"No, a lieutenant would talk to a Vice-Admiral more than an ensign," Dustil explained. "Even if not by much. It's more to make it easier for the two of us to talk than to get back at you. Sith's blood, you're suspicious, Day'Naa."

"I'm going to my room now. This to save you from getting pummeled by an ensign, Lieutenant," Mission growled.

She could her Dustil laughing behind her as she walked away.

oOo

The tunnel was cold, frigid breezes seeming to emanate from the very walls. Kenna shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, wondering what she was doing in this place wearing only pants, boots, and a light-weight tunic. "I'm smarter than this..." she muttered as she trudged on, shivering.

Eerie as the long tunnel was, something about it also seemed familiar, in the chilling, aching sense that clung to her memories from when she was Revan. But this wasn't a memory; she was too aware of herself. This was something else, which scared her even more. But she didn't know why.

Revan.

We knew you'd come.

You do love them, don't you?

The voices surrounded her. They seemed to coming from the shadows that cloaked the tunnel walls and they sounded very familiar. She heard them from the Star Forge.

They sounded angrier this time.

"What do you want?" she hollered, feeling foolish talking to the air. But there was no one to see, no one to hear, except them.

You, Revan. We just want you.

"You can't have me," she muttered. "Never again. I defeated you once, I can do it again. And threatening Carth is only going to make me more determined to do it fast."

A sinister chuckle came from ahead. When she looked up, the tunnel only went a short distance further before ending in a room painted red by the light that filled it.

No, not him, Revan.

Them.

A dark shape, human in height and shape, but black as pitch materialized, holding something in each hand. Kenna nearly stopped breathing when she realized what, or rather who, it held.

Two babies.

Her babies.

"No!" She lunged forward, reaching toward the figure, but it simply backed out of reach as she slammed into some invisible wall.

They will be ours, Revan.

Unless you can stop us first, Master.

You want to stop us, don't you?

The next move is yours, Revan.

The voices mocked her, laughing at her until the sound filled the room.

"You can't have them!" she screamed.

oOo

She woke up screaming, crying, drenched in sweat, and gasping for breath. She pressed shaking hands against her belly, simeltaneously glad Carth hadn't been there and wishing he was.

It was just a dream, Kenna. Just a dream. There were no dark whispers when she was awake. They were things of her nightmares. This was what she got for going to bed still stressing over Dustil and Mission. That had to be it.

As she reached for the wall-holo to call Bastila, she knew she didn't believe herself.

A/N: Once again I triumph over the writer's block demons(and my Thedas-based captors xD) and offer sincere apologies for the long wait. Thank you ever so much if you're still reading this! I wish I could find you and hug you. Seriously. You're awesome.