"We never knew our father." said Tavia.

A statement of fact. A fact that had never much bothered Bink. Bink looked over at her twin who was sitting on a low stool looking at her data pad. She responded, "He died during the Clone Wars." Another fact, equally non-bothersome to Bink.

Tavia looked up from her data pad, a solemn look on her face. "Yeah, but who was he? We've never known. We don't even know his name."

Bink frowned a little, why was her sister suddenly bothered by this? "Does it matter? He's never been a part of our lives, we've never need a father. We've always been fine, you and me."

Tavia gazed around their small apartment, apparently searching for the right words. "But, don't you think we ought to know?" She rose and moved to stand in front of the mirror hanging on the near wall. Peering into the glass Tavia looked deeply at her reflection for a moment. Speaking lowly, she said, "Whose eyes are these? Mom didn't have eyes like this."

Bink shook her head. Tavia was just being silly. "Don't be ridiculous. Those are our eyes. They belong to us."

Her voice more intense now, Tavia continued. "But where did we get them from? What did he see with them? Mom never really talked about him much. I guess she figured she'd tell us when we got older. Except she never got the chance." Turning to look at her sister, Tavia said, "I think we ought to know!"

Bink sat up. Her sister was rarely so emphatic about anything. "But, how would we even find that out? It's not on our birth certificates. Mom didn't have it in any of her papers. There's no way we can know. The galaxy is full of billions of sentients. So many of them died during the War. It's impossible to know who our father might have been."

Tavia brightened up, the conversation seemed to have gone the way she wanted. "Actually," she said, as she crossed the room and perched on the arm of her sister's chair. "I took the liberty of contacting Rachele. Remember her from the Villachor thing? Well, she has a lot of ways of finding information, and she's really slick with computers, and databases and the like. Anyway, I sent her a DNA sample a few weeks ago, and asked her to run it, checking for paternity. She sent back the results and I've waited to look at them until you were . . . ready."

Astonished that her sister would do such a thing without her, Bink just sat there as Tavia, beaming, retrieved her datapad and the datacard that held the pertinent information. She perched on the arm of her sister's chair. Sliding the card into place she opened the report. Bink noticed Tavia's hands trembling with the nerves. Bink could feel her own heart racing. This is silly, she thought, even if there is a name that's all it will be. A name. It doesn't matter what it says. I've never needed a father before, and I won't need one after. Even if I have a name to look for that won't change anything, he's long dead and it's still just Tavia and me.

Tavia read out the report, her words quavering with the excitement she felt. She read the message out loud, the words coming out before she had a chance to register what they actually said.

The report read:

REPORT: PATERNITY TEST

DNA MATCH: POSITIVE
FATHER'S DNA: ON FILE
FATHER'S NAME: BOBA FETT
DETAILED INFORMATION: UNAVAILABLE

There was a small note from Rachele at the bottom.

Sorry girls, that's all I could find. Hope this helps.

Author's note: For this story only the canon of Episodes I-VI and Star Wars: The Clone Wars as well as the EU LEGENDS stories Star Wars: Scoundrels and Star Wars: Winner Lose All are being included.