Yes, another one, with all my others that are unfinished... tsk tsk, I know. Can't help it.

Any ways, I was kicking this idea around in my head and then came across a picture of a clone trooper with its head replaced by a female doll head, funny yes, I know. And I thought 'oh so that's what she would look like,'

So here you go.

Got people expecting things out of this one so I have to work on it.

Thanks Curt.

Disclaimer: please WD don't sue me -cringe-

Prologue

There were fires at the Jedi Temple; Liria could see the smoke from her apartment window, rising into the sky over Coruscant. It shocked her at first but then she was filled with and overwhelming sense of urgency to flee. She ran to her room and pulled a pack from her closet and started tossing in clothes. She wanted to get out of Coruscent as quickly as possible; she couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong at the Jedi Temple.

The sound of a child's crying flowed through her door.

"Connor, check on Le," Liria called to her ten year old son.

The boy jumped off the sofa where he'd been watching the holotoons. He skipped down the hall to his room where the baby lie in her crib.

"Lifa, what's wrong?" He asked, reaching through the bars and held her tiny hand.

The little girl, not even six months old cried insistently, only holding Connor's fingers out of reflex.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," He pulled away and ran to the kitchen.

On the counter he found clean bottles and grabbed one and filled it with warm water and powdered formula. He rushed back to his crying sister, shaking the bottle on the way. He plucked the nipple in her mouth and she immediately began to suckle.

"Is everything alright?" Liria came in with another pack and started filling it with the children's clothes.

"She was just hungry," He watched his mother. "What's wrong?"

"We're leaving," Liria told him.

"Is Re coming?" Conner switched hands with the bottle so he could turn to watch her.

She stopped what she was doing to look at him. Sadness filled her eyes.

"I don't know," She said quietly, but then continued to pack clothes for her children.

The sudden sound of the door to the apartment swishing open alarmed her. She dropped the pack and rushed out to see who had entered.

"Liria?" The familiar voice called.

She was relieved to hear his voice and when she saw him the world seemed to right itself. She always felt safe in his presence. Like nothing in the galaxy could touch them as long as he was here. He met her half way across the common room, his white and 501st blue striped armor was cover in a thin layer of grim and sported a new scorch mark on his armored bicep. It always left a pit in her stomach to see his armor tagged by an opponent.

"Re, what's happened?" She put a hand on his chest plate.

His hands came up to grip her shoulders. His brow was knitted together with worry and it could be felt through his strong hands gripping a bit too tightly.

"You need to leave Coruscant. Something terrible has happened. I fear it won't be safe here any more," He told her.

"What happened?" She asked him, but he only pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly.

He pressed his head next to hers. He seemed calm but she knew there was a galaxy of turmoil within him. She could always tell when something upset him, even if he never spoke of it. It was in the way he breathed, the way he could look at her, or touch her. He wasn't a very extroverted man so when he did things contrary to his nature she knew things were bad.

"Come with us," She said and pushed back to look at his face.

His eyes rounded with the unexpected request. "Desert the army?"

"Please, Re," She placed both hands on his face. "I-"

She never finished her sentence because the news that had interrupted Connor's holotoons was booming with applause and it drew their attention to it. On the screen was the Supreme Chancellor, cloaked in a dark robe to shadow his face from the senate and the viewers.

"In order to ensure our security and continue stability, the Republic will be reorganized in the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society!"

"Mom? Re? What's going on?" Connor stood at the entrance to the hall with an empty bottle in his hands.

"Get your things, we're leaving," Re told the boy.

Liria sighed in relief and turned to switch off the holovision. Connor quickly deposited the sink and ran back to his shared room to finish packing his mom had left in there.

"You should change," Liria told Re.

He nodded and went to her room where she kept civilian clothing for him, for when he'd come visit them. He dressed in a pair of brown cargo pants and a olive drab long sleeve shirt, he sat down to pull on his dark brown boots then stood. He grabbed the empty pack that Liria had left on the bed and placed his armor and under suit in it. When he left the room Connor was standing in the middle of the common room with his pack over one shoulder. He had changed into his favorite pair of pants, similar to Re's, and had on a dark grey jacket over his stormy blue shirt.

Liria was pulling on her boots over her dark brown pants. She clipped her belt in place over her tucked in rust color shirt.

Re went into the children's room and walked over to the crib. He looked down at the baby girl with a light shadow of dark hair on top of her head. She was awake and being very animated with her legs and arms. She made cooing noises along with high pitched squeals that made him smile.

He reached down and picked her up cradled her close to his chest. Her eyes were changing color. He remembered she'd been born with the most amazing blue eyes he'd ever seen in his short existence. Now they were turning brown, the same shade as his eyes.

She ran her hand across his shirt, feeling the fabric with her fingers and made a long whining sound.

"Don't worry little one, I won't let anything happen to you,"

She stared up at him as he talked.

"Daddy is going to take care of you."….