Jalaen was stealthy in sneaking into the Temple. But finding Rubble in the labyrinth of hallways was a much more difficult task. Trying to sense his presence, she snuck down the right corridors until she came to a blue door. Forcing open the door, she flipped on the lights.

"Shaakie, it's only twelve!!!" Rubble yelled.

Jalaen undid her mask. "Rubble, it's me. Jalaen."

Rubble looked up; he rubbed his eyes a few times. "Jalaen…what sick imposter?!" Rubble flew out of bed, lightsaber ignited.

Jalaen pulled out her turquoise saber and quickly engaged Rubble. What was something that no one could impersonate…?

Her left hand.

Jalaen kicked Rubble away and quickly unwrapped her hand. "See, Rubble, it really is Jalaen!"

Rubble paused. "It can't be…please, you can't be Jalaen," Rubble said. "Please, this masquerade is over."

"It's me, Rubble," Jalaen whispered.

Rubble bowed his head, and embraced the Kaleesh. Feeling her strong, hardened hug assured Rubble that 'Jalaen' truly was who she claimed to be.

Vex charged out and started pulling at Jalaen's cape. She recoiled; Rubble pulled Vex away. "It's just my pet runt nexu," Rubble explained hastily.

A pure Mandalorian and a Nautolan ran out of the adjacent rooms after hearing Rubble's exclaimations. "Rubble, what the Force is this?" the Mandalorian asked.

"This is my cousin, Jalaen lai Sheelal," Rubble introduced the General.

"I thought she was dead!" the two padawans exclaimed in unison.

"Fortunately, no," Jalaen smiled. "May I inquire as to who you are?"

"Sabri Andul," the Mandalorian said simply.

"Rik Illoth." The Nautolan grinned.

Jalaen turned to Rubble. "My life is in danger. We need to get to Kalee."

Rubble nodded. "Stay here for the night," He whispered as they walked back into Rubble's room. "I'm worried about you. How did you survive? What's happened within the last few months?"

Jalaen smiled. "You're still as inquisitive. I've missed you, cousin."

Rubble flashed a mean glare. "Tell me. There's something plaguing you."

Jalaen sighed. "There's no keeping anything away from you, I see," she began. "About a year ago, I was on Belderone. There were about a thousand Kaleesh slaves there. Of course, their government believed that I was a liar who would impugn the honor of the system."

"That's right!" Rubble exclaimed. "Shaakie lead the Jedi team that would help you!"

"Indeed. But we managed to free only a little more than five hundred slaves. And among them was a Kaleesh and his three wives."

"And?"

"His name was Rojien phi Kyrir. He's a decent man. Charitable, loving, and true to his word. We started to fall in love. He took me for drinks at the capital-- that's how we met. The stars, the bright moon; Belderone is so romantic."

"So what does this have to do with the fact that you were 'dead' a month ago?"

"Rojien joined me on my travels," Jalaen continued. "I never went home to Kalee within that period. I probably should have. But still, when we went to Oressus, he went with me."

"Why?"

"Because when we stepped onto the surface, the first thing he did was get on his knees and propose," Jalaen smiled at the memory. "But the day when my decoy was caught in the enemy fire, I was at the med center."

Rubble furrowed his dark brows. "Why were you at the med center?" he said, trying to remain calm, but there was an undertone of worry in his voice.

"Because," Jalaen scooted right next to Rubble, "I'm pregnant. With Rojien's child."