"So now what?" Petro asked.

"Now we return to see what progress Doctor Nema has made," the tall Jedi said without turning to face him. "I need to talk to Scrapper."

The doors to the medical bay slid open, and the group was greeted by the rest of the ecstatic Younglings. Scrapper was sitting up on a bed, the box of parts next to him but untouched. He looked up at the tall armored figure as he approached.

"You brought me here?" he asked.

"Yes," the Jedi replied. "You are safe now, Scrapper. You have family here," he said as he gestured to the medical officer clones standing in the room. They nodded to him, and he gave a small wave back.

"Why exactly did you bring these?" Scrapper asked, motioning to the lightsaber parts. "Are you going to build more?"

"Well, no, I'm not," Bahsé said. "A lightsaber is built according to either personal preference or what the builder feels through the Force."

"That's how Gungi's lightsaber came to be encased in the wood of a Brylark tree!" Zatt explained. The young Wookie brought out his lightsaber for the clone to observe. The clone leaned forward, eyeing the device closely.

"Impressive," he said. "Very aesthetic, and yet functional and practical." Bahsé and Huyang shared a glance.

"Ever think of… I dunno, tinkering with one of these before?" the Jedi asked.

"Once or twice, maybe," the clone said. "I always wanted to ask my general if I could look at it and figure out how it works, but I was afraid I would screw something up that would end up badly."

"Well, you've got plenty of parts to work with here," Bahsé said, gesturing to the boxes. "And Professor Huyang here has a diagram that you can follow; it'd make it easier for you than trial and error. I think you should give it a shot. At least try to build one first, and if you're successful… who knows? We just might have to find you a crystal to activate it."

There was a knock at the doorway, and everyone turned to see a clone in dark grey armor, with a maroon stripe running diagonally across his torso from his left shoulder to his right hip. His scout trooper helmet hid his face. "Excuse me, General Sigré?" he asked. "There's a transmission coming in for you. Urgent request."

"Thanks, Foxx," the Jedi said, walking over to him. He turned and put a hand on his shoulder. "Everyone, this here is Foxx. He's the scout of the squad I rolled with in the war," he introduced. "We've seen plenty of action together. Think you could indulge them in a bit of story-telling?" he asked the squad mate.

"Sure, I don't see why not," Foxx said and took his helmet off, revealing his green eyes and auburn hair with a dark red stripe down the middle. "Although, to be fair, Stitch and Kinn are much better at this than I am."

"You'll do fine," Bahsé said, patting the clone's shoulder and walking away, bringing his left arm up and activating the holo-projector. "This is Bahsé."

"Big Brother Bahsé!" a playful voice said. The hologram of a young Pantoran woman rezzed up, smiling at him. "Beat me to the ship, I see?"

"Hey, Kayla!" the Jedi laughed. "Yeah, just got back a few minutes ago. Managed to rescue a few Younglings and Professor Huyang. And another clone."

"No fair, you always get the really cool ones!" the young woman protested.

Bahsé chuckled. "You on your way?" he asked.

"Just coming out of hyperspace now," Kayla replied. As if on cue, a proximity alert began to blare, but was quickly silenced as a crew member spoke over the intercoms.

"Please remain calm," the voice said. "Just an automatic proximity alarm. The incoming ship is friendly, repeat, friendly."

"Usually depends on the mood of the pilot, really," the Jedi said.

"Hey!" the young woman shouted, and Bahsé laughed playfully.

"Oh, I'm just giving you crap," he said. "Did you get what you went out for?"

"Yep! Enough food and necessities to keep the people on the ship happy for at least another month," Kayla said, glancing behind her. "Y'know, give or take. Wasn't too hard getting the guy to cooperate, really, he was practically drooling over himself at us."

"'Us'?" Bahsé asked, confused. "Who else went with you?" Kayla froze for a second, and then looked sideways at him.

"You mean… you don't know?" she asked tentatively. The armored helmet tilted down, the signature sign of trouble.

"Kayla," the Jedi said slowly. "Who's on board your ship?"

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," a voice said as another woman came into view on the holovid. "Glad to see you made it back safely, Bahsé," she said.

"Kürmé?!" the man squawked. "I thought you were going to stay on the ship!"

"And I thought I told you that you shouldn't worry about me so much," the woman replied, crossing her arms. "You know I know how to take care of myself, and besides, we never left each other's' sight unless we were both onboard."

"Look, we're both alright," Kayla piped in. "Nothing to worry about, promise!"

"But I do anyway," Bahsé muttered, sighing. "Alright, we'll see you when you land." With that, the call ended. He put a hand to his helmet's visor. These two were going to be the death of him, he knew it.

Kayla the Pantoran was the little sister he never had, so he was usually the overprotective big brother that she never had… or wanted, for that matter. He was even more protective during these times, but he knew her well enough to let her do whatever she wanted most of the time. She was the pilot to her own ship, a Corellian YT-2000 model freighter, painted blue just like her people. She was the only one to fly it, apart from Bahsé once or twice, and she knew it inside and out better than anyone. She could tell what was wrong with it before it even reached a full idling cycle.

Although she could be a bit childish and flirtatious at times, she was more than prepared to give anyone a good what-for. She packed three pistols; two GL-77s and a GL-28, and she knew how to use them. She was also remarkably fit, seeing as how she kept her own ship intact with her smarts on machines. She and Sal were best girlfriends, talking shop and giggling about boys whenever they got the chance.

Kürmé, however… oh, she just might give him a heart attack someday. Either from scaring the daylights out of him by doing something risky or by doing something a little more intimate that he would never see coming. The two had been dating for a few years, ever since they met on Alderaan. She could get heads to turn, there was no denying that. But Bahsé could always get them to turn right back, almost causing a massive amount of whiplash cases whenever he walked into a room after she did. He was privately proud of that little tidbit, but was even more openly proud to know that if anyone tried anything sneaky, they would have a dagger and/or a knife or two at their necks in a heartbeat.

Bahsé made his way to the hangar, where the light freighter made its way to the back of the central bay area and landed. The ventral bay doors slid shut, the sound of the locks echoing throughout the area. The Jedi made his way to the ship as its starboard docking ramp lowered. Two modified ASP labor droids made their way down one at a time, both towing two crates behind them. They nodded to the tall man, and he nodded back. He looked up and crossed his arms as the two women made their way down the ramp.

Kayla Sequinn stood at 5' 7", her blue skin oily and greasy as usual. She was a very attractive Pantoran, with an oval jawline and purple hair that had a blue streak in it. She wore a violet vest jacket with maroon borders over a black belly shirt, mahogany pants, black fingerless gloves and black shoes. Emerald earring studs glinted off her lobes. Her fit and curvy figure usually caught several stares, and she sometimes used that to her advantage. However, when it came to flirting, it was always on her own terms. Men always knew when to shut up and back off; the hint was on most occasions a blaster barrel in their face.

Kürmé Pur'gil always seemed to glow to Bahsé. Her gorgeous brown and green eyes captivated him the most, but her other features were never ignored. She had an oblong jawline and high cheekbones, and her tan skin was very radiant whenever she smiled. Her dark brown hair, now in a ponytail, usually fell to the center of her back. Her teardrop-shaped sapphire necklace glinted in the lights, the sterling silver chain blending in with her grey shirt that she wore under a red light jacket.

The Jedi took off his helmet and beamed at the two of them, opening his arms wide as Kayla came running up to him, almost tackling him in her usually-energetic hugs.

"Where are my boys?" she asked playfully, looking up at her surrogate brother.

"Foxx is telling stories to the group of Younglings I rescued," Bahsé said. "Not sure where the others are."

"Yo! Kayla!" a voice shouted from across the hangar. The three of them turned to see three clones walking towards them side by side. The one in the middle held his arms out, his green eyes sparkling. He had black hair, and a thin beard that stretched as he grinned widely. Kayla ran right over to him, causing him to grunt as she hugged him in her usual way. He laughed and hugged her back, giving her a light noogie as she stepped back to hug the other two. The one on the right had short blonde hair, light brown eyes, and a tattoo of a crosshairs around his right eye. The other had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and a soul patch.

"Well, there's a few of them," Bahsé said as he turned to Kürmé, smiling. "Hey there," he said.

"Hi," the woman replied, standing on her toes to give him a kiss on the lips. Bahsé lightly put an armored hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Kürmé cradled his head in her hands for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. "How was the trip to Coruscant?" she asked.

"Well, it could have been better," Bahsé said sadly. "It's a horror now…dead Jedi all over the place, clones running around shooting every last one of them…it's a nightmare." His gaze dropped to the side. Kürmé gently turned his head to look at her.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly. Bahsé smiled and held her hand to his face for a moment before taking it in his.

"There's nothing either of us could have done," he said. "We never saw it coming. We're lucky to be alive… to still have each other."

Kürmé smiled, but suddenly looked concerned. "Bahsé," she said. "Did you find…him?"

Bahsé's mouth thinned as he shook his head. "No," he replied. "I couldn't find Sinube anywhere. Not even in the Archives. I'm hoping he managed to make it out of there. I'm guessing Yoda's alive as well, I didn't see him anywhere, either…" He let out a slow breath through his nose. "He has to be alive, Kürmé. I can feel it."

"I know," Kürmé said as she kissed him again. "And I know you'll find him eventually. But first, let's focus on helping the ones we have onboard, huh?"

The Jedi nodded, donning his helmet again. He gave Kürmé a quick, light hug, and then turned to follow the worker droids, his cloak billowing behind him.