"We've entered Belderone airspace," the pilot declared.

Rubble watched Jalaen's sleeping form. He gently shook Jalaen once the pilot had made the announcement. "Jal, wake up. We've entered the Belderone system."

Jalaen's eyes fluttered open. "We have? Good," she got up. "I'll go talk to the captain."

Rubble followed Jalaen. She was shivering. "What's wrong, Jalaen? Are you cold?" He grabbed a blanket and offered it to her.

"I'm fine, Rubble. Just a little weak on my feet." Jalaen smiled, but Rubble saw past it.

Finally they made it down the corridor to the cockpit. "Excuse me, captain, but could I please be dropped off on the planet Belderone?"

The captain turned. "We're landing on planet 6, milady. You'll have to find alternative transport."

Jalaen's golden eyes locked into the captain's brown ones. "I am General Jalaen lai Sheelal," she stated proudly. "I have important business on Belderone."

The captain did a double take. Rubble couldn't help but smile. His cousin was well known across the Galaxy. The captain nodded. "I'll take you to Belderone, General."

"Thank you," Jalaen said graciously. "Come on, Rubble."

Once out in the hall, Rubble turned to Jalaen. "Ronderu and Qymaen are in the dining hall. Rojien's in the main hall."

At mention of his name, Rojien turned his head to look at the two Kaleesh. He ran up to them. "I heard. Will the pilot take us to Belderone?"

"Yes," Rubble replied. "Have Ronderu and Qymaen returned?"

The said Kaleesh were walking back as Rubble asked the last question. "Here we are," Qymaen grinned.

"What next, after we touch down?" Ronderu asked.

"We'll have to find some work," Rubble said finally. "We'll need to earn some money."

"Rubble, I'm sorry," Jalaen broke into the conversation, "But I can't come with you to Coruscant. I must stay with my fiancé."

Rubble looked down at the floor. "I understand, Jalaen," he said at last. "Tell me when the baby's due. I'll find you. I want to be there."

"Don't think I don't appreciate your concern, Rubble," Jalaen replied quickly. "But it's for the best."

000

The five Kaleesh stepped out into the late afternoon sun of Belderone. Rubble drank the sun in, his blood warming and his heart lightening. Jalaen and Rojien looked happy to see the planet once again. Ronderu and Qymaen looked around, unsure.

"I see why you like this planet so much," Qymaen said at last. "It's beautiful."

Rubble nodded in agreement. "I wish the Temple was on this planet, rather than Coruscant. Here's got the best weather."

Rojien looked at the other Kaleesh, hoping that he just might see someone he knew. Jalaen and her family were quickly drawing attention. More and more Kaleesh stopped. After all, most of their race still believed that Jalaen had been killed. He heard his cousin's name many times in the murmurs.

An elder ran to greet Qymaen. "Generals Sheelal and Kummar! It brings happiness to see such great leaders alive and well."

Jalaen recognized the Kaleesh. "Galair!" she exclaimed. "It's splendid to see you again."

"And you too, Jalaen," Galair grinned. "I didn't believe a word about your death. I always told the others, 'She's a General who's defeated a Sith lord. It'll take more than a few blasters and droids to bring her star down.'"

"I'm glad," Jalaen replied.

"And Rojien phi Kyrir. Still out with Jalaen, I see," Galair added.

"Actually, we're engaged," Rojien said, holding Jalaen close.

"An excellent match. The way you worked together to free us slaves, this was a match made by the gods," Galair assured Qymaen. "But what brings you here?"

"The murder of Wat Tambor, unfortunately," Ronderu said. "We were 'guests' in his house for some time. Jalaen caused his untimely death."

"But the riddance of the major Separatists is much enjoyed," Rubble interjected.

"Do you need a place to stay?" Galair asked. "I've got a large apartment at my disposal. I'd be happy to allow three Generals and a Jedi into my home."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Galair," Ronderu replied. "I'm afraid we can't say no."

Rubble turned in the direction of a space port. "I'm sorry, but I must leave for the Temple," Rubble replied. "Do not leave this planet until I have explained the deaths of the Separatist council. Then I'll come back. You need to lie low, Jalaen."

The Kaleesh nodded. "Bye, Rubble," Jalaen hugged her cousin. "I wish I could come with you, but my duties lie here. I'll save the last Kaleesh slaves."

Rubble saw a figure in Jedi robes, heading towards the space port. "I will come back here, I promise." Then he turned his back on the few Kaleesh he loved the most.