"One life Goes, Another Life Comes"

Residential District

Angel City

Muffled sounds of gunshots and death screams continued to fly past Kanan's ears as he progressed through the streets of the infamous Angel city. He and VT have been searching for C1-10P and Hera for hours, but so far the only thing they even ran into were billboards low enough to disrupt VT-s optics and cars subject to a penalty ticket.

Kanan was about to give up on the residential district and move on when Vesta suddenly broadcasted his discovery inside his chassis. "Hold on pilot Jarrus. I have detected a suspicious thermal signature. Its shape does resembles a twi'lek. I recommend we check it before proceeding to the harbour district." Suggested the Vanguard class Titan.

"If you say so." Kanan replied. "This better not be another random peasant." He muttered under his breath as he stepped on both pedals under his boots, allowing Vesta to stomp forward in a slow but firm pace. Keeping his eyes pinned on the next corner of the street constantly, he cautiously moved VT's chassis closer and closer to the heat signature of the anomaly.

The only noise in the block was from Kanan and VT. It's too quiet. Thought Kanan. VT remained silent, as his programming didn't allow him to speak excessively.

"Keep an eye out Vesta. Tell me right away if anyone comes." Kanan ordered and jettisoned himself out of VT's chassis, sending him flying onto the ceiling of the building his HUD led him to. With a solid grip on his semi-auto weapon, he crept past a doorway and headed deeper into the building.

He was eager to shout out and hope for someone to respond, but Angel City was strict hostile territory and Kanan knew it better than any of his squad mates, so he kept his mouth shut. Soon a soft but seemingly agonising moan came out of nowhere, alerting both Kanan and Vesta. "Shit. That doesn't sound good." Commented Kanan.

"I agree. I have picked up a second life signature but its position is...quite...strange." Replied Vesta as he tried to determine the cause of the sudden surge of the suspect's mass. And as much as it's a logical thing to do, Vesta decided not to tell Kanan that, unknown to him, the suspect is probably pregnant.

Kanan was at the second floor when he finally discovered the origin of the heat signature. A seemingly wounded twi'lek sat uncomfortably beside a desk, with both her hands pressing down on her unusually corpulent belly. She was too weak to even mutter a single word, and Kanan found out why after examining her quickly.

She's carrying a child, and it's gonna come out any minute now.

"Vesta, I'm gonna be occupied! Contact C1-10P and tell him we need a pickup now!" Kanan ordered sharply and reached for the twi'lek, only ot be stopped when she gripped on his palm tightly, gesturing to be careful with her wounds. "Kanan...Kanan..." She whispered.

"What is it?" The SRS pilot didn't even bother to ask how the twi'lek could say his name out of nowhere, even when he never sprayed his name on his armour or wore a dog tag around his neck. In fact it didn't take a second for him to realise the twi'lek was Hera, his long lost wife. But Kanan was too frightened and worried about her condition to yell out her name in return.

"I'm about...to...deliver..." She muttered in immense pain.

Kanan froze. As a pilot he's trained to handle almost all kinds of cases and injuries one might sustain on the frontline, all except how to safely deliver a child. His child. "Vesta, I need access to some medical files. Can you do it for me?" He shouted.

"As you wish, pilot Jarrus." Replied the Titan as he quickly initialised a search within his programming and protocols, hoping to find something that matches the needs of his companion. But as he did he was interrupted when his comms suddenly fizzed, followed by the audio of an unknown Titan.

"This is VT-10, Militia SRS. Identify yourself." He instinctively demanded and scanned the area once more, as he knows well the process may take up to hours.

"VT-01, this is C1-10P, Saber Corps, Militia SRS. I have detected incoming IMC reinforcements, ETA 20 minutes." Replied the Titan on the other end of the line as VT shifted his optics to the horizon, allowing him to spot a fleet of four IMC capital ships in the distance. "I see them. Unfortunately I cannot move until Kanan's patient has safely delivered her child. Can you reach my position?" He asked, while hastily forming a plan to counter the IMC infantry about to flood all of them out.

He managed to calculate that the ships are going to touch down at the edge of the district and work their way up till every Militia in sight is either dead or captured, block by block, and even though a Titan alone could take down a whole company of IMC troops, a fleet of them was just too much even for a killing machine like him. He decided that he's going to simply defend his position as long as possible, or at least until his new ally decides to answer his plea and come to the rescue.

"I will. However, I must remind you that the odds of the all of us surviving is less than 9.2 percent, in case you haven't already done the math." The Ronin-class Titan responded, and swiftly powered up its hover thrusters to save a few steps. At the same time, he transferred his power to his flight core, which will help utilise his cluster rockets in case he needed them to get his human friend out of a jam.

"Come on Hera, you can make it!" Kanan said in encouragement as Hera pushed herself even harder to get the job done sooner. It was the most painful moment of her life, probably even more than the time she and Kanan made out sometime before the battle of Demeter, or when she was scorched by the massive explosion there that almost burnt through Chopper and resulted in her getting third degree burns.

She grimaced and held her fists tighter, completely oblivious that the worst wasn't even getting close: the IMC fleet have now reached their landing Zone, and through VT's optics Kanan found out he's already engaged in a David versus Goliath battle against the bulk of the IMC infantry. "Pilot Jarrus, how much longer do you need?" He asked plainly.

"Almost there!" The SRS pilot yelled out in return, while keeping his eyes pinned on Hera to make sure things go smoothly, and hopefully, quickly as well. He needed no Vanguard class Titan to tell him that the IMC were closing in, as the gunfire outside has already told him that.

Moments later he was welcomed by the sight of a soaked infant hybrid lying between Hera's legs. He scrambled for his jacket in his backpack, and carefully picked up the infant and carefully wrapped it. "Is this a boy or a girl?" He asked.

"No idea." Hera panted breathlessly. "I...huh...never checked."

"From its biological appearance and behaviour, I can assume your offspring is a female hybrid of human and twi'lek. Congratulations." VT replied with his same old voice, but at the same time his optics detected something else, something that would kill Hera if it wasn't treated properly on time. "However, I must remind you that your partner has suffered massive external trauma. The chances of her survival is 38% and dropping."

Kanan managed to keep himself from screaming for help and scanned Hera's body hurriedly, only to find a huge patch of red flowing out of her gut. "Sorry...dear, I...guess I wasn't careful...enough...when I...ran into...the IMC..." She stuttered and weakly lifted her hand to grab Kanan's forearm, while all Kanan could do was do his best to hold back his tears about to burst out from within his helmet.

"You look after Angel...I'll...be...watching..." She requested despite the crazy amount of purple liquid flowing out of her stomach and mouth. "...up...there..." Barely able to finish her sentence, her world went blank, for good.