When Kitty Zalia-Revel-Kallig, incredibly grouchy Sith Assassin currently involved in 'Sith Warfare', returned from Corellia, the battleground and nearly the site of her victory, the 33-year-old Sith Lady was met by the sight of Ashara, her former Jedi crew member, chasing Talos, her Imperial Reclamation Service Lieutenant, who was attempting to catch the 3-year-old they'd been left babysitting.

Kitty sighed. "Honestly, can't Andronikos and I even go out and defeat a powerful Dark Lord in peace these days?" She complained, scooping up Avrria, her daughter, and handing her to her husband, Andronikos, who was standing behind her.

Khem and Xalek, her less patient crew members, sighed. They'd been planning the murder of the loud young Jedi and the Imperial, and the return of their Master had ruined that.

"Anyway, I have to go to Korriban and finish that son of an Aak Dog off!" Kitty explained, referring to Darth Thanaton, her enemy. "So, look after Avie, okay? Because if anything at all happens to her, someone will die, slowly and painfully. If they get lucky, understood?" She said as Andronikos handed Avrria back to Ashara.

Ashara shuddered. Kitty Revel was the definition of an over-protective parent.

Later, as Darth Nox strode back onto her ship with all of her companion's chattering excitedly about her victory and her promotion, Avrria was sleepily clinging to her father, muttering and babbling about 'Sithies'.

Kitty gave a small but proud smile. Her daughter was, to her, the definition of adorable. Also, since Avrria was already at least slightly familiar with Sith traditions, her adorable child would be her very powerful heir, she decided.

That way, her family would never crumble or forget their own name, having to fight for their inheritance, like they had before she came along. She'd find somewhere, a stronghold or powerhouse of sorts, and train her and her other apprentice to maintain her legacy.

Generally speaking, Kitty wasn't one for 'settling down', much preferring to run around the galaxy killing people and causing trouble.

However, Kitty was now done with having to kill people for power (she considered it more of a past time these days), and she was also done with the dull weather and equally tedious political situations living on Dromund Kaas brought.

Starting a family now, as well as, though unlikely to admit it, getting old, Kitty had decided for once to follow the advice she had often been given, and get herself a house, rather than permanently living on her ship.

She had arranged for her cult to 'purchase' a large mansion what came closest to Nar Shaddaa's desirable area. There were Hutts, of course, but she could always feed them to Khem.

In the meantime, she had a power base, full of powerful Sith artefacts and furniture that would have been expensive if Kitty had bothered paying. A grin spread across the Sith woman's face as she settled in the large black armchair of her new sitting room. This was what people called a win-win situation.

Now, she decided, looking down at the sleeping toddler in her lap, she could train and care for her daughter in peace.