So, I've had a bad week and I just wanted to gt this out there. Thanks everyone for your continued support! I've been kinda struggling with school and looking forward to Fall Break! Yay!

Please, just this once, no fire on the comments. You can chew me up next chapter, this not this one. Thanks, guys.

Enjoy!

This was a bad idea. He could get hurt. It's dangerous. He's still recovering. All these thoughts swirled through Hera's head as she sat in the common room of the Ghost blankly staring at the walls. Ezra had left her to her own thoughts—a bad idea at this point—about the mission he had accepted. It scared her to the bone to think that her son could get hurt, or worse, on this mission.

She looked around the empty ship and Chopper silently charging in the corner. It was strange—almost spooky—to see the Ghost as quiet and empty. All her crew were gone.

Sabine had returned to ask for help in the battle against the Empire from her Mandalorian family. Ezra was busy perfecting his inquisitor disguise and Zeb was working with Rex and Kallus to plan their next attack on the Empire. Strangely, Kanan had disappeared as soon as Ezra left the medcenter. Hera hadn't seen him since and was starting to get worried.

"Hera?"

The twi'lekk looked up to see Ezra towering over her seat. Even standing up, the adult almost doubled her height. It often made their interactions slightly awkward as he stared down at her and she looked up. She remembered a time when he could look him in the eye…

"How does it look?"

That broke her from her thoughts. She looked over her son's disguise with a critical eye and mentally cringed.

The black painted armor (courtesy of Sabine) had an intimidating—almost threatening—look to it, paired with a dark helmet hiding his features and a shoulder pad sporting the Imperial symbol. She shivered as dark memories of Ezra's time serving the dark side threatened to take over, but she chased them away and forced herself to smile.

"It looks good on you," she managed. "Very Imperial."

Despite the helmet, Hera could tell that his face fell. "You're worried, aren't you"

Hera shrugged. "Why would I be worried?" she challenged. "You have this under control."

Ezra slipped off his helmet and tossed it onto the couch. He drew closer and laid his cybernetic hand on Hera's growing stomach. "What about her?" he asked.

Hera laid her hand on top of his. Their eyes met. "She'll be fine."

"She misses her dad," Ezra muttered under his breath.

The pilot turned away. "I know." She felt a kick. "I think she'll miss you, too," she said with a smile.

Ezra smiled gently. "Did you come up with a name?"

She shook her head. "All I can come up with is Pricilla or Penelope."

Ezra made a face. "Not the best names," he decided.

"What about Pollyanna?"

He shook his head. "Give it time. You'll come up with something." He glanced at the holoclock and sighed. "I gotta go," he admitted. "My shuttle is leaving soon. I don't think Wedge wants to be late." His blue eyes narrowed and his face grew serious. "You'll let the others know if something is wrong, right? Sabine is on her way and Robin is still on the Ghost. Maybe if Chopper would unplug. If you feel anything, let him know, okay?"

Hera nodded. a smile crept onto her lips. "You sound as bad as I do," she decided.

Ezra sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry," he muttered.

Hera gently reached to cup his cheek in her hand. their eyes met. "You be safe, okay?"

Ezra nodded. he grabbed his helmet off the seat and slipped it on in an attempt to hide his silent tears. He started for the airlock, waving a final time to Hera before disappearing.

Hera sighed as her son disappeared. Silently, as silly as it sounded, she prayed to the Force to keep her son safe. Just to bring him home. Please.


Closer you are. Good. Feel the Force. Guide you it will.

Kanan frowned as he slowly felt his way along the walls to the Phantom II. That same familiar voice echoed through his head as he moved along in darkness.

Closer and closer you get, yes? Keep going you should.

He stepped into the Phantom II and stepped forward to feel the pilot's seat. He sat down and let the Force guide his hands as he hesitantly started up the ship's engines. Why was he even doing this? why was he even following some crazy voice in his head? sure, he had heard it back in the medcenter earlier that day when Ezra, Hera, and general Dodona were arguing about something, but he just assumed that he was going crazy or was dreaming. He was wrong. Now the voice had gotten louder and more intrusive, drowning out all other sounds. If he did something that the strange voice disliked, it would yell at him until he did the right thing. that had led him to the Phantom.

He guided the ship out of its place in the Ghost and into the cold, dark void.

Good. Doing good you are. Learn quickly you do. Go to Dagoba you must. Leave soon you will. Understand, do you?

Kanan absently nodded. He set the navicomputer to Dagoba. He breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he felt a familiar jerk forward. He had jumped into hyperspace and was on the way to the mysterious planet of Dagoba.


Hera, finding herself alone, slumped down on a bench, suddenly drained of energy. She heard a sting of binary from Chopper who had just finished charging. She sighed and slowly let her eyes drift closed. She jerked awake when she felt something wet against her leg. Chopper beeped an indignant comment.

Slowly, lacking motivation, she got to her feet, slightly struggling under the weight, size, and over all awkwardness of her pregnant stomach. She felt the young child inside her kick.

"I know," she muttered to her unborn child. "I miss your father and uncle too."

Another kick, followed by a small stomach cramp.

She frowned and patted her stomach. "What's wrong, baby?"

The cramps increased and Hera groaned. As she doubled over with pain, realization hit her: she was going into labor.


Kallus pushed the door to the fridge shut and picked up his plate of cold lasagna. After the long meeting about planning an attack on the Empire, his usually small appetite had demanded some lunch. He had denied the chance to train with Zeb and Rex. Instead, he skipped the cafeteria and grabbed some leftover dinner from the last night. It was a shock that Bridger hadn't eaten all of the food, knowing the adult's tremendous appetite. It was a wonder he survived on the streets for so long.

Kallus nearly dropped his plate when Chopper rushed into the kitchen, beeping madly.

"Slow down," he snapped angrily. Over time, the outdated droid had gotten on his nerves. Say what you like about the Empire; at least their droids had respect.

Chopper continued to beep franticly, too fast for Kallus to understand.

"I can't understand you."

Finally, he paused and continued to relay his message at a more reasonable speed.

It made Kallus's mood fall. He dropped his food and ran to the common room just in time to see Hera double over with pain. all his first-aid training from the Empire kicked in and he rushed to her side, helping her stand and looking for wounds. He frowned when he saw the size of her stomach.

Hera hadn't seemed like the one to over eat, especially to that extent. He had understood—but never experienced—the habit of stress-eating. Many overweight Imperial officers had a habit much like it and tended to hog much of the cafeteria food to themselves. It proved to be quite a bother.

Then again, he had seen her and Kanan together many times. Perhaps…

His mood dropped even lower when he realized that Hera had gone into early labor.

He pulled out his commlink and called for help, trying to stay calm and comfort the soon-to-be mother.

The one-time Kanan had to be out and Ezra wasn't home…was the one-time Hera would be having a baby.

He muttered a curse under his breath.

Why him? Why now?

Poor Kallus. I feel so bad for him. Sorry, dude. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Alright, so I need an evil OC. Any suggestions? Review and let me know. Thanks for your continued support!

May the Force be with you!

-Spector7 out