Mitka and Aric walked hand in hand to the bank Malavai Quinn had indicated on his letter. Aric still wasn't cleared for active duty, he walked with a faint limp from the injuries he sustained when they had assaulted the dreadnaught.

"How are you holding up?" She squeezed his hand, she had never been so scared then the moment she saw him bleeding out on the floor of their ship. Dorne had been quick and saved his life, although he still needed some physical therapy to get back to being 100%.

"I'm all right, we're just going for a walk then grabbing drinks with your brothers, nothing too strenuous." The last part of his statement held some bitterness. Mitka stopped him and gave him a kiss. Dorne had given him a list of activities he was to avoid due to them being too strenuous, at the top of that list was intercourse. Neither Mitka nor Aric could figure out if this was Elara's way of expressing her extreme displeasure with their relationship, or if it was a valid activity to avoid, or both. Regardless, they had managed to follow doctors orders out of fear of slowing Arics recovery, although it was getting harder every day.

"Easy Lieutenant, she's just doing her job, try to remember that she saved your life." He just grumbled at her with an annoyed look in his eyes.

They were in their civies so as not to call attention to themselves, although a Sith Purblood walking hand in hand with a Cathar was an oddity, even on Nar Shaddaa. They had arrived early and still had two hours before Mitka was set to meet with her brothers on the Promenade. Of course Cohen had finally called for help he always did, he had a bad habit of getting in over his head and his siblings had a bad habit of bailing him out, every time.

When they reached the bank, she gave the teller the account number and her passcode, the teller blanched.

"I..I…I…I'm sorry, there's already a person, a..a.. woman, with those credentials in that vault…my..my..my Lord."

"What do you mean?"

"Please don't kill me!" The man squeaked trying to sink himself behind his desk.

"Look, I'm not a si.."

Jorgan put an hand on Mitka's arm, "You should take us to the vault before she gets angry."

The bank teller bobbed his head up and down and motioned for the two to follow him. It was only then that Mitka took in her surroundings. The bank, although technically neutral, was swarming with Imperial uniforms and dark Sith robes. This particular banks largest clientele came from the Empire.

"Try to look angry. My Lord." Aric whispered in her ear. She realized she was staring rather wide eyed at another red skinned Sith, the skin flaps that hung around his mouth and his chin were adorned with rich gold jewelry. There wasn't a part of him that didn't have ornamentation. Mitka realized most of the Purebloods adorned their faces, she realized she stuck out. The Sith looked at her then to Aric with a look of utter disdain, yet he cocked his head to her in a marginally respectful manner. She mimicked his gesture and put on her best arrogant high and mighty imperial face and walked on, trying to ignore the stares she was earning.

She dismissed the bank employee when they reached the vault, when he was out of view her and Aric pulled out the hold out blasters in their boots. Mitka entered the code and let the door slide open, blaster pointing forward. She didn't expect what she saw.

Sitting in the corner, was a woman, a young woman, with long red hair, crying. She looked up, her face red and puffy, her bright blue eyes blood shot from the tears. She gasped, and got to her feet, hands raised. Mitka couldn't help but feel like she was being analyzed.

"Mitka?" Oriah could see her mother in the pureblood in front of her, but her hair was cut short, chin length, simply. Her skin was a coppery tone and not the deep red of her mother and grandfather, she wore no jewelry. Her eyes were yellow, but the shape was the same shape as her and Marek's, her father's eyes. She was also holding a blaster and not a lightsaber, her father's journals had indicated his eldest daughter was force blind.

"Who's asking?" Oriah laughed a little, her mother's voice, but with a decidedly Republic accent.

"Your sister."

Mitka slowly lowered her pistol, Aric followed suit, the girl in front of her was unarmed, so far as she could tell. It had never even dawned on Mitka that her biological parents would have gone on to have more children. Mitka could only star at the beauty on front of her, were they really related? By blood?

"Oriah Elizabeth Quinn" She offered. "but please call me Oriah."

"Mitka Quinn Riggs, call me Mitka. This is Aric Jorgan" Mitka responded numbly.

"What exactly are you doing here, Oriah?" Aric had come up beside Mitka, still suspicious.

Oriah blushed and flustered, "Truth be told, I came here to rob you, I need the credits. The safety deposit box has retina and fingerprint scans though. You're a Cathar aren't you? I've never met a Cathar before! It's a pleasure!" She offered her hand to the grumpy and suspicious Lieutenant.

"Why would you need to rob me? I thought your family was rich? At least that's what the letter implied" Mitka walked over to the box inspecting the security console. A shadow crept over the red heads face.

"I'm not going back. Whatever it takes, I'm not going back. Force blinds don't do well in our family." There was desperation and bitterness in her voice.

"No kidding." Mitka turned to the console and pressed her thumb to the pad and let the light scan her eye. The small box swung open and a container holding three cred sticks stood waiting. She stared at them, still processing the information. Her mother had abandoned her, wanting her dead even, and now her second daughter was running as fast as she could to get away from her. The feelings of abandonment she had held her entire life lessened somewhat. She grabbed the cred sticks and handed one to Oriah. There was one thing left in the safety deposit box, a small printed picture, of a handsome man with black hair in a crisp Imperial uniform, blue eye, with small moles on his cheek, holding a tiny red baby wrapped in a familiar blanket. His face was sad, despite the very slight smile he had offered the photographer. She turned the picture over, and scrawled on the back, in the same elegant calligraphy from her letter, Papa and his little dream. She finally knew what he looked like.

Once away from the bank Aric pulled Mitka aside. "Mit, I know you don't want to hear this, but what if this is a trap? You're CO of Havoc with a mission to take out General Rakton, she's Imperial. We can't take her with us, you know that right?"

Mitka had considered this, but her gut was telling her this girl was who she said she was, and Mitka wasn't about to abandon her on the smuggler's moon. "I know, I know Aric, and she won't be coming with us, I was thinking Aaron or Cohen might be able to take her to Republic space. I can't explain it, I trust her, look at her, she looks like him, like me in certain ways. I'm not leaving her." Aric just nodded at her and they made their way to the Slippery Slope Cantina.