Author's note: At last, the wedding! Hope you all enjoy.
I have good news and bad news. The good news is I have finally been approved to work full time. The bad news is this means less time to write and post. On the up side, I seem to be pretty prolific when I do have time and the chapters will continue to be rather lengthy. I actually stopped to post this one before it reached over thirty pages; I had intended it to go straight through the wedding night. Alas, that will have to wait until the next, which will include the honeymoons as well. I thought it might flow better that way.
I promise I will continue to post regularly, although it might be every two weeks instead of once a week. Thanks for hanging in there. Please continue your feedback, I appreciate any and all comments!
Always, LJ
"I should have eloped," I groused, pacing around the apartment. Revan and Mission were with me, cheerfully eating a second breakfast. I spun on my heel and glared at the pair of them. "Why did I allow you two to talk me into this useless waiting?"
"Because you love us, Aunt Dree," Mission said sweetly, finishing her eggs with relish.
I'd already eaten. Sparingly, to be sure, but I'd managed to get a most of it down. I wasn't nervous about getting married at all. It was the sitting around, waiting for the ceremony and not being allowed to do one thing to prepare for it that was driving me to pace around Atton's apartment. That, and the fear something would go wrong. I had had a bad feeling since I had woken up that I couldn't shake.
We had all spent the night at the Mandalore's home, and Jennet, Lorna, Mira, Megari and the rest had firmly shooed the three of us out the door after feeding us and said someone would be by to pick us up later. Mira promised to come and do our hair and makeup. We were expecting her in a few hours.
"Calm down, Dree," Revan said soothingly. "I trust your instincts, but even Visas hasn't reported any upcoming disaster. Jennet said she spoke to Canderous and everything's fine."
"Something happened last night, I know it," I said irritably. "I wish I knew what it was. Are the men back yet?"
"I have no idea, but they're big boys," Annie said firmly. "They can take care of themselves, and would have let us know if they needed us. Now eat some more and quit worrying."
I sat and sipped a cup of coffee, accepting a piece of fruit from Mission. I ate it slowly, savoring the sweet tartness and breathed deeply to release tension. After a moment, I felt better.
"I'm sorry," I murmured to my fellow brides. "I don't know why I feel this way. But you're right, we would have heard something if the boys got into any trouble."
"That's the spirit," Annie said approvingly. "You just need to relax. The massage therapist will be here in a few minutes; that's just the ticket."
"I just had one yesterday," I protested.
"And you'll get one again today," Annie said firmly. "It's my treat, and it'll help, trust me."
"All right," I said, capitulating with a smile. "Why do you put up with me?"
"Because it's usually me prowling around like a caged cat, and you've never let me down yet," Annie grinned.
"True enough," I laughed.
The door buzzed, and Mission hopped up to let the massage therapist in. Swiftly setting up her portable table, she went to work on Annie first, Mission and I sipping coffee at the small dining table and chatting. She spent a good hour and a half on each of us, pounding out knots and sore muscles. Mira arrived halfway through my turn, and set to work on Annie as soon as she emerged from the shower. When I slid off the table, I was ordered to drink a large glass of water, relax for about a half hour, then take my turn in the 'fresher. I did so, watching Mira fuss over my best friend with amusement.
Soon it was my turn, and Mira again worked her magic. When she was done, I stood in the small bedchamber in front of the only full length mirror and stared in wonder. She had done a lovely job with the makeup, hardly looking like I wore any, but somehow the green of my eyes held a hint of blue, complimenting the silvery blue-gray of my gown. My hair was done in a smooth upsweep that added height, a few locks teased out in long ringlets to soften the effect. In a burst of creative genius, she had somehow pinned Atton's brooch at the crown, suggesting a tiara. I wore no other jewelry but my engagement ring, but the dress needed none. I looked taller and shapelier than I was, and for once really felt beautiful.
Annie swept in, and smiled in the mirror behind me.
"You are so lovely, Dree," she said softly. "Atton will be so proud."
I smiled at her reflection. "I can't wait to see Carth's face when he sees you," I returned the compliment. "I've never seen you look more beautiful."
She looked perfect in her gold/green gown, the skirt trailing prettily and the sleeves fluttering almost to the hem. Her hair had been done half up from her face, caught in wide ribbon of matching material at the crown to fall in a mass of curls to below her bared shoulders. I inspected her from head to toe and pronounced her perfect.
"Now…" I said consideringly, "Where is it? Ah, I know!" I plunged a hand through a slit that was invisible to the casual observer and touched her lightsaber that was strapped to her upper thigh. The fullness of the skirt and the drape of the rich fabric kept the shape of it from poking through.
"Very good," Annie laughed. "But yours isn't on your thigh, I'd bet my life of it. Or in an ankle holster, not with those shoes. So the only place is…" she slipped a hand under the drape of fabric at the small of my back and laughed. "That's incredible, you can't see a thing."
"You found it," I pointed out.
"Yes, but only because I know you'd never marry without your lightsaber on your person, even without robes," she said with a knowing smile.
"Nor would you," and we grinned conspiratorially.
Mission was being painted still so we had to wait to see her in her finery. When she emerged from the bedroom we sighed in appreciation.
Her wedding clothes were much like she had worn the night before, but in a gorgeous deep teal that set off her pale blue skin. She wore a headdress of blue, silver, gold and clear crystals that allowed her Lekku to flow freely over her shoulders. The skirt skimmed her toes and was a modest sarong style that left her navel bare but hid her long legs. She looked as fresh and lovely as a newly blossomed rose and blushed at our compliments.
The door buzzed again and Jennet whirled in, chirping happily at our appearance.
"The guys sent flowers," she informed us excitedly. Kex was behind her, along with Dax, who looked none the worse for wear for whatever they'd been up to last night. I smiled brightly at him and he flushed a bit, smiled back briefly and looked away. Curious. They both carried large boxes and Jennet sported a third smaller one.
Ushered in, Jennet directed her guards to set them on the dining table. The Mandalorians then took position outside the door as Jennet bounced excitedly around the room.
"The speeder will be here in a half hour," she reported, pausing to shake a wrinkle from her skirt. She was wearing a dark blue dress I had seen once at a dinner when Carth and Canderous were hammering out details of the Mandoa involvement with the Republic. It fit only a little tight at the waist and I marveled again at how quickly she was recovering from Helen's birth.
"How is our favorite niece?" I asked to distract her.
"Wonderful," Jennet said brightly. "Lorna's with her now. I hope you don't mind that I'm bringing her to the ceremony?"
"Of course not," Annie said immediately. "Danni's coming too."
Mission had been inspecting the boxes and we all turned at her gasp. She was lifting two pretty wreaths made from pale cream and deep gold flowers with cobweb-like greenery. Her eyes were threatening to spill with tears.
"He remembered," she whispered. "Twi'leks wear ankle wreaths when they marry, and I had forgotten to order any. Oh, Annie," she said thickly. "I'm marrying the greatest guy in the whole galaxy!" She flung herself at her soon to be stepmother and burst into happy tears.
"I'd have to argue that one," she laughed gently. "I think I've got him. But his son is awfully close to it."
"Dry up, Mission," Mira said with teasing gruffness. "You'll ruin all my hard work."
"I'm sorry," Mission sobbed anew. "I'm just so happy!" She groped for a tissue and dabbed inexpertly at her eyes.
"Stop that," Mira ordered, taking the tissue and wiping gently. She towed Mission to a stool and repaired the damage with swift businesslike strokes of a makeup brush.
Meanwhile, Annie had opened her box and lifted a bouquet of creamy white Crysallis flowers, accented with green and gold ribbons and tiny yellow-gold rosebuds. The greens were delicate and feathery and the whole thing fell in a waterfall of fragrant blossoms.
"How lovely," I said. "How do you suppose he knew to order it with green and gold ribbons?"
"Probably the same way Atton got yours with silver and blue," Annie said with amusement, carefully lifting mine out of its box.
She was right, my bouquet was almost the same, but with silver and blue ribbons and the rosebuds in alternating pale gold and silver. I drew a finger across one; no, they were real, not silk or other artificial material. I wondered where in the universe the shop had managed to find roses that were silver.
"Mine's easy," I smiled and breathed the heady fragrance of the Crysallis flowers. "It matches my rings."
"I'll bet," Annie said with a mock suspicious look at Mira, "a little bird told him what color to get."
"Not me," Mira said promptly. "I think he just knows you well."
"You could be right," Annie said softly, her face going dreamy. "He really does."
Dax buzzed the door to announce the arrival of the speeder and we all trooped out. I wondered as we made our way to the Mandalore's estate how the guys were doing today.
"Do you think they suspect anything?" Dustil asked worriedly as he adjusted his cufflinks.
"They will if you don't shut up about it where anyone can hear you," Atton informed him, not unkindly.
They'd made it back an hour before, having gotten a surprising seven hours of sleep. It was less than an hour until the ceremony. The flowers and candles were all in place, and the grooms were almost dressed. Bao Dur, looking amazingly dapper in formal black suit and collarless soft gray shirt held closed at the neck with an onyx stud, had dressed already and was currently brushing Atton's new boots. Carth and Dustil's formal footgear were already polished and ready, waiting for their respective owners.
None of them intended to keep last night's adventure from their women for long, but they wanted nothing to spoil the ceremony and had agreed to keep mum until tomorrow. Stefan, Canderous, and the Jedi had all agreed this was a good plan. Buoyed by male conspiracy, the grooms and Bao Dur had cheerfully greeted Jennet, Mira, Visas, and the other females busily bustling about and scurried upstairs to shower and change.
"I was going to wear my dress uniform," Dustil said, tugging at his wine colored military-cut short suit jacket. His shirt was a pristine white with pearl buttons and an elaborate ascot. A slender vibrosword with a beautifully crafted basket hilt in a tooled leather sheath hung just so at his hip, a match to the one Carth carried. Neither of them had been Jedi long enough to have acquired a light saber. Snug fitting black pants ending mid calf completed his outfit. He reached for a knee high boot and started tugging it on with some difficulty. "But it didn't seem right to since I'll be leaving the service."
"The tailor did a good job," Carth assured his son, stooping to snag his shoes. "It was worth the extra to have it altered so quickly." In addition to his military dress uniforms, Carth owned a few sets of civilian formal wear, and had given the one he had packed to his son. As the two men were almost exactly the same height and build, it had needed only a little adjustment to make it a perfect fit, Dustil being slightly less broad through the chest and shoulders, and retaining some vestige of teenage slimness.
"Thanks, Dad," Dustil flashed him a smile. "I just want it to be perfect for her, you know?"
"Yeah, I do," Carth said, smiling back and swallowing his own nervousness. He'd dreamed of this day for five years, and now it was here, and he was as jumpy as he'd been on the day he'd married Morgana. He realized he'd laced his shoe wrong and patiently picked it out.
"You two keep that up and I'm going to go back to my apartment, grab Dria and make a break for Dantooine." Atton joked, shrugging into his coat and smoothing it over his shoulders. Bao Dur helpfully jumped up and tugged the back hard, settling the fabric. Atton glanced over his shoulder with a nod of thanks. Bao Dur winked and handed Atton the boot he'd been brushing, turning his attention to its mate. "Why did we ever think a triple wedding was a good idea?" He was almost dressed himself, lacking only his left boot. The charcoal coat fit closely over his torso, nipping in at the waist. It cut away in front, sweeping to the back of his knees. His royal blue collarless shirt was fastened with silver crystal studs, and at his throat was a moonstone. His 'saber was clipped to his belt.
"Because we won't have to go through this three times," Carth said promptly. "It was your idea."
"It was Revan's idea," Atton shot back. "But I thought it was a good one," he admitted.
"It is," Dustil said firmly, drawing himself up and glaring at his father and honorary uncle. "This is an important day not just for us, but the Order. We're the first Jedi to marry with their approval, if you recall. And Mission deserves a real wedding. So do Annie and Aunt Dree."
The two older men and Bao Dur stared at Dustil, startled at his vehemence.
"Hey, kid, we're just joking around, you know," Atton said soothingly. "Your dad and I just spent a small fortune on flowers and candles, after all. We're on your side."
"I'm sorry," Dustil said, slumping a little. "I'm just so nervous I'm about to snap. Is this normal?" he beseeched his father, looking a little wild around the eyes.
"Perfectly," Carth said with authority, putting a hand comfortingly on his son's shoulder. "I was petrified the day I married your mother."
"How about today?" Dustil asked, standing straighter and smiling ruefully.
"About the same," he admitted with a chuckle. "I loved your mother with all my heart, Son, but I was even younger than you when we married. I'm older and wiser than I was then, so I have more confidence in my choices. But yeah, I'm twitchy as a sleeping kath hound."
"What about you, Uncle Atton?"
Atton finished rebuttoning his jacket and smoothed his hair. He flashed a smile at Dustil. "There's only about three things that scare me now," he said quietly. "The top of that short list is losing Dria."
The four men exchanged knowing looks and finished dressing.
Bao Dur stood, tossing the boot to Atton. "The ladies should be here any minute," he said. "I'll go escort them to their places. I'll come get you three when it's time."
They all nodded, and the Zabrak headed downstairs. He had perfect timing; the speeder pulled up the back just as he reached the family room. Presenting his arm with a flourish, he carefully helped each of the brides from their transport. They filed one by one into the Mandalore's home and into the common area. He helped Jennet and Mira as well and backed away to allow Kex and Dax take the speeder to the garage.
Entering the common room, he was surprised to find Ladria standing alone in the large room, calm and serene as always. He looked closer and saw the faint nervousness that very few could detect. Her very stillness always tipped him off. Looking around carefully, he saw no one was within earshot.
"Are you all right, Ca'shaa?" he asked softly.
She didn't jump, or show any sign of startlement at all, but he knew she had not been really aware of his presence until he spoke. Her lovely green eyes met his and she smiled.
"You still call me that?" she asked, equally soft.
He smiled back. "Of course, at least in my mind. You'll always be a dear one to me."
"I'm glad of that," she said quietly.
"Well, I call Danni that too, so don't let it go to your head," he teased, and she laughed.
"Fair enough," she twinkled her eyes at him. "And what do you call Megari?"
"Mi'shaa," Bao Dur answered promptly, his eyes going soft. "Mine."
She went very still, cocking her head at him in that familiar way, and her lips curved into a quiet smile of genuine warmth. "I see," she said, and he knew she did. "That's perfect."
"Where are the others?" the Iridonian looked around, puzzled.
"Jennet and Mira went outside to make sure everything was in place," Ladria reported. "Revan and Mission are talking to Lorna."
"And you are here alone, why?"
"I just…need a moment." She said, a slight frown marring the delicate lines of her face. "I've had this feeling all day…." She shook her head. "I just thought something happened last night, that's all. It seems I was wrong."
Bao Dur was grateful she wasn't looking at him at the moment; it gave him time to school his face. She wasn't trying to sense with the Force, either, which made him believe that whatever she thought was wrong, she didn't want to deal with it today of all days. All to the good; she didn't need to know the story yet. He smiled gently and sought to reassure her.
"Brides are always nervous," he said. "So are grooms. You ought to see the trio upstairs."
"They're okay?" she asked anxiously.
"Perfectly fine," he answered firmly.
She sighed in relief and smiled again. "I'm just being silly," she confessed.
"Never," Bao Dur said. "Just worrying about everyone else as usual. I forbid you to do that again today, General."
She looked at him, grinned unexpectedly and saluted, shifting the bouquet to her left hand. "Aye, Major."
"I haven't been a major for sixteen years," Bao Dur laughed.
"And I," she retorted, "haven't been a General for just as long. I've told you to use my name."
"Funny," he smiled. "I thought I was."
She regarded him a moment, taking in his tall form. "I haven't told you how handsome you look," she said. "You always do clean up well."
"Thank you, General. May I say you are a most beautiful bride?"
"Thank you," she said, blushing faintly.
He took two steps and took her hands, careful not to crush the flowers, hardly aware of his intentions until he did so. He found himself asking, "May I have the privilege of being the first to kiss the bride?"
"I'm not married yet," she said quietly.
"Then let me be the last one." Without waiting for permission he bent and kissed her very softly, letting his lips explore hers gently. He felt her tremble slightly and for just a moment relished that he still had an effect on her. He would always love her, he knew that. But it wasn't a kiss of possession; it was one of farewell. He had a future now, and she was taking hers in both hands.
He let her go carefully, stepping away a pace and allowing her a moment to collect herself. He was suddenly afraid she might be angry, but when he looked her in the eye she was smiling, her lips quivering just a little.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I told Atton once I would stand by him when he claimed you. I can't tell you how happy I am that day is here," Bao Dur said with complete sincerity.
"I hope," Ladria said, regaining her equilibrium, "that we will be there for you, when the day comes. Will it be soon, do you think?"
"I haven't asked her yet," he said with a chuckle. "But yes, Force willing, in time. I can't imagine my life without her, or Danni. She's…the part I was missing, but didn't know it until she was there."
"That's wonderful," she said warmly, a light of joy for him in her eyes. "You of all people deserve love."
"I could say the same for you. Now, go find your fellow brides and I'll go fetch the grooms. It's time."
"Shoo," she said, waving him off and laughing. "I'm ready now."
For a split second they stared at each other, each recalling the last time she had said those words. He could tell she hadn't meant to but didn't apologize or attempt to take them back. With a nod and smile of understanding, Bao Dur turned and went to collect his charges.
Revan, Ladria and Mission waited in the Mandalore's family room as the final preparations for their wedding were made. All three were quiet, although Mission was so excited she was practically vibrating. With a sudden flurry of noise, their female friends swept into the room, some squealing with approval at their first glimpse of the brides.
"We wanted to see you one last time before you join the ranks of old married ladies," Mira announced. "You all look fabulous."
"Thanks to you," Ladria said modestly with a sunny smile.
"All I did was enhance your natural beauty," Mira scoffed. "And find your dress, and did your hair, and…" she broke off, laughing, as Jennet elbowed her hard enough to make her sway.
"We wanted to make sure you were covered," Jennet said brightly. "You know that old superstition: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue."
Ladria and Revan looked puzzled, but Mission suddenly looked stricken. "I didn't think of that," she said.
"No worries," Mira soothed. "You have new and blue; so does Ladria." She nodded at both of their attire. "And we will provide borrowed." With a flourish, Visas handed each of them a lace handkerchief. Mira grinned. "Now, how about old?"
"My bracelets," Mission said, brightening. "Dustil found them in an antique store. So I have old."
"I have my light saber," Ladria said, getting into the spirit of things. "I don't know if it qualifies, but I've had it since I was a Padawan."
"Good enough," Mira approved. "Revan?" she cocked an eyebrow at her.
"My gown is new, of course," she said slowly. "But I don't really follow superstition."
"Let's not tempt fate," Ladria said quietly to her best friend. "I have what you need."
She looked significantly at Jennet, who stared blankly at her for a moment, then started with understanding. "Oh! Just a minute," she said, and dashed off, returning in a few minutes with a narrow box, which she handed to Ladria. She had slipped it to Jennet as they left the apartment, murmuring to her to put it aside until she asked for it.
"Annie," Ladria said softly, "I meant to give this back to you sooner, but things have happened so fast, and there was never a really good time. But this is yours. I kept it."
Revan stared at her friend for a long moment, trying to read what was in those fathomless green depths. With trembling fingers, she opened the box and stood so still she might have become a statue.
"Oh my gods, Dree…" she looked up, tears in her eyes. "How…?"
"You stopped using it when we hit the Unknown Regions," Ladria said quietly. "It was just sitting in your cabin and I palmed it. I didn't know why; I still don't, really. But I kept it with me all the time I was in exile. I couldn't use it of course; I was Force dead. But somehow, I couldn't let it go."
Revan's hands were shaking too badly to remove it from the box, so Ladria took it from her and held up the light saber, igniting it to show the pure pale blue blade. "Old, and blue," she said quietly, switching it off and putting it in Revan's hand. She clenched her fist around it reflexively.
"I don't know how…there's nothing…." Revan choked on her tears, and Ladria smiled gently.
"Just be happy, Annie," she said. "Use it well."
She clung to her friend fiercely, and Ladria was crying now, too, slow tears that slid down her cheeks and fell, sparkling like diamonds, before being lost in the shadows at their feet.
"I love you, Dree," Revan said, pulling back and sniffing.
"I love you too Annie," Ladria smiled. "Let's get married."
"Well," Mira said wickedly, "It might be a bit hard on our boys, but if that's really what you want, I can have a shuttle ready in ten minutes. You'll be on Onderon before anyone knows you're gone."
Revan and Ladria stared at her stupidly for a moment. Then the joke hit everyone at once, and the common room rang with delighted female laughter. Tears forgotten, Revan and Ladria allowed Mira to touch up their makeup and settled in to wait.
Revan and Ladria retreated to the kitchen when Lorna signaled that Carth was approaching to walk Mission down the aisle.
"Shoo, now," the tall Mandalorian woman said with a motherly smile. "We can't let the groom see the bride."
Neither woman cared too much about that, but obediently scurried out of sight, waving at Mission as the door swung shut behind them. Lorna slipped out to take a seat with the wedding guests.
Carth walked in a moment later, oblivious to the commotion his presence had caused. He caught sight of his ward and stopped in his tracks.
"Oh, sweetheart, you look beautiful," he said warmly. He strode over and kissed her forehead.
"Thanks Daddy," she said, hugging him tightly. "This is the best day of my life."
"Mine too, baby," he murmured. "I couldn't be prouder if I was your real father."
She pulled back and glared fiercely up at him. "You are my real father," she scolded. "In every way that matters. I only wouldn't let you adopt me because I knew I was going to marry Dustil. You gave me a home, and made me your daughter, saw me educated, and loved me as your own. My own parents didn't do that."
"I'm sure they did the best they could," Carth said diplomatically. "But it's been a joy to be your dad. No regrets?"
"None," Mission said firmly, knowing he was talking about Dustil. "I know what I want and where I belong."
"So determined, and so confident," Carth said admiringly. "You make me proud, sweetheart."
"So do you, Daddy," she smiled radiantly, and Carth felt a tightening in his chest. "I'm so glad you can marry Annie at last." She only called him Daddy when she was particularly emotional, and he loved hearing it.
"I guess…I do have one regret," she said, her face growing serious. "I wish Zalbaar was here."
"Me too, honey." Carth said simply. "At least you got to talk to him yesterday."
"Yeah. I guess the Wookies are doing a lot better, but they still will only let a few off-worlders visit. Dustil and I plan on stopping there for a couple of days on our honeymoon." She looked thoughtful, frowning slightly. "He's very happy for me, and says it's about time you married Revan. But, Dad…he seemed kind of sad. I feel awful for getting married when he can't be here."
"He would be the last to tell you to wait," Carth said firmly. "If he's sad, it's because he loves you and wishes his duty as Chieftain allowed him to be here. I'm certain it wasn't an easy decision to stay on Kashyyk, when his heart is with you today."
"I know you're right," Mission said wistfully. "And I understand, I do. It might be years before he feels he can leave Kashyyk even for a short trip. Even if we'd waited until next year like we'd planned, Zalbaar wouldn't have been able to make it. It's all right, and I told him that." She smiled, shaking off the melancholy, brushed imaginary dust from Carth's shoulder, and changed the subject. "You look very handsome…for an old guy," she teased.
He did. His dress uniform was perfection, his various medals arranged artfully on his chest. The white of the jacket was dazzling, the pants a sober black with a red stripe down each leg, the ceremonial sword a dashing touch. He stood tall, the picture of an officer and a gentleman.
"Thanks," Carth said dryly. "You sure that outfit is appropriate? Shows a bit more skin than a dad is comfortable with."
"It's positively frumpy compared to what Twi'leks usually wear to get married in," Mission retorted. "Don't be so fuddy-duddy." She reached out and touched his Hero of the Republic medal, which rested in a prominent spot, apart from the rest of his commendations.
"I still have mine," she said, suddenly quiet. "I was so confused why they gave a kid a medal, and scared they were going to take me away and put me in an orphanage. I loved you even then, but mostly stayed with you because I didn't want to be alone. But you and Revan were so nice to me, and treated me like your real daughter, that I started pretending you were my parents. And one day, I just realized you were." She hugged him again, careful not to wrinkle the uniform.
"Now, you be happy, okay? If this guy hurts you, I'll break his kneecaps," Carth said seriously, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"He's your son!" Mission protested, pushing him back to laugh into his eyes.
"And you're my daughter," Carth said firmly, but his mouth was twitching, trying to keep his face straight. "He can take care of himself."
"Well, so can I," Mission said stoutly. "You don't need to worry about me. Or Dustil," she added. "I'll take good care of him."
"I know you will, sweetheart," Carth said softly. "You've taken care of me all these years."
He offered his arm, and with a last kiss to her cheek, walked her down the aisle. The awe and joy on Dustil's face when he placed Mission's hand in his made his throat feel tight. He kissed his daughter's cheek again, then in a burst of emotion, hugged them both briefly before stepping away and taking his place between his children and Atton. Dustil grinned hugely at his father and Carth winked, regaining his poise. He glanced at Atton, who also winked, and Carth grinned at him. Bao Dur stood on Atton's right, tall and solemn-looking but with a merry twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
Then the music caught their attention again, and as one, Carth and Atton turned to meet their brides.
The first thing I saw when Annie and I started down the aisle were the flowers and candles. Literally thousands of blooms in various arrangements, draped over the back of the chairs, dripping off the arch in front of the dock, standing in elaborate holders at the front of the altar. There were loops of garlands marking the bridal path, and the candles! Blazing from every imaginable holder and stand, they lit up the evening with a soft brilliance that gave the golden illusion of late afternoon as the sun was setting. I gasped in wonder at the sight and knew in an instant that this was Atton's doing. My heart swelled at his thoughtfulness and desire to make this the most beautiful wedding ever seen.
Annie had sucked in her breath at the sight and we exchanged looks of pure delight before clasping hands and starting down the white silk runner to meet our grooms. I could hardly make them out through the brightness but saw Atton waiting, his face shining, a broad smile lighting his handsome face. I caught a glimpse of Carth similarly enchanted and saw Bao Dur's tall outline slightly behind Atton, half in shadow. Mission and Dustil were arm in arm and Jolee stood in front of the altar, authoritive in his dress robes. He smiled radiantly at us, teeth flashing white in the candlelight.
I stole a look at the audience and realized that every Jedi present, save the wedding party, were in their best robes, even Jennet, who must have changed. Canderous sat beside her in his dress uniform, Helen cradled in one arm, the other holding his wife's hand. The honor guard took up the entire row behind them. My former and current Padawan plus Stefan and Jerrel made up one side of the front row, Jennet and Canderous shared the other with Megari, Danni, Ju'hani, and Quatz. The Elders were behind the honor guard, and the rest of the Jedi, plus Lorna, filled the last of the seats.
Annie and I had agreed to walk down the aisle together, as neither of us had family to do the honors. She was my sister, and I hers, for all intents and purposes. As we made our stately way hand in hand down the row, each of us holding our bouquets in the opposite hand, I thought I caught a glimmer between us. I blinked hard and almost stopped walking.
"Annie," I whispered, "did you see that?"
She looked at me, her hazel eyes momentarily wide and startled. "It must have been a trick of the light," she said almost soundlessly.
It must have, I knew. He was dead, lost to darkness. It was impossible.
But for the barest moment, I thought I had seen Mak. And rather than terror, the sight gave me a sense of peace.
Whatever Annie wanted to believe, I was certain for just that second the Indomitable Trio were united again.
It was a shadow, nothing more, Revan told herself as she and Dree glided down the aisle. But a tiny part of her believed it had been Mak.
It couldn't have been, of course. He was dead, lost to the Dark Side, and nothing could redeem him now. She was almost angry that thoughts of her old friend and betrayer would intrude now on this happiest of days.
Her soul, however, knew that what they had both seen was true. For a heartbeat, Mak had joined his closest friends. The real Mak, the jokester and playmate, he of the quick mind and temper, confident and protective and full of fun. Whole and handsome and smiling.
But Carth was here now, waiting at the altar, and his tall handsome form eclipsed everything else. His face was shining, loving her so much it made her heart ache. She saw the glow intensify in his eyes as she drew near and took his hand, her look mirroring his, hardly believing she could claim him now. It seemed impossible that this moment was here, really here, that they were pledging their lives to each other with the Order's blessing.
Rest now, Mak, she thought. Go in peace. And she turned her face to the future.
The bridal music swelled again, and Atton watched Ladria and Revan slowly walk the forty or so meters from the back door of the house. His mind as always was busily taking in every detail, wanting to store each minute to pore over later. They were both radiant brides, he saw with almost clinical interest. Revan was a good half a head taller, her blonde-brown hair a shining halo, hazel eyes fixed on Carth and a half smile gracing her lips. She was beautiful, he acknowledged, with a wholesome loveliness; clear skin, sparkling eyes, pointed chin. Her face was fuller than Ladria's, and she was tall enough to have an imposing air about her. Her dress suited her to perfection, flashing green, then gold as the candlelight reflected off the silk. She seemed a little distracted for a moment, then turned her face toward Carth and positively glowed. Atton smiled, and then his attention was all for the woman next to Revan.
Dria had such presence that it was always a bit of a shock to realize how tiny she really was. Small boned and slender, the top of her head just reached his shoulder, but she carried herself with the unconscious grace of a queen. Her rich dark auburn hair, too red to ever be mistaken for brown, seemed to absorb then throw back the glow of the candles, a fiery counterpoint to the cool blue-gray of her dress. He loved the color on her, and the deceptive simplicity of its design. The neckline hugged her shoulders, emphasizing their delicate slope, the deep vee making him ache to trace his fingers along the pearly skin. He caught the flash of the brooch he had given her. Tucked into her flaming tresses, it enhanced her natural air of regal dignity. He marveled that she had chosen him, the most unworthy of subjects.
The two women parted, and Ladria's hand was in his. She smiled up at him, her green eyes sparkling, and her hand tightened. He squeezed gently back, drawing her closer and tucking her arm through his.
I love you, Dria, he thought to her. He hadn't tried the simple trick of communicating mentally with her before; when he'd taken her into her memories it had been more of a kidnapping. But if ever he wanted to share his thoughts, it was now.
And I love you, Atton, he heard her reply. They gazed at each other a moment, nothing else existing for an eternal heartbeat of time. Then as one they turned to Jolee.
"Today is a momentous occasion," Jolee spoke, his marvelous voice at once intimate to the three couples before him, and carrying enough for the audience to hear. "We gather as friends and family to join not one, but five of our brethren in matrimony. Six people I hold dear to my heart, who have shown courage and gallantry under circumstances that would break a lesser mortal. Make no mistake, my friends, the little one who stands alone among her Jedi family is no less worthy of our admiration; for all her youth she has survived and blossomed, and fought as hard as any for the freedom we share. You see before me six of the best reasons why we fight."
He paused, glancing out into the audience, as if daring anyone to contradict him. He smiled and continued. "But today is not about politics or battle. It is about the most basic of emotion – love. It is love that brings people together, the binding Force of the universe. It is what keeps us going when all seems lost, what gives us courage when we are afraid. It is what brightens the darkness and warms us when the universe grows cold. And it is the reason one heart speaks to another, and pledges itself for eternity.
"Love is the best motive for any action; to choose to unite with another because of love is the most sacred act of all. There is a reason it is called falling in love; the purest act of trust is to make that leap of faith. It's a moment when we are our most vulnerable. And yet it takes courage beyond what we think we are capable of. Love is what brings out the best in us all.
"These three couples have made that leap, and are here to pledge themselves to their chosen mate. They are an example to us all of what the power of love can accomplish. As the Force binds them together, they will live as one with their mate, forever one heart, one soul. Each are strengthened by the other, standing together to meet whatever challenge the Force brings their way."
He shifted his gaze, and to each it seemed he looked only at them. Jolee smiled and asked, "Dustil, Carth, Atton, do you take the woman you have chosen as your lawful wife, to love, honor and cherish, and be bound by the Force for eternity?"
"I do."
"Mission, Revan, Ladria, do you take the man you have chosen as your lawful husband, to love, honor and cherish, and be bound by the Force for eternity?"
"I do."
"I ask the men to repeat after me: I take you as my wife. I vow to love and honor you, through the light and darkness. I bind myself to you eternally in the Force, mind, body, and soul."
Almost as if they had rehearsed it, Dustil, Carth and Atton repeated the vows in perfect unison.
"I now ask the women to repeat: I take you as my husband. I vow to love and honor you, through the light and darkness. I bind myself to you eternally in the Force, mind, body, and soul."
Mission, Revan and Ladria repeated the vow, each locking eyes with their groom.
"Are there rings?"
A swift shuffling. Bao Dur handed Atton his and Ladria's, while Carth and Dustil produced their sets. Jolee blessed each set with solemn dignity.
"With this ring, I seal my vow. Wear it as a symbol of my love and devotion."
The vow was echoed first by the men, then the ladies, and Jolee spoke again.
"I ask the witnesses to stand forth."
Bao Dur, Revan, Carth, Dustil and Ladria stepped forward a pace. Jolee produced a datapad and each gave their palm print; Bao Dur and Revan for Atton and Ladria, Ladria and Dustil for Carth and Revan, Carth and Revan for Mission and Dustil. They watched as Jolee swiftly punched the correct buttons to transmit the data. He looked up and smiled, giving each groom a rolled parchment hard copy of their wedding lines.
"These unions have been witnessed and documented by civil and spiritual law. What the Force has brought together, let no one break apart. By the power of the Jedi Order, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the Force be with you, always." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "And now the best part. Grooms, you may now kiss your brides. Make me proud, boys."
The onlookers laughed, and each of the men chuckled briefly before they obeyed. It was a very long moment before Jolee cleared his throat pointedly and the couples broke apart, glowing with happiness.
"I present to this company Jedi Dustil Morgan Onasi and his wife Mission Vao Onasi, Jedi Admiral Carth Tobias Onasi and his wife, Master Revan Antoinette Onasi, and Jedi Knight John Atton Rand and his wife Master Ladria Windbreak Rand."
The cheers that rose into the night might not have been as loud as when Jennet and Canderous wed, but they were no less enthusiastic. The three newly wedded couples swept down the aisle, followed by their guests.
The receiving hall had been transformed into a fairyland of flowers and candles. The large dining table had been pushed against one wall, overflowing with delicacies, the sideboard set up as an impromptu dessert buffet. A huge wedding cake dominated one table that was festooned with garlands of flowers, mostly in various shades of white, cream, ivory and gold. One corner was dedicated to beverages, and small tables dotted the huge floor. A long rectangular table was reserved for the bridal party.
I was amazed at the lavishness of the décor and almost embarrassed by the excess, but it was so beautiful and Atton was so obviously pleased with the effect that all I could do is smile, kiss him soundly, and thank him for everything.
"I haven't even given you a wedding gift," I said guiltily, and he laughed.
"You agreed to marry me, Dria," he said, kissing me again. "I can't top that, so my poor offerings will have to do."
"You know, I think I liked it better when I thought you were broke," I teased, only half joking. "Enthusiastically generous Atton will take some getting used to."
"I like to spoil you," he shrugged. "It's fun, and I love to see that little wrinkle between your eyes when you're trying not to scold me."
I touched the spot reflexively and he laughed again. "See, it's there again. My little worrywart." He kissed that spot and turned to greet our guests.
Carth and Revan headed the receiving line, with Dustil and Mission, then Atton and me. With only thirty six guests, it didn't take long to receive everyone's congratulations and get down to the serious business of celebrating. I took special care to thank Jolee for conducting the ceremony, and he smiled as he shook Atton's hand and kissed my cheek.
"I was inspired," he said whimsically. "The five of you have done more to change the Order for the better than anyone. If you hadn't convinced the Order to abandon its usual idiocy, we would have lost a fine recruit in Dustil. It does an old man good to see you youngsters so happy."
"Thank you," I smiled. "I think."
Jolee laughed heartily and declined to elaborate, moving on to allow the next in line to exclaim over us.
The rest of the evening went smoothly, the private highlight being Revan and Carth's gift to their children: Carth's private ship, the Star Hawk. It was currently on board the Eternity, where they intended to make a stop before flying on to their as yet undisclosed honeymoon location. Dustil and Mission would be heading to Kashyyk from there. Dustil's mouth dropped open in astonishment when Carth handed him the documentation proving him and Mission as new owners of the Star.
"Dad," he protested, Mission nodding in agreement next to him, "It's too much. You shouldn't have."
"We don't really need two private cruisers," Carth assured him. "And you two could use it, between Jedi assignments and Mission's job. Rev and I have the Ebon Hawk, after all."
I had ceremoniously handed over that documentation to Annie a few days earlier. It had been hers originally, sort of; the Ebon Hawk having been stolen with Canderous' help from the Exchange boss Davik Kang, now deceased. The Hawk had never had formal documentation proving it belonged to anyone, actually; Kang had registered it through a false company. With Atton's help I had filed a lost title claim and made sure everything was legal before handing it all over to Annie and Carth. They had been surprised and deeply appreciative of the effort, but had protested that as the last Captain of the Hawk, it by all rights should be mine.
"Atton has the Sphinx," I had said firmly. "And the Ebon Hawk was yours, Annie, and Carth the original pilot. Didn't Canderous mention once that Davik Kang never even had a chance to fly it before you guys, ahem, acquired it?"
Carth and Annie nodded in unison, eyes lively with memory.
"I never considered the Hawk mine," I assured them both. "Not even when I couldn't remember how I got it. I do thank you for the extended loan of it, however; she got us all out of more than one jam." I smiled at them and Carth looked like a kid that had been handed a particularly coveted toy. Annie hugged me briefly.
"Thanks for making it all legal," she said gratefully. "I never seemed to get around to it."
"It's the details, Annie," I said mischievously. "I always had to remind you of those."
She had laughed in agreement. Now, Dustil and Mission looked positively in raptures over their good fortune and stammered thanks to their parents.
"You sure you shouldn't just sell it, Dad?" Mission asked anxiously. "Even used Hawks get a good price."
"I don't need the credits, and you need a ship," Carth said firmly. "She's a good girl, she'll see you safe."
Atton and I would be leaving tomorrow morning in the Sphinx, to parts unknown, at least to me. Atton refused to tell me.
"It's a surprise," was all he would say when I tried to pry it out of him.
"You're full of those lately," I laughingly complained.
"I'm making up for all the ones you sprang on me over the last year," he said mischievously.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said loftily.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Shall I make a list? Or do you actually want to have time for a honeymoon?"
I sighed in mock exasperation and capitulated gracefully. "You win." I kissed his nose.
He leaned closer and gently nuzzled my ear. "How about we leave tonight instead of the morning?" Atton murmured. "Our first stop isn't far. We're already packed, yes?"
"We are," I confirmed. "And everything's on board. Why not?" I smiled at him, sensing his eagerness. "I wasn't planning on sleeping much anyway," I purred and had the satisfaction of seeing him shiver.
"We can get some rest on the way," he promised. "Gizmo can handle most of the flight. He's not quite as clever as T3, but he's got potential."
Atton had made a short trip to Onderon last week to find a good maintenance droid to help out on the Sphinx, as I had left T3 and HK-47 with the Ebon Hawk. I had agreed wholeheartedly with the practicality of this suggestion, and Bao Dur had helped him pick out a suitable candidate. Finding a sturdy used specimen in a local shop, the Zabrak had overhauled the unit, cleaning up fragmented programming and adding a few touches of his own. The result was a friendly and intelligent droid that was almost as proprietary of the Sphinx as T3 was of the Ebon Hawk. Atton and I were delighted with him, nicknaming it Gizmo, which it seemed to like and responded readily to the name. I had warned Atton, mostly jokingly, that under no circumstances would any sort of HK unit be a part of the Sphinx's crew. HK-47 had been enough, thank you.
The assassin droid was Revan's originally as far as anyone knew and I was relieved to dump that particular responsibility on my friend. She had not mentioned what she intended to do with it. She could melt him down into scrap metal as far as I was concerned, however occasionally amusing the acerbic bloodthirsty thing was. It had recognized her immediately the first time she had entered the Ebon Hawk with her memory restored and promptly transferred all loyalty to Revan, grandly dismissing me with a metallic sniff of disgust.
"Welcoming statement: it is good to see you intact, Master. Pointed observation: the meatbag imposter who masqueraded as my owner refused to utilize me to my full potential. Hopeful inquiry: is there someone you need me to kill?" the red eyes of the droid glowed in what Annie could swear was anticipation and excitement, she had reported when arriving on Dxun.
She had programmed HK-47 to recognize me as its master until I returned it, burying in its memory chips all traces of her ownership until that time. Concerned about my Force blindness, she had wanted me to be as protected as possible when she sent me back to the Outer Rim. The idea had occurred to her when recalling how HK-47 had suddenly 'remembered' her after regaining her memories back during the Star Forge mission. How it had ended up in the storage bay of the Ebon Hawk with key pieces of its matrix scattered throughout the galaxy is still a mystery. I had repaired it while my memories were still incomplete, not having a clue where it had come from, partly with hopes it would shed some light on my own situation when functional. Although the assassin droid occasionally irritated Revan as it did me, she mostly found it useful and amusing. I wished her joy of it.
The rest of the reception went beautifully. We three couples ceremoniously cut the enormous wedding cake, Lorna's crown jewel of the wedding supper. Standing four tiers high with a heavenly frosting of real butter cream, it was decorated with fanciful flowers, Mandoa and Twi'lek symbols of fertility and battle, and tiny candies made to resemble light sabers with 'lit' blades in every color of the rainbow. It was an eclectic mix of symbology, and done with obvious love and care. I made sure to compliment Lorna before we cut into her masterpiece. She flushed with pleasure and hugged me hard enough to constrict my breathing.
"I never imagined that the Mandoa and the Jedi would become allies," she said, letting me go with a hearty kiss to my cheek. "But you're all family now," she said, her eyes bright. "And the Lady one of you, too! I bless the day I came to Dxun, and all you've done for us."
After the lavish dinner and savory desserts, I was certain that no one would take more than a token slice of the cake. I had not reckoned on the Mandalorian appetite, however. The honor guard made short work of the giant confection. All I could do was shake my head with wonder as it rapidly disappeared.
"Where do they put it all?" Annie asked me in a low voice tinged with awe. "There's not an ounce of fat on any of them."
Jennet was passing, a large slice of her own balanced on a plate in one hand, Helen cozily nestled in the crook of her arm. At some point in the evening, she had changed back into her blue dress. She paused and looked at Revan, grinning. "Have you seen these guys in training?" she asked. "They burn almost as much energy as I do."
As the Lady's appetite and physical prowess was legendary, even among a race that the adult male averaged two meters tall and 100 kilos, this was quite an endorsement. Annie shook her head in mute respect. Grinning, Jennet moved on to join her husband.
During our time on Dxun, both of us had kept up a regimen of meditation, cardio-vascular exercise, and weapons training. This last was sometimes in the battle circle, more often than not against each other and with our trainees. I was pleased with Will's progress so far, and noted Carth was learning rapidly as well. Jennet had joined in the last couple of days and was regaining her skill quickly. Pregnancy had not dulled her reflexes, apparently. We had not started full Jedi training yet with any of them, but wanted to emphasize the importance of keeping in excellent shape. Jennet's eagerness to get back into top fight mode spurred not only the other new Jedi, but inspired the Mandoa, who were constantly striving to impress her. It was natural that such exertion generated larger than average appetites. And, as I discovered when the dancing started, more creative outlets for excess energy, as well.
The music for both the ceremony and the reception was provided by a small orchestra Atton and Carth had hired from the best nightclub on Onderon, one where, I might add, the entertainment kept their clothes on. I had never visited it, but heard wholehearted endorsements from Atton, Stefan, and surprisingly, Jennet.
"I lived on Onderon for a year, you know," she said with a shrug. "Stefan would take me there sometimes. The band often played for the Queen. They're terrific," she added enthusiastically. "And they play anything."
This seemed to be true. In addition to traditional wedding music of nearly any culture, they were well versed in just about every style of music you could name. Everyone danced off the cake in a colorful whirl of robes, gowns, and dress uniforms. Even Bao Dur, who was graceful and deadly in battle but less than stellar on a dance floor, managed a turn or two with each of the brides before confining his attentions to Megari and Danni. I caught a glimpse of him on the edge of the floor, shuffling his feet obligingly as Danni stood on his boots and flung their linked hands around with abandon. Megari was nearby with Mical, who was astonishingly good. Megari danced with a fluid grace that matched his steps perfectly. Most of the Jedi danced competently, some with unusually practiced skill. But it was the Mandalorians that really got the floor moving.
Big and burly, looking to a man more at home in a brawl than a formal wedding reception, they nonetheless dominated the floor with energetic enthusiasm and awe inspiring footwork. I commented on this while I danced with Canderous, who showed much of the same skill, if slightly less boundless energy.
"Dancing's like battle," he rumbled, shrugging at my surprise. "There's a rhythm to it, and it's great for bleeding off excess energy. It helps you fight, too, improves balance and teaches improvisation. All Mandalorians learn to dance along side learning to fight."
"Jedi do too," I said with a smile. "We have more in common than we knew."
Canderous grinned at me, deftly giving me a twirl and suddenly lifting me by the waist and swinging me around. I landed as soft as thistledown, and easily followed his lead through a series of complicated steps. Atton couldn't have done better.
"You're almost as tiny as Jennet," Canderous commented. "I bet I could throw you as far as her during a fight, too."
I laughingly agreed this was likely, but doubted I'd be as effective as her with this sort of maneuver.
"Maybe not," he said judiciously, "but it'd be fun to try it."
I privately hoped we were never in a position that we'd be desperate enough to attempt such a move, but smiled at his obvious delight at the thought. The song ended, and Atton strolled over to claim me, shaking Canderous' hand before sweeping me away.
"It's amazing how these guys can dance," Atton said as we moved to a more sedate pace. "It's all I can do to uphold the honor of the Jedi."
"Jealous?" I teased with a quirk of my brow.
"Nope, impressed," he said promptly. "But I'm better," he said with a touch of arrogance.
He was, so I let that pass, and simply enjoyed the rest of the evening.
Revan had danced first with Carth, of course, then Dustil, followed by Atton. She had not sat or sipped a beverage in more than an hour and had not yet repeated a partner. Bao Dur had taken a turn early on, obviously in a polite attempt to observe etiquette and sincere admiration of the brides rather than enthusiasm, or, it rapidly became obvious, any skill. He smiled ruefully at her as she sensed his discomfort and slowed her steps.
"Go ahead and lead, General Revan," he invited with a self-depreciating shrug. "It won't do any good, but it might keep your toes intact."
"I've had much worse dance partners," she assured him truthfully.
She had once danced with a Rodin that had far less self awareness of his lack of rhythm, and far more interest in attempting to peer down her dress. As he had been a good ten centimeters shorter, it had made for a very uncomfortable three minutes. Mostly for him; she had shamelessly pretended an equal lack of skill and managed to ensure he would be more concerned with nursing his bruises than molesting another female on the dance floor. Revan recounted this to the Iridonian, who laughed out loud.
"Good for you, General Revan," he approved.
"The name is Revan," she corrected, twinkling up at him. "But I doubt you'll use it, hm? Dree mentioned something about that."
"She would know," Bao Dur agreed genially.
"In any case, if you must insist, it's General Onasi now." Revan eyed him thoughtfully, and he was suddenly forcefully reminded of Ladria. They didn't look alike, and had distinctly different personalities, but nonetheless shared a certain way of looking at one penetratingly, as if reading one's secrets.
"I am grateful for your friendship with my sister," she said, astonishing him with nearly perfect Iridonian.
He stumbled, stepping on her foot heavily, but she didn't flinch, or even seem to notice any discomfort. He did detect a swift burst of energy as she sent some healing to the area, but her expression didn't change.
"Where did you learn my language?" he asked, recovering his footing. He used inflection as well, testing her.
What do you want of me?
She smiled, deftly resuming their pseudo dance. "Here and there. It's an amazing language, very nuanced. The most difficult I've ever encountered, in fact. I've never mastered it completely and fear it's beyond my skill. I mean no insult in my pitiful attempts."
She is my dearest friend, and I sense you love her as I do. Nothing more.
His eyes narrowed at her overly casual tone, but he kept his face serene. "Even the strictest of my people would find no fault," he said generously. "The only adult human I have met that speaks it better is Megari. She learned very young. Danni is even better, actually, but even she had to unlearn some errors in pronunciation."
I do, and always will. But my priority is my family.
"Megari is a beautiful woman, and Danni is enchanting," Revan said, smiling brightly. "You are very lucky. I know Ladria is happy for you."
I understand, and hope we can be friends.
"She is a thoughtful and generous friend." He said simply. "Megari loves her."
There is no conflict in my affections.
"Yes," Revan said quietly. "I can see that. I am so glad that my sister has such a loyal and loving family." She inclined her head, indicating the various friends around the room. "I am humbled by their acceptance of me."
I hope one day to earn it in my own right.
"She is beloved by us all," Bao Dur's voice was gentle. "Whom she loves matters in our eyes."
You have our respect and affection as her sister. We already see you as family. Give it time.
"To me as well," Revan said, switching back to Galactic Basic. "Thank you for the dance," she added as the last notes of the song fell into silence.
"Such as it was," Bao Dur grinned. "It was a pleasure," he said sincerely.
"Mine, too," she said warmly, and turned to her next partner.
It was another half hour before she was allowed to slip away and sample some punch. It was a refreshing concoction of various fruits, heavily spiked with what she suspected was Juma Juice. Tasty, but very intoxicating. Considering the alcoholic tolerance of the group, however, it was practically mother's milk. Needing something a little better able to slake a real thirst, she found a glass and poured some water from an iced pitcher and drank it down.
Carth found her there, sipping her second glassful, looking almost as in need of refreshment as she.
"Here," she said, pouring another and handing it to him. "Drink up; I think round two will be starting in a minute."
He laughed and in short order drained the glass, holding it out for more. She obliged.
"Atton mentioned that he and Ladria will be leaving tonight," Carth said when he had gulped half the glass down and throttled back to mere sips.
Revan thought about suggesting the same, but discarded the idea. Dustil and Mission had been given a room in the same apartments that the Jedi were currently housed in, and she and Carth were planning on staying on board the Ebon Hawk. If they left tonight, both sets of newlyweds would have to wait until they got to the Eternity to really have privacy. Revan doubted Carth would be comfortable having his wedding night on the same relatively small ship as his children, however adult everyone was about it. Moreover, Will Cantor was accompanying the group, so he could tie up the loose ends of his military career before going on to Coruscant and Jedi training. The fleet had agreed to transport him there in two weeks.
"I wish we could just go straight to a week alone on a beach somewhere," Carth said apologetically. "But the Star Hawk is on the Eternity, and I really ought to clear things up with Command. They've been notified and approve of my new status as Jedi, but I do need to prepare my XO for some time away and give him instructions about the upcoming mission."
"I understand," Revan assured him, smiling at his earnestness. "You don't have to justify anything with me."
"I know I don't," he said softly. "But I want you to understand that you're my priority."
He reached out and grasped her waist, drawing her closer and resting his forehead against hers. "I want nothing more than to spend a week with you, somewhere there's sun and water and no one else around," he said softly. "Preferably naked."
She giggled and tilted her head to kiss him briefly but thoroughly. "I like that idea."
"Two days," he promised. "Then off to paradise."
"And where, exactly, is that?" she inquired. He hadn't been any more forthcoming about his plans than Atton was being with Ladria.
"Anywhere you are," Carth smiled widely. "Mrs. Onasi."
"That's Master Onasi, to you," she corrected, and they laughed together. Arm in arm, they went back out to the dance floor.
It was an hour short of midnight when the newlyweds said goodnight in a hail of flower petals tossed by their guests. Dustil and Mission hugged us all before they were escorted with much joking and laughter by half the Order towards the apartment building. Carth, Annie, Atton and I were allowed to walk to the hangars unhindered by company. The four of us halted in front of the middle one, where the Ebon Hawk was currently residing. The hangar closest to the mansion housed the Phoenix, of course, and the Sphinx was occupying the third. I knew Atton usually parked at the public dock near his apartment, and I wondered just when he'd decided to leave tonight instead of tomorrow morning. I doubted it was as spontaneous as he'd pretended.
We had all been chatting in general terms about the next two week's plans, and suddenly, the complete reality of the day hit me all at once. I was married. Married. A state I had never thought I would find myself in, or dared hoped the Order would allow. Moreover, Annie was too. I saw similar thoughts in her eyes as we fell silent and the enormity of the day caught up with all of us. In a burst of incredulous, supremely joyous emotion I hugged Annie hugely. She clung back fiercely, not needing to speak. I wanted to sing, or dance, or just shout out loud, but settled for embracing my best friend and then her husband, as Annie hugged Atton. I saw the pleased look on his face as they broke apart and knew that they had come to be friends. A warm glow spread through me, and I caught Carth's eye as he grinned at the pair. He was like a brother to me now, and I hugged that feeling to me happily.
"I love you guys," I said simply. "We'll see you on Coruscant in two weeks."
"Safe journey," Carth said, and they waved over their shoulders as they entered the hanger hand in hand.