***Author's Note***

Short chapter this morning, but it's a good one! Our friends are going to be having some epic adventures before too long! The next couple chapters will lay some groundwork for The Darksaber Resurfaces, so that's pretty exciting! Enjoy!

***End Note***

The next morning, Finn woke with Twila's head on his chest, her arm slung across him to lay on the bed, and her legs tangled pleasantly with his own. He gently lifted his left arm to lay his hand on her bare back, and smiled hugely to himself. Finn couldn't remember ever having been this happy in his entire life. Drawing the covers more securely over the both of them, Finn sighed, watching her sleep. As the early morning light began to stream in the window, it fell on Twila's sleeping face, granting her skin an ethereal sort of glow. Even while he watched, Twila's eyelid twitched as she began to wake. Her eyes opened blearily and her pink eyes stared up at him, still fogged with sleep.

She smiled, propping herself up on one elbow, "Good morning," she said as she leaned in to kiss Finn. She laid back down, curling cat-like into Finn's warmth, making happy little sounds in her throat.

They had not been laying there long when Poe's voice in Finn's head interrupted the peaceful moment, I know you two are all sex-drunk and comfortable right now, but we've got a job to do, buddy. Time to get up.

Finn groaned loudly, causing Twila to glance up in concern, "Is everything okay?"

He smiled, stroking a gentle hand down her Lek'ku, "Yeah; it's just Poe. He's kindly reminding us that we've got work to do. We'd better get up before he decides to 'help' us get out of bed."

Twila chuckled as they rolled regretfully out of bed, wincing slightly as their feet touched the cold floor. After a quick turn in the 'fresher, they threw some clothes on and headed to find Poe and the Thamian. When they found the others, Luke was waiting with them in front of the Falcon.

"Good morning, you two! Twila, if you don't mind, I have something I wanted to discuss with you before you lot leave." Twila sighed but nodded as the whole group trooped into the Falcon. As they sat, Luke passed a hand over where his eyes had been only a few days ago, "Twila, I wanted to ask you who it was that trained you."

"I thought that might have been what you were after. His name was Jol Thorrn. He said that you trained him. He found me when I was young and taught me in secret for my protection. When the First Order raided our village, he was killed protecting me. He hid me with the Force, and it cost him his life. He always spoke very highly of you, Master. He said you were the greatest man he ever knew. Unfortunately, he was killed before he got the chance to teach me how to make my own light-saber, though I do know how to use one. I'm sorry, Master Luke. I'm sure you were hoping for happier news."

Luke smiled sadly, "I had hoped, yes, but in my heart I knew he was gone. He was one of the few I taught that survived the destruction of the Academy. He always had a knack for not being where trouble was. Not that he was a coward, as you know. It was more that he knew whether or not he would survive before the situation ever arose, and made sure not to be there. Now, I wonder if it wasn't because he knew all along how he was meant to die? It makes me wonder if he didn't have a vision of his death years before it actually happened. It fits with what I knew to have true of the man. It must have been enormously difficult for him. Poor Jol. He was such a good man; I had no real hope that any of those that had survived would still be alive, though. Padme would have seen to that." Luke trailed off, shaking his head sadly.

Finn had been watching Luke steadily all through his and Twila's conversation, "So, it's true, then? Ren is really Padme Solo, Ben's twin?"

Luke sighed heavily, turning his head in Finn's direction, "Yes, Finn, it's true. Ben and Leia are devastated. They can't understand how they missed this in her. I hope there is a way to bring her back to us, but I don't know. Oh; also, there is going to be a wedding. Ben and Rey will be getting married within the month, so you two had better be back by then. They'll want their two best friends present when they do."

Finn laughed, "The General persuaded them to use the wedding for morale purposes, huh? Good for her! We'll be back long before then, don't worry Master Luke."

"Oh, and one last thing, Finn. I see you've made your choice regarding the Jedi Order. You've chosen the neutral path, have you?"

Finn's cheeks darkened, "Yes, Master, I have. I'm sorry."

Luke chuckled, "Finn, you're in love with an amazing woman. How can I possibly be angry disappointed with you for that? No, the only way I would be upset with you is if you shirked all of your responsibilities in favor of being with Twila. Obviously, you're not doing that, so you have nothing to worry about. Twila – I know that you said you had no light-saber, and you don't know how to make one, nor is there time for me to teach you, though I would be happy to once you return. Therefore, I have a few that you might be able to make use of." From the folds of his robes, Luke brought a half-dozen light-sabers while Finn's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you, Master? I didn't know you had any light-sabers other than your own."

Luke chuckled, "Well, I've been saving them for a rainy day. I didn't offer you one because there was more than enough time to teach you to make one. Well, Twila? Take your pick." Twila hesitated only a moment before reaching out to claim a light-saber that had a hilt made of Bylark wood. It was the most unique light-saber she had ever seen, and it seemed to call to her faintly. As she held it in her hand, it felt like it was meant to be there. Luke smiled, "Yes, I thought so."

Twila glanced up, "Master?"

Luke chuckled, "That was Jol's light-saber. He was very proud when he made it. He often said it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I think you'll like the color, is memory serves."

Twila's eyes narrowed, wondering what Luke meant as she pressed the button on the hilt. As the weapon hissed into life, she laughed with surprised pleasure, "It's the same shade as my skin!" She shut the blade off and threw her arms around Luke, planting a solid kiss on his cheek, "Thank you, Master!"

Luke chuckled and blushed bemusedly, "Well, now; it was no trouble. No need for all the fuss. I'm glad you like it, though. I figured it might be the one that spoke for you."

Twila nodded, "It feels like it was made to fit my hand; if it's alright with you, I'm not sure I'll want to make a new light-saber when I get back."

Luke shrugged, "If that's what you want, I have no problem with it. What am I going to do with a collection of light-sabers, I ask you? I have no legitimate need for more than one. If you'd like to keep it, that's fine. Come to think of it, that would be quite fitting. My first light-saber was my father's – the light-saber Rey brought back to me, in fact. It is fitting that your first light-saber would be your former Master's."

Twila smiled, "Thank you, Master. I truly appreciate all that you've done for us."

Luke inclined his head graciously, "You're most welcome. Now; don't you four have some final preperations to make?"

Thamian chuckled, "That we do, good Master. Thank you for coming to see us off."

From behind them, they heard, "He's not the only one – good luck, you lot," Leia said gently from behind them. She hugged Finn and Twila, "You be careful, and all four of you come home safely." The four companions nodded as they walked the twins out of the Falcon before turning back and closing the loading ramp. This was going to be an interesting mission.

***Author's Note***

Wheeee! Mission time! This next chapter is going to be so much fun to write! Thanks for reading, as ever, and don't be shy about leaving a review!