Hello! I am back! Sorry it took so long to update! School is back. Got to love learning, right?! I've also gotten super distracted in writing original stories. Make no mistake, I love writing fanfics, but I've discovered a new sense of freedom in my own works! Anyway, enjoy!

Jezelia didn't say a word, she simply ran to close the window. "Shut up," she hissed at me. I suppose that I looked taken aback.

"Don't talk to my master like-" Kasari began, but I pressed a hand over her mouth. My other hand flew up to in front of me. My fingers formed a few shapes, and I hoped that Jezelia remembered Jedi hand signs. Is this place bugged? I asked through hand motions. Jezelia shrugged, so we were probably surrounded by listening devices.

"I haven't seen you since we were kids!" I said aloud warmly. "Would you like to come over for a bit?" She understood the code.

"Of course I would! We have to catch up!"

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"How did you survive?" I asked the moment we were aboard my ship. Kasari looked from me to Jezelia, still not entirely clear how I knew her or who she was. I hadn't wanted to talk to her through the bond because I had too much on my mind.

"I was on a training mission," she responded steadily, staring at her hands. "When the clones started firing, I jumped in a river. I guess they thought that I'd die because the currents were dangerous." When I looked at her eyes, I remembered the neon pink color of her skin when we were young. That girl seemed to be a million years away now. Jezelia obviously no longer aspired to be a Jedi, I barely recognized her.

"Jez," I said after a minute. "I hate to ask you this, but would you happen to have something the empire wants?" She looked up.

"What do you think I have? The empire already took everything from me. I don't have much left."

The comm rang, and Kasari left the room to answer it, relieved to be released from the awkward situation. "That you, Ezra?" she asked as she flopped onto her bunk in her cabin.

Ezra's voice came in. "Yeah, it's me," he said. "We found out what they're after!"

Kasari's interest rose. "What is it? Because the person we found isn't giving us much help."

"They're after babies." Kasari was about to ask Ezra if he was thinking straight. "It sounds crazy, but they're after Force sensitive babies!" Kasari gasped. It all made sense! Jezelia was pregnant, mere days from labor.

"Got it!" she said. "I'll let them know."

"Master," Kasari said when she came out. "They're after the baby." My eyebrows raised, understanding it all suddenly. Jezelia stared at me with wide, panicked eyes. Her arms wrapped protectively around her belly.

"We won't let them touch your child!" I promised. Jezelia looked like she was going to be sick. "Don't worry," I said as comfortingly as I could. "We will protect you no matter what. Go rest in one of the cabins. Call for us if you need something." Jezelia had indeed lost the edge that she had as a youngling. She used to guide me, and now I was directing her. "Kasari," I yelled. " You're with me, in the cockpit."

We took off as soon as we could. If the inquisitors were after children, it was likely that they would be able to lock down this planet's ports if they knew we were here.

"So, umm… Can you explain how you know her now?" Kasari asked once we made the jump to hyperspace. "I understand that you were in training together, but I'm still unclear on quite a few things."

I sighed, trying to think of where to start. There was a lot that I had to force myself to remember. "She's a couple years older than me. Jezelia was kind of like a mini mentor to me; she taught me how to hold my lightsaber, helped me use the Force more efficiently, and she was a shoulder to cry on when I first came to the temple."

"Why did you have to cry?" Kasari asked. "The temple was your home, right?"

"It was, for sure," I pursed my lips as I considered my words. "Looking back, I don't remember much from those days. Some kids don't take the shift very well."

"What shift?"

I smiled ruefully. "I guess I neglected to tell you about temple life, huh?"

"You really glossed over that subject," Kasari muttered.

"The younglings were normally war orphans or were given to the temple by their parents. I was the latter."

Kasari's eyes gleamed with sadness. "Is that why you always call Hera 'mom'? Was she like your mom?"

I laughed a little. "No, I never knew my parents. Not really. Hera just gives off a mom vibe. Anyway, there was a point in my life when I didn't remember my parents at all, the memory that I tried to hold onto slipped away, and it killed me. I think I was about six maybe younger, but I just remember Jezelia being there, and helping me get passed that. Just like Ahsoka did for her."

"That's why I could sense a sort of bond between the two of you."

"One thing you have to understand is that in the Jedi order, that is your only family. The class you trained in, they were the ones you grew up with and knew everything about. We were Trandoshans, Humans, Twi'lek, Togrutas, boys, girls, but were all the same."

Kasari gazed at the blur of hyperspace. "I wish I could have seen the Jedi order. Just a little, it sounds interesting."

"Trust me," I said. "I wish you could have experienced temple life. You probably would have liked to have other padawans around."

"Yeah, all I have is Ezra."

"He's better than nothing. When I was your age, I had just my master. I didn't have anyone I could get into trouble with, but for my sake could you maybe lay off on getting into trouble for a while?"

"No promises."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Didn't think so…"

Our conversation was interrupted by a blood freezing scream. We didn't sit for more than a nanosecond. Bolting to where Jezelia was resting, the worst scenarios ran through my head. "What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level which was difficult considering that I was in such a panic. I forced the door open. When I heard Jezelia's ragged breaths, I knew exactly what was happening.

She looked up, sweat beading her forehead. Her eyes showed pain like I'd never seen before. "The baby's coming."

Just for any of you who don't know: I really love the medical field, so here's an opportunity to add in something. I also love the show Call the Midwife, so... yeah. I've thought this whole part out for a long time. Please review! May the Force be with you!