Mace Windu stopped short when he saw him. Rahm Kota was willingly holding a toddler, but not one Mace recognized. The boy was chewing on a lightsaber hilt that most certainly was not Rahm's and frankly seemed a bit bored.
"What've you done now?" Mace demanded.
"Um... time traveling, yeah. That's it." Rahm said, nodding to himself. Mace rolled his eyes.
"Alright, then; keep your secrets. But you do have to explain the child." Rahm's face lit up.
"Isn't my little Starkiller adorable‽ Look at him, look at him. Those widdle chubby cheeks... yes, you're my widdle chunky baby." Rahm cooed over the child, slipping into baby talk. Mace felt his eye twitch.
The toddler bit Rahm.
"Boy!" Rahm yelped. The child laughed.
"You're lucky you're cute," Rahm grumbled, then, "Here." And shoved the child into Mace's arms.
The child looked up at Mace with glowing amber eyes and a chill went down Mace's spine.
"It's a baby sith." He said flatly.
"Most of the time," Rahm agreed digging through his backpack.
"Most of the– You cannot just bring home a sith."
"Can and did. He's a baby." Rahm smiled at the toddler, who reached out with a drool-covered hand to pat his chin. Mace tapped a finger against the child's nose and he went cross-eyed trying to look at it.
"What's his name?"
"Starkiller." The child turned his head.
"Really," Mace said, unimpressed.
"Well, I didn't name him!" The door opened. Mace's other headache walked in, Padawan Kenobi trailing behind him. Mace shoved Starkiller back into Rahm's arms.
"Master Jinn," he greeted cordially.
"Master Windu," Qui-Gon said with a respectful bow, "I have an urgent matter to be brought before the council." Mace's eye caught the young boy half-hiding behind Kenobi.
"Did you steal a kid too," Mace demanded.
"I- too?"
"He's a baby sith," Rahm said, presenting the child to Qui-Gon.
"Aww! He's cute," Qui-Gon's little shadow said perking up on his tiptoes to see Starkiller, "Why does he have one of those laser swords?" Mace's eye twitched.
"Been wondering that myself actually."
"He cries when he loses it and I've seen him pull a starship out of orbit, so I figured deactivating the ignition mechanism is the safer option." Rahm said. Mace's eyes widened.
"I want to train Anakin," Qui-Gon said, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Mace sighed.
"Of course you do..." and Kenobi was trying to convince Starkiller to let him hold the little beastie, and Rahm was keeping Anakin's grubby hands away from Starkiller, who had started to cry.
"All of you, get out," Mace said firmly, "Out. Go anywhere else but here. I will bring it up with the council. Just go."
The door closed loudly behind them. They looked at each other.
"Lunch?" Qui-Gon offered.