Theron Shan had left the ship at the same time as the Commander, but took a different route. He had spent the time during the Untamed attack deep in the files library, his goal to find out what was going on with Czerka and the Onderonian moon, Dxun. What he'd found was interesting, to say the least, but not impacting the Empire's influence on Onderon. He casually made his way back to the ship, blissfully unaware of the day's events. When he slipped quietly on board, and saw the group relaxing in the lounge area, he felt his shoulders relax. Taking one end of the sofa, he glanced over at Magdalane, and saw that she looked concerned. Something else happened today than just a diplomatic mission, he realized, and tuned into the conversation.

Corso saw Theron come in but since Miriah was napping, her head on his thigh, he said nothing. Let her rest, he reasoned. Her hair fanned out and he'd been gently stroking it, so glad they were safe aboard the ship after the fall and the fighting they'd already done today. Glancing at the chrono, he could see that they still had three hours until they'd meet again with the Senator, and let himself relax as well.

Lana had slept well, and woke refreshed. She made breakfast and kissed Nico and Tali as they left for work and school, then settled at the dining table to work through her mail and messages. Her thoughts were redirected to Life Day and then to the baby boy who would join them before then, and before she realized it, she was dozing in the chair. Taking herself to the sofa, she settled there, secure in the knowledge that the Commander was safe aboard her ship. Even Tali seemed unconcerned, and that was saying something, she thought. She was doing surprisingly well working from the apartment, content in her contributions to the ongoing mission as well as keeping Devin's workload manageable. She was almost asleep when the transmission from Shae Vizla's ship dinged on her datapad, and she was instantly awake.

Rukisa waited for the order from Mandalore, and when it came, her ship joined the other nine in attacking the blockade in front of them, which was twice the number of ships that the Commander had faced. Still, they had numbers in their favor, until the star destroyer came into view. Taking a deep breath, she barked orders to the crew, who were already carrying them out as quickly as she said the words, so used they were to her fighting style. She saw one of their larger ships eject escape pods only seconds before the ship itself exploded, and swore under her breath. "I'll go gather the pods," she announced over the comms channel, but no one responded. Using her force ability, she guided the ship to where she would be able to gather the small pods, and managed to recover more than half before she could take on no more weight. At least we broke through, she thought, seeing Mandalore's ship lead them through the wreckage of the Imperial blockade, and found she had a satisfied smile on her face.

Ty had been working the rear gun on the ship he had been assigned to when he felt the vibration that he knew would render the ship in pieces. His heart beating hard, he ran to the escape pods, helping others in before taking one himself. He felt the heat of the explosion, and that was all until he woke with a start in the med bay of one of the other Mandalorian vessels. Coleen, Caitlin, he thought, and felt a calming hand on his arm. "Rest easy, vod. We'll meet up with the rest when we reach Onderon." With a nod, he lay back, trying to slow his breathing, wanting only to have his future family beside him.

Corso saw Aric's face as he read the datapad message and knew there was news. He caught the Cathar's eye and Aric shook his head slightly, letting Corso know that it was nothing to wake Miriah over. At least there's that, he thought, and looked again at her peaceful face. Two more hours, he thought, and he'd wake her to give her time to grab a bite before meeting back in the palace. Aric jumped to his feet and frowned, before running to the holo in the other room. Corso saw Maura follow and wondered if he could move Miriah and not wake her. Before he could figure out how, Aric and Maura returned to sit, and Aric took a deep breath. "We lost a ship in the blockade," he said, his voice solemn. "The one Ty was on. He's okay, they recovered all the pods." He took Maura's hand and tried to steady his nerves. "They should be here tomorrow."

"Thank the force everyone was recovered," Miriah said, her voice rough with sleep. "How much time?"

Corso helped her sit up. "We have two and a half hours before we meet. I figured that we'd get a bite to eat first, and was hoping you could sleep, darlin'." Miriah kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I feel much better, but I may have a hot shower, just to ease some of the aches from the fall." Corso nodded, and Miriah bent to kiss his lips gently before crossing to hug her sister and brother in law. He watched her head to their quarters and debated following for only a few seconds before standing.

"I'm glad they're all okay, and I know, I felt the same panic when I didn't see Torian at first in the crevasse." He patted Aric's shoulder as he passed and hurried to be with Miriah. He was almost at the door of their quarters when Magdalane stopped him, a large box in her hands.

"Lana sent this," she explained. "She had it made like her tunics, with the woven durasteel."

"Thanks, Mags," Corso told her, then turned to put the box on their bed. Hurrying, so that he could have the most time with his wife in the shower, he joined her as she wet her hair. Her ankle was not as swollen, but the purple bruising remained, almost black in places. He took her in his arms and enjoyed the isolation of the shower from the rest of the world, even if it was only a brief respite.

Solasta stood in the courtyard, her parka pulled tightly around her, snow blowing around her face. Aissa jumped and played in the fluffy white drifts that were twice her height, giggling as Gursan chased her. She absently pulled her datapad out to read, and had only activated it when the message came about the blockade. She sucked in a cold breath as she read, and Gursan, ever tuned to her emotions, looked into her eyes. "We lost a ship," she told him, and turned her datapad so he could read the action report.

"They're all safe," Gursan started, but saw his wife's expression.

"We can ill afford to lose a ship," she snapped, but then her face crumpled. "I hate that I'm not out there, helping. And I love it, at the same time, being here with you and Aissa." Gursan hesitated to hug her, knowing that she considered herself on duty, but his emotions overrode his logic, and he was glad when Solasta lay her head on his shoulder for a moment before pressing her forehead to his. "Please, don't tell anyone which ship. There are family and future family here."

"You mean, Ty.."

"Shhh.." Solasta looked around them. "Yes, I mean Ty. Coleen doesn't need any more stress."

"Agreed," Gursan replied, and gathered Aissa to him as she ran past. "C'mon, little one. I think some hot chocolate is in order." He put an arm around Solasta's shoulder and they made their way into the mess hall, Solasta already thinking of how to deploy the limited number of ships left for planetary defense.

Lana was typing furiously, gathering the action reports and putting them into a timeline. Nico had gotten Tali from school, and they found her pacing the living room, deep in thought. She didn't even realize they were home until Tali ran to hug her. "Mama, he needs you to rest," she said softly, and Lana's trance was broken.

"I will, love. Right now." She sat on the sofa and listened to Tali's day, oohing over the good marks on her coloring and manners.

"I like school," Tali confessed with a huge grin. "Ms. Coleen is great, and she doesn't mind if I mess up and use the force for something."

"What do you do with it?" Lana asked, amused. She loved that Tali was fully embracing her force side.

Embarrassed, the little girl shrugged. "If my stylus falls, I bring it back. Or if the blanket on my nap pad gets too far, I pull it up." Lana could tell she wasn't sure if she'd get in trouble by telling, and hugged the little girl.

"Ms. Coleen is very used to the force being used around her," Lana explained. "But don't use it to harm anyone and don't use it when you're angry," she cautioned, getting a vigorous nod from her daughter. "Now, let's see what we have for a snack, okay?" Tali lay her had on Lana's rounded belly.

"He's happy now, and sleepy." Lana kissed Tali's forehead before lifting her own for Nico's. As guilty as I feel, she thought, I can't imaging being anywhere else.

Coleen had gotten the message that Ty had sent, and was sitting on her sofa, sobbing. Caleigh had been alerted as well, and stood on the other side of the door. When Coleen answered the chime, she fell into her older sister's arms. "What if, Cal? If he didn't come back, or if he'd been injured?"

Calleigh took her sister over to the table and sat her down, going into the kitchen for tea. "We would have figured something out, Coleen. I know, he means the world to you, but you have to realize, he's Mandalorian. They've fought like this for thousands of years, and he's been taught all his life. He had to go, he would have felt dishonored if he hadn't." She busied her hands, and when she looked back over, Coleen had gone to get Caitlin, the little girl just waking from a short nap. "How's the princess?" she asked, smiling.

"She's doing okay," Coleen replied. "We're both not sleeping well, I guess my stress is causing her to be restless, too."

"Probably." Calleigh put the mugs of tea on the table and sat, her own body feeling the past twenty one hours of duty. "We're all tired. Tell me about how school is going." Coleeen's color returned to normal as she talked, and Calleigh found herself growing drowsy, her forward motion halted and her soul being nourished. We really need to make time to be together more, she thought, her blinks getting slower and slower.

"Cal, come. Let's sit in the softer seats," Coleen urged. She knew that with the Jedi mostly gone with the mission, Calleigh was working very long hours, when she took a break at all. It was only minutes later that, with her feet on the ottoman and her body relaxed in the soft chair, Calleigh slept as Coleen played with her daughter. She had already been warned that the missions would take Ty at times, and she thought she'd been prepared. I was, she thought, for him to be gone. But not injured or taken from us. She hugged the baby tightly to her, and wished with all her might that Ty would be home soon. That they'd all be home soon.

Miriah emerged from the shower, and toweled her hair dry before tying it high on her head in a tail. "What's this?" she asked Corso, pointing to the box.

"Don't know, exactly, but Mags brought it. Lana sent it with her." He was pulling on fresh clothes when Miriah exclaimed behind him.

"This is perfect," she said, and pulled a long, duster-style black leather coat from the box. She quickly pulled on her leather leggings and a dark pink shirt before putting her arms in the sleeves of the coat, sighing as it draped around her, lending an elegance as well as functionality.

"Looks great," Corso said, and crossed to her to pull her into a kiss.

"Easy there, sugar. We have things to do," she cautioned, but gave herself over to him. When they parted, Miriah rested her head on his chest. "Let's go eat, and then we'll start over to the palace." Corso murmured an agreement and took her hand, leading her to the galley.

Aric had held Maura while they were gone and they'd talked. About the wedding, and more importantly, about her illness. He had urged her to consider taking a different position, one that would allow her to wear lighter armor, spend less time on her feet. At first, she rejected his pleas, but as he began to make sense to her, she reluctantly agreed that she could not, should not continue at her current pace. "I hate this, that I made you get sick," Aric said, hiding the tears in his eyes in her hair.

"You didn't, hon. It was just something that happened. If I had gotten normal childhood diseases, I would have been protected." She knew he'd forever blame himself, and held onto him tighter. Yes, she thought, if only to ease his mind, I will talk to Mir. With that, they heard the chime of the dinner bell and Aric stood, pulling her into his arms.

Theron left his quarters and ran smack into Magdalane, holding onto her to keep them both from falling. "Master Magdalane, please forgive me," he said, trying to ignore what her nearness did to him.

"It was my fault," Mags said, and stepped out of his embrace. "Theron, we need to address this, whatever it is. I'm still very much mourning Felix, and..."

"I understand," he interrupted. "I do. I'm willing to wait."

"Don't," she whispered. "I don't think I'll ever be in a place for a relationship again." She hurried away, and Theron turned again to his quarters, his appetite gone.