Disclaimer: I still don't speak Scots Gaelic nor Irish Gaeilge aside from a few words ( I do know slightly more Gaeilge though), so if my translations are wrong then blame Google Translate, not me. I also don't own any character that is not my own creation, obviously. Wish I did though. Could use the kind of money Star Wars rakes in.

Caibideil 5

Séamus walked slightly ahead of them due to his long stride while Gràinne chattered away with the two Jedi a short distance behind him, asking all sorts of questions, "So when ye say we're goin'far away, are we takin'a boat?"

"Uh, we're definately taking a ship," Barriss answered.

"I've never been on the sea before!" Gràinne noted excitedly, "Séamus says a lot of sailors believe it bad luck for a woman to be on a boat. He doesn't t'ink it, though. Says it can be quite calmin' when you get a chance to watch the waves."

The Jedi stopped in their tracks. Bad luck for women to be on a ship? What kind of backwards hellhole were they leaving? Barriss had to admit that Mirial had some somewhat primitive beliefs and practices but that just seemed ridiculous. She cleared her throat as she started walking again, "So, how did you two meet?"

"Da took me to port two years ago to deliver an axe to a heathen noble. We met not too far from tae noble's longship. He just came from a trip to the kingdom of the Moors and saw me. We were smitten instantly. Ye've seen him be quite tae charmer, me cute little Irish boy."

Ahsoka muttered, "There's nothing little about him."

Gràinne coyly winked, "Well I certainly hope not!"

Barriss had to hide her gagging with a fake cough. "Well we shouldn't be too far from the ship now."

"We're nowhere near tae sea? Unless you came in a norseman's ship?"

Ahsoka started to explain when suddenly a group of bandits rode up in their horses, brandishing their weapons.

"Thoir seachad na rudan luachmhor agad agus is dòcha gum marbhadh sinn thu gun phian!"

Gràinne unsheathed her claymore, weilding it with both hands but leading with her left, as Séamus swung his axe into one of the horsemen, bisecting him effortlessly. The Jedi activated their lightsabers. Barriss blocked an incoming arrow, vaporizing it as it came into contact with her sapphire blade. The seeming leader of the highwaymen was flung from his panicking horse and the Togruta twins both went in for the kill, their blades colliding as they struck his chest; metal with lightsaber. Much to Ahsoka's shock, the sword wasn't destroyed afterwards. She had heard of a few rare metals being able to withstand lightsaber cuts but had never encountered any until today. Gràinne was more so shocked at her sister's weapon: so similar to her own but glowing and hidden in a small tube. The surviving bandits soon fled in a mad panic from this hopeless battle after Barriss picked up one with the Force and flung him towards a cliff, only to be smacked dead to the ground with Séamus's massive axe blade. They were willing to rob travelling farmers and nobles, not giants and witches.

Extinguishing their blades, the Jedi scanned the area to try and sense any further incoming threats and felt nothing. Nodding, they walked towards their ship, coming to the ravine which started this whole adventure. Gràinne stopped at the bridge, which caused Ahsoka to look back in confusion, "Something wrong?"

"I've… I've ne'er crossed this bridge before. This is the borderlands of the McGuffin clan."

Ahsoka half-smiled at her sibling's inexperience. She put a hand on Gràinne's shoulder and nodded, saying "Our ship is just over that hill." She may not have been a fan of the planet, in fact she never wanted to be within 100 parsecs of it ever again, but her sister seemed able to hold her own in a fight, make the occasional dirty joke, and was overall far from the innocent child she had first assumed. She was growing to like her sister.

Gràinne smiled back as Séamus and Barriss waved them to come over. Crossing the bridge and climbing the hill, Ahsoka gazed upon a very welcome sight, the metallic box of the Twilight sitting right where she had left it. "There's our ticket home," she said, nudging her twin who looked clearly confused. Ahsoka laughed, "You'll see."

Lowering the platform, she and Barriss casually strolled up into the cargo bay while Séamus and Gràinne cautiously made their way up into the metal box. Ahsoka showed them their room, which Séamus promptly banged his head on the doorframe, allowing a few swears to slip out despite being in front of women. Gràinne cooed over his head but gawked at the room.

"Never had me own room before."

"Yep, you and Séamus will stay here while we're on our way."

Gràinne's eyes widened fir a moment, "Me and Séamus will stay together?"

"Yep." Barriss replied, willfully ignoring Gràinne's slow smile as she eyed the giant. "Anyway, we'll get to flying soon."

"Flying?!" Gràinne practically screamed, terrified at the thought. Séamus was frozen, wide-eyed at the idea of people flying of all things.

"It's fine. You might even like it." Ahsoka reassured them. "Just get settled in and we'll let you know when we get off the ground." Gràinne slowly nodded, trying and somewhat failing to hide her terror at the thought of actually leaving the surface, her hand absent-mindedly grasping Séamus's.

After the door swished shut, the Jedi walked up to the cockpit and ignited the engines. Ignoring the frightened shriek from her sister as the Twilight lifted off, Ahsoka began to chart a course for Coruscant. It should take approximately three to four days of hyperspace travel according to the navicomputer. As the ship entered orbit, she nodded to Barriss who pulled up the Council on the comms system.

"Masters, we are now en-route to Coruscant now. We are taking Ahsoka's sister and her fiancé."

"Her fiancé?" Obi-Wan inquired.

"It's the only way we could get her family to agree."

"I see. In that case, I suppose the only thing to ask would be for your impressions of the planet."

"To be honest master," Ahsoka began before suddenly falling into a violent sneezing and coughing fit.

"I found the planet beautiful, but the locals are rather primitive," Barriss answered, "Nothing that continued contact can't fix, although admittedly they have a few strange superstitions."

"Such as?" Shaak Ti asked genuinely curious.

"Well for one, women on boats is considered bad luck." At this information all female members of the Council began laughing uncontrollably.

At this point Ahsoka was able to get somewhat of a hold of herself and answer, "I'm allergic to the entire planet. I don't know why I'm sneezing and coughing so much now though. It's almost like," she said glancing over her shoulder. She paused before standing and facing away from the Council, "How did you get here?!"

"Baa," replied Angus the sheep.

Closing the call after the Council's questions were answered or they just got sick of hearing Ahsoka hacking, sneezing, and verbally abusing the sheep, Barriss led Angus to the cargo bay and as far away from Ahsoka as she could get him. Afterwards, she decided to check on their passengers and knocked on the door, opening it to find Gràinne cuddled into Séamus's arms, wide-eyed and shaking as her beau was petting her back lek to try and calm the both of them down, she smiled and turned around to find Angus right behind her. Hatching an idea she opened the door again and lightly pushed the scarily intelligent sheep into their room and closed it back.

Ensuring that everything was running properly Ahsoka looked around to find something to do for the next four days. She eyed a small black notebook in Barriss's seat. Figuring it was another one of the books that Barriss regularly borrowed from the Temple archive. Picking it up, she flipped to a random page. She started reading where she flipped to:

My Sweet,

How I long to feel the warmth of your embrace once more,

The taste of your lips pressed against mine,

Your beauty wraps you on a heavenly glow,

To melt into your arms, your kiss, my sole desire.

She cocked an eyebrow marking; She never assumed Barriss to be one for loved cheesy poems

My Love,

I yearn for you daily.

To love and embrace you forevermore,

The warmth of your embrace I crave,

To envelop my arms around your body,

To feel your kiss, melting into mine.

Ahsoka's interest was piqued; she had no doubt that she was definitely going to tease Barriss over her guilty pleasure.

My Darling,

Our love shall never die,

My heart aches for you within my breast,

Every minute we remain apart,

Torture for your lover.

My body craves your touch,

The softness of your lips on my-

At this point Barriss's poetry book started to get much lewder in nature and Ahsoka's montrals darkened with each successive line. Then she noticed that the book was not typed, but handwritten… in Barriss's handwriting. With this realization her montrals were almost black in embarrassment. Had she just read her best friend's diary by mistake? Closing the book and reaching to put it back in Barriss's seat when she came in and saw Ahsoka holding her notebook.

"Ahsoka!" Barriss asked in a panic, "What are you reading?!"

"I swear I thought it was-!" Ahsoka defended as Barriss nearly tackled her.

"Give me that!" Barriss cried out, snatching the book from Ahsoka's grasp. Nearly hyperventilating in the fear of having been caught, she could only hope that Ahsoka had mistaken her exceptionally neat handwriting for type and thought she had been reading generic poems on the topics of love and lust.

"I thought you had borrowed it from the archives." Ahsoka finished, quickly throwing Barriss's last hope out the airlock. As the Mirialan blushed furiously, she sat down and attempted to ignore the incident ever happened. "So, when were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Barriss squeaked out.

"That my best friend has a huge crush on somebody? Maybe even seeing somebody?"

"I don't want to talk about this right now, especially when I don't know which poems you read." Ahsoka answered, and Barriss buried her face in her hands in humiliation. "Of course you read those ones."

"Are you going to tell me who it is?" Ahsoka asked.

"No!" Barriss snapped.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Are you always this annoying?"

"Only when I don't get what I want."

"I'm not giving in."

"I bet I can guess."

Barriss glared at Ahsoka.

"Gree?"

"Eww."

Subconsciously hovering her hand over her lightsaber, "Lux Bonteri?"

"No."

Ahsoka thought about some of the details she had read, "Ion Papanoida?"

"No."

"Come on, how can it not be him? You only know a few Pantoran boys and only one in the public limelight."

Barriss sighed and quietly replied, "Who said it was a boy?"

"O-Oh."

Barriss nodded, "This isn't how I wanted to come out of the closet."

"Barriss," Ahsoka reassured her, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder, "That's nothing to be ashamed of. I know a lot of Mirialans don't approve of gay relationships but there is nothing wrong with you."

Barriss smiled, "So, you're not grossed out or uncomfortable around me?"

"Of course not!" Ahsoka replied, almost laughing at the absurdity of the thought. "But, you still have to tell me who she is."

"Seriously?!"

"Tell me!" Ahsoka pleaded

"Fine," Barriss finally relinquished, "Chuchi."

Ahsoka's eyes widened to nearly the size of dinner plates, "How long have you two been together?"

"A year next week."

Ahsoka was surprised but now somewhat irritated, "So my two best friends have been dating each other for a year and neither one thought to tell me?"

"Ahsoka, you refuse to acknowledge that you and Lux are obviously into each other and how you're almost obsessively protective of him."

"Ah! I, but- what?" Ahsoka laughed, "We're, we are not." Barriss looked at her with an expression of obvious disbelief. "Ok fine, we may have kissed once or… five times."

Now it was Barriss's turn to pester Ahsoka for details with childish teasing. It was going to be a long trip.