Mina doesn't know how her family plans on getting back at Tor with Sierra still in the hospital. Dr. Kreps ordered her to stay overnight for fluids and monitoring, and said something about maybe going home on crutches tomorrow. Her right leg is completely encased in a plaster cast.

Until then, she puts Tav's bouncy seat in the corner of the room, borrows a pair of scissors from the Organas, and begins to fix Sierra's haircut.

Mina has barely finished trimming when she hears it.

Sierra blinks. "Mom, was that..?"

"Yes, that was the ship's engine. Your brother is in endless trouble when he gets back," she says evenly, continuing to trim her daughter's hair.

"Endless trouble, I tell you," Mina growls under her breath, glancing over to Tav in his bouncy seat.

…

The con men return one day later, when Sierra is out of the medical wing and hobbling around the Organas' house.

"You're back." she comments dryly. "Mom is going to kill you."

"Why would she kill us?" Saw asks.

"Maybe because you all took off without telling her and left Tav for her to babysit?" Sierra suggests, balancing herself on her crutches.

"It was nothing! We had to take Bo back to her ship so she could get Sabine home to her parents," Steela chirps.

"Sure."

Lux cringes. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?"

"Eleven." Sierra says dully. "You might be able to knock it down to ten if you tell me what you all were doing besides sneaking off like a bunch of teenagers."

Hero snickers. "You're going to like this. A lot…"

Saw looks around the corner. "But first, we'd better get back to your room in the Med Bay. Mina can't make a racket in there, or else the nurse will throw her out."

"That's a good idea," Ahsoka whispers. "And we'd better hurry. Mina might have heard the -."

"Where have you been?"

Lux's face falls.

Mina charges around the corner, Tav on her hip. "You took the ship. No warning! No comm call! No note! You could have died!"

"Mom, we had to do it."

"No you did not, Lux Michael Bonteri!"

Ahsoka interrupts the brewing argument. "Mina, I think Tav is about to cry."

Mina looks down at the baby's newly red, scrunched-up face. She hands him over to Ahsoka, who scoops him up like the pro she is.

"Hi, Tav. Guess who's home?"

"Ma-ma."

Ahsoka freezes.

"Lux, did he just…"

"Ma-ma." Tav repeats, looking directly at Ahsoka.

Lux is dumbfounded. "I think he just said his first word."

Ahsoka tears up. "Yes! That's right Tav, I'm Ma-ma. And this is Da-da." She looks around the room. "He just said Mama. Tav just said Mama!"

Everyone applauds.

Hutch clears his throat. "Um…Mina? What we did was actually very, very important."

"Really?" Mina asks with no small amount of danger in her voice. "What did you do?"

"We brought Tor down. And this one's going in all of our portfolios; I'd say it's one of our best cons yet."

…

The Sector Ranger is sick to death of the Japrael system. He hates the insignificant worlds, the partisans being a constant thorn in his side, and the band of con men ripping off the Empire left and right.

His datapad dings. A new HoloMail has arrived.

A position has opened up on Coruscant. Does he want it?

The former Ranger has his resignation handed in and his ship in hyperspace by nightfall.

…

"Did a position really open?" Mina asks skeptically.

Lux rubs the back of his neck. "Well yes…at the Senate Building's StarChucks."

…

Hutch and Soniee sit at their computers, running background checks on each and every applicant for the Sector Ranger's open position.

"I'm moving all the résumés to the automatic delete box," Hutch says.

"So the only one who can get hired is the one we want." Soniee finishes, watching remotely as the lone application is processed.

…

Tor thinks he knows why the Sector Ranger has called him into his office. The Bonteri girl sung like a little bird when he broke her leg, and the information he's gleaned is almost as good as the satisfaction. Maybe it'll be just as good when he rips Dalla Blackwell apart.

But the man sitting at the Sector Ranger's desk isn't the familiar, tired man. He's new. The stripes and bars on his new uniform shine, and the holos on his desk are still perfectly placed.

"Commander Torrance."

"Mr. Ranger, sir." Tor greets him, shaking his hand.

"Please sit," the Ranger gestures to a chair in front of his desk, and Tor takes it. "I received the reports from a recent interrogation."

"The prisoner's people managed to carry out a rescue mission, but we did extract a great deal of information about the con artists from her." Tor says proudly.

The ranger looks across the desk at him and Tor can sense this conversation rapidly going downhill

"I read that. What I would like to talk about are the methods of interrogation used. To my understanding, she was sixteen standard years of age." He tents his fingers. "Care to explain?"

"The tactics we used to extract the intel were in concordance with her charges. For fraud and grand theft on the scale which she perpetrated them, that includes advanced interrogation."

The ranger isn't convinced. "You see, Commander, I have an eight-year-old."

Oh, this is not good at all.

"I do not condone the use of advanced interrogation on minor children," the ranger says crisply. "No matter their charges. And while I was investigating the matter, I got a call from Child Protective Services."

…

"Child protective services. How can I help you?"

"Hello," Hero said, pinching her nose to disguise her voice. "This is Kim from records. I'm just calling because I have a discrepancy in an arrest warrant and an incident report. Can you help clear this up for me?"

"Of course. The child's name?"

"That's the problem. You see, she's been registered under two names…"

…

"Seems like you have a record. And on CPS' report, Sierra Bonteri is called Annie Bennet." Tor grips the arms of the chair, but the ranger keeps on going. "That's called obstruction of justice. There's no way to get 'Annie' from 'Sierra'. Or 'Bennet' from 'Bonteri', for that matter. You know what our policy is regarding obstruction of justice. Commander, care to explain why this prisoner was registered under a false name?"

Tor desperately tries to backpedal. "We identified her using a DNA search and used the name on the profile. The con artists must have altered it."

"Actually," the ranger corrects him, "She didn't have a profile. Which leads us into our next issue. The forged papers gave us probable cause to search your home. Your girlfriend was more than happy to let us in. Something about a 'Celestine'."

…

A young woman knocked on Sue's apartment door.

"Hello, are you Sue Hannigan? Do you live here with your boyfriend Tor?"

"Yes," Sue said suspiciously, giving the woman the up-and-down.

The woman handed her an envelope. "I have some things your boyfriend would really not want you to see. Have you ever heard of an exotic dancer named Celestine?"

Sue snatched the envelope from her hand and shut the door. The young woman turned and walked away.

"It's all done, Lux." She said.

"Thanks, Steela. Man, I wish I could see Tor's face."

…

Tor can just picture Sue's face when she found out about Celestine.

The ranger sets a wooden box on the table and opens it. "Your girlfriend says these aren't yours."

Tor looks into the box even though he already knows what's inside. A man's wedding ring, and a lock of brown hair tied with a blue ribbon.

"That's my father's ring, and the hair is my sister's." he lies.

The Sector Ranger is completely unimpressed. "We brought the items to the lab when Sue couldn't identify them. There was latent DNA on the ring and it matched a sample in the system for a John Bonteri." Tor fumbles to explain, but the ranger cuts him off. "The hair and the skin cells had an enormous genetic overlap. These two donors were a father and daughter, and I can't think of any good reason for you to have these items."

"It was a gift," Tor says, strangled.

"Really?" the ranger asks, his face betraying his fury. "We're supposed to believe that the girl cut off her hair to give to you? And John Bonteri gave you his wedding ring?"

He scribbles some notes on a piece of flimsi. "We're done here. Peter Torrance, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, falsifying records, brutality, and the taking of war trophies."

…

"You can't expect that to stick," Mina says. "A sector ranger can only do so much. Once the judicial system gets involved they'll apply pressure and the charges will disappear."

"I know," Ahsoka cuts her off. "So we didn't leave it in the sector ranger's hands. I sent an anonymous tip to an old friend, and trust me, he'll take care of it. He won't let something like this slide."

Across the galaxy, ISB Colonel Wullf Yularen stared at his inbox.

"What are you looking at, Colonel?" Young Officer Kallus asked and looked over his shoulder. "Wow. That's bad."

"Yes, it is," Yularen said, his mind made up. "I hope you have a go bag, my boy. We're going to Onderon."

…

Sierra freezes.

"Wait, you got him arrested?"

"He should be getting his mug shot taken right about now." Lux says smugly, very pleased with himself. "Or he's desperately trying to avoid the other inmates. Think they'll take kindly to a cruel warden who hurts kids?"

He watches with glee as his little sister's face lights up like a sun.

"You are the best brother ever!" she cheers, reaching to hug him and apparently forgetting her current state.

Mina shouts "Sierra, the crutches!" just as Ahsoka catches her in midair to keep her from falling on her face as the crutches clatter to the ground. Saw and Lux fix them back under her arms.

"Why do I feel like this is going to be a constant battle?" Saw grumbles.

"Because it is," Steela taps her foot. "Sierra, it's a good thing you know how to walk on those. We're going home."

"Home", of course, is only ten steps and a "Thank you, Senator Organa! If you find a mysterious stack of credits on your doorstep they're from us!" away.