Weeks passed and life slowly returned to normal. Courosant was demilitarized, Cryos and Yamna emptied the kitchens repeatedly, Draco caused thousands of credits of property damage.

Cryos wasn't sure exactly when he noticed it, but Yamna defiantly wasn't fitting in to life on the planet.

It was understandable, you don't just come back from the Dark Side. And even when you do, you can't expect people to accept you after being evil. But Cryos felt it was something more. Finally, he decided to confront her about it.

"Hi." He said softly, floating up behind her where she sat at the very top of the Imperial Tower. "You look like you have something on your mind."

She sighed. "This isn't working out." She said.

"What do you mean?"

"This whole 'normal life' thing." She gestured out at the city. "You've done so much for these people. They love you. They overlook Draco. They even tolerate me. But they'll never look at me like they do you."

"Well, it's to be expected that they're still a little afraid of you. But you'll win them over."

She shook her head. "I can hear them. Hear their thoughts. I don't mean to eavesdrop, but it's hard to control all my abilities. It's overwhelming sometimes. But I can hear what they think about me, even now."

"They've heard rumors and terrible stories, you aren't that person anymore." Cryos insisted.

"No, I'm not." She agreed. "But I was once. And just because something is a rumor doesn't mean it isn't true. I did awful things when Darth Posh was controlling me. Things I won't tell you."

"You can tell me anything, I won't think any less of my daughter."

"You don't know what I've done. Mother can tell you some of it, but the worst stories never made it to the public, not even as rumor. Someone has to survive for a story to get out."

"I've been thinking." Cryos said. "I want you to-"

"No." She cut him off. "Going to Luke Skywalkers Jedi academy won't help me. I know all about Kyp and what he did." Kyp was a young Jedi who had gone rogue, stealing an old Imperial super weapon named the Sun Crusher and waging war on the Imperial Remnant. Billions had died when he blew up their stars. "Kyp attacked Imperials. That doesn't make what he did less wrong, but in the eyes of the people it did. Many saw him as a hero. But you, and maybe Luke and Kyp, are the only ones who see me as anything but the enemy."

Cryos sighed and was about to reply when his comlink chirped. "We'll finish this conversation later." He said.

"I'll be here…" She said, staring out over the city.

"What's going on?" He said into the com.

"There's a visitor here to see you." Came a slightly shaky voice through the com.

"Can it wait?"

"No." This wasn't the voice of the com operator. It was a voice like liquid steel. As heavily filtered as its owner was ruthless. It was the voice of Boba Fett. Cryos got a bit nervous and jumped from the rooftop, heading for the com station.

"Oh, hi Fett!" Cryos said in mock cheer as he fell. "I trust you found my storage depot alright?"

"It seems that you… forgot to mention some of your more exotic defensive mechanisms." Fett did not share Cryos's happiness, false or otherwise.

"Nothing you couldn't handle though."

"My ship and armor were heavily damaged. I was forced to, shall I say, extend the bargain slightly in my favor." Cryos could almost (just almost) hear a slight vindictive happiness in his cold emotionless voice.

He forced himself to remain calm. "Oh? How so?" He asked.

"I've made your prototype Sun Crusher my new ship. It only has a single remaining sun detonating missile and some small armaments, but its quantum armor more than makes up for its offensive deficiencies. I feel it's a fair trade for trying to trick me, would you not agree?"

Cryos wasn't sure to be relived or worried. That armor was basically indestructible. Even he would be hard pressed to destroy a ship like the Sun Crusher. On the other hand, the prototype Crusher had only a single shot with the weapon that had earned it its name, Fett would be hesitant to waste it being as he would never get another. Considering some of the things Cryos had laying around in there, it could have been worse.

Around this time Cryos was reaching the com station. He saw the Sun Crusher rise slowly above the station. The external speakers came on with a click.

"Thank you again Cryos." Came Boba Fetts flat voice. Then without another word he zipped off into the sky.

Cryos let him go. At the very least, he knew that Fett wouldn't sell the super weapon to anyone else. He liked to maintain his competitive edge.

Cryos had a brief chat with the security forces about Boba Fett's new acquisition and its impact on Courosant's security measures and went off in search of Luke Skywalker.

He found the Jedi meditating in an empty room in the Imperial Tower overlooking the sunset over the city.

"Luke, I have a problem."

The Jedi opened his eyes but otherwise didn't move. "Are you coming to me to ask me for advice or have you already made your decision."

Cryos gave him a half smile. "As usual, you see through me. I guess both really. I don't want to leave this Universe after working so hard to get back to it."

Luke turned halfway towards him. "Was it this place you wanted to get back to or was it the people in it? Home is the people, not the place. I thought you of all people should know that."

Cryos gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you Luke."

"Will we ever see you again?" The Jedi asked.

"You can count on it." Cryos promised as he left.

…………………………………………………

A few hours later, after giving some advice to the heads of state of the New Republic and collecting Draco, Pahrac, Kentra and the baby Lalz, Cryos returned to the rooftop.

Yamna still sat there, looking over the city's twinkling lights with Traitin sitting by her side. When they saw the group approaching, they scooted a few feet apart.

"Yamna," Cryos said. "are you ready to go?"

"I told you I'm not going to the Jedi academy."

"That's not where we're going." Cryos pressed a button on his glove and a wormhole appeared. "We're going somewhere we can get a fresh start. This time, we'll all be together."

Yamna looked up at him. "But… you're a hero here. You'd give that up for me?"

"We talked it over." Kentra said. "I, for one, would do anything to be a family again. And I want to see you happy."

She looked to Pahrac, who just nodded.

Draco scampered across the rooftop, playing with the baby Lalz. They seemed to enjoy hunting him, and their stings knocked him out and kept him out of trouble for several hours. Truly, a win-win situation if there ever was one.

Yamna burst into tears and ran to her parents. "Thank you…" She whispered and walked through the portal.

Cryos nodded to Kentra and Pahrac and they followed her through.

He tossed the now unconscious Draco through the portal and scooped the three baby Lalz into the hollow space in his staff.

"What about me?" Traitin asked.

"You're free to do as you please." Cryos turned slowly towards him. "You're a hero here. You can live it up. I trust you to not abuse your power. Your training is basically complete. In your culture, you would be entering the age of adulthood. Act it."

"If it's ok," Traitin said, "I'd like to go with you." He paused. "Um, Cryos?"

"Yes?"

"About what you saw when you came up here-" He started before Cryos cut him off.

"Don't tell me, I don't want to hear about it." Cryos patted him on the back. "You're a good kid, and I like you. So here's all I'm going to say on the subject: Hurt her, and your body parts will be scattered across planets in a hundred planets in a dozen different Universes."

The Felon gulped nervously and Cryos gave him a shove through the wormhole.

He smiled and shook his head as he took one last look out over the city. He refused to say goodbye, because this wasn't a good bye. He had promised Luke and himself that he would come back someday.

But for now, he had a new life to look forward to.

Cryos turned and walked through the wormhole. It slowly spiraled and shrunk, and finally, vanished with a flash of light.