Coruscant - Military Prison Facility

It was no real surprise, what had happened. General Elin Garza was found guilty of negligence for using Republic Military resources and as-yet unknown Rakata technology to create an elite squad dubbed Eclipse Squad. Anyone could have told her that it was, without a doubt, a terrible idea. The ancient technology had driven the squad mad and caused them to slaughter two hundred people at Fort Klemark on Altair 9. They had then fled to Rishi to investigate the Revanites. Havoc Squad had been there on Rishi, also investigating the Revanite cult and Garza had met them their and requested they destroy Eclipse Squad. After a series of nasty engagements, they succeeded but the circumstances had destroyed Garza's career and her life. The General knew as soon as the whole crisis was over that she was too.

Sitting in the processing center visiting room, Garza gave a rare smile to Dren as he strode in. "There you are, Major. I was hoping you'd come and visit me one more time. They're going to be putting me away for a long time, probably the rest of my life."

Dren felt a lump in his throat. He had been at odds with Garza's methods on plenty off occasions and even sometimes wondered who was more ruthless, her or their Imperial opponents. But even so, her plans and tactics had saved millions or even billions of lives. It just didn't seem right that all of it ended in her utter disgrace. "It's not right, General;" he said, his voice thicker than either of them expected.

"Major;" she said gently, "I'm not a general anymore and you know the regs. You are not to address a prisoner by his or her former rank. He or she is just that, a prisoner. If you feel like being friendly rather than formal, call me Elin."

Dren shook his head, clearly getting more and more upset. "It's still not right."

"Major, listen to me;" she said, putting a hand on his thick forearm. "You of all people know that sometimes, I've allowed ethical lines to blur and shift in order to score an easier victory and while I can honestly say that everything I did was for the Republic, you showed me time and time again that there is always a better way. It may be riskier and more time consuming but even so, the quick and easy path usually proves to lead to trouble. You taught me that but I refused to learn and now, it's cost me and the Republic dearly. I now have the rest of my life to think about this."

Again, Dren began to shake his head but Elin Garza smiled and stood. "I'm sorry I won't be able to officiate your wedding to Lieutenant Dorne, Major. It would have been my greatest honor. In the mean time, go with the force and remember, no matter how bad or desperate the situation is, you can find a better way - the best way. It's your greatest talent."

Dren stood and snapped to attention but Ein shook her head. "No, Major; you know better than that. This time, I'll settle for a hand shake."

Blinking back unexpected tears, Dren shook her hand, enveloping it in his larger one and using the other to cover the top of hers. "I'm never going to forget you, Elin."

The former general, who had always been so tuff and stoic, blinked backed her own tears and said, "And I'll certainly never forget you, Major. May the force be with you."

Unable to stop himself, Dren embraced the older woman. She inhaled sharply but then patted his back. "Go on, Major;" she whispered, "your squad is going to need you."

Dren nodded and turned, heading back out of the prison.

When he came back aboard the Meteor, Major Dren Antilles was visibly upset. His face was stony and his eyes were slightly red rimmed. The muscles of his upper back clenched and relaxed involuntarily and his breathing was labored. His exhales were loud, angry huffs through his nose. As soon as Jorgan saw him, he said, "Alright, Squad, we're going to leave the Commander to his thoughts. Get changed into civilian clothes and go get some air. That's an order. Lieutenant;" he turned to Dorne. "you, of course, are excused from this mandatory fun. I suggest give the Major a once over, make sure that he's medically sound, you understand."

Elara nodded. "Right you are, Sir. I'll see to it that Major Antilles is in top shape when we need him."

When the others had piled out, Elara went to the armory. It's where Dren always went when he was upset. Her husband was clearly frustrated and upset about the whole affair with general- correction: prisoner Garza. It felt so terrible to even think of her that way.

With a sad sigh, Elara went to her husband and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "I'm sorry, my love;" she whispered. "I can only imagine how painful this must be for you."

"I don't know if I can keep doing this, Elara;" he murmured. "It just seems so wrong that Garza be prosecuted so severally after such a successful and heroic career. What happens if I or one of the others makes a mistake like that? Are we all to expect to be thrown to the razor hounds like that?"

"You know how much I respect Elin Garza, my love;" murmured Elara, "but her lack of foresight and accountability with command caused the death of two hundred good soldiers plus who knows how many others. If we hand't been able to stop them, you and I both know that they would have cut a bloody swath through all comers until some Jedi or Sith task force was tasked to take them out."

Dren sighed and looked down at the blaster rifle in his hands. He had mostly reassembled it. "Gotta finish this;" he murmured, "It's all clean. Just got to assemble it and rack it."

Elara smiled and straightened. "Set it on the bench, darling. Come with me."

Dren hesitated for just a moment before setting the remaining parts of the weapon on the bench and taking Elara's hands. With a loving smile, she led him back to their shared quarters. When the door hissed shut behind them, she folded herself into his brawny arms, took his face in her hands and kissed him lovingly and passionately. There were a couple methods to make Dren Antilles feel better when he was depressed. One was a good meal with good drink and a large desert. He had a veracious sweet tooth. The other was mind blowing, passionate, all-consuming sex.

The latter of the two was perhaps a little more work but many times more enjoyable for both parties. Gently, she pushed him onto the bed and knelt down. "I can get those;" said Dren.

Elara just smiled and said, "So can I. Don't move, Dren."

Quickly, the boots came off and so did the socks. Standing, Elara kicked off the soft shoes she had been wearing. Suddenly, she got an idea. "Could you go and grab some of that lubricant formula from the medbay;" she said, "I've a feeling that I'm going to need it today."

Dren nodded and stood. "Still in the cabinet on the right side, third shelf, right?" he asked.

"That's right."

Dren headed to the medical bay. As always, Elara kept it pristine. He could eat off any number of the services there - if his wife wouldn't drive him out with a can of disinfectant for messing up her clean bay. "This is a medical bay, Dren, not a mess hall. Get out of here with that-" and he could fill in the blank with anything; a ration bar, a plate of ribines, a bowl of cereal, hot or cold.

Even in his dark mood, a smile crossed his face. Elara was always able to make him smile and lighten his mood just by being herself. "Dren, according to regulation blah-blah, paragraph blah you are not allowed to wear that uniform undershirt with those physical fitness training trousers. You should go take them off."

He chuckled as he went into the cabinet and grabbed the lubricant. Technically, it was for inserting tubes either through the mouth or nose to clear airways but it was sterile and they had discovered that, in a pinch, it worked for other purposes just fine. It was quite funny, the way they had found that out. After an intense mission on Quesh, they had both gone into the chemical shower, just to make sure that the toxic atmosphere was thoroughly scrubbed from their skin. Of course, the harsh cleaners and hot water had a side effect of leaving one's skin rather dry. Dren had rubbed lotion over every inch of Elara's body which, naturally, turned into them copulating passionately. The problem was that Dren's skin was also quite dry and while the lotion was great for most of his body, they had run out before they could cover his rather sizable manhood. Desperate for sex, Elara had pelted to the medbay, only wearing a compression bra and her uniform trousers. Luckily, the others had been out and about. They tended to leave the ship as much as possible during down time. She had grabbed it, came back, finished disrobing first herself, then him and slathered it all over his manhood before demanding that he take her right there.

The memory was a good one and Dren was grinning ear to ear at the memory when he got back to their shared quarters. The site that greeted him caused his mouth to drop open. Elara was lounging on the bed wearing a set of lingerie she had purchased on Nar Shadda the last time they had visited. It was made of Drammassian shimmersilk - a single garment meant to leave little to the imagination. A large amount of cleavage was on display, as was her flat stomach and her long legs. With them, she wore black stockings that went up to her mid thighs and elbow length fingerless gloves. What's more, it felt heavenly against her skin, or so she said and Dren believed her.

Elara gazed at him expectantly before pointing and saying, "You - naked - now."

Who was he to deny that kind of order from such a goddess? Tossing the lubricant on the bed, he got rid of the rest of his clothes while Elara rolled over to showcase her fine rear end as well as her bare back. By the time she rolled back over, Dren was naked and climbing onto the bed with her. "Mmmm..." she purred, enjoying the sight of his hard muscles and his large, engorged manhood just centimeters away fro the apex of her thighs. "don't forget that lubricant, darling."

Dren grabbed it and was about to apply it when Elara sat up and plucked it from his hands. "Allow me;" she purred and pushed him onto his back.

Standing, she teasingly removed the garment, leaving her naked to his hungry gaze. Biting her lips, she took the tube of lubricant and said, "Do me a favor, my love;" she said, her voice low, sensual voice. "Scoot to the edge of the bed. I'm going to treat you to something new."

"New?" he said, his croaking rather embarrassingly.

"Yes;" chuckled Elara as she popped open the lubricant.

Rather than put it on her hands and spreading over his shaft, she applied it the her breasts and used her hands to make sure that it was thoroughly spread around. Dren's eyes suddenly widened as comprehension smacked him full in the face. "No way;" he whispered.

"So I decided to expand my reading material;" said Elara, her voice both conversational and scintillating at the same time. "I bought a large pack of a hundred and twenty holonovels and thought I would start there. I didn't realize that they were romantic erotica novels until I had read the first one. You know, it's amazing what you can learn from books that aren't even field, operator or technical manuals. For instance-" and she slid her ample breasts, enveloping his rock hard cock. "-I learned that men really love when well-endowed women use there large tits to pleasure them. I believe they are several names for it but it's general called a titty-kriff or something like that."

Dren couldn't possibly respond. In truth, he didn't quite know how. A part of him was awed at his wife and her willingness to do anything for him. Another part of him, one that he didn't quite register, was amused that his prim, proper, dignified and absolutely professional wife was doing something so lewd. By the force, he loved her.

"How is that, Darling? Am I doing it right?" she purred.

"I dunno;" he grunted as pleasure zinged through his body, "but if this is doing it wrong, then doing right must involve some really crazy tricks because I'm about ten seconds away from blowing."

"Really?" she purred before increasing speed and pressing her breasts even more firmly around his shaft.

When he groaned and said, "Elara, I'm cumming;" she wrapped her plump red lips around his manhood and moaned erotically as he shot his load straight into her mouth.

The sight was enough to make him buck, lie back and groan in absolute bliss. Whether because she truly enjoyed it or just because she was fully aware of how her moans affected him, Elara continued to moans until his cock stopped twitching. "My, my;" she purred, "that was a wonderful snack, darling. Thank you. Oh no!" she said, causing him to look at her.

The adorable look of dismay on her face caused his limp manhood to twitch. "It seems I was a little too good at that. Oh well. I'll just have to get you hard again, my love. You don't mind, do you?"

Gathering some of the lubricant on her hand, she wrapped it around his shaft and began to stroke. Still buzzed off of the incredible climax he had just experience, Dren managed to ask, "When did you become such a- a-"

"Raging slut?" purred Elara, "lewd woman? Desperate, cock-hungry siren?"

"Elara!" Dren gasped, blushing at her very crude, sexual language.

Elara leaned on one elbow and smiled, sensual at him, licking and biting her lower lip. "That's it;" groaned Dren, "I'm buying you more trashy holonovels."

That earned him a giggle. "I can't decide;" she said, "whether I want to suck this now or to ride it."

Unable to take any more of her dirty talk, Dren sat up, reached forward and lifted her into his lap, mashing his lips against hers possessively and passionately as his hands grabbed the firm cheeks of her rear end and squeezed. Elara giggled into the kiss. Pulling away, she reached between them. "I think you need just a little more lubricant, my love."

"Allow me;" said Dren and used a free hand to rub all over her ample breasts, gather the last bit of the excess lubricant and stroking himself to spread it out.

Elara bit her lip and whispered, "I've always like it when you played with my tits, Dren and I never thought that you stroking yourself could be so arousing."

Dren kissed her again and laid her down on the bed. As she moaned and returned the kiss, she felt him moving into position. Pulling away, she said, "Wait a moment, Dren. I want to be on top."

"Really?" he grinned and pinned her arms gently beside her head, "Well what if I want to be on top? What if I want to pound into you?"

Elara reached up and played with her tits. "You mean you don't want to see these babies bounce while I ride your hard cock?"

"No;" he growled, "I want to suck them - right now."

Before she could respond, he bent down and began to lavish his attention on her write breast. Elara began to moan and whimper. "But-" she moaned, "I want your throbbing manhood inside my womanhood."

Deciding that it was his turn to tease her, Dren continue to suck and nibble her pert, pink nipple. One of his hands slid down her toned belly, tickling her a little right around her navel. Elara gasped and wriggled, her breathing and moaning sounding as if she couldn't decide whether to giggle from the tickling or continue moaning from how his mouth was causing her nipples to grow hard. They were quite sensitive and Dren new it. Leisurely, he moved over to the neglected one and began to show it some loving as well. "Dren;" she moaned, "kriff me!"

His fingers moved from her ticklish belly to the apex of her thighs where he began to explore around her entrance, rubbing her clit and labia. "No;" she all but wailed but her legs parted, giving him greater access. "Dren I want your cock!"

He nibble her nipple a little, causing her to moan and her womanhood to continue gushing. Finally, after more pleas and demands, he moved between her molded, perfectly smooth thighs. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked, his voice low and sensual, using one hand to press the tip of his shaft against the swollen and aroused lips of her entrance. "Are you sure you want this inside you?"

"Yes;" she begged, "put it in me and pound me. Make love to me like you never have before."

Dren slid deep into her as if he had been made to. Elara moaned and hissed, "Yes! Oh finally, YES!"

Pinning her hands beside her head, he said in a rumbling voice. "Tell me exactly what you want right now, Elara."

"I want you to pound away at my quivering, aching womanhood until it convulses around your cock again and again. I want you to empty your seed into me and get me pregnant;" her words came out in a rush as if her very life depended on him fulfilling her lewd desire and need - and that's exactly what he did. Slowly at first, he retracted her hips and thrust into her. Elara bit her lower lip and moaned, loving how his hard cock sheathed itself in her body and caressed her all the right was at just the right speed with just the right force. With each thrust, paroxysms of pleasure rocked her body. Her eyes would flutter and she would utter a deep, throaty moan or egg her beloved husband on. "Oh yes! Just like that, Dren! I stars, my love, you're doing me just right! Oh! It feels so good when you're inside me!"

With another passionate kissed, Dren wrapped her legs around his waist, lifted her into his strong arms and continued his mad pounding into her.

Elara loved it when her husband used his considerable strength to lift her up and pound into her while she clung to him for dear life and just rode wave after wave of pleasure. Just as her first orgasm was a moment from crashing over her, Dren slowed and gasped out, "Change position?"

"To what?" she moaned.

"To where I can suck your tits while I'm kriffing you."

"Better idea;" she moaned. "Sit down suck them while I ride you."

Dren sat on the edge of the bed and as soon as her knees were under her, Elara rode him rapidly and intensely, moaning every time she sank onto him while Dren used his hands to knead and hold her breasts as he sucked and nibbled away at them. The first time, she came, Elara wailed with ecstasy, continuing to ride all the way through. When she came a second time, her eyes fluttered and she babbled incoherent words and phrases. "Yes!" was often repeated and "Stars" was also said several times. "Again" was said over and over until she came a third time. At that point, speech was impossible ad breathing itself was difficult but she couldn't stop.

Dren laid her down again and, feeling his own mind blowing orgasm approaching, increased his speed again, grabbing her by the backs of her knees and using them to pull himself into her again and again. Elara's eyes began to roll back and her mouth had fallen open. Her hands were fisting into the blankets on the bed and her toes were clenched tightly as the mother of all orgasms hit her. Her entire body convulsed with the force of it and the ecstasy blacked out her senses. She was barely aware as Dren loudly groaned his own climax and his shaft throbbed and pumped his essence into her body. Blearily, she mumbled, "That's it, my love. Pump your seed into me. I want to have your baby."

Dren was gasping and seeing none too clearly himself as he lowered her legs to the bed and climbed on it next to her. Both of them were breathing heavily and both of them were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "Wow..." said Dren. "If your goal was to make me feel better, you definitely succeeded, my love. I feel great!"

Elara smiled and rolled over to snuggle against her husband. "I'm glad. It wasn't too much? I didn't go overboard with the whole 'raging, cock-starved slut' thing?"

"Well that depends;" said Dren as he rested one hand behind his head and used the other to wrap around her.

She frowned in response. "Depends on what?"

"On whether is was an act or if you were serious. Because you see, if you were just acting, then you deserve a reward for the best acting in the galaxy. If you weren't acting and you were just really, really horny, then remember that you don't have to go that crazy before you can come to me with your frustrations. As you husband and the man who's absolutely crazy about you, I would be more than happy to take care of any needs you may have."

Elara grinned and whispered, "I'll have more in a few minutes, but this time, let's take it slow. I want to be try one more thing before we're done."

Dren's eyes widened in mock anxiety. "More? Good grief, Elara! What are you reading is these smutty holo-novels of yours?"

"Well in one;" she whispered, beginning to, once again, stroke his flaccid manhood; "this Togruta escort starts out wearing this really gorgeous and classy evening gown. She would suck their cock and get them off very quickly to ensure that they would last longer during the actual sex. Then, while they were recovering, she would strip down to nothing and crawl in front of them before stroking them back to hardness and begging them to make her cum. And then..." and she paused to run her tongue along the outer shell of his ear before whispering in the most sultry, scintillating tone, "she would kill them."

It took a second fro Dren to catch what she said but when he did, he said, "Wait, what?"

Elara giggled and said, "She'd kill them. She was a serial killer who preformed sexual acts and then killed her clients."

Dren shook his head and muttered, "You're crazy."

She giggle more before whispering, "In all seriousness though, I want to try something that's kind of... kinky. Don't worry. No one dies."

Clearly, her husband was leery now. "Okay... what do you want to try?"

Biting on her lower lip, she seemed to thing about it before saying, "I'll be right back. Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Please, darling;" she purred, "I just want to try something new and I really think that you'll like it."

Dren slowly nodded. His wife's little tease two seconds ago had put him in the mood again. He closed his eyes and heard his wife get up and start rustling around the room. Suddenly, she giggled and left. "Um... Elara?" he called.

"Wait just a moment, my love;" she called, her voice filled with excitement and eagerness.

Dren nodded and waited. After a few more minutes, she called out, "Please report to the medical bay, Major Antilles. There is a patient there in dire need of your attention."

Dren's eyes snapped open. His wife's voice dripped pure sex and desire and his manhood was, once almost ready to go. Casually, he lumbered over to the med bay and the site there shocked him more than anything he had ever seen his wife do or say. There she lay on the medical bed. She wore a single piece... something or other. It was similar to a bathing suit but the material looked gauzy and thin. "What the-" muttered Dren, his eyes too wide for his face.

The outfit was enough but his wife was also shackled to the medical bed and blindfolded. "Elara what are you doing?"

"Trying something new;" she purred wriggling a little.

Her legs were still wide apart but the fabric was in the way. He couldn't get it off the way she was shackled to the bed. "How-" and he gulped through a dry throat, "how do I get that off?"

"You can't, Darling;" she purred. "I guess you'll just have to rip it open for access."

Her legs were twitching, trying to rub together in anticipation. Dren approached her and used the bed control to raise it from horizontal to a forty-five degree angle. Elara was biting her lower lip and uttering little moaning noises. When she felt Dren's hands grasp her garment, she inhaled sharply. When he ripped it wide open, revealing her nakedness again, she moaned. With one more motion, the thing was in rags and her body was open to access. Her womanhood was already quivering and it dripped fluid. She couldn't see a thing or move and she was already getting off hard on it. Her whole body was trembling with pre-orgasmic energy. "Dren;" she whispered.

She felt his breath on the side of her neck just before he kissed it. She felt them on her breasts and she shivered. Her nipples were hard points and she thrust them upwards, begging for attention. But none came. "Dren!" she whined.

She felt his mouth on her womanhood and gasped, her entire body rocking at the contact - but then it was gone again. Before she could whine again, his hands ran over her shoulders and down, kneading and squeezing her breasts. "Mmmm..." she purred, biting her lower lip again.

From there, his finger tips brushed down her body, tickling her. Elara squealed slightly and wriggled. "Dren, stop that! It tickles."

His husky laugh caused her to realize that her ticklishness was the exact reason he was doing it. "Dren!" she began to giggle as he did it again, digging a little more into her soft, perfect skin.

"Stop it! Dren, please!" she continued to giggle until one of his hands began to tease the tips of her heaving breasts.

She whimpered and thrusts her breasts up again, wanting firmer contact but his hands just moved away. "Dren;" she whined, "suck them! Suck them please!"

Just as his lips closed over her breasts, his fingers found her aching core and began to caress it. Two fingers slipped in to her smoldering hot, soaking wet center and he began to stroke firmly.

Elara began to shriek with pleasure and delight. "Yes! Finally, yes! AHHH!"

After only a short while, she was ready to cum again. "Dren, kriff me!" she moaned. "Give me your cock!"

As he continued to suck one of her breasts and stroke pleasure out of her, he laid the bed down to horizontal and climbed on it. He knew that neither of them would last long so he carefully eased himself into her body. Elara gasped and arched her back with pleasure, chewing her lower lip as she did. With both hands, Dren kneaded her breasts and rumbled, "Are you ready, Sweetheart? This is going to be fast and hard!"

"Oh stars!" she moaned. "I want it so bad, as fast and as hard as you can give."

Moving his hands from her breasts, he grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her vigorously, their bodies making firm smacking sounds as he did. Elara was gone within the first ninety seconds. The foreplay her husband had done to her and the eroticism of the whole situation of beings strapped down and blind folded was too much for her and she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body was wracked with spasms and her mouth was open in soundless moans. Dren was right behind her and let out a long, stifled groan of pleasure as he came harder than any of their previous encounters that night.

They both lay there, gasping and Elara whimpered and said, "Oh stars, Dren it won't stop!"

Looking down, he saw that her womanhood was still twitching and every now and again, a little stream of fluid would come out. Dren grinned and leaned over to kiss his wife passionately. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back.

It took several minutes before her body began to calm down. Dren picked her up, shredded garment and all and carried her to their quarters again. When they were snuggled back on the bed, Elara murmured, "Did that help?"

Dren chuckled and placed a burly arm over her. "Yes, it helped quite a bit. Thank you, Elara."

"What are wives for?" she chuckled. After a moment, she asked, "So who should officiate our wedding then?"

Dren kissed the back of her had and pulled her just a little more tightly to him. "I don't know and I don't want to think about it right now. The others will be back aboard soon and, frankly, I want to be asleep when they are."

Elara nodded and smiled, waiting a few seconds before asking, "Do you think your Jedi friend Nedeser Thul would be willing to? He has such a way with words and his voice is so melodious."

Dren gently dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her a little more as he said, "You are determined to have this conversation right now, aren't you?"

Elara giggled and tried to pull away. "Stop it, you nerf. Stop! Or I'll never tie myself up for you again!"

Dren chuckled and let up on his tickling before murmuring, "You sure about that? By how hard you just climaxed, I'm guessing you enjoyed it nearly as much as I did. By the stars, where did my straight-forward, by-the-books wife who never does anything outside of regulations go and who is this kinky she-demon who replaced her?"

Elara wriggled around in his arms and purred, "Maybe after all of our couplings, after having so much Corellian put into me, you are starting to rub off on me. I'm glad you enjoyed."

The big soldiers kissed her tenderly and pulled her close, loving the feel of silky blond hair and soft, smooth skin against his own body. Elara began to trace the scars that covered his skin. Just before sleep took either of them, Dren murmured, "I'll contact Des when we wake up. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to officiate for us."

"Hmmm..." Elara hummed just before slipping off to sleep.

Dren smiled and kissed the top of her head one more time before joining her in slumber.

Three Weeks Later - Aboard the Valor-Class Cruiser Memory of Taris

Dren was getting antsy. After yet another meeting and reports about these Revanites, he was worried that they had gotten away and whoever this Revan pretender was, he was garnering power. Dren had never seen the Jedi Master Nedeser Thul so grim and antsy. Revan had been Des's hero and the idea that someone was using his armor and mask to cause this kind of havoc was causing the young Jedi Master a great deal of anxiety, not to mention anger.

As he tapped through his datapad, heading to one of the Memory's on-board caf stations, his comlink chimed. "This is Major Dren;" he answered absentmindedly.

"Dren;" is was Elara, and her voice was trembling. "I need you to come back to the ship - right now."

Dren frowned and put his datapad back on his belt. "I'm on my way back right now. What's wrong, Elara?"

"Just come quick;" she said, her voice pleading.

Dren took off at a run, barreling past Alias Ordo and Nedeser Thul without even a word. He didn't notice that the two Jedi glanced at one another before turning to follow him quickly. He tore through the hanger that his BT-7 Thunderclap shared with a sleek, silver and red Corellian Engineering Corporation XS Light Freighter. He didn't even notice that at the bottom of the ramp Moira Denic, a long time friend, and her husband Corso as they played with their twins on some shipping crates. Again, Moira saw that he was in trouble and hurried to follow him up the ramp.

In the main comms room, Dren was shocked to see Aric Jorgan hugging Elara tightly, a huge, fanged smile on his fuzzy face. Seeing Dren, Aric let go and stepped back. Never had the Cathar shown so much emotion. His eyes were even beginning to blink rapidly. "Sweetheart? Elara what's-" and he noticed the med-scanner in her trembling hands. Her face looked like such a mixture of different emotions that he couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

Wordlessly, she handed it over to him before clasping her hands beneath her chin. Frowning anxiously, he looked through the scan results. No viruses, no infections, no blood-born pathogens, no diseases, no internal bleeding, no-

Dren's mouth dropped open in shock and he looked at his wife. He looked back at the screen... and then back at his wife. "Is this-"

"Yes;" she said in reply.

"And how many times did you-"

"Ten;" she replied.

"And all ten of them-"

"Yes." she said.

They both stood stock still for over a minute. Then, Dren's face broke into a smile so big that his face was almost unrecognizable. In one stride, he was there, holding his wife and murmuring, "I'm gonna be a father."

Elara nodded vigorously. As they separated, Dren saw that she had begun to smile and tears were running down her cheeks. Hell, tears were running down his cheeks! Turning to face his friends, he displayed the datapad and said, "I'm gonna be a father."

Silence for just a moment. And then Moira Denic let out a whoop and rushed both of them. Hugging them so fiercely that it was a second before either of them could breathe. "Congratulations!" she crowed, "you two are going to be adorable, amazing parents!"

The two Jedi were smiling broadly as well. Alias shook Dren's hand and clapped him on the shoulder and Nedeser, to no one's surprise, scooped up Elara in a huge hug and pounded Dren's broad back, fighting off tears all the while. Looking pleadingly at the two Jedi Masters, Elara asked, "How is our baby?"

"May I?" asked Des, his voice still a little choked as he held his open hand over her belly.

Elara nodded and he placed it on her firm abdomen. Closing his eyes, Des reached out with the force and sensed the tiny life already forming. He could sense its - her unique traits beginning to form. It was perfectly healthy and- and Des gasped. This child was going to be very strong in the force.

Clearing his throat, he gave them both a reassuring smile. "Your little one will be just fine, my friends. GAH! I am so proud of you both!" and he hugged them again.

Elara giggled and asked, "Why? All we did was have copious amounts of sex."

There was a time that such a comment would cause Nedeser Thul to blush. By this time, he just laughed and said, "I'm proud of what you will do. Do you want to know the sex of the little one?"

Dren and Elara looked at each other before saying, "No, thank you. We want it to be a surprise."

Dren nodded and stepped back to stand next to Alias Ordo. The Mandalorian Jedi Master crossed his arms over his beskar'gam and watched with his friend as Elara, Moira and Dren excitedly discussed plans to turn one of the extra crew quarters into a nursery. "Can you sense it to, Alias?"

"I can, Vod;" murmured the tall, steel-gray haired Jedi Master. "That little Antilles has the potential to be a powerful Jedi one day."

Des nodded and closed his eyes. Reaching out with the force, he was not surprised when glimpses of the future came to him - many possible futures. A Jedi warrior defended against marauders. A Jedi healer strode through the carnage of a disaster on some world or another, bringing those on the very brink of death back.

Opening his eyes, he murmured, "One of us will be her master, Alias."

"But who will it be?"

"Only the force knows for sure. The future is always in motion;" replied Alias.

Slowly, the Jedi Knight nodded. "But let us keep our concentration here and now. The danger in the galaxy will wait another few minutes."

Moments later, Aric Jorgan was driving everybody - smuggler captain, Jedi Masters and Havoc Squad members out with demands to give the soon-to-be parents some privacy. "They should enjoy it while they can;" he said with a sharp-toothed grin.