Prologue
A crisp breeze rolled across the tundra world, somewhere in the Mid-Rim. The night was still, the temperature dropping rapidly. Shrugging his parka tighter around himself, Finn paid it no mind. It was nerves that were chilling his bones far more than the winter wind. Not for the first time, he regretted not settling his little family somewhere warmer, instead of an out-of-the-way, lightly frosted planet. Besides... she much preferred warmer climes...
Finn glanced up into the night sky. The horizon was full of stars. If he squinted, he could make out the glowing red dot that was neighboring Malastare in the distance, probably five, six lightyears from here. No more than ten parsecs by freighter - the Falcon could probably make the trip in that time, maybe even less.
A prolonged scream coming from the mossy, domed hut behind him made Finn's blood run cold all over again. Glancing through his peripheral vision for the briefest instant, he watched the droid standing guard outside the fire-glowed entrance turn back towards the flap made of animal skin. In that same instant, Finn used his Jedi reflexes to attempt to speedily circumvent the annoying robot and burst back into the hut.
ZAAP!
Finn growled through the gritting of his teeth as the blue sparks electrocuted his skin from a taser built into the droid's arm. No kriffing fair. The bucket of bolts may be a medical professional, a doctor, but Finn didn't much care for its directives. Not when chief of these was that he must remain separated from the woman he loved, for her safety... and for his.
"I'm sorry, sir," the medical droid conveyed apologetically. His tone was even more annoying and insufferable than C-3PO's. "We must ensure a safe delivery. When the little one is safe, you may go in and see it and its mother. It is best if you wait out here."
The next wails of pain seemed to back up the droid's point, followed by pronounced cursing. Then came the bellowing threats: "HOLY FORCE, FINN, YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS - AHHHH! GODS!"
Finn winced, tears stringing at his eyes sharply. He hated nothing more than to see or hear her in any pain, and he hated deeply whenever she was angry with him. If he could take her agony away, he would gladly do it, without hesitation. His frustration translated in that moment towards rage, and Finn let it envelop him like a hot blanket, despite the back of his mind replaying all the warnings she had given him, about the dark side when used too much. Finn elected to employ Sith tendencies productively and in moderation - as he now did when he tried to tackle the droid and turn it into scrap metal.
This tactic worked about as well as Jedi reflexing his way past the gatekeeper. The medical droid merely zapped Finn again, knocking the dark-skinned man flat on his back. Finn yelped this time, the blue sparks that were licking up his arm now taking him back to an exciting, more wild time...