Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters; however, Angeles Dollslayer character is mine.
"My apologies, Ben," Angeles replied. "I just found out I was adopted. I'm in shock right now."
"Understood," he replied, his voice full of compassion. "How did you find out, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I found out at the reading of my father's will. The reading was pushed back due to the end of the war, and the transition afterwards. My mother did not want me to know about it until they were both deceased."
"Do you know who your biological parents are?"
"Yes, and were. Both of them are dead." Ben gave Angeles a sympathetic look.
"Apparently, I was not born on Naboo," Angeles continued. "My birth certificate says I was born on Mandalore."
"Mandalore?" Ben uttered in surprise, his eyebrow raised.
"Yes. My biological parents were both Mandalorians."
"I am sorry to see they are both deceased. My parents were Mandalorians, too."
"I did not know you were Mandalorian, Ben," Angeles said, surprised by his revelation.
"I didn't know myself, until a couple of years ago. What are their names?"
Angeles took a deep breath. Maybe Ben could tell her about her parents.
"My biological mother's name was Ursula Covington. Name ring a bell?" she asked hopefully.
"No. Sorry," Ben replied. Angeles saw Caleb Syndulla, the boy Ben and Padme were adopting, approach Ben's side.
"Caleb, go back to bed," Ben told the Twilek boy. He saw Angeles on the screen.
"Hi, Senator Dollslayer!" Caleb said with excitement in his voice.
"Hello, Caleb," Angeles said. "Ben is right, you should head to bed."
"I can't. Padme is sleeping, and I need to be here for Ben." The boy climbed onto Ben's lap.
"For me?" Ben questioned Caleb. "I'm in a private conversation with the Senator."
"The senator is telling you about how she found out she was adopted, right?" was the boy's response. Ben's face was red in embarrassment.
"Caleb, now you know better than to listen to people's private conversations..." Ben scolded him.
"But I wasn't, I promise! I just wanted to be here when your father's name is mentioned."
"My father's name? That's it, off to bed you go!"
"His name is Skeet Shipshooter, isn't it?" Caleb suddenly blurted out.
Angeles' face went pale. Caleb said her biological father's name. He said Ben's father was Skeet Shipshooter!
Now looking at Angeles, he said,
"His name is on the paper she is holding."
Ben's eyes widened in disbelief. Angeles held the birth certificate closer to the screen, so that Ben could see it.
"He's right," Angeles gasped. "My biological father was Skeet Shipshooter."
"I told you, Ben," Caleb said softly, as he hugged him. Ben stared at Angeles, who was now crying.
"I think the both of us need to take a DNA test when you get to Naboo," she managed to say. "I hope it's true, Ben. I have no family left."
"I hope so, too," Ben replied. Hearing him say that comforted Angeles.
"It's getting late. You need to put Caleb to bed. Have a good night, Ben."
"Same to you, Angeles." He disconnected the call.
Angeles closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. So much had changed in just a short period of time!
"Please be true," Angeles prayed out loud. "Please let Ben be my brother."