Adalia:

Daddy, she hurt my Daddy! Adalia sat on the uncomfortable cot, rubbing the tears away from her eyes and sniffling.

She had watched the sinister woman attack her father, she couldn't get his pained screams out of her head or the site of his blood smeared on his face.

"Daddy!" She had screamed helplessly and looked over to the woman. "Stop please, stop!" She cried digging her fingers into her skull and watched as Carth's body jerk uncontrollably against the shocks of lightning.

She dropped her hand and Carth's body went still, the brown haired woman looked at Adalia with false compassion in her dark, soulless eyes. "I'll leave your 'Daddy' alone," she smiled sweetly "if you come with me." She negotiated holding her hand out to her, gesturing for her to hold the black gloved weapon….

Adalia looked at her broken father and sighed quietly to see that his chest was still moving shallowly. "He'll be okay?" She asked fighting a lump in her throat.

"Mhmm." She stepped forward and came down to her knees to be at eye level with Adalia. "Only if you come with me." She stated and brushed Adalias' hair out of her face.

She cringed at the cold touch and shut her eyes tightly. "O-okay." She choked out.

"Good girl!" She praised and lifted her up into her arms and carried her away from her father's office.

"Be okay, Daddy. Be safe." She begged in her head hoping, praying that she was doing the right thing and her father would be okay like the woman had promised.

"Evening, Zerre." The woman said with a smirk to the secretary sitting at her desk staring blankly into space as drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

They quickly made their escape to the docking bay and entered what looked like to be a very scarred battle ship that didn't look anything like the transportation shuttles she would take with her father.

"Hey, you're back-"a tall man with dark hair and an identical robes as the woman's had appeared from around the corner. "Who the hell did you kid-nap?" He asked alarmed as he eyed Adalia sitting on the woman's hip.

"Nabbed us a hostage." She shrugged and carried Adalia deeper into the ship until they stopped at a room with a cot and sat the child down on it.

"Why?" The man asked as he followed them. "Who is this kid?"

Adalia peered up at them as she rubbed her watering eyes, don't cry in front of them, she told herself, don't show any fear. She had learned that much from her father, never let the enemy know that you are afraid, she sat up straighter.

"Atton, I'll let you know everything…." She had a sinister grin on her face then gestured to Adalia. "In private. But for now if you get to the cockpit unless if you want republic loading up our ramps" She promised the man and his eyes widened.

"Fine, Terra. Geeze, sometimes I really wonder about you…." He trailed off as he walked away shaking his head.

Adalia watched Terra carefully as she sat on the bed next to her and looked her fiercely in the eye. "I trust we won't try anymore stunts while you're here." She said coldly. "I have many friends aboard who won't think twice about stopping you if you throw a desk at them."

Adalia nodded then stared blankly at the metal wall fighting the urge to let herself cry, she brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face against her leggings so she didn't have to look at Terra.

"Good." She said bleakly and stood to stand in the door way. "The refresher is across the hall but I don't want you wandering around."

Adalia waited to hear her footsteps fade away until she let her tears flow over and sobbed quietly to herself.

Hours later she went back to staring at the wall as she hugged the flat pillow off of the bed for support and fingered the necklace her father had given her on her birthday that clung to her skin.

She heard the door open behind her and felt a slight hesitation in the person standing in the hall. "Hello, I've brought some dinner for you." The unfamiliar voice with a slurred accent said quietly, she felt kindness in his presence but she didn't care.

The only person she wanted to see was her father so she continued to stare at the wall.

The man walked in with a bowl of something in his hands and looked down at her with a small smile on his face, he had a gentle look about him, his neatly combed hair was a shining blonde and glittering green eyes but what Adalia noticed the most was the subtle but calm feelings that rolled off of his tall muscled body.

"I thought you might want something to warm your stomach." He gave her a small shrug and offered the bowl of what looked like soup, to her.

Her stomach ached as the sweet smell filled her nostrils. "All I want is my Daddy." She said brokenly and tightened her grip on the pillow. "I just want to go home." Don't cry, don't cry, she chanted to herself as she felt tears sting her glittering brown eyes again.

He looked at her sadly then lowered the bowl onto the side table next to the bed. "I'm- I am sorry." Was all he could say.

Don't cry, don't cry, she chanted even as tears spilled over, sliding down her pale face and a sob caught in her throat.

Something in the man snapped, as if he couldn't bare the child's suffering and he sat down next to her resting a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'm sorry." He said again gently rubbing her arm, attempting to soothe the five-year-old.

She reached out to feel his thoughts and didn't sense any anger just confusion and…. compassion? Nevertheless, she couldn't trust him, he was friends with Terra and shouldn't be trusted.

Her sobs decreased to sniffles and hic-ups. "You do not need to be afraid of me." He stated gently after a few minutes, she could feel him reaching out to her the same way Master Shann had before.

Was he a jedi too? She looked up at him questioningly and rubbed her swollen eyes with her palms.

"My name is Mical." He smiled and held his hand out to her. "And yours would be?"

"Adalia, Adalia Onasi." She told him resting her hand in his, he shook it gently reaching into his vest with his other hand to retrieve a hanker-chief and gently dabbed both of her eyes.

He nodded. "You should eat, Adalia." He said, resting her hand back down into her lap giving her the tissue. "We won't be reaching out destination for a long while."

She nodded and smiled at him, deciding she should give into her growling belly.

"Disciple." They both turned to see a bright red haired woman with the same robes as Atton and Terra. "Terra wants to see you." She said then turned to look at Adalia as if she wanted to say something else but turned and left instead.

"I'll come to check on you later."Mical gave her a pat on the hand and a reassuring smile before he turned to follow the red haired woman, leaving Adalia alone with her own thoughts and a now cold bowl of soup.

Carth:

He watched Scarrlet sitting in her hospital bed as she breast-fed their new born baby for the first time with a lazy grin on his face.

He had held her hand through twenty-eight hours of painful labor and watched as their daughter had been brought into the world by the woman he loved, he couldn't have been happier when he heard his baby crying for the first time and Scarrlet sigh in relief.

She slept soundly now in her mother's arms with Carth standing at the foot of the bed patting Scarrlets' knee. "I'm so proud of you, Scarr." He said for the fifth time and she gave him a tired smile.

"She's so perfect, Carth." She looked like she was going to cry as her finger glided from the babes hand to her full, rosy cheek.

Carth sat down next to her on the bed and draped an arm around his wife. "She's as gorgeous as you, beautiful." He kissed her temple and gently stroked the soft skin of baby's arm.

It was nearly imposable for him to believe that the small child cocooned in the mint-green blankets was his child, their baby. "So, Adalia then?" He asked never removing his gaze from the small bundle.

She nodded. "Adalia Lynn Onasi," She confirmed proudly then rested her head against Carths' shoulder and yawned.

"I love you, Carth." She said after a few minutes of watching their daughter sleep, as they waited for the reality to set in that they were parents and that they had a baby girl to raise and love now.

"I love you too, I love both of you." His hand roved over Adalias' head of dark hair. "And I'm going to do things right this time…." He promised them and himself.

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"Admiral, Admiral Onasi!" The distressed voice sounded so far away…. "Sir you are going to be alright." The voice confirmed.

He tried to make his voice work but his body felt too heavy.

Adalia, where was his daughter?

His senses were slowly coming back to his numb body as bright lights nearly blinded him. He could hear a few people crowded around him but none of the words were making any sense to him and then he heard a very familiar. "Beep-Boop-Bweeeep!" And a small shock on his leg made everything clear to him again, especially the pain.

He wielded his eyes wildly around his office looking for a familiar face but all he saw were a few random TSF officers guarding him as a doctor- the same doctor that took care of Adalia the night before- flashed a light in his eyes and talked to him calmly.

"He's awake!" The doctor declared but Carth gave him no attention as he attempted to ask him questions.

Terra, had she escaped? He tried for his voice again but only felt his lips move.

He turned his head and saw a droid next to him. No. Not just any droid….

"T-3?" Carth gasped, his voice sounding as rough as he bet he looked.

"Admiral, please remain still! Your head is bleeding very severely." He heard the doctor say but none of them mattered, all he focused on was the small droid that chimed frantically.

"Bweep-dop-dwooo-bweep!" T-3 excitedly chirped loudly in Carths' ear.

Even though Carth could never understand a single word the bucket o' bolts uttered he was over joyed to see him there. The last time he had seen him he was taken with Scarrlet and H-K 47 to regions un-known…. Which the Hawk was still with the exile, a plan began to wield in his bleeding head.

His mind snapped back to the present when he felt the puddle of blood beneath his head. "Adalia." He mumbled looking back to the people crowding him. "Where is she?" He demanded, and despite the hands trying to keep him still he painfully sat up to discover his arm wrapped in gauze and felt the same fabric wrapped around his skull.

"Where is she?" He repeated frantically searching around his destroyed office.

"Sir, she wasn't here when we arrived-" One of the TSF officers informed, he had heard enough. He pulled himself off of the ground feeling his body protest painfully. "T-3" He panted to the droid. "I need your help."

T-3 chirped and spun in a circle more than eager to help.

He ignored the protests of the people behind him and walked past Zerre in the lobby as she attempted to beg for his forgiveness.

"Just like old times." He said flatly as the droid followed him down the hall, letting the familiarity set in.

Adalia:

Mical had kept his promise and came to check on Adalia a few hours later, he was glad to see that she was no longer crying and that most of her food was eaten.

"Good evening." He greeted her with a smile.

"Where are we going, Mical?" She asked as soon as he stepped into the room, apparently the time alone had given her courage and he respected that.

"I can honestly tell you that I have no idea where we are going." He admitted, Terra refused to explain her plan to him.

She looked at him with innocent yet bold eyes. "Why am I here?" She pressed on. "Why did Terra hurt my father?" She looked at him demanding answers.

He stared at the tiny girl. "How old are you?" He asked, she was acting way beyond her age.

She held up five fingers. "Why am I here?" She repeated stubbornly.

Mical shook his head and looked at her with a stressed expression, he couldn't possibly begin to explain to her how important she actually was, rather how important her parents were….

He peered outside the room then closed the door behind him and locked it behind him as he walked over to Adalia to kneel in front of her.

"Adalia." He started with a sigh and looked into her eyes. "You need to trust me okay? Now I know that you don't know me but I do know how strong you are in the force and I know that you can weed out liars easily so you know when I tell you the truth." He paused and watched her carefully. "You need to know, Adalia that I am on your side and that I have no intentions to bring you any distress."

She looked at him, confusion furrowing her brow. "If you are friends with Terra then how can you be?" She questioned.

Mical said in a whispered tone. "I know your Father, Adalia. I have worked for him, before I joined the Ebon Hawk crew. But I am with the republic still." He insisted

Her eyes widened. "You know my Da-" He cut her off by holding his index finger to her shell-pink lips.

"They cannot know of this." He said firmly gesturing to the door and she nodded. "And I apologize but you must stop asking questions and just trust me. Alright?"

She almost protested but closed her mouth and decided she wasn't going to be able to get out of this situation on her own… "Alright." She agreed with a nod.

"I promise to you, Adalia. I will not let anything happen to you while I am around." He gently tousled her snarled hair with a reassuring nod.

"Thank you." She said very grateful to be able to relax knowing that she had one friend in this unfriendly place. "Can-can I ask you one question?" She asked holding up one finger.

"What would that be?" He asked uncertain.

"Terra-Terra was…. Was talking about my- my mother." She mumbled. Every time she would ever question her father as to why she only had a daddy and not a mommy he would quickly change the subject and refused to answer her questions.

"I apologize but I cannot tell you anything about your mother, that-that is not in my authority…." He said gently.

"But you know her!" She stated nearly leaping off of the bed.

"I know of her but no I do not know her personally." He told her and she nodded silently.

He turned his head as if someone had called him. "I must go." He said standing up quickly. "It's very late you should get some sleep, Adalia." He turned to leave.

She was very tired and decided he was right. "Good night, Mical." She said sweetly to her new friend and kicked her boots off to crawl under the blankets.

He couldn't help but smile at the small girl. "Good night, Adalia. Sleep well child." There was an un-explainable responsibility that he felt this little girl that he had no connection to but maybe he didn't want to understand it and just go with what was the right thing to do.

He shut off the light and closed the door leaving Adalia alone in the dark room.

Sleep wasn't going to come easy to her and she decided to give up on trying after about an hour of lying in the empty room.

She got up to use the refresher but before she returned to her temporary room she saw the light on in a room down the hall and heard the familiar sound of a droid working busily.

She knew that she wasn't supposed to wander but she decided that she would take the chance of running into an unfriendly face and walked to the room quietly to peer inside.

She saw a rusty colored droid working over a large computer. "Statement: I do believe that the 'other' masters' off-spring is safe for the time being." The droid talked to the computer which responded with a "Dweep- bop-boop."

Adalia found that there was a very large threatening gun in the droids reach and decided to stay away from this room….

She walked aimlessly around the ship discovering many locked rooms that she could easily slice through, she fingered the bracelet around her wrist that Mission had made her, but didn't want to find out what was on the other side of them.

"-don't you think that this is risky at all?" She stopped by one of the locked doors to find at least two people inside arguing and it sounded like the dark haired man-Atton, and he obviously wasn't happy.

"Atton," She could easily tell that the other person was Terra. "She is going to be a vital part of the operation. I don't see why you have a problem with it. Besides…. We've both done worse things."

There was a pause and then heard Atton sigh heavily. "Do you have any idea how pissed Revan is going to be when she finds out we've got her kid? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she already knew!" He paced in the room.

"Mhmm. I'm hoping she'll be pissed." She said simply.

"What?" Atton gasped.

"I was only planning on killing her lover but obviously this is going to be much more interesting!" She cackled a fearful laugh.

"Damn, you play a very dangerous game, woman." Atton hissed. "I don't know why you have the urge to get yourself killed but why do you have to drag all of us with you?"

She jumped when she heard what sounded like skin smacking skin. "You have such little faith in me that you think I'm so stupid that I'm going in there on a whim? Do you understand how vulnerable she will be when she sees that I have her daughter under my saber? Do you understand how easy it will be to make her go dark side and try to kill me when I slit her little mistakes' throat?"

Adalia jumped back and smacked right into a hard body.

A large hand muffled her terrified squeal and was thrown over the shoulder of the full armored body of the stranger. "Shh." He snapped when she began to protest.

They entered the engine room and he dumped the girl down in the work bench. "You're really risking your skin, kid." He shook his masked head.

"Who are you?" She demanded staring wide eyed at the threatening man.

He leaned back to look the girl over. "Been a while since I've seen you, kid." He stated as he lifted his mask over his head to show the grayed hair and scarred face beneath.

Carth:

They couldn't have gotten too far yet he knew that much, he was only unconscious for ten, possibly fifteen minutes.

"T-3." Carth called over his shoulder to the droid working in the computer room. "Anything yet?" He sat in the cockpit of his ship the Raven Knight.

"Bweeep-dwoop-bwop." He chimmed and rolled over to the navi-computer punching in the Ebon Hawks' destination coordinates he got from H-k 47 ( Carth made a mental note to thank the annoying assassin droid later ) and Carth eyed the computer.

"Defiantly un-known regions." He said grimly. "It's going to take at least three days! That's even with hyper-drive." He groaned angrily.

His hand brushed against his bloody bandages on his fore head praying that he only had a mild concussion. "I need to go patch myself up, T-3 watch the controls."

The droid took his place and Carth walked down to his infirmary. "I'm coming for you." He said quietly when he was alone. "I'm coming for you…. I promised." He said quietly to the two people who meant the most to them as he examined his wounds.