Hera descended from the ramp of the Ghost to feel the familiar warm rays of Ryloth's sun on her face. The moment was made all the sweeter by the fact that she was able to do so in a galaxy free from oppression and tyranny. They had destroyed the Emperor a few weeks ago and whilst there had still been some resistance from the remaining Imperial forces, it was clear that the Empire's reign was coming to an end. So, Hera had taken the opportunity to visit her parents back on Ryloth that itself had been recently liberated from the Empire's clutches.

She had parked the ship next to her fathers' new house that had been built near where her old home use to be. It was simpler, with only a few windows noticeable from where they had been etched into the side of the mountain, no doubt connecting to at least one of many tunnels hidden inside that her ancestors had been using for centuries. It suited them. Her family had been fairly well off before the clone wars with countless servants and wealth, but over two decades of fighting had squandered most of it away. Not that any of them were complaining. After everything that had happened, just having a house was a luxury.

As she walked down the ramp, she noticed her father waiting for her outside.

"Aya Cham!" Jacen called, escaping from her grip once he spotted his grandfather. Hera watched fondly as he leaped into her father's arms.

"You're getting heavy eoh uru." Cham teased as he struggled to hold him in his arms.

Hera suspected that it was more to do with her father's age than Jacen's weight but she didn't mention that.

She looked fondly at the pair's interaction. Jacen was babbling about nothing and everything whilst Cham tried to balance him on one hip with a smile. She had been worried at first that they wouldn't get along since they rarely saw each other and she wasn't sure how her father would react to her having a son with a human Jedi. But she needn't have worried. The pair got along like a house on fire, with Cham dotting on his grandson as much as Hera would allow him and Jacen idolising him as a hero and male parental figure. Gobi adored him to, he was always tying to feed him when they came over, claiming that the boy looked too thin and would teach him how to play on his guitar.

Thinking of Gobi, Hera looked around. But couldn't see her Tiwva anywhere. That was strange. He was usually at Cham's side whenever they visited.

"Where's Aya Gobi?" Jacen asked, taking the words out of her mouth.

Cham fixed her with a look that she hadn't seen in over twenty-five years.

He took his hand in her own, the other holding Jacen's from where he had placed him back on the ground.

"Come with me."

Hera numbly allowed herself to be pulled along. Her mind went blank, afraid of the answers her thoughts would bring. She was conscious enough to be surprised though when Cham didn't lead them into the house, but instead along the carved path up the side of the mountain.

Her heart stopped when she realised where he was taking her.

"No..." She breathed as they entered the Syndulla family cemetery. Cham walked her over to where a clean stone commemorated the life of Gobi Glie-Syndulla.

She glanced at her father who was already looking at her with sorrowful eyes.

"Hera…I …I wanted to tell you in person."

"No…" She echoed, unable to believe it. They'd won. They'd won the war. The suffering was supposed to be over. She want supposed to have to loose anyone ever again. She-

"Hera?" Cham asked, interrupting her thoughts and suddenly she was ten years old again, not knowing how to deal with the loss of a parent. Tears welled in her eyes and she couldn't bring herself to try and stop them as they fell down her cheeks. The next thing she knew she was being held in her father's arms as sobs ricocheted her body. She pressed her face against his chest as he stroked her lekku with soothing touches. At the back of her mind, she tried to remember the last time her father had been this fatherly towards her.

"Where's Aya Gobi?" Jacen repeated, not entirely understanding what was going on.

Before she could answer, Cham had knelt down in front him to place a consolidating hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. He is dead eoh uru."

Jacen's eyes widened in shock before he shook his head angrily.

"No he's not. Stop lying! He can't be dead. That's not fair! He… he…" Angry sobs choked his words and Cham didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around him to lift the boy up. He balanced him on the side of his hip as Jacen clung to his neck.

The sight of her son crying reawakened the tears inside Hera. Unfortunately Jacen was no stranger to death having grown up in the midst of a war but this was the first time it had affected him so personally whilst he was alive. Once again, she found herself in her father's embrace, her son pressed against her.

"How?" She managed to ask through her cries.

She felt rather than heard her father sigh as he relived the painful memory.

"It was a few days before the attack on Endor. We were driving the last remaining Imperial forces from our planet, causing the Empire to act like a cornered animals they are and stage one last desperate retaliation. They launched all their remaining torpedo bombs at the refugee camp here in the Tann Provence. Gobi died saving the lives of Numa and her family."

They stayed like that for what felt like a lifetime. Their cries the only sounds in the silent graveyard.

"He loved you two like you were his own." Cham told them once the tears finally stopped.

"But we were his own? Weren't we?" Jacen asked, looking up at his grandfather in confusion. Cham smiled sadly down at him in return.

"Yes. Yes you were."

At those words, Hera finally removed herself from her own grief to look at her father. Although she'd been joking about it before, his age really was starting to show. He was paler and more wrinkled with sun spots marking his now yellowish skin. His air bulges had started to sag and he was missing a few of his crooked teeth. His body with thinner too, he had always been lean but now it was from a lack of muscle and he stood with a slight hunch.

Her father had never been a perfect man but seeing him as anything resembling weak felt unnatural. And that was only from the effects of his age. She had no idea how badly Gobi death had affected him.

But she could already tell that it was bad. After her mother's death, he hadn't felt anything but anger. Now he just seemed empty.

Hera barely survived loosing Kanan. She couldn't even begin to imagine how he could lose the love of his life twice. She was drawn away from these thoughts however when Cham pulled back so that he could grip her shoulders to look her directly into her eyes.

"Hera, Gobi made me realise just how poor of a father I have been. I promise you that I will dedicate the rest of my life to being the father that you deserve."

Hera didn't know what to say. All her life all she had ever wanted was for Cham to be her father. And now that actually planned to be she didn't know what to say. But luckily Jacen did.

"But you're already the best grandpa. You should come live with us on the Ghost! Then we can be together all the time so that you can the best father to!"

Hera looked down at her amazing son who kept continually surprising her with his brilliance.

"Well, what do you say father?"

"I would love to, if you will allow me." He asked, looking uncertainly at his daughter.

"Of course we will." Hera said, for the first time since she could remember initiating a hug between her and her father.

Cham sank into her embrace, probably not having been on the receiving end of a hug since Gobi died. The thought only made Hera hold him tighter. Not wanting to be left out, Jacen wrapped his arms around their legs, nearly making them fall over. Hera let out a light giggle as she picked up her son so he was balanced against her hip. She then held out her other hand towards her father.

"Come on, let's go home."

Smiling, Cham took her hand and followed his family to his new home.

A/N Sorry!!!!! I've had this end planned from the beginning and I had thought about changing it but I was really proud of this chapter so I decided not to. Again I am so sorry!!

Ryl: Aya- grandfather

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