Chapter 5

After returning to his room and going to bed, Drengin found it difficult to sleep. The meeting had been…disturbing. What Woren wanted them to do didn't make sense. The fact that he even summoned them together for a meeting didn't make sense. Frustrated, Drengin sat up and tossed his pillow onto the floor. If only Anakin was here to talk to.

A dull thumping sounded against his door and Drengin opened it with a wave of this hand. Mikel walked into the room with his favorite blanket clutched in his hand.

"What's wrong Mikel? Did you have a bad dream?" Drengin sat up and removed his covers.

Mikel nodded his head and Drengin picked him up and set him on the bed and then placed the covers over Mikel and himself. "There, now no bad dreams can get you."

Mikel snuggled up against Drengin and sucked at his thumb as his eyelids began to drift shut with sleep.

Drengin listened to Mikel's slow even breathing and attempted to go to sleep, but still sleep alluded him. Giving up on sleeping, Drengin began to meditate.

~*~*~

Woren sat in his usual meditation spot in his quarters, patiently waiting for Redav to make contact. Everything was slowly starting to come together. Soon the battle between the Jedi and Sith would begin.

/Woren./

The voice sent a shudder up Woren's spine. Obi-Wan's voice was taking on a colder and more sinister tone. Probably the result of being around Sith for a number of years, but it had changed somewhat since the battle on Mustafar between Kenshin and Anakin. /Everything is proceeding as you have foreseen. The Council is preparing to evacuate all the Senators and those who aren't Force sensitive./

/Good. Has there been any word on Anakin and Kenshin?/

/No sir, they are still maintaining comm. silence. A Jedi has been sent to go inform them of your presence here./

/Excellent. How is Skywalker's growing family doing?/

/Very well. The twins are due in less than a week. They won't risk transporting her so close to the due date./ Woren reported.

There was a couple of seconds of silence before Redav spoke. /Make sure one of the infants remains in the Temple when the attack comes./

/It will be done./ Woren swore and then once again the connection was blocked and Woran rose from his meditation spot to begin preparations for the day.

~*~*~

Redav's eyes glittered yellow as he left his quarters and headed for the bridge. Dark waves of the Force billowed around him, so much that even those not Force sensitive trembled as he passed them.

As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, conversations ceased and the men were cautious in how they moved. Captain Solo, as usual, was standing near the viewport and reading a datapad containing the daily reports from the different areas of the ship.

"Captain, have the fleet leave the asteroid field and head to the nearest system away from here."

Captain Solo looked up from his datapada, his face and tone firm. "Yes sir!" He responded and left to convey the order.

Redav walked closer to the viewport and looked out at the asteroids that blocked a clear line of sight of the many stars. At the edges of his senses he sensed a familiar presence approaching from the asteroid field. Redav's brow narrowed and a scowl crossed his face. "Have this ship remain here for now!" His voice boomed in the cockpit, startling some of the ensigns who were still not used to being under Darth Redav's command. "There will be a small ship entering into sensor range in two minutes, tractor that ship into my private docking bay!"

Redav stormed from the cockpit and headed for his personal bay. She should not be here. I told her I was not returning. Does she still think that she can convince me otherwise?

By the time Redav reached his private docking bay the small two person ship had been tractored inside. Redav crossed his arms, still scowling. He watched as the ramp lowered and Siri walked down the ramp. She had cut her hair, he noted, for it now hung an inch or two above her shoulder. She wore the regular brown Jedi clothing and had her lightsaber clipped to her belt. "You should not have come."

"Perhaps," was her short clipped response.

Redav's gaze traveled over her, admiring her figure and the way her presence shone in the Force.

Siri reached out with her right hand and brushed Redav's cheek with her fingers. "You didn't ever say goodbye." Her eyes shone with tears as her fingers ran over his short beard.

Redav grabbed hold of her hand and moved it away from his body. "I'm not the person you remember." He turned and headed for the corridor that led into his chamber. "You should leave."

Determination still flowing through her, she followed him into his chamber. "You have the choice to come back, Obi-Wan."

Redav whirled around, his eyes flashing angrily. "There is no choice. You do not see the big picture, Siri. You don't know what I know!"

"Then explain it to me!" Siri shouted back and moved closer to him. "What could possibly be keeping you from returning home?"

"It's nothing that you need to know!" He retorted.

"Then it must not be that important, unless you enjoy being a cold hearted Sith!"

Redav shoved Siri against the wall, his arm pressed against her chest. "You know me better than that."

Siri's head swimmed for a moment and she blinked her eyes to get them to focus. The pressure on her chest grew as Redav pressed against her and she smirked. "So you admit that you are still Obi-Wan."

Redav pressed his face against hers, their noses touching. "Why don't you just leave me alone." He could feel her heartbeat against his arms, and a tingle of desire ran through his body. Before she could respond, he claimed her lips into his own and sucked on them like a thirsty man.

Siri responded hungrily to the kiss, her body melting under his.

Obi-Wan trailed hot kisses down her throat and then back up so he could nibble on her ear. He moved his arm and pressed her whole body against her and traced her sides with his hands.

Siri gasped as her body tingled and she buried her hands into Redav's hair.

Redav scooped her up then and carried her over to his bed.

~*~*~

Nev-Kwellen woke up in the tree cave and looked around in confusion until he remembered that he had come here after he had a heated exchange with Raven. What is it about her that aggravates me so much? I never had this problem at the Sith Temple. Maybe because she's a Jedi? He frowned, it had to be more than that.

A long buried memory rose in his mind, forcing him to relive a portion of his life.

Nev-Kwellen's father stormed into the ship's cabin and yanked ten-year-old Nev-Kwellen out of bed. "Get up lazy boy!"

Nev-Kwellen landed hard on the floor and groaned as his already injured shoulder protested at the abuse. "Yes sir. He stood up and hurried grabbed his clothes and went into the refresher. He quickly washed in the sonic shower and then dressed facing away from the mirror so that he did not have to see the bruises that marred his skin.

The ship shuddered as it thumped down on the landing pad of the Sith Temple and Nev-Kwellen's gut twisted. His father was really going to do it. His mind numb, he buried his anger deep down, forcing his face into a mask of cold indifference. He made his way to the ramp was his father was impatiently waiting and avoided looking at his father's eyes.

As he started down the ramp, his father impatiently pushed him, sending Nev-Kwellen tumbling down the ramp instead.

"Stop dawdling!" Nev-Kwellen's father barked.

Nev-Kwellen's face flushed red as his anger rose back to the surface. Standing up, he followed behind his father. If only his mother was still alive.

Nev-Kwellen pushed back the memory with a vengeance, his eyes watering. He would not cry. Not now. He was a man now, grown men do not cry.

There was a rustle from the two trees that made the entrance and Raven entered. "What's wrong Nev-Kwellen? Asha said she felt you in pain."

"It's nothing." He responded, not looking up at her. "Go away."

Raven frowned and sat down next to him. "It's certainly not nothing. Let me help you. Tell me what's bothering you."

He looked into her caring eyes and visibly shied away. "I can't, I'm sorry, I just can't."

Raven moved slightly to give him some more space and handed him two slices of wrapped bread. "Here, I made it yesterday, it's my mother's recipe."

His stomach growling. Nev-Kwellen accepted it and tried a piece. "This is good." He commented and ate another piece.

Raven smiled. "I'm glad you like it. It was my first time making it."

A smile tugged at Nev-Kwellen's lips as he finished off the bread. "You're not a baker?"

Raven shrugged. "It's not something I do often." She turned her head toward the opening as she sensed her father's watchful presence some distance away.

"I don't think your father likes me." Nev-Kwellen said.

"He's just cautious." Raven told him and looked back at him. "I am his only daughter after all. I think he's worried about what will happen if you go back to the Sith."

Nev-Kwellen raised an eyebrow. "What? That'll you'll follow me?" He snorted at the thought, as if she would ever do that."

Raven didn't take offense and instead just clarified what she had said. "He's worried that you'll break my heart by leaving."

"Right, like we're in love or something crazy like that."

Raven's lips thinned as she pressed them together. Don't react to his words, respond with love. "He knows I'm old enough to make my own choices, but it is nice to know that he cares."

Silence descended for a couple of minutes before Nev-Kwellen spoke in an almost inaudible voice. "My father never did."

~*~*~

"You wouldn't happen to be spying now, are you?" Qui-Gon asked as walked up to Xanatos' side.

Xanatos crossed his arms over his chest and continued staring at the grove of trees where Raven and Nev-Kwellen were. "I'm just observing."

"She's not a little girl anymore, Xanatos. She can take care of herself."

"I know that, but I can't help but worry."

Qui-Gon chuckled and placed his hand on Xanatos' shoulder. "Is it all just worry or is the nest feeling empty?"

Xanatos glanced at the ground, at the dirt-covered tips of his boots, and then looked up at Qui-Gon. "I missed ten years of her life and then after that I only saw her through holomessages until she returned a few days ago. And now with the Sith on the move…"

Qui-Gon gently squeezed Xanatos' shoulder and then removed his hand. "Have you meditated lately?"

Xanatos shook his head, "No, I haven't. I've been busy."

"I'm headed over to my usual meditation spot, would you like to join me?"

Xanatos looked back at the grove of trees for a moment before answering. "Do I really have a choice?" He grinned as Qui-Gon gave him an innocent look.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before they started lightly laughing. Together they walked down the path away from the grove of trees.

~*~*~

After a light morning breakfast, Anakin and Kenshin left the Casa and found Lecwertawa waiting for them outside.

Lecwertawa walked up to them and then dropped to his knees, ducking his head to the ground and splaying out his hands to his sides in a sign of respect. "Greetings Ja'mak Skywalker and Ja'mak Kenobi. The clan dynasts have assembled and are awaiting your presence in the grand dukha."

Anakin nodded. "Please lead the way."

They left the Casa behind them and went down a trail that veered away from the one they had traveled on to get to the Casa. They traveled deeper into the green woods until they came upon a large field that was ripe for harvest. They passed several more fields, each bearing a different crop until they were back briefly in the woods. When they emerged from the woods five minutes later they walked through a field of grass and beyond it was a large village.

As they entered the village they saw a large crowd of Noghri waiting for them. There were men, women and children there. The children had a very light gray skin tone and the elder Noghri had a darker gray skin tone.

At the entrance of the village was a group of ten young adult males, five on the right and five on the left standing in a straight line and waiting to escort the visitors to the Dynasts who were waiting in the grand dukha.

There was excited chattering among the Noghri as they watched for the visitors arrival.

The crowd parted as Anakin, Kenshin, and Lecwertawa walked in the middle of their escort and their escorts began to move in a straight line for the grand dukha.

The dukha was certainly large. It was round and had a domed roof made of plaited grass. The doorway was covered with some sort of brown flexible flap. Its walls were made of wood, both inside and out and inside one could see that the roof also consisted of wooden planks. The supporting pillars were also made of wood. Inside the dukha were numerous carvings on the walls and pillars. There were floating wick lamps near the walls and a gap in the center of the ceiling that let light pour into the dukha. There were also solar light fixtures in the walls that spread light into the rest of the room.

The floor was level with no covering over the dirt except six inches of covering next to the walls. Thirteen elder male Noghri stood in a row, each wearing a garment that was a combination of a vest and a shawl. Their escort stopped several feet away, leaving the three to continue their approach alone. A silent single had some Noghri take down a couple panels of the dukha so that the meeting could be seen and heard by all.

Lecwertawa stopped walking a moved to the side, gesturing for Anakin and Kenshin to continue forward.

The crowd went still and silent.

Anakin and Kenshin walked a couple more feet and then bowed.

"I greet you dynasts of the Noghri people. I am Kenshin Ja'mak Kenobi, son of Obi-Wan Ja'mak Kenobi." Kenshin held out the back of his hand toward the dynast who was in the center of the line.

"I greet you dynasts of the Noghri people. I am Anakin Ja'mak Skywalker, son of Kedrick Ja'mak Skywalker." Anakin said also, holding out the back of his hand.

The dynast in the center walked forward and carefully sniffed at the outstretched hands. He repeated the test before straitening

"I greet you, Ja'mak Kenobi and Ja'mak Skywalker. The Noghri people welcome you. Your presence honors us." The dynast stepped back to his spot in the line and a second dynast on the far end stepped out of the line and walked toward their guests.

"It has been many moons, we are pleased to see that there is a new generation of the two families. Know that the Noghri people are at your service." The second dynast stepped back to his place and a third one on the opposite end of the line stepped forwarded with a data disc in his hand.

"We were told to give this to you when you came, Ja'mak Skywalker." The third dynast said and handed Anakin the disc. "It is a message from your father, Kedrick Ja'mak Skywalker."

Anakin accepted the disk and bowed. Excitement filled him for he was being given the chance to see his father and hear his voice even though it would only be a recording.

It wasn't until late in the afternoon that Anakin and Kenshin finally returned to the Casa where they would view the recording. They had been given a tour of the village and then there was a long celebration with a feast. Anakin and Kenshin found their high status among the Noghri people to be almost overwhelming and were puzzled by the Noghri peoples reaction to them. It was something else they would have to look up in the archive.

Meanwhile, there was the data disc to listen to. Before they had left to go meet the dynasts, Anakin and Kenshin had discovered Anakin's name on the family tree and the name and birth and death date of Anakin's father.

Anakin's hands trembled as he placed the disc into a holoprojector and he swallowed hard. He had been waiting anxiously the whole day to finally be able to listen to the recording.

Kenshin sat next to Anakin's side and smiled at him. Before he could say anything to Anakin, the hologram shimmered to life, revealing a man cloaked in a grey robe with its hood drawn back and his hands folded into the sleeves of his cloak. The man was young, in his early thirties, but his piercing blue eyes hid shadows of knowledge gained to early to fast. His dark blond hair was cut short and neatly trimmed and his face was stoic.

*My son, I regret I cannot be with you while you grow up, no matter how I wish it could be otherwise. Many events are unfolding in the galaxy, events that will lead to good or ill.

I brought you and your mother to Tatooine, a planet far away from the core but near enough to more civilized planets, to protect you both from the Wouhls and the Sith. I put you both under the protective custody of Watto and placed memory blocks in your mother's memory and even you. Growing up believing you're a slave is not pleasant, and I understand if you harbor ill feelings about me because of it. For a number of reasons, going to the Jedi Temple was out of the question for it was not yet time. Even I questioned my own father about it, especially after my mother was killed by the Wouhls. Your mother and I discussed in length what we should do to keep you safe and at the time it was a logical move.

I know there is so much I will miss as you grow up and worse that you won't have a father figure while growing up, but it is a necessary sacrifice. Know that, if we never meet each other again in the realm of the living, that I will always be watching over you.

There are other important things I need to speak of, but there is not much time for me to cover each one. The archive in the Casa should be able to provide answers for any other questions you may have.

A couple of years ago I found the child who belongs to another strong family line, Obi-Wan Kenobi Shadowalker. I sense that your destines are linked somehow, as it should be. The Skywalkers have been friends with the Shadowalkers for thousands of years and I believe it will continue for many more generations. I must admit I regret also not having more time with Obi-Wan. I have felt him reaching out for me many times, but I stayed away, he needs to learn to trust that the Jed care about his well being and will help him. I hope you too will come to trust the Jedi, for it was not because of distrust that we stayed away.

I left a gift for Watto to give you when you are old enough. It is a lightsaber that has been in our family for many generations. It is to be used wisely and with care. Many Sith have been killed by its blade but never a Wouhl.

There is a similar blade hidden in my father's bedroom in the Casa that has belonged in Obi-Wan's family for generations. Be sure that he gets it and is given the same instructions.

You have an aunt, Tala Skywalker, but at this time I don't know where she is. I do know that she's alive. I hope that you will get the chance to meet her. You come from a strong family line Anakin, I hope you take the time to study the archives in the Casa.

The Noghri are loyal to our family and will give you aid if needed.

I sense that my time is drawing short and I must be on my way. I love you and your mother very much. Be well my son and may the Force be with you.*

Tears shimmered in Anakin's eyes and he quickly wiped them dry. He switched the recording back to the beginning and played it again.

Kenshin quietly left Anakin alone and went to a different part of the Casa to meditate on what he had recently learned.

~*~*~

Han was walking through the ship's corridors when a door opened and someone flew out of the door and into the corridor wall. Han gaped and walked closer, "Are you all right mister?"

The person stood on shaky legs and rubbed his head before turning around and glaring at Han.

Han's eyes widened when he recognized who he was speaking to. "Darth Milter, um…" He began to back away. "I won't say anything about you flying out the door?" Han tried, gulping as Milter's yellow eyed glared seemed to go right through him. I should have stayed in my room like my father told me to. Han had heard enough stories whispered over the ship to know that an angry, pissed off, Sith Lord was bad news.

Han turned around and bolted back down the corridor from which he had come. He entered a turbolift just as its doors were closing and turned to see Milter right outside the turboolift. Han let out an uncharacteristic yelp as the door closed and quickly pressed a button for a lower deck.

Han fidgeted as he waited for the turbolift to finish its descent and as soon as the doors opened, he ran out, pushing past some technicians who were entering the lift. He didn't dare to stop to see if Milter was still after him. He pulled out an all purpose tool from his pocket and went to a ventilation shaft in the wall and quickly pride open the grate with the tool.

Checking to make sure no one was coming down the corridor, Han lifted the grate out and climbed into the ventilation shaft. After replacing the grate, Han quickly made his way to the slave barracks, a place where Milter actively avoids while on the ship. The slaves were mainly on the ship to do dirty work like sewage, cleaning restrooms, and any mess that no one else would cleanup. They also hauled cargo on and off the ship.

By the time Han made it to the slave barracks, his pants and hands were filthy. He opened the grate into the slave barracks and was immediately swooped up into large hairy arms and hugged so tightly that he could hardly breath. "Ugh, Chewie, let me breath."

Chewbacca growled, released Han a bit and ruffled his hair.

Han laughed, "Yes, it's nice to see you too."

Chewie spoke again and Han shook his head. "No, my dad doesn't know I'm here, but I'm sure he'll understand when he finds out Darth Milter was after me."

Chewie tilted his head and growled out something else.

"Yes, you don't have to remind me. I know I should have stayed in my room but I was bored. You don't have to lecture me. I get enough of that from dad."

Chewie ruffled Han's hair again and growled in a softer tone.

"Yeah, I know. I don't listen very well." Han admitted. "So, can you finish telling me about your planet? Please?"

Tilting his head, Chewie barked out a response.

Han frowned, "He's on duty right now, and what if Milter intercepts the message?"

Chewie growled out his answer.

"Alright, alright, I'll send him a text message." Han pulled out his comlink and opened it. Text messages weren't commonly used, but comlinks were equipped to send and receive them. "There, done. Now can you finish telling me about your planet please?"

Chewie grunted and sat Han on his lap and continued from where he had left off.

~*~*~

Redav sat curled up in a corner of his room, horrified at the events that had taken place recently in this very room. Darth Torsine's presence still hung heavily in the room and Siri slept in a Force induced slumber in his bed.

He rocked back and forth as he still struggled to absorb the shock of what had happened, what should not have happened. He never should have let Siri leave her ship, should have sent her back out into the safety of space.

"You're pathetic." Darth Torsine said. "Such a wet blanket. Your compassion blinds you, makes you weak. You can be so much more if you would just leave behind what weakens you. Love and compassion are not the ways of a Sith."

"No, it makes me stronger." Redav responded.

"Does it? You couldn't push her away, couldn't make her leave before something bad happened. Your love for her did this to her."

"No, no it was my selfish need that did this. I had missed her company." Redav said, swallowing hard.

"So much that you couldn't bear to push her away and in not doing so she would have been a terrible distraction."

"Terrible for us, not for you…you beast! You took advantage over the situation."

"And why should that surprise you?" Torsine chuckled. "You see, being around her has indeed blinded you and made you foggy in the brain. You should be glad that I did what I did. It was quite pleasurable to watch, until you ruined the fun."

"Stop, just stop." Redav pressed his hands against his ears in a vain attempt to cut off Torsine's voice.

"Why would I do that? It's amazing what one can do in limbo." Torsine paused and then spoke in a low, suggestive voice. "Perhaps I could leave you alone if I could get a young and satisfactorily Force strong person whom I can easily take their body from."

"Not a chance!" Redav retorted, disgusted at the thought. "Besides, you have had many chances to do so."

"Ah, true. And if you are thinking clearly you do know why I haven't." Torsine replied.

Redav ran a hand through his hair. "Did I clearly tell you to leave me alone?"

"Several times in fact."

"Then go. I have work to do."

"Whatever did happen to Nemiraa? You never answered Darth Milter's question." Torsine continued.

"Why would you even want to know? She is not worth anything to you." Redav countered.

"True." Torsine concurred.

Redav clenched in jaw, anger lapping over him in waves. Summoning the Force around him, he attempted a new tactic he was in the process of developing to temporarily rid Torsine from his presence. With a little nudge from the Force, Redav used his gathered power and formed a prism around Torsine's presence, locking him inside. With another burst of the Force, Readav shot the prism with Torsine's presence inside back to the realm between living and dead.

A few silent moments past and then Redav breathed out in relief, it seemed to have worked, but for how long he did not know. Torsine would be back, and with a vengeance, he knew. He had to resort to this sooner than he had hoped, but in order to do what he was planning, Torsine had to remain out of the picture. One thing that Redav had learned over the years was that Torsine was limited in what he could do and could go. Because Torsine was anchored to him, Torsine could not travel very far from him.

Redav stood up and walked over to Siri, but stopped when he heard a chime within his office. He quickly finished getting dressed, washed his face in a basin of water, wiped his face dry, and headed to his office.

Entering his office, he discovered Captain Solo standing a few feet from his desk. The Force betrayed the man's nervousness despite the fact that the Captain was doing his best to look completely calm.

Redav sat down in his chair, carefully studying the Captain. "Is there a problem, Captain?"

"No Milord, everything is running smoothly." Jonash's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. "The matter is a personal one."

Redav relaxed against the back of his chair and waited for the Captain to continue.

"I received a text from my son. Apparently he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and encountered Darth Milter. Darth Milter chased him and my son went into the slave quarters to hide. There are also several concerned crewmembers who have reported that Darth Milter in rampaging the corridors. Already there have been two unfortunate incidences that have left a tech engineer and a lieutenant dead."

"I see." Rubbing his chin in thought, Redav remained silent for several seconds. "Send messenger droids to inform everyone to continue working and, if possible, to avoid the corridors for several hours. I don't think Darth Milter will stray much from the corridors."

"Yes Milord."

"Now, about your son, the only thing I can think of is that he should get off this ship." Redav stood up, "I do have an assignment I can give him."

"Yes Milord, but he is only a child." The Captain responded.

"Is there anyone he is friends with in the slave quarters?"

"He has struck up a friendship with a Wookiee." The Captain said.

Redav nodded, "Then this will work. Go back to the bridge. The ship that entered my private hangar bay a couple of hours ago will leave it with your son aboard. I would advise you not to try and contact your son."

"Thank you, Milord." Captain Solo bowed, relief rolling off him in waves, but also sorrow that he might not have any contact with his son for a long time. Seeing a Sith in a moment of weakness was a death sentence to any who saw. For as long as Darth Milter was alive, his son would be in danger.

As soon as the captain left, Redav went back into his room and got Siri ready for travel. He carried her back to her ship and carefully put her in the copilot seat. He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. "I am sorry that things turned out bad, I'm sorry you found out the hard way why I can't return. Torsine is a threat that must be destroyed and for now the best way to protect those I love is to stay away."

Redav left the hangerbay by a different route and headed for the slave quarters. At the moment, Milter was at the opposite end of the ship. Milter was banned by the Sith Council from going near the slave quarters and any slaves currently working on any ship due to his tendency to slaughter any non-Force sensitive slave, therefore he had to wait for young Solo to leave before he could make young Solo pay for what he shouldn't have seen. This detail gave Redav some time to get young Solo to safety.

He entered the slave quarters where currently only the Wookiee and boy were. Wookiees worked mainly the night shift, due to many crewmembers being uncomfortable around them.

The Wookiee growled deep in his throat and wrapped his arms protectively around the young boy who was currently sleeping.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt him." Redav said. "I have a ship ready that will get him off this ship and away from Darth Milter."

The Wookiee eyed him suspiciously for several minutes before nodding and gently nudging the boy to wake up.

Han opened his eyes and gaped when he saw Redav. Swallowing hard, he tried moving closer to Chewbacca.

Chewie growled softly to Han, easing his fears, letting him know that Redav was going to help him get off the ship.

"Can Chewbacca come with me?" Han asked.

"Yes, someone will need to pilot the ship." Redav answered. "It's a small cargo ship similar in design to ours. Your Wookiee friend should have no problems flying it. There will be another passenger with you. When she wakes up and you explain the situation to her then I am sure she will understand and help you."

Han nodded. "What about my dad? Will I be able to see him again?"

"No, there can be no contact with him until Darth Milter is dead. Now, no more questions, both of you need to leave quickly before Darth Milter suspects something!"

Chewbacca gave a loud howl and stood up, hauling Han to his feet and then holding his hand.

Redav led them to his private hanger and pointed to the ship that they would be taking. "You've been given clearance to leave. Make the jump to hyperspace as soon as you're able to." He told them and then turned to leave the hanger.

Chewie and Han ran for the ship and within minutes were lifting off and out of the hanger bay. They successfully made the jump to hyperspace without incident and it was then when the full impact of it all hit Han and he cried in Chewbacca's lap as he was flown farther away from the only family he had.