Chapter: Unexpected Visitors

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"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, Masters?" Mishka's eyes widened at her own question. Standing in front of her were no other than Masters Mace Windu, Yoda, And Ki-Adi-Mundi.

"We have come to check upon one of the babies, may we come in?" Mace asked.

Mishka had the feeling that she knew which baby they were talking about, but she didn't want to give into it just yet. "I suppose." She said stiffly, stepping aside and allowing the Masters inside. Master Yoda's gimer stick echoed through the nursery chambers as he walked slowly inside; he stopped as soon as the doors closed behind him and allowed himself a small break. His eyes closed, and then snapped open again.

"Over there, the boy lay." He said, pointing towards the bassinet on the farthest side of the room. Windu and Adi nodded, and headed over to the bassinet, Mishka close on their tails. Yoda trailed behind more slowly, taking in each and every one of the children.

"This is Anakin Skywalker," Mishka said once they reached the crib. "What is it that you want with him?"

The Council members exchanged glances before Master Windu asked, "Mishka, could you step outside for a minute? We need a moment alone with young Skywalker."

Mishka's eyes narrowed dangerously, but she did as they asked without lashing out at them.

Windu studied the baby curiously; he was kicking his little feet up in the air and suckling at the end of his blanket. He looked up at the Masters and cooed slightly, still sucking his blanket. Windu never really liked children, they were just little people to him, but this child was different. Something about him sent shivers down his spine. The Force was literally flowing through the child, confirming Qui-Gon's suspicions about him being conceived by the midi-chlorians.

"You felt it to?" Master Adi asked, looking towards Mace, who looked at Yoda, who nodded. "Very strong in the Force, this boy is." Yoda said, ears drooping.

"He is so small though, how can he bring balance to the Force?" Windu asked, confused and annoyed. Yoda chuckled, which only pricked his annoyance more.

"Grow up, a youngling does. Same as the others, this boy is." He smiled at the small baby, who had lost interest in them and turned to look in the opposite direction where there was a wall…apparently a wall was more enthralling than them.

Mishka's voice sounded from outside, "With all due respect Masters, the babies must be fed."

"Of course," Mace said, passing by her, "We were just leaving." The rest of the Council followed behind him like puppies.

Mishka shook her head, annoyed. They had no right dropping in here unannounced like that! She closed her eyes, and feeling the Force flow towards her, managed to calm herself down.

"Stay calm Mishka, they are gone now." She whispered to herself.

Anakin turned to look at her. "Goo?" he babbled.

"Hey sweetie, you're going to have to wait to be fed, I have to attend to the other children first."

Anakin's face turned red and soon him and the rest of the babies were crying. She sighed – she had dealt with many Force-sensitive's before but none so in tune, and she had definitely not stumbled upon one who could manipulate the emotions of those around him. But then again, Anakin was different.

"Alright, alright." She said, for the sake of her own ears. "I guess I'll have to feed you first."

Suddenly the noise in the crèche died down as Anakin's crying stopped abruptly. Mishka frowned and picked up the baby, feeding and burping him. As soon as she was done she rushed to the other children.

The first child she went to, was her nephew Shaal Tano. He looked up at her, his head tails quivering slightly as he yawned. She smiled and picked him up, feeding him. He usually drank the most milk out of all of the babies, so it took longer to feed him. When he was done she burped him and moved to the next few kids, Elenar'e Kilsh (a Twi'Lek), and a human named Ash-Ke Leighton. These were her favorite children along with Anakin, and it was funny because they usually played together in the playpen. It was like they were already friends even though they weren't even crawling yet.

She fed the rest of the babies; and finally the children, along with her, were all fast asleep under the projected starlit ceiling.

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Yes this is an extremely short chapter. I know and I'm sorry :/ I'm having writers block right now though. I mean - I have my plotline written out and everything, but it's hard filling in the details. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer, no promises though.