Location: Ye old Tavern in Keldabe, on the planet Mandalore.

"Quiet!" The monotone command, was Fett's weak attempt to bring order to the meeting. A decrepit wooden bar in an old boisterous tavern, was just the spot one would expect to find Mandalore's leader holding a council of war.

Giving up on bringing order to the room on his own, Boba turned his helmet toward his most trusted lieutenant: Goran Beviin.

The man was making just as much noise as everyone else with his backslapping, fist slams, and unbridled laughter. When he caught sight of "the look", however, he went into full enforcer mode.

With his monstrous fists he gave three deafening bangs against the tavern wall and bellowed like only Goran could: "QUIET DOWN! C'MON! SHUT IT OR I'll SHUT IT FOR YOU!

Bevin had a way of being lighthearted and deadly at the same time. In fact, all Mandalorians did. Boba envied them. There was nothing lighthearted about Fett. Underneath his beskar armour lay, not a man, but a slab of obsidian. There were, however, recent cracks that had formed.

Starting with his daughter's Death. It's not a good feeling to outlive your one and only child. It's even worse to find out she was tortured to death. News of his daughter's murder had awakened something... Human?

The crack was further widened when, at about the same time he learned of his daughters death, he learned of his granddaughters existence.

To top off this maelstrom of revelations, Boba soon discovered that his wife, Sintas, had been imprisoned in carbonite for the previous 40 years. When she was finally rescued and thawed, the past had flooded back. Here he was, a jaded and scared man in his 70's, reunited with his wife who had, physically, not aged a day over 30. Their relationship was, predictably, over, although Sintas still would forever reside in that small sphere made up of people he called family.

Finally, there was his return. After 5 years of being exiled from his homeward, he was able to, once again, set foot on the surface of the planet he ruled. His granddaughter, likewise , was back home with her husband Ghes Orade. The two of them didn't waste any time. Boba never asked for details, but judging by her ever expanding belly, that required a special modification to her armoured suit's mid section, she was carrying Fett's great grandchild.

This was the final blow that threatened to crack the whole thing open. Whenever Mirta entered the same room, he couldn't help but stare at her baby bump; not that anyone could notice, under that helmet.

He could easily visualize the growing fetus within. As a young boy on Kamino, he remembered the assembly line of test tube fetuses. He remembered feeling disconnected from what was happening back there. Infact, it's the same feeling he had now.

Those clones, grew up to love their life of war, and find fulfillment in it.

That little baby in Mirta, was going to grow up to love war, on a planet of people who loved war. The conflict was eternal.

The closest he ever got to enjoyment and satisfaction, was bounty hunting. The hunt was like a drug that kept these feelings at bay. The feeling of "I can't go forward, and I can't go back."

The feeling of "I was a mistake".

But seeing the start of a new life... Something had to give.

Caught up in his own thoughts, he almost missed the fact that the room had quieted, and all eyes were now on him. He gave a slight nod to Goran to signify his thanks for making that happen, and then he spoke:

"Where are we on the imperial conflict?"

The "imperial conflict" he mentioned was a case of several disputed systems between Moff double chin and Moff big ears (He couldn't be bothered to recall their real names). They didn't want to spread out their own supply of limited and valuable storm troopers, so both governors paid militias to fight what was essentially a harassment war. A war that was spilling into neighbouring systems and drawing the attention of the imperial navy. Which is exactly what it was supposed to do.

A large man with short white hair and purple armour, started to laugh at one of the booths:

"IT's a bloody mess Mandalore. Those Trandosians, are as dense as Beskar, but their just as tough. They certainly aren't blaster fodder like their storm trooper commanders!"

"Loses?" Fett asked

Goran answered this one: "We're holding our own Mandalore. Our boys and girls know how to play with their toys!"

This sparked another round of laughter and backslapping, Mirta among them. Again his eyes were drawn to her belly. The whole cyclical obsession threatened to start round two when Goran interrupted the brief intermission.

"We've lost some, but we're giving more than we're taking. In fact"... He hesitated, Then he continued:

"Some of us were talking and... Well... if things go well, I think we can take those systems."

Boba didn't like were this was going.

"From the other Moff?" He asked, seeking clarification.

"I mean..." Goran started, a mischievous grin playing on his face. "We take it... From The Empire!" He finished, fist raised.

The whole room exploded in affirmation of the idea.

Between the noise and commotion, Fett didn't notice the figure lurking behind him. Not until she reached underneath his arm and grabbed his breastplate. He didn't eve twitch. He knew who it was. Even through his armour he recognized the touch. So when she leaned her head into the side of his helmet, he knew which voice to expect.

"Don't even think about it Bo." Sintas Vel said, in a near whisper.

He let out a rare Fett chuckle and asked in that same low whisper: "You robbing me Sin?"

He could hear her smile when she replied: "Just your thoughts."

He didn't have an immediate reply to that one. Was she serious? He knew many Kiffar, Sintas among them, had psychometric abilities. But reading his mind?

"It's rare among my people" she answered his silent question.

"After that old Jedi, brought my old memories back, I can read the thoughts of people I touch."

"And what am I thinking?" Fett asked, in a voice that didn't betray how exposed he felt at the moment. By this point he had turned completely around to face her.

"Your thinking... You don't want to see our great Grandchild grow up loving to kill, just like you saw all those clone brothers of yours, over and over again...

Your thinking that If we make a grab for imperial systems, the Imps will come back hard. Many could die. Mirta could die. The baby..."

She paused in an attempt to regain her composure, then she continued: "Like I said. Don't even think about it! You might be lost, but these are Mando's. They need this to thrive. Let your people thrive Bo!"

That was all she needed to say. She had given him permission to turn off his reasoning abilities, and just follow a course he knew to be wrong. But... she was right. It was a decision that was wrong for him, but right for Mandalore. This meant, it was no decision at all.

Once the room calmed down again, Fett gave the order: " If. IF! You beat the lizard boys, then... Finder's keepers. The room was filled once again with the sound of warriors, eager to ply their trade. This time, he knew they wouldn't be quieted. The meeting was over. He turned back around to look at his ex wife. He gave her a nod. She reached out to touch the chin of his helmet, if it had a chin. In response she smiled at him with a smile, that was 40 percent relief and 60 percent worry.

He then turned away, and silently thought: "Tell me about it!"

Location: On board the Millennium Falcon, in hyperspace, en route to Coruscant.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Han just stood there, mouth agape, staring at his daughter. Jaina was laid out out on the lounge's bench, with a veritable feast of snack foods laid out before her on the dejarik table.

"What?"She replied. In actuality, it was more like "wowt?" Since her cheeks were on the verge of bursting, being full of food.

"We didn't go through this much food, when Chewie was still aboard!" He said in Genuine amazement.

"Leave her alone Han." That was Leah, chiming in from somewhere near the cockpit. "She's worried about Jag, and probably stress eating."

" Uh, Hello? Baby!" Jaina said while pointing at her baby bump.

" Nice try Jaina! I had to live with your Mother when she was pregnant too yah know? With Twins! She didn't eat half as much that!" Han threw in

Jaina gave her Dad an incredulous look and scoffed: "Nice! Thanks a lot Dad! I guess I'm just a big fat Hutt! Is that what you saying?"

Meanwhile Leia had joined the two in the lounge area. "Han, what do you mean by you "HAD to live with your mother"?" She inquired, with eyes that were doing a terrific job mimicking twin turbo laser nozzles.

Pointing a finger at Leia he said: "Listen up your worshipfulness!" And then raising a finger at Jaina: "And you too, Daughter of Worshipfulness!" He briefly paused before declaring: "The point is... I know all about being pregnant!"

He regretted saying it, even before he was finished saying it.

And then the mother/daughter turbo laser batteries, opened up on him.

This was Han Solo's nirvana. There was no place he would rather be... No other people he would rather be with.

He loved strong woman. Woman that could fire right back, with no shame or mercy. He was so proud of his wife and daughter. They were arguably the most influential and the most powerful beings in the galaxy, and they were his.

Between, the barbs and ribbing, he couldn't help stealing the briefest of glances at his daughter's belly. The truth was, besides the baby bump, Jaina had not gained much overall weight; much to Leia's secret envy. Just as secretly, Han had viewed Leia's pregnancy weight gain, as an unexpected bonus. It only added to her timeless beauty.

Pregnant Jaina, was beautiful in her own way. Looking at her bump, was like looking at... hope. The future.

Everything they had been through... All that they had lost... All the pain... All the sleepless months. Chewie... Anikan... Jacen.

Staring at Jaina mid section, as if he possessed X-ray vision, he knew... He absolutely knew... That it had all be worth it. It would be ok.

Han was determined to live a lifetime in that moment.

All too quickly the moment would be over. Jaina was her own woman, with her own growing family.

Jag was off providing consulting services for the summit meeting on Bastion. No one was more qualified than former Imperial Head of State Jagged Fel. He would be back in a few days, and Jaina would be back to being: Jaina- Devoted wife, and Sword of the Jedi!

For now she was: Jaina- the princess of his princess. His daughter. His only surviving child...

His hope.

He knew everything was going to be ok

But somewhere out in the galaxy, in a place that really didn't exist. In a time that was neither the future or the past... Luke Skywalker let out a scream that was equal parts desperation and horror:

"HAN!!!"