Vlemoth Port was a humble planet. Small cities and markets scattered across the surface. I observed it from a distance, my chin in my hand as I poked around with the Force. It took far longer than I would have liked to get here.

Now that I was, I hesitated. My eyes fell down to the information I had gathered.

Orthun and Sabelle Savanger. Both alive. Both healthy.

Childless.

Did I dare ruin their happiness by intruding after two decades? They might not even remember me…

For all I know, they willingly gave me up because I would have been a hassle. Doubt seeded itself into my heart. If that was true. Well…there wasn't much to be done, was there?

I'd survived this long on my own. If they didn't want anything to do with me, then I'd find a place to settle down.

I could only hope that wouldn't happen. The Force wouldn't have led me here if it were the case.

Steeling my resolve, I throttled the ship forward.

A comm came through, checking my ship's credentials before directing me to land at Vlemoth Port. It was a tall structure, standing out amongst the trees. Landing, I ran through the post flight check before stepping out of the ship. A sharp but slightly warm breeze whipped past me, making me undo my coat. It wasn't muggy, but after being around multiple deserts, I wasn't quite used to the normal amount of water in the air.

Spotting the nearest automaton that seemed to belong here, I walked over.

"Excuse me?" The android turned to me. It was a Secretary Droid.

"Yes, welcome to Vlemoth Port. How may I help you?"

"I was wondering if there was a way to find someone here? I have a couple of names." I held up a datapad. The android jolted a little.

"Oh. I am sorry, but that kind of work is not allowed here. I am afraid you will have to leave."

"Work? No, I'm looking for these people." Even though the face couldn't change, I got the distinct feeling it actually grew impatient with me.

"I will ask one more time, Bounty Hunter, to leave this planet." I took a step back, my eyes widening as I realized where this android had gotten confused.

"I'm not a bounty hunter! Listen, I'm looking for my par-!"

"I will not ask again." The android grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and began marching me back to the ship. I jerked away from the metal humanoid, taking one more step to put some distance between us.

"I'm not a bounty hunter, and I'm not leaving."

"Then I shall contact my superior and ask him to remove you."

"Please do." I then turned my head away, muttering about stubborn cybernetics. Most of them felt wrong in the Force. An inanimate object pretending to be animated. I didn't dislike them outright, they just made me feel extremely uncomfortable. Like the presence of a black hole out of sight, but you know it's there.

I stood there for probably ten minutes before someone finally approached. A Muun, if the head almost twice as tall as mine was any indication. He stopped a few feet off and gestured towards me with a hand.

"Ah, good sir, I hope there isn't any trouble? CZ doesn't normally need to call me. My name is Clovik Deas."

"If you could ask this android to let me pass, that would be incredibly helpful. I tried to ask if there was a way to find someone around here, and apparently I made the appearance of a bounty hunter."

"I see. And who is it, you are looking for?"

"Orthun and Sabelle Savanger." Both beings in front of me stilled.

"…And, why would you be looking for them…?" I internally cursed.

'Either they were hated, or they were well loved, given how shielded these two just became.'

"I might have a familial connection with them." I was going to be honest. Though I made sure my lightsabers were tucked out of sight.

"Familial?" Deas was even more stunned.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, tipping my head to the side. I had only gotten the names. Had my parents been warlords, I wouldn't have known.

"N-no, no! Not at all! In fact, um…I mean, I had no idea the Savangers had any family!" The Muun was hastily trying to cover his own verbal stumbles and failing. The android was oddly quiet. I pretended not to notice either of their reactions.

"Do you know where I can find them?" I asked. The Muun was radiating nerves.

"May I ask the nature of your visit with the Savangers?"

"It has been far too long since I've seen them. In fact, I hardly remember them. I wish to reconnect."

"I see. Yes, well. If you will, follow me. I can show you where they live." I dipped my head to him as he nearly tripped over himself. Keeping an eye open, I followed the Muun through the space port. It was a humble place, but it had more than enough of a population.

"I don't remember Vlemoth Port. What is the main trade here?"

"Oh, mostly food and technology," He explained. I glanced over at a market that was clearly closed.

"Technology?"

"Oh the basic datapads, automated crop farms, things like that. We really aren't high on the priority list when it comes to the Empire. They haven't even been out here yet."

"Empire?"

"Oh yes, the Republic was taken down after the Jedi committed treason against the Chancellor, well, Emperor, as he now calls himself." I slowed, my mouth dry. The Jedi committed treason? That's what Raider said. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. You must excuse me. I've been out of the loop traveling across the galaxy. I didn't realize the changes that have been made." I caught back up and tried to push the gross feeling to the side.

"Changes indeed…The Empire seems to prioritize the Core worlds more so than anything else. It seems that the Jedi not only attacked him, but left him disfigured in not only body, but mind as well." He paused and looked around. Thankfully, we were out of the space port and near a transport lot. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"What were we talking about?" I asked. He smiled a small smile before nodding. We stepped into a speeder and the Muun guided it out into the sky. Heading away from the Port itself, we flew in the direction of large, rolling hills. I could see a few buildings hiding in the trees.

"So what do you know of the Savangers?" I called out over the wind. "You recognized the name!"

"Yes!" He replied, "They are well known in the Port. I was simply shocked that you knew of them. They've almost never left the planet. Not since…" His speech slowed, the speeder along with it. His eyes widened before he looked at me. "Oh great galaxies…" I raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"They haven't left the planet since their child was taken." My heart dropped into my feet. His eyes studied me with full attention.

"…I see…" I faced forward again, pointedly not looking at him. I held my chin, trying not to express my fear of his reaction.

"It can't be…"

"I'm going to be honest, I don't know." I looked off to my right, refusing to even have him in my peripherals. "I only just discovered my potential heritage, and wanted to see if it was true."

"You're their missing child, aren't you?"

"I cannot confirm it. Only they can." I gestured to the direction we were headed. "Please." He hesitated, still surprised.

"…Of course." The speeder kicked into motion again. The ride was silent aside from the thrum of the engine. We crested over what had to be the twentieth hill before an expansive valley spread out before us. Deas turned the speeder to the left, turning us around in a large, descending loop. Settled in the trees of the hill we just went over was a large structure. Unlike most buildings in the known galaxy, it wasn't built out of anything but wood. A rich, dark wood that hid perfectly in the shadows of the tall trees. My eyes scanned as much of it as possible, taking in every detail.

Deas landed the speeder and stepped out.

"I believe it will be best if I come with you. The Savangers are understanding people, but, to hear their son has possibly returned…" I nodded.

"I will understand if they are wary. It has been twenty years after all." He nodded back and lead me to a set of doors that stood three times my height. The feeling of home rang through the Force, nearly making me step back.

The last time I had felt that was with my Master.

I steeled myself. Deas knocked on the door and stood with his hands clasped in front of him in a respectful manner. The nerves were swirling through me like a chaotic ocean. Crashing against my ribcage with the desperation of a chained Gundark. I put my arms behind my back and tried to relax.

It really didn't work.

The right door cracked open and a human stuck their head out. His black hair was pulled back into a half bun, half ponytail. A white shirt with plain black pants adorned him.

"Ah, Deas, they weren't expecting you for another two weeks," He said, looking confused.

"Yes, well, I met this kind gentleman here, and he requested to see the Savangers himself."

"I see. I will let them know they have a guest." The man opened the door and allowed us inside. My eyes couldn't stay still. There were statues of armor lining the thirty foot long entrance hall. High ceilings expanded the size of the building. Stepping to the end of the hall, we were greeted by an open banquet hall on our left. Subtle colors of pink, blue and red were set into the floor. Depictions of gold vines and leaves danced through the colors in intricate waves. Red curtains with gold trim framed the four ceiling height windows on either side of the room.

"Wow…" I whispered. My voice carried gently across the room.

"Indeed." The other human spoke. "The Savangers have one of the most successful trades in the sector. Follow me." He turned to his right, leading us to the other end of the wall we had come in on. Opening another set of double doors, these a normal height, he gestured us through. After he shut the doors, he stepped forward and led us down a hall with six doors on either side.

The walls were divided by red wall paper that stopped about halfway up the doors. I couldn't help but wonder exactly what the trade my potential parents were into to make enough money for…this.

The human stopped at a door and held up a hand to us, stopping us. He put his other hand to his face and cleared his throat before knocking on the door. A muffled sound came from inside and the man opened it. He stepped in for a moment, holding the door shut, but not letting go of the handle. My insides twisted with anxiety, and only my training kept me grounded enough to think.

The man opened the door and stepped to the side.

"He will see you now."

Now we're getting to the meat of this section of the story! I personally hadn't planned on the Muun finding out on the way, if at all. It just kind of happened while I was writing. To be fair though, that is most of my writing. I put down pieces then tie them together, often times writing the middle before even touching the beginning.

My English teacher hated me… XD

I hope y'all enjoyed!

~Silverleone