Chapter 19: Tatooine Part 3

Dawn let out a relieved sigh that it was over, exhaustion and pain fully overwhelming her now the adrenaline was wearing out. She grasped her wounded shoulder. Bastila was immediately at her side, kneeling beside her and prying away her hand to be able to inspect the wound. Bastila's hand was surrounded with blue energy as it hovered over the gash, a frown marring her features.

"Please tell me you can fix it," Dawn breathed heavily.

Bastila studied it a moment longer, before a small, relieved smile touched her lips. "I can, but it's going to leave a scar."

"Not my first," Dawn said reluctantly. "Hopefully my last though."

Willow moved and was examining the corpses of the Dark Jedi. She found the Leader's double-bladed lightsaber. "Hey, Sarryn. Look at this."

Sarryn hurried over and looked at the lightsaber in her hands. "That's weird."

"What is it?" Bastila asked as she healed Dawn's shoulder.

"The Sith leader's lightsaber has been modified," Sarryn said. "It's got three switches on it. Two are marked activator and the third is marked separator."

"Let me see it!" Bastila said recognizing the description of the lightsaber. When Willow brought it to her she frowned. "It's Thara's."

"Who's Thara?" Willow asked.

"She was my sister," Bastila answered. "She had been sent with me when I went to fight Revan. While we were battling Revan, he killed her. He killed my sister." She smiled as she looked at Dawn. "You kind of remind me of her." She motioned toward the lightsaber. "She had wanted a unique lightsaber that would work against any opponent. The two activator switches are to activate the blades. The separator detaches both halves into two single blade lightsabers."

"If Dawn reminds you of your sister," Sarryn said. "Then maybe Dawn should have it?" Sarryn suggested. "A unique weapon for a unique person."

Bastila nodded. "It would seem fitting," she said as Dawn hissed as her flesh mended, but otherwise showed no sign of the incredible pain. She smiled. "We'll just have to get you a new crystal to replace the second blade."

"I actually grabbed three total from the cave. The other two just need to be focused. I think I will keep my single blade for when Willow and I return home. At which point I might take Buffy as my Padawan and give her my lightsaber." Dawn said as she stretched and flexed her left arm, pleased to see it restored to full function. It would probably be sore for a few days, but it could've been worse.

"We nearly came close today," Bastila sighed as she looked at the three bodies.

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Entering the docking area, they found the other group already waiting for them. A very worried Mirin immediately rushed over to Dawn and Willow as Juhani rushed to Sarryn and Bastila.

"What happened to you?" Mirin asked, spotting their dirty, bloodied robes. "And where is Mission?" Dawn felt the blood drain from her face.

"We were attacked by Dark Jedi," Bastila answered the Cathar. "Darth Bandon's apprentices, or so they said. We sent Mission back to fetch you, didn't she return?"

Carth's ashen face was all answer Dawn needed. Her knees became wobbly and she felt the contents of her stomach churn, forcing her to sit down in the sand. Her eyes scanned the massive city, that suddenly seemed twice as big. Her greatest fear had just become reality.

A dead weight settled firmly in Dawn's stomach as she stared at the depraved city of Anchorage. All she could see was the mischievous face of her daughter. They had bonded so quickly over a short period of time, but only now she realized just how much she loved the girl. All sorts of horror scenarios were swimming through her head, making her intestines squirm like a nest of snakes.

Dawn had broken her promise. She had promised to protect Mission, protect her like a daughter, but had failed that task. Some sorry motherfucker had laid his hands on her little Twi'lek because of her carelessness. It was the only possible conclusion. Mission was clever, she would've been able to make it back to the ship on her own, unless she had been stopped by a stronger force.

Her eyes broke free from the brown skyline, landing on the people around her. Their faces were uniform in worry. Sarryn and Carth's faces had turned ghostly pale and their eyes and mouths were tightly clenched. Canderous – usually the stoic one – was frowning as he scratched his day-old stubbles, his eyes darting around the group as well. Juhani and Bastila was seemingly trapped between pity and indecision, but most of all lost as how to tackle the situation.

Yet none of their faces came even close to the look of unbridled anger Mirin and Willow were sporting. Her wife and surrogate sister were dipping so deep into their fury they looked ready to storm the city and murder each and every single individual until they had found their lost family member.

A sentiment Dawn shared, even when she saw Zaalbar's tormented face. He had been kicked around, bullied and abused, until Mission stood up for him and became his friend, bringing happiness in his otherwise bleak life. She had been his life, the reason he still lived and hadn't given up. Without his best friend he'd be absolutely lost in this world. Something inside her snapped, her panic made way for something entirely different.

Dawn was not livid. She wasn't enraged, not angry. There was no word strong enough for describing the ice-cold furnace raging in the depths of her soul. She had been pushed across every possible cliff and was now sticking so close in her fury it made Bastila and Sarryn choke in fear at what they felt through the bond.

A sliver of darkness brushed Dawn's soul, offering quick and sure retribution to Mission's assaulters. All she had to do was reach out and grab it, submit to the seduction of the Dark Side, and vengeance would be hers. It would be so easy to just take it and become a God.

And why the hell not? What did she have to lose at this point? As she reached out, succumbing under the sweet scent of endless power, Dawn's vision started to blur. Stars and vague hallucinations crossed her eyes. She heard a voice that she instinctively knew belonged to her sister.

"Dawnie? This is not the way!"

"I must, Buffy. My daughter is missing."

"This is not who you are, Dawn. This is not who my sister is. My sister does not turn to the Dark Side to avenge. You are too much like me, Dawn. You protect those you love. Now Dawn, get up, find my niece, protect her."

Just like that Dawn's fury was gone. It was as if her sister had truly gotten through to her. Buffy was right, she was too much like her sister. It was time to stop messing around like a little girl and to start acting like a grown woman, no, a Jedi Knight. No not even that… like a Slayer.

And in the back of Dawn's mind she heard a new voice whispering to her. "Are you ready to be strong?"

Dawn stood straight and tall. "Yes," she whispered as power and knowledge coursed through her body. She realized what had happened. She had used the Force unknowingly to call what had been hidden within her blood. After all the monks had used Buffy's blood in her creation. So why wouldn't she have the potential to become a Slayer?

Dawn stepped into the center of the group, poised in determination, and watched every single face with demand. "Alright listen up, this is what we're going to do. Bastila, you take Zaalbar and Ordo. Sarryn, you take Carth and Juhani. Both of your groups ask around the local offices. Czerka, the hunting lodge, the bars, the dock manager, anyone. Find out if they saw anything suspicious. If trouble pops up, we'll know through the Bond."

Bastila nodded, clearly relieved that Dawn was taking charge, but also looking worried about her sudden change of demeanor. "What will you do?"

"I'm taking Mirin and Willow to the droid shop." When she received some blank stares she elaborated, "He has an assassination droid for sale. If there's anything capable of tracking down a single individual, it's that droid."

Mirin tilted her head to the side and observed her mate. "I don't trust my temper right now, beloved," she whispered softly.

"I know," Dawn returned as she kissed her wife. She turned to the others. "Bastila, take your team and go. Carth, you have two minutes to lock up the Ebon Hawk and activate its automated defenses. The bird's going to have to fend for herself for a while."

Before Bastila left she moved in to give Dawn a brief hug. "Don't do anything rash," she whispered.

"I'm too much like my sister," Dawn responded cryptically.

Then, without wasting any more time, Bastila turned around and left with Ordo and Zaalbar to do as she was told.

After locking up the Ebon Hawk Carth left with Sarryn and Juhani.

"What is that about being too much like Buffy?" Willow asked as they headed for the droid shop at a brisk pace.

"I'm a Slayer," Dawn answered. "I was just called. Remember the monks used Buffy's blood in my creation."

"Of course," Willow realized. "It would make sense that the Slayer part of Buffy would come across."

Dawn kept stealing suspicious glances at Mirin. To her ongoing surprise the feline was almost meek as she followed her, like she was giving Dawn the chance to be the dominant person in their relationship. She had never seen her wife be so submissive. "You okay?" she asked Mirin.

"I am fine, beloved," Mirin answered.

"No, you are not," Dawn said. "I may have…"

"You were right, Dawn," Mirin interrupted. "I can sense it now. You are an Alpha. You were always meant to be dominant. I should never have asked you to take the submissive role in our relationship. Take charge, my love; here, on the battlefield or in our bedchambers. The role is yours, by birth."

Dawn picked up the pace, a worried frown edging deep lines in her face. Never before had she felt this out of control, the helplessness of not knowing what was going on with Mission hit her hard.

Willow must've noticed her rising despair, because she fell in stride with Dawn and said quietly, "You okay?"

"No," Dawn answered. "I almost fell, Willow. Then for a brief moment I swore I could hear Buffy telling me not to go down that path."

"You may have," Willow said. "That's the thing about the Force it works in mysterious ways. It may have for a brief moment, linked your minds across the breach."

"Maybe," Dawn said.

Quickly reaching the droid shop. Dawn ordered Willow and Mirin to stand guard outside, on the pretense of not wanting nasty surprises creeping in. In truth she didn't want them to see her manhandling the shopkeeper, because she sure as hell wasn't going to let the bastard swindle her.

They took their places at either side of the door as Dawn marched inside, stepping into the dusty shack the second time that day. The Ithorian shopkeeper watched her warily as she approached, wearing her predatory grin and waving her arms in a wide gesture. "Yuka, ugly son of a bitch, how good to see you again!"

"Umm, good to see you too I guess," he stumbled, watching the credit chit in her hands eagerly. "Have you come to purchase HK-47?"

Dawn gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. "That's right, you greedy scrotum neck." She smashed the chit down on the counter and eyed him firmly. "2500 credits and I'm off your wrinkled skin forever."

"Umm, actually I'm asking 5000 for it."

Dawn barked a loud laugh. "Trying to fuck over someone who is both a Jedi Knight and a vampire Slayer. Now that's hilarious." He gulped loudly at her statement. "I tell you what, you sell me that droid for 2500 creds and me and my nasty lightsaber will be out of your miserable little life forever."

The Ithorian noticed the two lightsabers on Dawn's belt. It was a threat she didn't intend to live up to if the Ithorian didn't back down. But she had to make it believable. And thankfully for her he caved in and shook her hand to seal the deal. The transaction was made and the droid rewritten to follow Dawn, who wasted no time to leave the miserable place and rejoin her wife and surrogate sister. Willow was clearly impressed when she saw HK, but Mirin watched it in disgust.

As HK stepped into the sunlight, he made a breathing noise, like he was deeply sucking in fresh air. "Relaxed statement: Aah, it feels good to be out of the clutches of that scrotum neck, as you so colorfully described him. My creator and you share a similar choice of words, it would've loved to meet you. Eager query: Do I get to kill somebody to celebrate my release. Please?"

"Perhaps," Dawn answered darkly. "But first I need you to track somebody down. Remember Mission Vao-Summers, the girl that accompanied me this morning?"

"Observation: During our previous meeting master seemed close to this Twi'lek girl. Confused query: Why would master want this meatbag to die?"

"I don't want her dead, you cock. She's my daughter! She's lost, kidnapped most likely. I want her back. So, you better prove you're worth my investment, or I'll have you refurbished into a food synthesizer and pray you'll do a better job than our current one."

"Confident statement: Take me to the place you saw her last and be prepared to be amazed. Advice: Do hold it in your pants once my superior tracking prowess has you swayed. Meatbag's squishy parts tend to become raw after continuous contact with metal. Addendum: Unless sufficiently lubed, of course."

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Mission came to in a dimly lit room. She was lying on a soft bed, which had a size that defied all laws of bedcrafting. A piece of furniture with the sole purpose of sleeping and snoozing simply shouldn't be this big, unless it was meant for a couple of Banthas. It was placed in a room with metallic walls, the red linen being the only color here. She realized she had been taken to a spaceship of some kind. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she resisted it. Sarryn had taught her not to let fear rule her and she wouldn't let her down.

Breathing in she smelled the faint scent of flowers coming off the linen. The scent made her slightly lightheaded, so she quickly hopped off the bed to investigate. Just as she reached the only door of the room it opened with a loud hiss, allowing two figures entrance. Mission had to swallow hard when her eyes met the gentle curves of two scantily clad Twi'lek women who were very, very beautiful. Their faces were incredibly cute, even for Twi'lek standards, with soft Baill skin and lips that made her insides churn. Black leather clung to their bodies as a second skin, but left more exposed than covered. All she saw were curving lines and soft flesh.

One of them offered her a relieved smile. "Oh good, you're awake. We were afraid something permanent had happened to you." She spoke in Huttese, her voice all soft and seductive breaths. The combination of the body with that voice made Mission's fear melt instantly.

The Twi'lek who had spoken rushed forward and grabbed her in an embrace, effectively pushing Mission's face between her breasts. Very naked breasts, as the leather armor left the inside of her bosom completely open. The floodgates to her face and lekku opened, she felt herself flush like never before. The other Twi'lek moved to hug from behind, leaving her in a warm sandwich of velvety skin.

"Don't be scared now," the front Twi'lek cooed while gently rubbing her cheek. The feeling sent little sparks through her face and lekku. "You're safe with us."

"Totally safe," the other whispered in her ear, tickling the skin there with her breath.

"W-w-who a-are yo-you?" she stumbled, all senses going into overdrive.

"We're Seer'aa and Teer'aa, my love. You were rushing through the alleys all alone when you were knocked out by a group of thugs. When they started hauling you away, we rescued you. God knows what they wanted to do with you. Tatooine isn't a place for pretty women on their own."

Terror clasped her throat, but the rear Twi'lek rubbed her stomach and the other let her hand wander to the base of her lek. The sensitive appendage was quivering in anticipation. "We couldn't just let them have their way with you, so we dealt with them and took you to the safety of our ship."

"T-thank y-you very m-much, ma'am."

The two women giggled softly, never letting their soft fingers stop caressing Mission's skin. A tiny part told her this was very wrong, but it was overwhelmed by the massive arousal forming in the pit of her stomach. She had never felt this way before. If they continued like this…

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"What do you mean, you can't find her?" Mirin's voice rang shrill through the deserted street. They had been aimlessly wandering through Anchorhead's maze of streets, following the piece of machinery that was constantly scanning its surroundings for any trace of Mission.

HK-47 was as unfazed by her blazing eyes as only a droid could be. "Rephrase: This unit is unable to pinpoint the location of the blue meatbag."

The Cathar grabbed the droid by the shoulders and shook him, just for good measure. "I know what you meant, you useless piece of cogs. Why can't you bloody find my daughter?"

"Self-diagnosis: It appears some incapable lout has made some ill repairs to my tracking device. Without it in proper function I 'can't find shit', as my former master would've put it." The pleasant tone of the droid made Mirin growl in frustration. She walked a few steps away from it.

Mirin turned sharply around and pointed at the orange droid. "My people had ways of dealing with deserters like you! You'd be bound, put in a sack of the thickest, black cloth and hung in a tree in the burning sun. You'd be left there for days, with a raging fire underneath you to keep you hot at night. After days of being slowly stewed you'd be as obedient as a little whelp! Now take us to Mission!"

"Mirin, silence!" Dawn's voice snapped like a whip. The feline looked down submissively. "It's a droid, you can't intimidate it. Take a few good breaths, beloved, cause your Beast's rearing its head."

"Let it come," the feline growled darkly, her eyes sparkling madly. "It'll hunt down our daughter's kidnappers and end this madness!"

"Mirin," Dawn said soothingly. "Beloved. Your Beast only wants to sate its bloodlust! It's not going to help anyone."

Mirin's breath steadied somewhat and a hint of uncertainty shone behind the fury in her eyes.

"Beloved," Dawn said. "I too have a Beast; it's called the Slayer. I told you of mine and Willow's world. You know what the beast within me wants. It wants to protect those it loves from what's out there in the dark. Your Beast is like mine. You want to protect Mission. Its bloodlust is just as great as yours."

Mirin looked at Dawn for a long moment and in Dawn's blue eyes she saw truth. "Thank you, beloved," she whispered as the tension visibly left her body. "Let us go find our daughter."

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"You're very cute," the front Twi'lek whispered, her breath hot against Mission's cheek. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"It's Mission, ma'am. Mission Vao-Summers."

"Such a beautiful and interesting name," the other all but moaned. "I have never heard of our species with a hyphenated name before. "Why were you all alone, rushing through those dangerous streets?"

"I wasn't alone! I was with my… with my… with Dawn!" Worry overwhelmed her as she remembered what had happened. "She's in danger! I must get back to the ship to get help!" She tried to worm free, but the two women were too strong. Only now she noticed their arms and stomachs were taut and muscled. Not to mention they had defeated a group of thugs. They weren't ordinary Twi'leks. "Who are you really?"

She looked up at the woman in front of her, who smiled sweetly down on her. It hit her like a brick wall. "Don't worry dear," she answered pleasantly, while leaning forward to place a soothing kiss on Mission's cheek. "We'll help you get back to your Dawn."

The hand that had been caressing her cheek finally moved to carefully take hold of a lek. The sensation almost made her faint, all her senses burned from arousal. She faintly wondered why the strange hands didn't hurt – normally only family and lovers could touch the oversensitive tentacles and make it feel good instead of painful or unpleasant – but she couldn't think straight anymore. All she could think of was the beautiful face in front of her, the sweet perfume in her nostrils, the soft flesh surrounding her and the even softer fingertips playing gently with her lek.

"What's her surname and the name of her ship?"

"It's Summers!" she answered without thought, her mind not processing anymore what she was saying. "Her ship's the Ebon Hawk!"

The two women eyed each other in surprise, then looked back at the girl in their arms. "Oh? We heard there was a Jedi Knight aboard that ship."

"There is! Dawn's a Jedi and she's with Sarryn and Bastila. Sarryn Baill and Bastila Shan!" She was looking at the taller woman pleadingly. "I must get back to them." The Twi'lek behind her placed a kiss in her neck, eliciting a moan from the girl. It was becoming way too much; she could hardly keep standing. "Please."

"Hush, don't worry, we'll take you back." Both cheeks were grabbed by soft hands. "But you must calm down, love. In this state you'll only do silly things." Mission gulped as she watched the beautiful Twi'lek's soft eyes. The warm, grey depths pulled her in.

"What are you doing on Tatooine anyway? There's nothing here but sand, gruff miners and ugly hunters."

"And beautiful Twi'lek ladies," Mission blurted out.

The two women giggled, before each press a kiss on Mission's cheeks. "My, my… you looked so shy, but you're actually a big flirt." Mission grinned goofily at that, proud that she had complimented the two most beautiful women on Tatooine. "And you must be something of a big shot if you're traveling with Jedi."

The compliment really got to her and she heaved her chest in pride. "Dawn couldn't do without me," she replied with a smug grin. "I'm…" she almost said daughter, but she quickly amended herself. She wasn't sure if the Twi'lek women would understand her unique relationship with Dawn, Mirin and Willow, "…her best tech expert."

The two women gasped. "Amazing, you must be very skilled then." Mission nodded eagerly as the woman in front of her looked at her with an impressed smile. Ha

"Back on Taris I helped her escape the Sith bombardment! And right now, we're on a super-secret quest to find the source of Darth Malak's power!"

"Ooh, impressive," one of them cooed. "Is it here on Tatooine?"

"Nah, not here," Mission replied importantly, glad to know something these two incredible women didn't. "But part of the map showing its location is. We're trying to find all pieces and figure out where it is. Then we'll send the entire Republic fleet to bomb their asses to smithereens!"

She didn't notice the two Twi'lek exchanging a victorious look. "That's really impressive dear. So, this Dawn is something of a big shot then?"

"She's really strong! Much stronger than those stupid Councilors claim she is. But she came from another universe where she got this thing called the Key, so they don't trust her. But she has her heart in the right place, she really does! She wants to help the galaxy, not destroy it."

"She sounds like a wonderful woman." Once again Mission felt proud, but this time for her mom. Dawn really was the greatest person ever. "But don't you think she could do better if she claimed this power source for her own?" the front Twi'lek asked softly, while continuing to massage both the girl's lekku, sending incredible pleasure through her body with each pulse. "She could use it to destroy all evil, make the galaxy a peaceful place. It's not just the Sith who are evil, right?"

"I… you… that's…" Mission faltered. She had never seen it in that perspective before. Could it work?

"Ah, forget it. It was just a silly idea. Let's return you to your master, before she gets worried."

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They regrouped at the Ebon Hawk, empty-handed. Bastila and Sarryn hadn't had any luck asking around the locals and HK-47 was still a malfunctioning piece of crap. Dawn's mind was working overtime, trying to conjure up a solution to their problem. She was all but ready to tear out her own hair in desperation when the group was alarmed by a cry.

"Mama Dawn! Mama Mirin! Auntie Willow! Zaalbar!"

Dawn almost couldn't believe her ears when she heard the familiar voice, but when she wheeled around, she saw a teary-eyed Mission running toward her. "Mission!" The balloon that had nestled itself uncomfortably in her stomach popped, letting relief course through her veins like spring after a depressing winter. She rushed forward to intercept her daughter, Mirin, Willow and Zaalbar not far behind. She scooped Mission up in her arms and hugging her close. She hardly couldn't believe she was actually holding her girl again. "You're alright," she whimpered, fighting to keep her tears at bay.

"So are you," Mission muttered into the crook of her neck. "Did you defeat the black Jedi?"

Dawn barked a ragged laugh. "What do you think, pum'kin belly?"

The Twi'lek giggled and hugged Dawn close again. Then she released Dawn to hug Mirin, Willow and Zaalbar each in turn.

"Hey, Mama Mirin, Auntie Willow, Big Z! Sorry for making you all worried."

Zaalbar was openly crying. "I'm sorry for not being there for you!"

"Ditto," Willow agreed.

"The same goes for me, my blue child," Mirin added.

The rest of the group joined as well, their faces showing relief and happiness, and Dawn shared a smile with Sarryn and Bastila.

Mission went straight back to Dawn, burying her head on Dawn's shoulder. Dawn patted her head lovingly, her eyes full of concern as she watched the small being. "So, what happened to you, pum'kin belly?"

The girl shivered. "Some thugs knocked me out when I was running back to the ship. Two Twi'lek ladies saw me being carried away and rescued me. They took me back to their ship and kept me safe until I was strong enough to return here."

Dawn shared a concerned look with Mirin, Willow and Bastila. "Who were these ladies? No ordinary women if they were able to rescue you from thugs."

"I'm not sure, but they were dressed like mercenaries. Leather and stuff."

"They didn't do anything to you?" Bastila inquired gently. "Didn't ask strange questions?"

"No!" the Twi'lek immediately answered. "They were really kind to me and calmed me down. They even brought me back to the docks, but because they were late for an appointment, I told them I could walk the last bit alone." She looked a bit troubled. "I hope they're not late because of me."

"Maybe we should have a word with these two Twi'leks," Bastila pressed, looking thoughtful. "See if there wasn't an ulterior motive behind their actions."

Mission looked a bit angry when she looked at the brunette "They were just being kind, jeez! What would you do if you saw some shady types hauling off an unconscious girl?"

Dawn quickly interjected, gently cupping the girl's cheek and looking her intently in the eyes. "Mission, honey; Mirin, Willow, Bastila and I were just worried. About you and the safety of our mission. You're sure there wasn't anything strange about them?"

Mission thought hard for a moment, but then shook her head with a blank face. "I can't remember them asking anything strange. They were… nice, that's all."

Dawn held her daughter's gaze a moment longer, spotting no lie in Mission's eyes. She smiled warmly. "They sound wonderful." She hugged the girl close and lifted her clean off her feet, swirling her around and making her laugh cheerfully. Dawn put her down again and held her by the shoulders at arm's length, smiling mischievously at her. "You. Me. Candy shop. Pronto!"

Mission cheered happily and bumped fists with her mother. Without as much as another glance at the rest of the group they set off to the store. Mirin and Willow immediately moved after them. Bastila shook her head with a small smile, allowing the small family their time alone.

They bought as much candy as Mission could eat, and then some. Dawn was surprised how much sweets could fit inside the tiny girl. When she had satisfied her gluttony, Mission gave first Dawn, then Mirin and finally Willow a big hug. "Thank you for this treat!"

Dawn laughed warmly and patted her on her head. "You deserved being spoiled a little after all the shit you've gone through."

"Agreed," Mirin and Willow said.

Mission flushed a bit. "It wasn't that bad, really." She grinned awkwardly.

Dawn gave her a knowing wink. "Enjoyed being rescued by two beautiful women, did we?"

Mission quickly looked away. "Did not." Again. the shame and fear showed on her face.

Willow squeezed her gently. "Hey, it's alright. We won't judge you for the way you feel. After all your mothers and I are gay, remember?" Mission's face softened, but she still looked uncomfortable. "You're at an age where your feelings can become confusing. If you ever want to talk about it, we're always there for you, alright?"

The Twi'lek nodded, before yawning widely. "I'm tired now."

Dawn, Mirin and Willow recognized the girl was trying to change the subject, so they simply smiled and ushered the girl outside. They returned to the ship to take their rest for now. Their investigation would continue tomorrow.