[Jango]

Sitting on the couch with Anakin sprawled over his lap, dead asleep, he ran a hand through the blonde's hair and chuckled when the boy let out an undignified snore. Anakin had walked with him among the child slaves and carefully coaxed the kids into trusting the armored figures who had gone to rescue them. Among their number they had found a few who were Ka'runi and some who were injured but had been hiding it for fear they would be killed.

The fact that children had been scared they would be killed if they were too wounded or sick had disgusted and angered him to the point where he'd let one of the others take over for a moment while he left to calm down. Thankfully only a few of them had any kind of chip and none of them were explosive. Roz had quickly organized what medical staff she had on the station to take over looking after the kids. Some of them had homes and families to get back to.

"He's very brave." Looking up at Partra's indigo helmet he grinned.

"He's Mandokarla." He couldn't see their face but he knew the slight tilt of their helmet meant they were amused.

"And Ka'runi." Jango stiffened for a moment before forcing himself to relax.

"Like attracts like?" He asked, eyes narrowing slightly. Jango had always suspected the reason Partra didn't interact as much with others, and never took off their helmet, was because they were Ka'runi and wanted to hide it. Some clans were far more strict than others when it came to force sensitivity. Partra nodded slowly.

"He feels like a newborn star, even asleep." Frowning he looked down at his son. "There are going to be those who want him for themselves just because of what he is. What he could do." There was a graveness to their modulated voice that sent a shiver of fear down Jango's spine.

"I won't let anyone take him from me. They'll have to kill me first." He snarled, squaring his shoulders and glaring at the other Mando'ad.

"Good. He'll need you… try not to die." Turning on their heel they quickly walked away, leaving Jango alone with his son and his thoughts.

"Alor." Looking over his shoulder he saw Shiona leaning on the back of the couch, smiling gently down at the sleeping blonde. "We need to talk." Jango felt his stomach clench.

"About what?" Shiona's eyes hardened and she rose to her full height.

"About the future." Jango let out a large sigh and carefully lifted his son into his arms. Anakin woke, blinked bleary blue eyes at him, and smiled before promptly falling back to sleep. Shiona snorted in amusement and signed that she would be waiting for him with the others.

Jango put his kid to bed and asked Roz to make sure he wasn't alone if he woke from a nightmare. After seeing and speaking with the child slaves he was more likely to remember his own time as a slave and wake in a cold sweat. There had been many nights where Jango'd had to rock his son to sleep because he woke in a panic.

Entering the sitting room he looked over the nine gathered Mando'ade and grit his teeth. It was time to face his past and those he let down.

It was not going to be a fun night.

[Anakin]

Waking with a gasp he gulped in mouthfuls of air, looking around the room with wide eyes. Auntie Roz jumped slightly in a seat near his bed and quickly flew over to him. "Oh honey, are you okay?" He shivered at the cool air touching his heated skin and pulled away when she reached out to stroke his hair. It wasn't that Auntie Roz wasn't someone he trusted, he wasn't scared of her, but right then he needed his dad. Something was screaming at him and he needed to move.

"Sorry Auntie!" He said said as he jumped out of bed and dodged past her.

"Anakin! Wait!" Bursting into the living room he spied his dad and immediately dove into his side, hiding his face. His dad stiffened for a moment before relaxing and mumbling reassuringly in Mando'a.

"Dar'baati, ad'ika. Udesii. Bic shi cuyir dush'vercopa." 'Don't worry, little one. Calm down. It's just a nightmare.' Anakin shook his head, still hiding his face from the Mando'ade in the room.

"Haat haa'it." 'True vision.' He said. "Nu'dush'vercopa." 'Not a nightmare.' He knew it all the way to his soul that the images that flashed through his mind were real, and he didn't want them to happen. "They wore black and had a red claw mark on their beskar'gam, there were explosions!" So many people were going to die! They had to stop it from happening.

"Udesii, ner ad, ni cuy'olar." 'Calm down, my son, I'm here.' He felt his dad's focused intent and slowly the shaking went away. When he finally felt like he could breathe he pulled his head out from under his father's arm and looked up at him. Jango smiled and ruffled his hair. "Let me take you back to bed, kiddo. You can write down your haa'it on your datapad before you go back to sleep and we'll discuss it in the morning." Anakin nodded and let his dad pick him up. He could feel eyes on the both of them and looked over at the warriors shyly, embarrassed that they had seen him freaking out.

"Um… jate ca anade." 'Good night everyone.' There were a few snickers and smiles but he didn't get the feeling they were laughing at him. If anything they felt worried about him and his dad. It was kind of nice. It made him feel like they accepted him and his dad.

After he was put back to bed and handed his datapad he wrote down as much as he could remember while his aunt sat nearby and hummed to herself while she worked. The sound helped him calm down further and he eventually slipped into a dreamless sleep.