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_ "And now, farewell. I loved you as a son, and as a student, and as a friend. Until we meet again... may the Force be with you." _

~Obi-Wan Kenobi

In the week following Battle of Navio City, the city's population had made a strong recovery. True, things were not quite back to normal; some buildings still needed superficial repairs, those who had been grievously injured were still resting, and Trianii Rangers were still being reassigned from other planets. But for the most part, Kajex felt it was a pretty good state for the Jedi and Antarian Rangers to leave the Trianii in. The week had not been idly spent; everyone in the settlement knew Syrra's name, as well as the names of the Gold Rush and Black Tomb packs, for their courage and skill, and their willingness to stand by the Trianii during their darkest moments. Among the settlement's pilots, Lode Squadron had obtained a large measure of respect. So while it was with a heavy heart that both packs and their Trianii Ranger compliment had made preparations to take off, there was still a sense of peace and satisfaction- a feeling that grew stronger as a crowd of Trianii gathered with them to see them off.

Ja'Murah had been among them, having escorted Kajex and Syrra herself earlier in the morning. No word was said of the prior evening, although both Locke and Keris wore knowing smiles when the Jedi couple had returned. The matriarch had excused herself, saying she had to oversee a few matters, but that she would return before they left. What none of the packmembers had expected was for many Trianii to follow her to the airfield. Sensing that nobody in Navio City wanted the Gold Rush to leave without giving them a proper send off, Kajex had suggested everyone gather at the foot of the ramp. Their appearance was marked with applause and cheer, and although there was a feeling of awkwardness among both packs, there was also an overwhelming feeling of appreciation.

Ja'Murah stepped forward, smiling widely at the Black Tomb as she held a slim box in her paws. She approached Rexxis and Kentoh first, bowing to them both as they returned the gesture. "Syrra told me that even Jedi in modern times are encouraged to politely refuse material rewards. Yet it is the way of the Trianii to bestow some manner of blessing on those who have fought and rescued our own. The people of Navio City owe you a debt deeper than any we've known among offworlders. To that end, I wish to present to the Padawans a collection of stones, representing the core worlds of the Trianii."

She lifted the lid, where seven small gemstones glistened brightly. Two of clear adamant; two of them sapphires much like Syrra's eyes; a stone of amber in the center, looking warm in the glint of the sun; a jewel of brilliant emerald; and a gem of rich, earthen brown. "Each stone represents our planets and gods. And while you may not believe as we do, to give these stones to non-Trianii is a way of expressing our gratitude and blessings. It is our hope that you utilize this gift in the construction of your own Jedi weapons, that you may spread your compassion, courage, and tenacity, bringing your light to those who need it most; and for you to know that our support in your endeavors go with you."

She closed the lid and presented it to Rexxis, the alpha looking deeply humbled by her words as he took it and bowed; the rest of the pack bowed with him respectfully. "Thank you, Matriarch Ja'Murah," he said quietly. "I think I speak for my pack when I say that we will always remember the people of Navio City as friends and allies."

"We will always think of you in the same way," Ja'Murah replied. She turned her gaze to Syrra and Kajex, smiling widely as she held her paw up just in time to prevent them both from bowing low. "As for you and your pack, Syrra and Kajex... I cannot even begin to thank you enough for what you've done. I know there is no reward I could give that would suffice, even were you to accept it."

"We did as Jedi are supposed to do," Kajex told her warmly. "And if gaining your trust and friendship is the outcome, I think that's more than reward enough."

"I expected as much," Ja'Murah laughed. "So to that end, a few of our people decided to go a few steps further." She paused and turned, gesturing to a few faces in the crowd- three Trianii stepped forward carrying traveling bags, each of them with a hopeful expression on their faces. Kajex immediately recognized most of them, having worked with Syrra to test their Force sensitivity and concluding that they'd possessed potential.

One of them, white and black-rosette male sporting a braided tail of ebony, stepped forward. "My name is Sihndu. My companions and I were all present at the funeral, where our fallen were laid to rest," he said humbly, bowing low. "We heard Jedi Syrra's words about being a larger part of the universe, to seek others in time of need. Perhaps I speak only for myself, but... I feel it is our responsibility to heed those words and seek tutelage from your Jedi Order- to do our part and strengthen that bond." The other Trianii nodded their heads eagerly, still looking hopeful.

"We appreciate the offer," Syrra replied. "It will require hard work and discipline; tempering your emotions so you can help others effectively; you will face trials that test your commitment and courage. And I can't promise any of you that you'll be assigned to us as Padawans."

"Should that matter?" another hopeful asked stoutly, the female of a pair of twins. "Those who taught you and your friends clearly did excellent jobs. We have to at least give it a chance."

A smile grew across her muzzle as she sensed none of them were the least bit dissuaded by her words, prompting her to stand aside and gesture them up the ramp. "Then I'm not about to stop you from taking that chance."

Applause rang out at the words, and as the new initiates quickly said their farewells to friends and family, Ja'Murah spoke softly to Syrra and Kajex, taking a moment to embrace the both of them. "I already deeply expressed my thanks to you and your mate. I'll readily admit that I look forward to spending time with the both of you again in the future."

"The feeling's mutual," Kajex chuckled as he gave her a firm squeeze. "Do you think you'll be able to attend our union on Ekibo?"

"I wish I could," she sighed wistfully. "But my place is with my people, for now. Nevertheless, you both have my fondest wishes for happiness and peace. You and your pack will always be welcome here."

"We'll remember that," Syrra replied, touching noses with the younger woman affectionately. "Thank you for your kindness and your friendship, Ja'Murah. We'll miss you."

"May the Force be with you," the matriarch replied, nuzzling back. "I know we'll see each other again."

Kajex had expected the liftoff to be a little more reluctant, a little more painful than others; yet he was pleased to feel a sense of inner peace in everyone as they shot off into the sky, leaving Pouma V behind. The Trianii of the settlement had shown they were strong people, and the bond formed by fighting alongside them was not so easily broken. He was equally pleased to notice that the warmth of a loud and sincere farewell still lingered in everyone as they settled into the lounge, now accompanied by Sihndu and a male-female pair of Trianii twins, Mai'kal and Mai'sin, who were in eager conversation with the equally eager 'Rah twins, Pakka, and a few of the Trianii Rangers who would accompany them to Ekibo before parting ways.

Once he entered the three new initiates got to their feet, but Kajex raised a paw and chuckled awkwardly. "No, don't get up. I know you guys were about to bow, and while that is something you'll want to do for a Jedi Master, and especially Master Skywalker, I'm more the laid-back type that gets uncomfortable with grand gestures." He smiled as they sat back down, looking a little more relaxed. "I'll assume you got acquainted with everyone else here, and I'll let you guys get back into getting to know each other just as soon as I tell everybody what we have planned."

"We're going to Ekibo to pick up the civilian crew and my other packmates from the Inspired, right?" Rexxis asked.

"We've got a little more to do than just that," the Sentinel informed them. "It'll be a three-hour flight to Ekibo, but once we touch down at the estate we're going to want to move fast. As you guys know, Syrra managed to get us a three-day extension on Ekibo before we have to leave the Trianii core worlds and settlements until further notice; Bast expects me to get my own affairs in order, like paying the rent on my hanger down in Denhaven. What she doesn't know is that I went ahead and paid up for the next decade the last time we were there, so I really don't have any loose ends to tie up while we're on the surface; and besides that, the civilian crew came in on a separate shuttle that can leave at any time."

Locke cocked his head. "So why the extension, then? If you're trying to sneak in a three-day vacation on Ekibo... well, I'm not going to tell Master Skywalker, but you'll be hard-pressed to convince Master Moarn," he chuckled.

"Well, we'll need three days to get everyone gathered at the Estate," Syrra said, her cheeks red and her smile broad. "Plus make arrangements with Master Moarn and Knight Tay, call a couple of important Antarian Rangers, get a few clean Jedi robes for me and Keris--"

"New robes?" Keris repeated, her immediate interest obvious as her tail flicked excitedly. "What'd you do, kitten? You planning somethin' sneaky for all of us?" she asked playfully, hugging the feline from behind and nuzzling her.

"She wants the four of us to go through with our union," Kajex revealed, unable to hide his grin any longer.

A yip of joy rang out from the vixen as she grabbed Syrra and hugged her tight. "Are you serious!? You little cunt, I love you so much!" she barked happily, the Trianii mewling as she was ripped out of her chair and pulled into a rib-cracking hug. "I'd always wanted to ask if maybe you'd wanna get hitched side-by-side, but I always worried that maybe--"

"Don't be like that," Syrra giggled, managing to plant her feet into the floor and hugging back. "Any hostility we used to have is long gone- you're as good as a sister to me," she purred, nuzzling the vixen. "Of course I'd want to share a union with you and Locke."

"Well, you picked a good moment for it," Pakka laughed. "I was right to accompany you, I wouldn't miss it for anything in the universe."

"It's about time!" So'Rah called over to them.

"Was this what you and Syrra were talking about with Matriarch Ja'Murah?" Locke asked.

"Ahh... among other things," Kajex said sheepishly, blushing as his white-furred brother gave him a knowing grin.

"So, why the change in attitude?" Keris asked, letting go of Syrra. "Not that I'm gonna say no, but it seems more than a little abrupt. Was it something to do with this battle we had?"

The Trianii sighed and got back into her seat. "A little. It's mostly due to this Republic restriction the matriarchs want to impose," she admitted. "The idea of losing Kajex and not having said 'I do' is something that's hard to swallow- and once Bast managed to get us banned from the Trianii worlds, I knew I wasn't going to get another chance. So I made up an excuse for her to grant a three-day extension to visit Ekibo; and while Kajex and I spent time with Ja'Murah, we contacted some people we know so we could get everybody gathered together."

She looked up at Keris with a pained expression. "This is going to be my only chance in a long while. As a Jedi I know I shouldn't be selfish, but... if I could have only one thing go right during a union, it would be for it to happen at my mother's estate. Now I can have that, and I can have my best friend and my mate's brother have their ceremony at the same time, with everyone we wanted to invite attending. This pack is my family, and I want to give to it as much as they've given me."

The vixen smiled and hugged her again. "You're such a sweetheart, hon. I'd be honored to do a dual-wedding with you."

"I guess that answers why you called yourself 'Syrra Surnahm' during the burial ceremony," Talrik pointed out.

"I'm not gonna deny it," Syrra acknowledged, blushing.

"You say you're having this ceremony at Matriarch Bast's estate?" Sihndu asked. "I thought Madam Bast bore no love for off-worlders."

"By 'mother' she's referring to her aunt, Iaora," Locke elaborated.

"Ah, a spiritual surrogate," the Trianii said with a nod. "That makes much more sense."

"Better that than the matriarch's, from what I've heard of her ladyship," Mai'sin intoned quietly.

"I heard that," Syrra replied with a half-smile. "I also agree. With three days to get this done, she won't see this coming and so won't be able to stop this. You three are welcome to attend, if you'd like," she added.

"We'd like that," Mai'kal replied. "I expect it'll give us time to know you all better."

"Awesome, the more the merrier," Kajex said. "I'm pretty sure the estate has enough places for us to crash, and the Gold Rush should have enough room if we bunk appropriately. I just wish my folks could be here to see this."

"Don't talk like that," Locke told him. "They'll be watching over you, as they always have- just like they said they would."

"Watching over us, you mean," Kajex corrected him.

The white wolf flinched and cast his eyes away, looking troubled. "I mean... like you said," he said quietly.

"And hopefully Ray and Captain Barnn will be there," Talrik pointed out. "Kane would've wanted that, wouldn't he?"

"They were ones to stand by him during his union, so they're not going to say no to coming to ours," Kajex said. "It'll be great to see them again."

"Yeah, yeah, warm and fuzzies, yay," Rook intoned impatiently from one of the hallways, leaning at the arch. "Now are we gonna crack open some bottles and get smashed or what? We got guests on the ship, and you ain't even been a decent host and offered 'em a drink!" She held up a case of ale in one hand, grinning.

"What the hell are you doing with my bottles, kiddo?" the wolf asked with his arms folded, though he failed to hide his smile.

"Might as well celebrate the bosses gettin' hitched, yeah?" she replied, punching the Sentinel playfully in the arm. "We've got about three hours to kill, after all."

Even with the recent attack on a Trianii settlement, Kajex experienced no trouble with the Trianii Ranger orbital patrols in making landfall, though Syrra did point out it was likely Bast had informed the Rangers so as to expedite their journey to the surface. When they had last landed on the planet to attend Markus' and Calya's wedding it had been winter; the snowy fields had given way to vast expanses of green and gold, with patches of color in various areas announcing the spring.

What white there was left to be found was located around the estate, with ribbons and sheets hung along the spires, tethered tightly to walkways and the windows of the manor such that even as the Gold Rush landed they remained secured. As Syrra and Keris scrambled down the ramp and greeted Iaora, it quickly became apparent that the elder Trianii had been waiting for some time for Syrra to make her decision- from his position on the landing pad he could already see the central garden and gazebo already touched up and ready. Indeed, once everyone had disembarked and dispersed to train, relax, or catch up with friends, the matronly Trianii was already admitting as much to Syrra and Kajex, as she and Aarn guided them through the manor at a relaxed pace.

"After all, we'd just had Markus' and Calya's union, so I felt it would be best to save what we could and put it towards Syrra's," she said, squeezing the Trianii Jedi's paw.

"Thank you so much, mother," she purred, nuzzling the older feline's cheek. "I'm sorry for making this such short notice, I just--"

"None of that, my dear," Aarn admonished her gently. "We're all too happy to host a double-wedding for you all, especially to lighten the mood during these dark times."

"All the same, we owe you big time for this," Kajex told him. "And for helping us out on Pouma V. None of us were expecting you to go so far just to be at our backs in a combat scenario, much less take in the civilian crew from the Inspired."

"We go where we are needed, lad," Aarn replied with a smile. "And while my employees are healers, they are still Trianii- they will fight and die for our people, like any other. You and your pack are as good as family, for all the lives you've saved and all the fighting you've done on our behalf- and as for Retsa, Etina and their families, it was a pleasure to have them around," he added. "Now, about your attire; I can get in touch with a tailor of mine who can offer a Corellian-style suit for a great pri--"

"Ah, as much as I appreciate the offer," Kajex interrupted with a nervous chuckle, "I still don't get paid that much as a Jedi. And while I'm sure you'd be happy to cover that kind of expense, both my fathers wore their standard operating attire for their union. I have a clean set of robes for the occasion that'll do just fine."

"Fair enough," Iaora responded. "And you, Syrra? I already had our tailor make and deliver the dress you'd thought of, based off mine; but if you had other ideas, you know I'll endorse you to whatever end."

The Trianii stopped and folded her arms, looking guilty. "I really like the dress you offered me, mother, and I know Kajex would love it too; but I'm of the same mind." She stared out into the central courtyard, where the gazebo and seating had already been set in place, smiling. "Everything that I am is mostly due to this place. It's my home; it's where I learned medicine and compassion; where I learned to become a Trianii Ranger; it's where I first met Kajex; where I confessed my love to him; where I stood by his side against my blood-mother." She looked back to them. "This place was where I first truly started my path to becoming a Jedi. So if I'm getting married here, then I feel it should be as a Jedi."

"Then you shall," Iaora told her with a proud smile, drawing her into a hug. "Though I would at least add the hood to the ensemble."

"I did like that part," Syrra giggled. "And... I'll still wear the dress in a more... private setting."

"A fine idea," Iaora purred. "It does double as revealing attire."

Kajex fidgeted, looking between the two women as his imagination started to run wild. "Damn... now I really want to see that dress."

"Believe me, lad, you really do," Aarn agreed with a chuckle.

With spirits so high it was difficult for anyone to feel any measure of exhaustion, even after the previous week and a half of hardship. Though Syrra always felt at peace within the estate, it seemed as if everyone else had found solace, despite not sharing her feelings of it being home. Perhaps the coming together of friends close enough to be family had in some way caused them all to feel like they were in a place of rest; but whatever the case, the mid-day meal was as lively as it could be with over seventy people in the estate.

Though worried that their presence would be a burden, Syrra was surprised to learn that Aarn's business had not suffered in the slightest despite housing so many people- if anything, their presence and willingness to help had aided in his practice, with Retsa providing culinary expertise, Garsh patching up comm systems and consoles, and Etina lending her services onboard what few ships Aarn's business had landed while they were around. While no Jedi had accompanied the civilian crew, Tegrim and Zephyr were still able to get some training done by themselves, immersed in the peace of the estate and guided by Iaora's training in practical medicine and first aid. Their presence had been greatly appreciated by the staff, though Ra'Tasum's gratefulness was much deeper. Even as the Black Tomb pack dispersed the crystals Matriach Ja'Murah had awarded them, the young wolf only used one paw to survey his stone; his other squeezed the blushing male Trianii's paw as they talked.

As hoped, the circumstances were ideal enough that everyone who could be invited was able to confirm their attendance. Ray and Captain Barnn had called earlier in the day to confirm they would be present, arriving in two days; Knights Simetra, Garrett and Tay had all accepted their invitations and would go surface-side to attend as soon as matters aboard the Inspired had been settled; Markus and Calya's ship would be stopping at the estate for a cargo resupply, affording them the opportunity to attend; and Master Moarn had responded with a barely-restrained smile that he would be more than happy to officiate once he'd found someone to take over for him while he was away. The one person they did not get any acknowledgment from was Liam Valcane- though that was only because he was already at the estate when they'd arrived.

"I suppose there was no real way to please my superiors," Liam sighed, setting his glass down as Syrra, Kajex and others nearby listened and learned of the aftermath of the Omega-Orr incident. "All the personnel, ships and equipment, taken by those monstrosities- even with the Republic and Remnant reports, they dismissed the bulk of the accounts as being inflated and unverifiable. I can tell you right now that the fifteen or so CorpSec Espos that survived were not at all happy to be branded as liars. It's part of the reason I eventually resigned myself."

"I'm so sorry," Syrra replied, and she meant it. "You saved my life despite my rudeness, you nearly died on that nightmare ship, and yet you still lost your job."

"Don't be silly," the human responded with a smile. "It felt good fighting for the right thing again, the way Kajex does, as opposed to pushing papers and making sure the numbers are correct. And I didn't lose my job- I gave it up. I stayed only long enough to make sure the rest of the survivors, all of whom also quit, were properly compensated; and I ensured that they were connected to better jobs before I finally filed my departure. Not only was your uncle happy to employ me for my financial acumen, but it came with the happy coincidence of being here to see the two of you get hitched- and my presence here helped in lowering the costs of your ceremony, no less," he added with a smug smile. "You're welcome, by the way."

"Thanks," Kajex chuckled.

"While we're on that topic- have you picked a place for your pre-wedding celebration?" he asked, folding his arms. "It wouldn't be hard for me to find a proper inn or bar, give you a proper send-off before your true love collars and leashes you for the rest of your long life."

"Keep laughing," Kajex shot back with a smirk. "I'll be there to throw it in your face if someone decides you're worth the headache."

"We're trying to avoid over-celebrating, actually," Locke told him, pushing his plate away. "Not only should we treat the current atmosphere on Ekibo with respect given recent events, but we also need to keep a low profile. We need to prevent Matriarch Bast from noticing our presence here as being anything more than Kajex taking care of business at Denhaven- best not to draw attention with festivities in public."

"Not to mention Syrra's face probably being broadcast all over the sector," Talrik followed up, turning to the Trianii Jedi. "It didn't escape anybody's notice that you referred to yourself as 'Syrra Surnahm.' Even though you avoided the spotlight by dodging interviews the whole week, you're likely to be recognized outside of the estate. If Bast catches wind of a bachelor send-off, she could figure out what's really going on."

"We could hold something on the Gold Rush," Locke started to say.

"Nuh-uh, not at chance," Kajex replied flatly, his tone on the matter final. "My ship can't hold a gathering for fifty-plus people. And it'd be kind of a dick move to have it here at the estate, a place of healing."

"It's not a big deal," Syrra insisted, leaning into the wolf- there would be plenty of time to celebrate on the way back to Yavin 4. "We probably should spend more time getting things ready so we can get this union off without a problem."

"So what's the plan?" Keris asked. "What needs to be done?"

"Not much, to be honest, Mother pretty much has everything well in hand," Syrra admitted. "All that's left is floral arrangements. I have to go with her to figure that out tomorrow, and I'd like Kajex to come with, with the two of us incognito," she added. "I figure if we put a hood on you and hide your tail, you should fit in without any issues. We'll just need to help out a little bit, but afterward I figured we could... well..." She trailed off, looking timid.

Kajex cocked his head. "What is it?"

She hesitated. "It... could be a while before we're able to come back. I figured maybe... you'd want to see your fathers again."

The wolf's eyes widened, a pained but grateful expression on his face as his ears drooped a little. "I... thank you, Syrra," he said quietly, taking her paw. "In all this rush to get things done, I nearly forgot about them."

"They'd want you to be happy," she told him swiftly, cupping his face and smiling. "I don't think they'd hold it against you for not remembering them right off the bat. But I want my mother to be there to pay her respects, too. It's a Trianii tradition for the parents of the betrothed to meet the day before the wedding, and if one or both of one's parents are deceased then it's customary for the surviving parents to be there."

"I'd enjoy seeing them again," he said, sitting up a little straighter. He cleared his throat, turning to his twin. "How about you, Locke? Are you and Keris in?"

The white wolf's ears flattened slightly in shame. "I know you've told me they would have been proud to have me as their son, but... I feel it would be too impersonal for me to show up. They were your fathers, not mine." He winced. "Shit... that didn't come out right, I'm sorry--"

"It's alright," Kajex said, reaching over and squeezing Locke's arm with a look of sincere understanding. "I don't want to pressure you into coming with us if you'd be too uncomfortable. But if we ever come back here and you want to pay your respects alone or with me, you're always welcome. And if you change your mind tomorrow while we're out, you can come find us."

The white wolf fidgeted, nodded. "I'll... give it some thought, then."

It had almost been too much to bear, for Locke.

He hadn't said a word to anybody about it, but he was certain Kajex suspected something because of his relative silence. The Sentinel's request had stunned the white wolf, unsettled him as things seemed to happen faster than he could process it. To be told he would finally be getting married to Keris had been a joy, one that he was not going to say no to; but it had also been a reminder of the abrupt change in circumstances that had started from the moment he first met Kajex, when learned he was not the only one of his kind. It was another moment for him to be thankful for, after having a lifetime of hardship.

Keris had sensed something wrong, and had done her best to alleviate his stress through lovemaking. She was no less skilled than she'd been before they'd joined the Gold Rush pack, hitting upon every ache and desire he possessed, and he was thankful for her companionship; yet as happy as she had made him he spent some time thereafter awake, his thoughts lingering on the Sentinel's question.

He woke with Keris snuggled on top of him, all trace of exhaustion gone the moment he opened his eyes. Carefully, so as not to wake the vixen up, he pulled himself out of bed and donned his robes, quietly making his way to the lounge. The smell of cold half-caf filled his nostrils as he entered, his eyes glancing at the wall-mounted chronometer, its auto-recalibrated time giving him the hour- he and Keris had slept in later than usual, as it was now mid-morning. As he took a seat at the lounge table and stared distantly at nothing in particular, he wondered if Kajex had already left.

Before long, though, footsteps at the ramp of the ship broke him out of his reverie, prompting him to look up. Kajex entered the lounge a moment later with a bag of what appeared to be freshly laundered robes, stopping hesitantly for a moment as he spotted Locke, his ears folding back timidly.

"Oh... mornin' Locke," he said softly.

The white wolf managed a smile. "Good morning, Kajex."

The Sentinel cleared his throat, approaching near enough for him to toss the bag onto an empty seat. "Sleep well?"

Locke shrugged. "As well as we usually do when we make berth here." He looked around. "Is everyone off on their own?"

"Rook and Talrik went out for a run around the fields, Rex thought it would be a good idea to follow them and do some training on their own," Kajex explained. "Miles spent the night with Liam- they haven't gotten back, or at least I haven't seen them yet."

"I see. Well, no sense in rushing him, he won't get much a chance to see Liam after we're done here." A silence lingered between them as he hesitated, reluctant to ask where Kajex had been. "So... have you and Syrra gone to...?" He trailed off.

The Sentinel shook his head. "No, not yet, but we're about to." A pause, then a hopeful look. "Did you wanna come with us?"

The Guardian winced, but managed to smile. "I've decided to pass. I still have some... reservations." The Sentinel nodded, though he wasn't quick enough to hide his disappointment. Looking for a way to change the subject, Locke nodded towards the bag he was carrying. "What's that you have there?"

"Hmm? Oh, just freshly cleaned robes for everybody tomorrow. I came in to drop the linen off, there's a set in your preferred style for you for the ceremony." He managed a sincere smile. "So! You excited for tomorrow?"

Glad for the change in topic Locke nodded. "I am. It's faster than I expected, but I'm happy about it all the same. I..." He paused. "I have so much to thank you for, Kajex. This never would have happened had you not taken us in."

"Hell, there's no need to thank me," the Sentinel said dismissively. "Syrra was always going to want to have a dual wedding ever since you joined the pack, and I loved the idea the first time she told it to me. After everything you've been through, it's about time you and Keris were happy together."

Locke nodded, casting his eyes downward. "I appreciate you feeling that way, brother. And I am happy that this is happening."

"Then what's the matter?" Kajex pressed, looking concerned. "If you think Keris would say no, I don't you have anything to worry ab--"

"It's not that," Locke assured him quietly, his paws fidgeting slowly. "It's just... looking back all of this makes me realize how much I owe to you, and how fortunate I am to have you in my life. I just..." He trailed off, sighing as he put his face in his paws. "Dammit, I don't even know how to put it into words- and I'm the erudite twin."

"Hey, I'm no slouch in education," Kajex joked in an attempt to lift the mood, striding forward and taking his brother's paws in his as he got to his knees, smiling up at him. "You've been hiding your feelings from our Force-bond using the thought-suppression techniques I taught you, but I'm not going to give you crap over it. Just because you're my brother doesn't mean you have to tell me everything, even if I wish you felt comfortable enough to. So I'm going to butt out and not pry, and just say that no matter what you're feeling right now I'm always gonna love you, and I'm always gonna be ready to be there to hear what you have to say."

The white wolf smiled back at these words. "I appreciate it, Kajex." He squeezed the Sentinel's paws, sighing. "You saying that makes me wonder what would've happened if we'd met each other before we met our respective fiancees."

"I would've asked to marry you," the Sentinel admitted without missing a beat, grinning. "And that offer will always be open to you. I know what's in my heart, and among those things is enough space for everyone in this pack."

"I may take you up on that someday," Locke admitted, his cheeks burning pleasantly. "Though off-world, naturally."

The Sentinel chuckled, then leaned in and lifted Locke's muzzle, giving him a gentle kiss. The Guardian's tail stirred, wagging gratefully as the brothers expressed their love in the simple, affectionate act. After a few moments the kiss ceased and Locke found it easier to smile.

"I love you, Kajex."

"I love ya too, Locke," the Sentinel returned, bumping their noses together.

"Are you proposing to Locke already?" a voice said behind him. Syrra was leaning against the hallway arch, smiling warmly at them. "Because if you are, I'll wait."

"Maybe later, when the time is right and when more people will be around to see it," Kajex chuckled, licking Locke's nose and getting a laugh from the white wolf. "Is your mother ready to go?"

"She's pulling up the speeder."

"Alright." The Sentinel stood back up and squeezed Locke's shoulder. "If you change your mind at all, you know the spot- just wait for us there."

"I remember. No promises, but... I'll think about it," the Guardian said. "Don't let me keep you- be safe out there."

He watched as the two waved and exited the ship, his eyes lingering on the hallway for minutes after they left. Though he felt better than he had before he'd woken up, the nagging feeling of personal discontent ran through him. He desperately wished he knew how to put his feelings into better words; the sense of shame he felt underlying the joy that came with being a part of the pack.

He leaned back in his seat with a sigh, folding his arms and shivering. Under Voyde, the former Sith Knight had spent nearly every waking moment under some form of duress. As the years went by it became easier to deal with, moreso when Locke was given free reign to conduct his operations as he saw fit; yet he was never truly comfortable. His transition from the Sith to the Jedi was not necessarily difficult, not when he had a loving brother to look out for him and was himself untroubled by the lingering sentiments that the former Sith Knight had no place in the Praxeum. What troubled him most was his place in this new family- and his desire to keep from taking what was Kajex's.

He shut his eyes, whining slightly as his genetic twin's voice came to him in a memory. "They would have been proud to have Locke as a second son."

His ears folded back as he shuddered. Kajex spoke of his fathers a with reverence and love far beyond anything Locke had ever known. It was one of the few topics that would spark fierce anger in the Sentinel if either were spoken ill of. The teachings of the two men who had adopted and raised him into adulthood resided in the Sentinel, memories so personal and intimate they could only be housed in one person. Only Kajex would know the true grief of losing his fathers, of the joy of being a part of their family and love even if that had only lasted five or six years. It felt like nothing short of petty theft to accept that connection, even if it were based on the Sentinel's words.

Even if it were true.

Locke shuddered again, speaking to himself in a barely audible whisper. "I have no right to take that from him."

"Take what from who?"

The abrupt voice caused Locke to jump in his seat, eyes darting around until they fell on the small, glowing figure of Revan. The ancient holocron gatekeeper had his arms folded, head inclined so as to look up at the white wolf with what seemed to be sincere concern and curiosity.

"Oh, Revan," the wolf sighed, relaxing. "I'm sorry, I sometimes forget you're patched into the Gold Rush."

"It's fine," the holocron assured him. "But you're looking a bit down at the moment. I overheard what you and Kajex were talking about, and it looks like you're still bothered by whatever it is."

"It's... personal," the Guardian said, looking away. "More to him than it is to me."

"You should talk to somebody about it," Revan suggested. "If not your brother, then someone else."

"You?" Locke asked skeptically. "With all due respect, despite the life you led I don't think you could understand."

"Probably not," Revan admitted, shrugging as he turned and appeared to take a seat on his own holocron. "But if you put it into words maybe it'll help you articulate it to him."

"It's more to do with my circumstances," Locke sighed, leaning back in his seat. "You were raised Jedi and then turned to the dark side, only to turn back; I was captured and raised a Sith before joining the Jedi. I doubt you'd understand."

"I understand that the dark side has its ways of subjugating those who fall under its control, by targeting toxic emotions and thoughts," Revan countered evenly. "Sometimes they are controlled by their hubris; others are controlled by their fear. Those who are enamored with its violence are among its most dangerous."

"True enough," Locke agreed.

"With that said, neither of these things describe you."

"I appreciate your saying so," he said with a smile. "The last thing I'd want is to be mistaken for a Sith Knight again."

"I can't see how anybody would," Revan continued. "You are humble and polite, exceptionally brave and talented; and despite your tenacity with a lightsaber you've shown that you are willing to seek non-violent options first, like any Jedi should." He paused, folding his arms and looking the wolf up and down as if analyzing him. "But that doesn't change the fact that the dark side can corrupt even good people, keep them leashed through negative emotions. So if I had to guess, I'd say that the dark side kept you subjugated mainly through your shame."

The wolf barely managed to hide his wince. "And what do you base that assessment from?"

"You think too little of yourself," Revan pointed out. "I'm told that you had to be pressured by your own brother to propose to Keris because you felt you didn't deserve her; that you seemed to simply accept overall negative opinion concerning your presence at the Jedi Praxeum, being set against them before you allied yourself with them; and that you nearly threw your life away just to save everyone else twice, before Kajex brought you to them, because you thought you were an irredeemable monster whose destiny was to either be kept on a leash or die so that better people could survive. That kind of lingering shame doesn't just go away."

"I've gotten better," Locke insisted, feeling slightly cross that someone had divulged this information with the holocron without his knowing. "Who asked you to interfere anyway?"

"Kajex did."

There was a moment of stunned silence from Locke. "... Why?"

"Because he's your brother; because he's worried about you; and because you're not telling him what's wrong," Revan responded quietly. "If you really have been getting better, and he believed it, he wouldn't be asking me."

"Why do you even care?" Locke countered.

"Because it's been about four thousand years since I've had any sort of contact with another being, and I happen to like the lot of you," the holocron replied with what sounded like a smile underneath his mask. "In a lot of ways, this 'pack' of yours reminds me of the crew of the Ebon Hawk, a long time ago; you're just lacking a quirky astromech, a violent assassin droid, and a Wookiee." He chuckled, as if recalling fond memories, before shaking his head and returning his gaze to the wolf. "So... what is it that you are ashamed of now?" the holocron pressed.

The Guardian's reply was not immediate, as he stared at the ancient holocron gatekeeper. "After your return to the Jedi... did you find it difficult to become a part of society?"

Revan shook his head. "Not really. The face many people knew me by was the face of a Mandalorian mask. I simply shaved my beard and refrained from wearing my robes, and became another face in the crowd. Beyond that, I kept to myself and my friends- enjoying the married life, as well," he chuckled.

"Did you ever feel like you didn't deserve it?"

"Sometimes," Revan admitted. "But only because I started having nightmares, and realized I'd left something undone that needed to be addressed. I left to deal with it, because it didn't matter if I didn't deserve to have a beautiful wife and child- I owed it to both of them to do what I could, for letting me be a part of their lives. Even if I didn't feel I had to leave, I wouldn't have worried about whether I'd be worth it."

Locke looked away. "I'm finding it hard to ward away my worries," the wolf admitted. "Kajex has given me so much; a home, a family, a life worth living, and him taking me in as his brother... and now with the wedding tomorrow, it has become nothing short of dizzying to realize how much I've gained."

"Is it too much for you? Do you feel you don't deserve it?" Revan asked.

"I... am still responsible for taking all of the above from other people," Locke said slowly. "On some level, no- I don't feel like I deserve it all. I'll always be grateful for Keris accepting my proposal, and Miles sticking by me out of friendship and loyalty. The same applies for Kajex, Syrra and Talrik, too- being able to see more as more than the monster I thought I was."

"Then ignoring what you feel you do or don't deserve- what is it that you don't want?" Revan pressed.

He swallowed, shutting his eyes as he spoke his next words. "Bran and Kane were his fathers. The idea of them watching over not just him, but all of us... even me? It feels wrong for me to share that relationship, with two fathers who never knew me."

"Why?" Keris asked.

Locke jumped in his seat, having not noticed her walk into the lounge behind him. He turned to face her, the vixen wrapped in a Jedi robe and her expression concerned as she approached him.

"I'm sorry, Keris," the wolf said, sighing. "Did I wake you?"

"Nevermind that, silly dog," she told him gently, sitting next to him. "Why do you feel bad in sharing something your brother clearly values? Is it just because you never knew them?"

Locke shook his head, unable to look the vixen in the face. "What love he had for them was personal, Keris. Neither you nor I, nor even Syrra will ever truly know what they were like, or what they'd think of us. The idea of paying respects to two men I never had the honor of meeting or knowing... I don't think I could ever look Kajex in the eye and tell him I want to be a part of that." He put his paws on the table, shoulders slumped.

"Don't you want to be?"

"I would love to be," he responded with a sad smile. "I... I would love to have had Bran and Kane as my fathers, the way Kajex wishes we'd been raised together. After everything he's told me about them, the grief and joy of having them in his life, how can I not want to have been a part of that? But being told, by him, that they would have been proud to have me as their son?" He shook his head sadly. "Much as I believe Kajex when he says he met his fathers when he was nearly killed... after everything I've done and have failed to do, I can't believe that they told him such a thing."

"Stop it," Keris said firmly, grabbing his wrist and frowning at him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. "You need to stop beating yourself up over something you couldn't help; for having the hard luck of being a Sith slave. You are not a Sith Knight anymore. You are a Jedi Guardian who has saved so many lives and helped so many people- mine included. You deserve a chance to be happy and loved; by me, by Kajex, and by the rest of our family."

"A part of me feels the need to... atone," the wolf said quietly. "To make up for the things I've done."

"Even if you actually bore responsibility for deaths and darkness, that shouldn't prevent you from being happy," Revan told him. "From my limited interactions with Master Moarn, and from what I know so far about Master Skywalker, I don't think they would hold your own past against you; I know I certainly don't. The only Jedi who might ever say that you'll never be redeemed are the ones that bought into Tolaris Shim's garbage, and they're long dead."

"Who?" Keris asked.

"An ancient, fundamentalist Jedi from the time of Ulic Qel'Droma. She wrote a thesis outlining what she believed were the four stages of the dark side. It's nothing but a load of bunk, supported by Jedi who believed they never did any wrong or make any mistake. To her, and to those who believed her, no fallen Jedi or Sith could be redeemed." He looked up at Locke. "And that's my point. We're not living in that kind of age of ignorance. They were the kind of Jedi who would give up on anyone who stumbled. Does that sound like Master Skywalker? More importantly, does that sound like Kajex?"

The white wolf stared at him. "... No. He... believed in me. Maybe not from the start, but he still thought I was worth saving."

"Because you were," Keris agreed, squeezing his paw. "He risked his life to save yours minutes after meeting you, when you were in danger and you needed him the most."

Locke averted his eyes, nodding. "He did."

She turned his head again, taking a moment to give him a gentle kiss before taking his paws in hers and smiling. "If you're worried that you don't deserve a life of happiness, then you're clearly not seeing the good you've done as a result of your own actions. Just by that metric, I'd say you've done more than enough to earn a little light in your life."

"Even if that light should belong to Kajex alone?"

"You're not taking anything from Kajex by accepting his fathers as yours and paying your respects," she replied without missing a beat. "He's spent nearly a year sharing his love for you and making you feel like the family you are. He's made it clear that it's something he's wanted since his parents left him, and it's something he values more than the Force itself; if anything, how he feels about you is just an extension of how they would feel about you."

"You really think so?" Locke asked.

"He told us they visited him the moment he needed them most, telling him he had to live so that he could look out for the pack, and to be there when you, Syrra and I need him," Keris reasoned. "To me... that sounds like the kind of thing a loving father would ask their son to do if they couldn't be there themselves- to watch over the rest of their family."

For a long while Locke did not speak, processing this perspective in silence. In the time since he had known Kajex there had been a bond, something Locke had pointed out before parting after their second encounter; nevertheless, even when the white wolf had taken his brother's surname out of pride, he had faltered anytime Kajex tried to offer him more. Reluctant to take anything that wasn't his to have, he'd failed to acknowledge that it was never his to take- it had already been given freely out of love, for him to accept when he needed it.

With a sudden pang of understanding and guilt, Locke tensed, ears folded back. "Fuck..."

"Hon?" Keris asked, leaning in and nuzzling him.

The wolf took in a deep breath, sighing. "I should have gone with him. I've been looking at everything from the wrong perspective, pushing away the family Kajex wants to give me. At the very least, he'd want me to be there for support, but... I didn't even offer that."

"You can still meet up with him," Revan pointed out. "This uncle of Syrra's is a rich doctor, right? He's probably got a couple of extra speeders you can use."

"Revan's right," Keris said, getting up and tugging Locke up to his feet with a smile. "Give me a few moments to get my robes on and we'll wait for them at the gravesite."

Without even waiting to hear an answer from him she leaned in and kissed him gently, rubbing his cheek before hurrying back to their quarters. The wolf watched her leave, still feeling hesitant- but that apprehension was starting to melt away. He glanced at Revan. "Well... I guess since that's settled, did you want to come along?"

The holocron chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I've done my good deed for the day. Besides, someone will need to stay behind and let others know where you've gone off to."

"If you're sure..."

"This trip of yours seems like it's reserved for close family members only," Revan pointed out, turning as the holoprojector emitted a second image next to him. A still-shot floated next to him, of a gray-eyed, brown-haired, fair-skinned human in Jedi attire. "After this discussion we've had," he said, letting out a distant sigh, "I'd like to spend a while thinking about my own family."

"This place is very lovely in the springtime," Iaora mused as she kept pace behind Kajex and Syrra, dressed in a traveling tunic and trousers and carrying a satchel with her. "Sparse as the forests are on this continent, it makes for a nice break in the plains we usually see."

"We used to come here to camp," Kajex pointed out quietly, squeezing Syrra's paw as he led them deeper into the woods. A few rodent-like critters sprinted across the path quickly and up the trees, peering at the intruders curiously. "Bran used to spend a few days every month with me out in the wilderness so I could meditate in peace- not that Denhaven was ever that noisy, but there's a stillness to nature that makes it easier to concentrate and feel the Force."

He stopped short, eyes drawn to an ancient tree. Four feet from the ground, a deep gouge had cleaved through the trunk partways. For a moment, he placed a paw on the trunk, breathing in deeply and letting it out calmly. "We're near," he told them.

Syrra squeezed his paw, her expression concerned. "Are you alright, love?"

His golden eyes found hers and he smiled, nodding. "Better than last time, to be honest. I guess it helps that I'm not just here to pay my respects, but to give them good news. And it's warmer than last time, too."

"Do you generally not like coming to this place?" Iaora asked.

"It's not just a gravesite for my parents, it's also a former battleground," Kajex elaborated, gesturing to the burn mark. "This is where the Sith tracked us and attacked after sabotaging our ship, and it was the only place Kane was able to bury Bran after he was murdered." He looked around, sighing. "It usually brings up bad memories, but... not so much this time. I won't lie, though- I'm still feelin' a little raw coming back here."

"It will always remain so, for those left behind," Iaora told him, reaching out and touching his shoulder and smiling kindly at him. "Even for Syrra and I, when we visit Ka'un's place of rest. But we are with you, just as you are with us."

"Thanks for that," the wolf said, sincerely glad his fiancee's mother had accompanied them. "And like I said earlier, I'm all for visiting Ka'un's grave after this."

It was indeed very different from the last time he'd visited; back then, Locke had been with him, using the Force to guide the Sentinel's steps forward when it seemed like he would be reluctant to keep going. Master Moarn, Kentoh, Talrik, and Keris had also been there, providing emotional support for what had been a difficult moment in his life. But while he would have liked it better had Locke decided to come along, he felt more peaceful returning to the gravesite than he'd ever felt before.

There were no delays in approaching the spot, no ice to slip on, no overwhelming memories to bring Kajex to grief at an inopportune moment. Before long they could hear the rush of a waterfall nearby, and moments later the treeline ceased into a clearing, lined east, west, and south with trees; to the north was a swift stream, and before it, a subtle rise of land where stood a young tree. At its base lay a pair of smooth, blank river stones, no larger than a man's head; sitting side by side.

They stopped a feet away from the graves, taking in the scene. Before, the forest had been bare and skeletal, the skies overcast with cloud, and the ground white with snow. Now, as Kajex looked at it with eyes unmarred by grief, he realized how peaceful the place really was.

It was Iaora who spoke his mind first. "If you do not mind my saying so, Kajex... you could hardly have wished for a more serene place for your parents to rest."

The wolf smiled and nodded. "You're probably right. I guess the only thing that's missing is a larger gathering, but I think just the three of us is good enough."

"I beg to differ," a voice said from behind them, spooking Kajex and causing them all to turn.

There was a look of slight shame on Locke Surnahm's face as he and Keris emerged from the treeline, hesitance painted on his features as he approached and stopped in front of the wolf. For a few moments, the white wolf looked awkward, running a paw through his hair.

"Give him a moment," Keris told him. "I had to talk some sense into him and he's made the right choice, but he has something he wants to say."

"I thought you weren't coming," Kajex admitted, looking guilty himself. "I wasn't going to pressure you into it, and if you're here because I made you feel bad--"

"It's not that," Locke told him abruptly. "It's just... I'm here because I want to be, and because it's where I'm meant to be. I wanted to say that... I'm sorry."

"You don't gotta apologize for anything," Kajex started to say.

"No, let me finish," Locke insisted, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "I was just so overloaded with what was going on, after half a lifetime of being enslaved, that I just... pushed it away. I made the mistake of letting Voyde's conditioning of me continue to affect me. I... I want to stop pushing family away."

"Locke... you're my brother, and I'm always gonna love you," Kajex said, stepping forward and grabbing his paws. "I understand you being hesitant- you didn't need to force yourself to come if you didn't want to."

"That's just it," Locke said, looking up at him sadly. "I did want to. I was just... afraid that I was taking something special away from you, that I had no right to take. But I was being stupid about all of this. The relationship you had with Bran and Kane wasn't mine to take- it was yours and your-" He stopped short, amending himself. "It was... yours, and our fathers to share with me. I never had the family you had; but I want to be a part of it... if you'll let me."

The Sentinel smiled and stepped forward, taking Locke in a hug. "You don't even need to ask. You've been family since I made the choice to bring you to Yavin 4."

For a few minutes the two wolves held each other, nuzzling affectionately and saying nothing- or at least nothing that could not be better expressed through telepathy. For Kajex, the situation didn't need any other words to say; the fact that Locke was with him, to pay his respects and accept his place in Kajex's family was enough for him. There was no lamenting of self-doubt in the white wolf anymore, and the only grief Kajex could feel from him was in the knowledge that he would never know his fathers the way Kajex did; a grief displaced by the assurance that they would have loved and accepted him too, as they did the Sentinel.

"Thank you, Kajex. For everything," Locke finally said, pulling away and smiling broadly.

"Thank you, Locke," the gray wolf grinned back. "Thanks for everything you've done and been a part of- and for coming to visit my-- our dads, again. I'm sure if Bran and Kane could be here to tell you... they'd say--"

"We'd say 'it's good to see you both again.'"

For a moment, Kajex was certain his heart had stopped. The sound of the voice mixed with the impossibility of hearing it was enough for the Sentinel to jerk upright, afraid to turn around. Locke drew away, his expression one of confusion for the interruption; in mere moments, the confusion gave way to wide eyes and a gaping muzzle.

"... Locke," Kajex whispered almost fearfully. "... Who said that?"

The white wolf swallowed, keeping his gaze fixed over the Sentinel's shoulder. "You won't believe me if I tell you," he murmured. "Turn around."

Slowly, reluctantly, the Sentinel released his embrace on his brother and turned, hesitating long enough to see the looks of shock and wonder in Keris, Iaora and Syrra, all three of whom had backed away from the grave. To see them stunned into silence was too much, such that Kajex almost didn't want to look.

But he knew the voice. And it wasn't long before it spoke again.

"C'mon, son. Ain't you gonna say hi?"

At that, the wolf's head whipped around the final few degrees needed, and it was here that all the oxygen seemed to vanish from his lungs. A sensation not unlike being shot in the stomach with a bullet (a sensation Kajex was deeply familiar with) seemed to kick him in the abs, his knees weakening as he caught a look at the pair of ghostly figures standing at the graves. One was a Trianii, black-furred and white-haired, dressed in a black coverall and a brown bomber jacket; the other, a human male with raven-black hair and a well-trimmed beard, in Jedi attire.

Both Bran and Kane Surnahm stood quietly, regarding the group with broad smiles.

Nobody said a word as Kajex brought his paws to his eyes, rubbing them vigorously for several seconds before daring to open them again. The vision did not waver in the slightest, as Bran appeared to stifle a chuckle, Kane wrapping his arm around his husband and smiling patiently.

"... Is this real?" Kajex asked, hesitantly taking a step forward.

"I suppose there's one way to find out, pup," Bran suggested. Without warning, the human reached out and grabbed his paw, pulling him firmly. Kajex let out a sharp gasp as he was stumbled forward into the taller Jedi's arms.

The first thing he noticed was how warm the embrace was, followed by the feel of Bran's bearded face leaning into his temple. Past the hammering of his own heart he could feel a gentle heartbeat in the chest of his mentor and father; the stiffness of his spine calmed by the soft stroke of Bran's hand rubbing his back affectionately. Shock and confusion melted away as pain and love stung in his chest, prompting him to finally wrap his arms around Bran, who despite being translucent was as solid and tangible as he'd been while alive.

"This... this is real," the wolf choked out, the corners of his eyes burning hot as he clung to the human. "I don't even know how, but... Locke, he's real."

"By the Force," Iaora whispered. "Are they...?"

"It's his fathers," Syrra confirmed, holding Iaora tightly as she and Keris stared.

The wolf drew back, gripping Bran's hands and still unable to believe his eyes as he looked up at the elder Sentinel. "Bran... how...!? How am I able to touch-- and why--"

"It would take too long to describe everything, pup," Kane told him, waving the question away dismissively as he stepped forward and gave the wolf a hug. "And while we can stay here for a little while, I'm sure you'll want to get on to better things than us boring you to death about transcending death and living on through the Force- like introducing us to everyone else."

"Shit, you're right," the wolf laughed tremulously, pulling away and wiping his face and nose dry quickly before turning to the rest of the group. With a slightly wet face he cleared his throat, voice husky as he gestured to his companions. "This... this is part of my pack," he said, guiding them to his fiancee first and smiling proudly at her. "This... is Syrra- my first student, and the woman I'm marrying tomorrow."

The Trianii Jedi faltered for a moment before speaking. "I'm... pleased to meet you," she said breathlessly.

"As we are to meet you," Kane purred, as Bran took her prosthetic paw and Kane took her left, both bowing and kissing her paws politely and garnering a blush from the pleased-looking Trianii. "As you can imagine, we've heard and seen so much about you. I think I speak for my husband and I when I say that we approve of your relationship with him- you've brought out the best in him, and accepted him despite his faults."

"And you've grown to be a tremendously skilled Jedi," Bran added with a grin. "I was more than thrilled when you taught him how to heal his injuries- it's because of you that our son is still alive."

"It... I was glad to help him," Syrra said quietly, unable to contain her smile. "I'm sorry, it's just... wow. I never imagined we'd ever meet, much less like this. Kajex has told me so much about both of you."

"All of it good I hope?" Bran chuckled.

"Nothing but love and good memories," Syrra acknowledged.

"And this," Kajex continued, "is Iaora, Syrra's mother."

"A pleasure," the older Trianii said respectfully, hiding her amazement behind a wide smile and a low bow. "I confess I have no idea how you came to be with us today, but... I'll assume I've not taken leave of my senses and accept that you are, in fact, Kajex's fathers."

"An honor to meet you, ma'am," Bran said, as he and Kane took each of her paws and kissed them. "Your compassion and generosity to our son has helped him and his pack grow- and I'm sure you must have had a hand in guiding his relationship with your daughter."

"I accept this accusation with no shame," she replied, blushing furiously.

"This is Keris, our duelist, friend, and Locke's fiancee," Kajex told them, gesturing to the vixen.

Both men chuckled and held their hands out, shaking the vixen's paws. "Always glad to meet a new member of the family," Bran told her. "We know that you saved Kajex and protected him on the Omega-Orr, and took out a Sith practitioner in the process- you're a solid addition to the pack, lass."

The vixen grinned. "Happy to help. Kajex is a great friend and lover, and he'd do the same for me; probably because he picked that up from you guys. It's... great to finally meet you," she finished, still looking pleasantly surprised.

"And... Locke," Kajex finished, grabbing the white wolf's shoulder. Locke seemed to cringe slightly as the spirits approached him, his expression uncertain despite their warm smiles.

"Locke... our second son," Bran said quietly, an unmistakable note of pride in his voice. "The one we never got to know or speak to."

"The one we've looked over for a while," Kane added.

The Jedi Guardian frowned. "You've... been watching me?"

"Bran has," Kane elaborated. "Longer than you might have thought. Which is important to keep in mind, because part of the the reason we're here is for you, son."

"Please... I appreciate you calling me that, but... I still don't think it's best if you..." Locke started to say, looking away.

"None of that, kid," Bran admonished him gently, bringing a hand up and lifting the white wolf's chin. "We were being one hundred percent honest when we told Kajex we were proud to consider you kin. I know it's hard to believe, given that we didn't have much a hand in your upbringing, and for that we're both so very sorry. I would have gone to the ends of the universe to bring you into our family, just so I could raise both you and Kajex together, if I'd known you existed at all; I'd have done the same for your people."

Locke struggled to speak for a moment, his face full of pain and gratitude. "Thank you..." He wiped at his face. "When you say you've been watching me...?"

"From the moment you saved your brother and the woman he loved, when they needed you the most," Bran said fondly. "An act like that resonates between people, forms a bond in the Force that not even death can break- something you suggested when you attempted to sacrifice yourself a second time."

"Bran and I are proud of you, Locke," Kane told him. "Even when you were on the precipice of darkness, you pulled yourself back. You never took the easy way, always looking for a third option that didn't require you to take a life. And you were willing to bear the pain for others, to spare them from suffering. The reason we're here is to tell you that you don't need to do it anymore- to remind you you have a family willing to go to any lengths for you. Us included, when we can," he added with a grin.

"Then why did I never see you before?" Locke asked, looking hurt. "If you really considered me a second son... why were you never there when I needed you?"

"There was scarcely a moment we could have been there for you," Bran told him patiently. "Like Kajex, we didn't know you existed until he did. Even after that point, when we wanted to be by your side, we couldn't- not without attracting the Sith's attention, and not until you ceased isolating yourself and accepted your connection with Kajex in full. And in the end it turned out we didn't need to, not when you had a wonderful woman and steadfast friend at your back to help you when you needed it."

"There was another reason," Kane added, moving up to Locke's other side and squeezing his shoulder. "The same reason we never appeared to Kajex until recently, in fact. His fear of establishing bonds closed us off from him for a long time. We understood why, and we always hoped he'd open up again- and because of you and Syrra, and the rest of his pack, he finally did. You both feared connecting with people, although for different reasons. Kajex feared others coming to harm because of it; but you, Locke, feared that you were undeserving of it."

"More than anything," Bran said gently as he stroked a hand through Locke's hair, "you needed to reach a point where you could learn to love yourself again, to see value in the person you are so that you could move on in life. And you started to take those steps when you took Kajex's name- our name, Surnahm- as your own. We're here now so we can tell you not to stop now, no matter how awkward it might seem- your brother won't hold it against you, neither will we. We all know you deserve it."

"You should listen to your fathers, Locke," Iaora intoned with a warm smile. "Family is not a bond of blood, but a bond of love- something you have much of in your pack. Don't be afraid to express as much as they express for you."

"Couldn't have put it better myself, ma'am," Kane replied appreciatively.

"How many people can say they're as close to their friends as we are?" Syrra added. "After everything you've done for us, of course Kajex's parents would accept you as theirs."

"I might tease you for being awkward," Kajex admitted with a smile, "but I'll be there every step I can be there for. You are worth it."

Locke took in a deep breath; as he exhaled, it seemed like the weight of so many worries were lifted off his shoulders. "I... understand. Thank you... all of you."

"There's one more thing we have to give you before we move to other matters, Locke," Bran said. "Something you may not have needed, but have probably wanted for a while."

"What's that?" the white wolf asked.

Without another word, both Bran and Kane drew in close to the Jedi Guardian, arms wrapping around the shorter, younger man and pulling him into a hug between them. For a moment the white wolf stiffened with an expression of shock as he was trapped between the two older men. The expression faded as he closed his eyes, a shuddering sigh passing through him as he leaned into their arms and returned it. There was no question in everyone's mind that Locke had longed for such affection all his life, a sad whine pouring from his chest as the three embraced.

"We love you, son," Kane murmured, as the white wolf squeezed harder. "For everything you've done and everything that you are- you are a Surnahm, through and through."

"Thank you... dads," the trembling white wolf managed to choke out.

They held each other in silence as the minutes passed, allowing the white wolf to soak in as much affection as he could while the others waited- at least until Kajex folded his arms and stepped up to them, a slight whine in his voice. "Hey, lemme in on this, too- he's my brother after all." With only a chuckle as a response the three let the Sentinel in on the affection, leaning on each other for support.

"To see a family whole again, if even for a moment, brings a warmth that little can compare to," Iaora murmured eventually, wrapping an arm around Syrra's shoulders and pulling her in a bit.

"It really does," the Trianii Jedi agreed.

"Makes you want to hug someone, doesn't it?" Keris purred, leaning in to Syrra and nuzzling her as they watched.

Before too long Locke started to pull away, the two spirits letting him step back as he wiped his face and breathed in deeply, mastering his emotions as best as he could. Bran reached out, gripping the Guardian's shoulder carefully. "You good, kiddo?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm great," the white wolf told him with a watery chuckle, wiping at his face. "Thank you so much. I guess I needed that more than I thought I did."

"Believe me," Kane interjected pleasantly, "we've been wanting to do that for a while. Just remember we'll be watching you as closely as we have been with Kajex- we'll be watching all of you, if you ever need it."

"Will we be able to see you again?" Kajex asked eagerly.

"Easy, pup," Kane chuckled as he ruffled the Sentinel's hair. "I know you'd love that, but the answer can only be 'maybe'. This transition into becoming a spirit happened because of our connection with you, but it comes with its own caveats."

"Are there limitations?" Locke asked.

"A few," Bran acknowledged. "We can intervene to protect you, but it shortens our time here. The longer we stay, the harder it is to remain- another reason why we never reached out when you all had each other to rely on. In places where the Force has been wounded, like Malachor V and Katarr, we can't even approach- we'd risk suffering a fate similar to that monster Ulfric if we even tried. And eventually we will need to move on, to truly become one with the Force. Limiting how often we appear, when you need guidance the most, lengthens our time on this plane of existence."

"So then you'll have to go soon," Kajex said, his ears and tail drooping. "That kinda sucks..."

"Hey, none of that," Bran admonished him gently, tapping the wolf's nose with a finger. "I told you before that we're never leaving you, nor your brother. And though there will be a day where we'll have to say our final goodbyes, that won't be for a long time to come- and as long as you keep using what we've taught you and being the person we loved and raised, a part of us will live on in you; in the people you train; and in whatever children you decide to have or raise."

"So chin up, pup," Kane said, cuffing the Sentinel's upper arm in a friendly manner. "No sense being sour the day before your wedding. We'll be there- not like this, mind you, but you can bet we'll watch every moment."

"I'll try to remember that," Kajex sighed, looking a little better. "Hell... it's great just seeing you at all."

"Thank you for your protection- and your blessing," Syrra said, finally detaching herself from her mother and Keris to approach them. "I know it means a lot to both of them that they know you approve."

It was here that Bran and Kane shared a knowing smile between them, finally turning to address her directly. "You're very welcome, Syrra," Bran replied. "After everything you've done, it's hard not to. You heard my son's lesson about the Force flowing between us, how it's important to keep those bonds strong. Hearing you impart that lesson to an entire Trianii population, having such an important message broadcast across the stars and heard by so many people... I'm glad that through him and through you, the message was spread."

The Trianii blushed, but smiled broadly. "I was happy to spread it. I can't stress how important I believe that message to be."

"And for that, you have my thanks." He paused, suddenly looking slightly awkward as he half-smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Which is why we have something for you as well."

Syrra blinked. "For... me?" She held up her paws. "It's fine, however grateful you might be, just meeting you and hearing your approval is enough."

"I'm sure it is, lass," Kane agreed. "But before we move on, there are some things you should know- both you and your mother."

Iaora perked up, trading a curious glance at Keris. "Why us?"

"How long has Syrra wanted to become a Jedi?" Bran asked.

The elder Trianii looked to Syrra. "Since she was a cub, to be sure. About as long as she'd wanted to become a Trianii Ranger, in fact- just like her father."

"Of course- Ka'un was a good man, after all," Kane acknowledged solemnly. "He always saw the good in folks, appreciated them for who they were, and inspired anyone who looked up to him. It's no surprise his youngest daughter wanted to follow in his footsteps."

"You knew my father?" Syrra asked, her eyes wide.

"After his heroism and his sacrifice, there are very few Trianii who don't remember him. I'm sure he may have mentioned having searched for a figure known as the Ekiboan Jedi, a master of the Force who spent time aiding the Trianii Rangers and aiding in fending off early incursions by the Corporate Sector Authority. Is that not correct, madam?" Bran asked.

"How did you...?" Iaora murmured, looking shocked. "He never told anyone about that, except for me and his sister, Atuarre."

"I know he was looking for the Ekiboan Jedi- because he was looking for me. Me, Kane and Kajex, to be exact," he clarified with a chuckle. "It's funny, looking back on things- just knowing how close Kajex and Syrra came to meeting each other in the past. Imagine if Ka'un found us before I died, or found Kane before he died. There were times where Kajex and Syrra were only a hand's breadth away, only to look the other way and walk past each other." This prompted the Sentinel and Trianii to trade surprised looks, to which Bran laughed. "C'mon, you both ate at the same noodle stand, hung around the same starport! But in the end, maybe the way you met was the way it was meant to be- maybe the Force nudged things where they needed to be, until you both needed each other."

"Maybe," Syrra agreed quietly, before shaking her head clear. "But with all due respect, what does this have to do with my father? How do you even know of him?" she pressed.

"Lass," Kane said with a warm and patient smile, "do you think something as trivial as death was going to prevent your father from looking for us?"

It was clear that his words only confused her further, as she looked to Kajex for an answer; yet the wolf could do little more than shake his head and shrug. Another query was on the tip of her tongue, ready to be uttered when movement behind Bran and Kane drew her attention. As one, the two husbands stepped to either side, just as a bluish glow emanated between them, slowly taking shape as it approached her. In seconds, the mist was humanoid and upright, though featureless; and for a brief moment, the Trianii Jedi felt a slight twinge of fear at this new development. But as the seconds wore on, the features started to appear, along with distinct colors; a felinoid visage, kind and warm with brown fur and black hair; light armor of red and gold, bearing the crest of the Trianii Rangers; and striking sapphire blue eyes that matched Syrra's.

The moment she looked into his eyes, she fell to her knees, numb with shock.

"<Hello, Fluff-ball,>" Ka'un purred gently in the Trianii language, a proud smile on his face. "<It's so good to see you again.>"

"No... it can't be," she whimpered, her lower lip trembling as her eyes filled with tears. "This... this must be a dream." Behind her, Iaora had clutched her breast, eyes wide and breathing heavily as Keris held her steady for support, the vixen's eyes wide with awe.

The Ranger laughed, his voice pleasant and warm. "<I don't blame you for thinking so. But I promise you, Fluff-ball... I am not a dream.>" He held his paw out, waiting as Syrra reached up with a shaky paw of her own. The spirit grabbed her wrist, pulling her up firmly back to her feet and catching her in a close hug.

Save for the sounds of the forest around them, and the running stream ahead, there was silence as father and daughter embraced; the latter shook violently as she buried her face into his chest, trying to hold back her sobs of joy as Ka'un rubbed her back. "To have this one chance to see you again, Syrra... let me see your face. I want to see how much my little girl has grown."

She drew away with great reluctance, her face fur matted with tears as her sapphire eyes sparkled and looked up into his. "<Father...>"

"Ka'un!" Iaora cried out, unable to hold her silence any longer. She rushed forward on unsteady feet to her mate, Keris quickly helping her maintain her balance long enough for the older Trianii to finally reach the Ranger. He was more than ready to receive her, widening his embrace and taking her in his arms as the two kissed deeply, without hesitation or shame. The rest of the group watched in silence as the trio held each other close, allowing the long-separated family to bask in their joy.

"<I missed you so much, Ka'un,>" Iaora managed to choke out quietly. "<Ever since that day... I...>"

"<I know, my love,>" he purred gently. "<You don't have to worry, there was no pain- just light, and then peace. There was comfort knowing that I gave my life to keep our people, and you and Syrra, safe from harm.>"

"<I'm so sorry,>" she mewled mournfully into his neck. "<For not saying yes sooner. I wanted you to know that, for us... to...>"

"<Had we more time, Iaora, I would have gladly taken you as my wife,>" he said, smiling widely. "<It wasn't meant to be... but that doesn't mean you weren't my mate. Not even death caused me to cease loving you.>"

She smiled up at him, face wet with tears. "<Nor did it stop my heart, as painful as it was to grieve. But even with Aarn... I never stopped loving you.>"

"<You couldn't have picked a better man as your husband,>" Ka'un told her, his tone and smile sincere. "<I knew I could count on him to keep you safe and comfortable, and to watch over Syrra and Ra'Tasum like his own children. Believe me, the only thing I ever regretted was never being able to feel your warmth again.>" He chuckled. "<Or your body.>"

"<Ka'un!>" Iaora mewled, blushing furiously but unable to hide her smile. "<You... saying such... of all places!>" she admonished him with a giggle.

"We don't mind," Kane chuckled. "It's a nice change of pace as opposed to this area being depressing."

Ka'un drew away a little, looking between both Iaora and Syrra with an expression of pure love. "<I can't believe how similar the two of you look- you could almost pass for sisters, you still look so young, Iaora. And you, Syrra... a Jedi Knight, just like you said you'd be.>" The Ranger's smile broadened into a grin as he cupped her face and nuzzled her forehead. "<I once told your true mother that when I looked at you, I saw the child I should have had with her. Syrra... there are no words to convey how proud I am of you; for how beautiful you've become, and for how strong you've been all these years without me.>

"<I had the best role-model to inspire me,>" Syrra mewled quietly with a trembling smile. "<And family to teach me what I needed.>"

"And a fine instructor to teach you the ways of the Force," he added in Basic, looking up directly at the Sentinel and pulling away from the Trianii women. He lifted his paw, gesturing to the Kanj'Isha Knight. "Come here, lad- I want to get a look at you."

"Go on, pup, say hi," Kane chuckled, swatting the wolf's butt.

"Hey, easy!" Kajex yelped, ears flattening in embarrassment. "We got guests here, let's not weird them out with our weird family activities."

"They've already told me as much," Ka'un admitted with a laugh. "And while I do find it strange, I believe them without question when they say that their love for you was genuine. I'm happy that you were able to share that love with my daughter, in addition to you sharing your knowledge of the Force. You are a good man, Kajex Surnahm, as skilled and strong as the best of the Trianii Rangers; and I am glad to be able to entrust you with watching over her as her mate." He held out his paw, which the wolf gladly clasped.

"Thank you, sir," the wolf said appreciatively. "Though at this point, she's saved my tail just as frequently- I know she'll do the same for me."

"Kane is right, though," Ka'un said, leaning over and nuzzling Syrra now. "I never stopped looking for the Ekiboan Jedi. After my death, I clung desperately to my bond with Iaora and Syrra, finding myself a part of the Force itself. I hoped that in some way as a spirit I could find what I was looking for, and draw attention to my daughter in some way or another. And I did find him, years later- already dead, and watching over his own son."

"Did you influence all of this?" Syrra asked, wiping her face.

"Not at all," her father replied, shaking his head. "I quickly discovered my limitations and settled for watching over you; hoping, as Bran and Kane did, that their son would eventually notice you. So many close calls, and yet you never saw each other. And yet, as luck would have it... Aarn pulled through again, taking a chance on a young starship captain and mercenary with a few things to hide."

"If you've been watching them for so long... why all of this now?" Keris asked.

"A place like this," Bran explained, "is strong in the Force. Echoes of what occurred here make it easier for spirits like us to visit. It was the same on Kunik, when we appeared to Kajex- even dark side energy is still a part of the Force, and for him, we were prepared to confront it. With the four of you getting married and coming here to pay your respects- which we're thankful for, by the way, the flowers look great- this seemed like the perfect opportunity to show up."

"How much longer can you stay, Father?" Syrra asked, hugging him again.

"I'm afraid I can't stay long, Fluff-ball," Ka'un sighed, looking troubled. "And as much as it pains me to say it... nor can I guarantee that I'll be able to return."

Iaora flinched while Syrra jerked up in fear. "B-but... why not?" she mewled.

"We're truly sorry, ma'am," Kane told them all, looking apologetic. "But to linger on the mortal plane as a Force spirit takes a strong connection to the Force, or a powerful bond with someone who has that connection. I'm only able to come here because of my love for Bran; but while Ka'un has been a good friend and companion while we watched over you, bringing him here with us in a form solid enough to embrace taxes the length of time we're able to persist."

"I don't want to limit the time they have with their own sons," Ka'un said resolutely as he embraced his family once again. "I would not ask that of any parent. If now is the only moment I'll have with my mate and my daughter, I will gladly take it. But you don't need me to continue living your lives; you have loved ones here who you need to focus on and find happiness with."

"Then we better get in as much time as possible," Iaora said, leaning into Ka'un again. "This is an opportunity I won't miss."

"Well," Bran said quietly, so as not to interrupt the Trianii family as they talked to each other. "I think we've done almost everything we need to help the lot of you, and give you a bit of a boost after a rough week. As for you, lass," he said, focusing on Keris.

"With all due respect, Pops," the vixen said with folded arms and a smirk, "I don't believe for a second you're going to show me my parents as any kind of comfort- not that I mind."

Bran chuckled, looking sheepish. "Yeah... unfortunately not, kid. What that does mean is that whoever your parents are, they're still alive."

"Then they ain't my parents," Keris replied, shaking her head. "It's like Syrra's mom said, family is about love, not blood. And I got myself the best kind of family already, with a handsome wolf boy, his twin, a flexible kitty, and a bunch of fuckbuddies I would trust with my life. You don't need to show me anything today- just as long as I know you approve of me tying the knot with Locke."

"You got yourself the right attitude, lass," Kane chuckled, patting her shoulder. "And while you have our approval, you clearly don't require it- you've spent over three years being a comfort to him when we couldn't be there. So, while we still have a little bit of time left, Bran and I might as well give you all something useful- advice."

Kajex's ears perked up at that. "On what?"

"A few things," Bran answered. "I always regretted not being able to teach Kajex a few things I felt would have made his life easier, when it came to Jedi training. It's both a burden and a joy to see your own student excel and meet the darkness of the universe with their own light. Having your own people to train must be an exciting prospect, I'm sure, and I'm glad all of you are doing your best to keep your students protected. But no matter how scared it might make you, let your students- and your children, should you be blessed to have any- try their strengths without you. Give them the education they need, but also give them the space and trust to grow on their own. They will surprise you with their strength and tenacity."

"Rexxis won't see it the same way," Kajex sighed.

"And that's natural, pup," Bran acknowledged. "I was sick with fear every time I did it for you, but you showed me every time that you could handle yourself- and that you had the smarts to step away when things were too much. Give it time, and the pack you're training will see it too."

"What I would want to impart," Kane said, "is to have patience for the people around you. I know that it must be disheartening to hear Trianii intolerance to certain relationships, and it's not something that is going to change overnight. But keep at it all the same, no matter how futile it may seem. You have allies on your side, like Pakka and Matriarch Ja'Murah. It's a greater victory to open another person's eyes, than to close theirs forever. Even the Sith can pull away from the darkness and back into the light."

"That goes for your sister and mother, as well," Ka'un interjected. "I know there is pain and distrust between you two and Bast, and not without good reason. But..." He sighed, squeezing both of them. "I will be honest. I did love Bast; not as deeply as Iaora, but I always hoped that she would open up to change, to become a better person. I can't be there to help her any longer, to attempt to guide her towards a more compassionate path; but the both of you have shown unfathomable compassion and understanding. There may come a day when she will need your strength, even if she's too proud to admit it. Don't judge her too harshly, and be ready to embrace her if she should ever take that step."

"She tried to have Kajex killed," Syrra muttered, looking torn.

"Fear and love can cause those who care for us to make stupid decisions- like I did with you, not telling you I was a Sentinel," Kajex reminded her. "I don't like Bast, and I think most of both packs feel the same way; but I won't stand in the way of anyone who wants to make up for their mistakes. Master Moarn did- maybe Bast can too."

"Even with you as my daughter," Iaora said as she nuzzled the younger woman, "Bast is still our blood. There can be love there too."

The Trianii Jedi sighed, but nodded. "I'll... give it my best, if she ever makes a sincere attempt."

"That's all I ask, Fluff-ball," Ka'un said, kissing her forehead.

"The last thing we'd like to tell you," Bran continued, "is to be on your guard, and to stay strong. The battle you're fighting is not going to be without cost. Almost every one of your packmates has had a close brush with death. You need to be prepared for the worst. Pouma V was a sample of the Sith trying to get at all of you, to put your bonds to the test and try to get you to break. You held strong, but they will strike all the harder next time. Should there ever come a time when you lose someone... hold to everyone else for comfort. As Kajex could tell you, it's far worse grieving alone than it is to grieve as a family."

"He's right," Ka'un said softly as he drew away from Syrra and Iaora. "Remember always that death is not the end. Those who leave you will always be waiting for you ahead to rejoin them. If nothing else, take solace in knowing we will see you again."

"Is it already time?" Syrra asked sadly.

"Shed no more tears for me, my Fluff-ball," Ka'un said, tracing a thumb across her cheek and wiping away a dewy streak. "Tomorrow should be the happiest day of your life, you should spend it looking forward to the future instead of lamenting on the past."

"Yeah," the Trianii Jedi said, managing a trembling smile as she wiped the other side of her face. "Although I'm still going to miss you, Father."

"Ka'un," Iaora said, looking hesitant. "I... what should I tell Ra'Tasum?"

"Wait until tomorrow," the Trianii Ranger advised gently. "Seek him out before the ceremony begins and give him these words: 'it was not just a dream.'" He smiled widely. "He will understand."

"What... will that mean?" she asked, confused.

"He will tell you, but the shorthand is that I will always love him, and that I'm glad he's found love again. I'm sure this young man, Tegrim, will treat him well."

"I'll let him know, then," Iaora said, smiling back. "Ka'un... I will always love you."

"As I will always love you, in return," he replied, stepping back until he was standing near Bran and Kane again. "Share the joy you shared with me, with those you love."

"Well... I think we're about done here, pup," Bran said, squeezing Kajex's shoulder. "I don't think there's much else to discuss."

The Sentinel nodded with a sigh. "I'm gonna miss you guys."

"Wait, please- for just a second," Syrra said abruptly, hurrying forward to Kajex's fathers. She stopped short in front of them, hesitating for a moment- then lunged in and wrapped her arms around Bran, embracing the surprised but pleased-looking Jedi. "Thank you," she purred. "Both of you, for everything. For raising a good son, for watching over him when he needed you most, and... for letting me see my father one last time."

"Believe me, it was the least we could do," Bran said kindly, as he hugged her back. She released him and embraced Kane as well, the older Trianii purring loudly and returning the hug.

"Keep yourself safe, kitten," Kane told her, as she pulled away. "My boy picked the best lass to be his mate, student, and copilot. He'll need your strength, just like you'll need his."

There was an air of peace mingled with great reluctance as the trio of spirits stepped back, until they were only a few feet away from the tree Bran and Kane had been buried at. But as the wolf twins, Keris, Syrra and Iaora stood together, nobody made any move towards them, to plead for a few moments more. Nevertheless, Kajex could feel both Locke and Syrra squeeze in close to him, radiating sadness and joy mingled together in near-equal measure; a feeling that was stoked as their forms seemed to fade slowly.

"Kajex, Locke," Kane said, his voice sounding distant. "We love you both. Take care of each other and your families, and keep fighting."

"Until we meet again," Ka'un said, his voice almost a whisper, "may your bonds stay strong."

"May the Force be with you all," Bran simply said, a warm smile still on his face as all three of them finally vanished.

A pang of pain lingered in Kajex as they left his sight, but only for a moment, as he breathed in and out slowly, Syrra and Locke still leaning in close to him.

"Good-bye," he said simply.

For the first time in years, in this place that had once been a source of pain, he finally truly felt at peace.

"Well... that went pretty decent, didn't it?" Kane observed as the wolf twins, Keris, Syrra and Iaora left, having laid their bouquets at the breast of his and Bran's grave with expressions of peace.

"I think we really made their day," Bran agreed. "We don't have to worry about tomorrow- they'll be fine."

"And you'll be there?" Ka'un asked.

"Wouldn't miss it for anything," the Jedi Sentinel replied. "He was there for ours, after all."

"It'll be a good idea to hang around, especially if she decides to show up," Kane added with a troubled tone. "... Do you really think she will?"

"Much as I hate to admit it, most family knows that Bast can be terribly invasive. I'll be very surprised if she doesn't know by now. But I'm not worried, either," Ka'un told them, sounding confident.

"No? Why not?"

"I may not be Force sensitive, but that doesn't mean I don't get strong feelings every now and again. If she turns up and objects... my little girl will know how to handle it. Compared to taking on Sith and defeating their monstrosities, she has little to fear from Bast."

"Fair point," Kane conceded. "Still, it's a good thing she wasn't here, I can't imagine that she would've approved of you kissing Iaora like that."

"Possibly not," Ka'un chuckled.

There was a pause between them all as, invisible, they continued to watch the group disappear into the treeline until they were out of sight. Once they could percieve no movement in the trees ahead, Bran spoke.

"... Should we have told Iaora?" he asked.

Ka'un did not answer.

"... I don't want to think that it was a lie of any kind, with us not mentioning in," Bran said slowly. "I'm just surprised nobody was able to figure out that only Force-sensitives could have seen us as we were. It doesn't seem like anybody else knows, either, otherwise Bast would have taught her something. Did you know?"

"I didn't know," Ka'un said simply.

"So, knowing what you know now... would you tell her?" Bran pressed gently.

"No." The tone was absolute, final. "My mate deserves her happiness with whomever she wishes. I will not burden her by revealing something best left hidden for the moment." He chuckled. "And as it is, she might well figure it out soon. If that happens, and if there is ever a time where she needs it... well... I'm sure my daughter and your son could help."

"You know," Bran said warmly, "I don't think they'd mind that at all."

"We should probably go," Kane pointed out. "We're burning fuel lingering here."

"Yeah..."

"Hey, buck up, babe," the Trianii purred. "You'll see 'em again tomorrow. It's gonna be a happy day, mark my words."