"Okay..." She gets up to go to bed.

Karzel pilots the shuttle, and a few hours later gently shakes her awake. 

"We're here." 

She yawns, stretching languidly, and grumbles under her breath.

But she rolls out of bed nonetheless.

A set of non-sleeping robes has been laid out. 

When she comes back up to the front, she can see that Karzel didn't wait for them to be quite done docking before he woke her. 

She bounces up next to him, watching the docking process. It's new enough to be interesting.

Their shuttle is entering the docking bay of a much larger, old, decrepit-looking freighter. 

"This where we're going?" she asks.

"Yes. It's easier this way; everything Ekkreth salvaged from their time with the Sith has to be disguised, if they don't want it traced back to them and having it come out that Darth Magnus isn't dead after all."

"That's smart I guess. Though having to lie isn't fun."

"Sometimes it's worth it."

The shuttle finishes pulling in; the outer hatch closes. Karzel opens the shuttle.

"Yeah."

She looks outside, curiously.

There's a figure standing outside.

Their Force presence hums with delighted anticipation and the kind of deep-attachment love that Karzel displayed when talking about Ekkreth. They are dressed in a loose black robe which nonetheless fails to conceal the gentle swelling of their abdomen. When the door opens, they grin and stride forwards.

Karzel grins, also, and steps out to meet them.

The two meet, and they take him in their arms. Some previously-imperceptible tension drains out of both.

For a moment, there is nothing there but love, love, love, the two Force presences nearly indistinguishable in oneness of purpose.

And then they part. Arm still around the other's shoulder, Karzel calls, "Ebele! This is my renegade Sith, Ekkreth."

"Hi!" she calls, waving, cheered by the clear happiness.

"Hello! It's lovely to meet you! We don't have anywhere near the resources to rescue all the Jedi children but I'm glad Karzel got you out."

"I'm glad I got out too. I don't think the others were as unhappy as I was, at least..."

"It wouldn't have been safe to take anyone who wasn't."

"And people should be where they want to be. Though the Jedi also shouldn't be telling people they can't go other places."

"Hmm?"

"I wasn't allowed to just leave and say I wanted to be raised elsewhere. But that's - not a problem with just the way the Jedi do things, that's a problem with saying kids can't decide what happens to them."

--Nod.

"In my culture, your family is the people you choose. Nobody can claim you who you refuse to claim. Well, not as parents. The slavers don't care."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good way to do it. Minus the slavers."