Pehn Orell found the Tantive 4 where she told herself it would be. A voice come in over her cockpit speakers as she made her approach. "This is the consular ship Tantive 4. Please identify yourself." Pehn tripped her mic. "Hi! I'm a travelling dancer, and I was told to meet a certain little balding man here for a date." Bail Organa answered, laughing. "Come aboard then. I'll let him know his dance partner is here. The hanger bay is getting crowded." "Thank you sir." Twenty minutes later Yoda, Obi Wan, and Senator Organa sat in amazement at Pehn's tale of speaking to her future self. "A rare thing, this temporal sending is." The small Jedi Master said. "And fortunate. Good it is to know that what we are doing will work. And save many lives this Gath Pok can." But the Jedi Master stared hard at Pehn. "But more there is you wish to tell me, Dancer. Trouble you, something does." As she sat on the deck, the Cerinian closed her eyes and told Yoda what happened on the Victory. Pehn could feel the great Jedi's sadness and disappoinment. "Warned you I have. Too close to the darkside your fighting style is. Give it up, if you wish to avoid falling forever to it's grip." She nodded. "I've still got my two shotos. I'll learn form four. It requires more discipline, less chaos." "Form four is perfect for you Dancer," Kennobi said. "Given your strength and agility, you should have no trouble mastering it." "Thank you Master Kennobi. I appreciate your confidence in me. Coming from you it means a lot." Kennobi smiled and nodded. "I'm off to bed then. I have a long flight to take Luke to his new home. Are you going to see the babies before you leave Pehn?" "Obi Wan! When have I ever turned down the chance to hold a baby?" Obi Wan laughed as he left. "You would have made a great nanny." "Thank you! But before you go, there's something you should know. The last thing my sending told me was that Sideous does not die at the hand of his apprentice. He is killed by Annakin Skywalker. To protect his children from him." "Good news is this Mistress Orell. Thank you I do for it." The ancient Jedi said smiling. "And one last thing Master Yoda, Obi Wan." Pehn said to the two Jedi. " I was told that Luke shall become a strong Jedi." Pehn then looked at Organa and held up her hand. "And before you ask Senator. Leia will be a beautiful, inelligent, headstrong woman who's heart shall be won over by a rogueish hero," Pehn smiled. "Don't ask me what that last part means. I'm sure it's good." Bail smiled. "Well I for one hope so. Let's go see the babies then, shall we?" Two hours later, the babies were put back to bed. Orell stared at them several seconds before shaking her head. "It's so sad about their mother. The universe is a dimmer place without her beauty to light it. A colder place without her courage to warm it." Organa put his hand on her shoulder. "Obi Wan was wrong. You should have been a poet, not a nanny. But there's something we need to talk about. You will no longer look as you do. How will I know you if we should ever meet again?" Pehn thought for a second. "We will meet again in eight years. That's when you'll hear a blue short furred Cerinian say I'm holding strong for the two." Bail nodded. "We all will. And I can't wait until we meet again." "I'm looking forward to it. Farewell. I've got to get a new look. If you should meet any Jedi, be sure to send them to Pok." "That I will. Farewell Dancer." Ten minutes later, Pehn Orell was in hyperspace, starting her long journey to Khamas.