Jon Devis watched with anger as a small ship landed on his nice blue lawn. Everyone got out of the pool, while Baby slept on a lounger, still recovering from her dance. Mulk smiled and put his hand up, stopping Jon from confronting the tresspassers. "It's ok son. they're friends. Baby," he called behind him waking her. "Zell's here." Tek'Mal helped Baby get up and headed for the ship. the hatch opened and three men stepped out in red Beskargam, Their helmets off, all wearing one face. One sees Tek'Mal and runs to her, taking her in his arms. "Love, I'm sorry I missed the Dance. Was it beautiful?" "Yes husband. It was exquisite." Jon stood confused. He was not used to seeing Mandalorians without their helmets. Nor had he ever seen them show any kind of gentleness. Heavy looked at him. "We are human." He then glanced at his wife and the Duros. "Well, some of us." Baby slowly pushed her way past all of them as Zell limped out of the ship. He gasped in pain as she wrapped her arms around him. "Careful girl," Boom cautioned her. "He has several broken ribs." "What? How did that happen?" Mulk asked. Boom stepped up, a holo projector in his hand. "Gather round my friends, and be prepared to witness the most amazing thing you will ever see." Placing it on the grass, he stepped back. They all watched as Zell had his run in with the drunk gammorrean. Melee and Ano gently hugged their brother, beaming with pride. Kinna stepped forward. "That is the best example I've ever seen of a force punch. Even I couldn't do as well." Heavy pushed himself away from his wife and stood next to the blue short furred Cerinian. He looked deep into her eyes. After a minute he bowed his head. "Buir Pehn, it's so good to see you again." Shot and Boom looked at their brother like he was mad. Kinna though, just nodded. "It's good to see you too, Heavy. Same for you Shot and Boom. Boom stepped closer. "Is it really you Buir Pehn?" She nodded and all three hug her like sons who were meeting their mother after a long separation. "This is quite the gathering we have here." Heavy told them all. "We are the four survivors of the Republic forces that fought at the battle of Sora. While these three," He held out his hand to Zell and his sisters. "Represent the only survivor of the CIS forces. We should all go and sing for our dead to honor them. Zell, it's the proper thing to do. Tommorrow marks the thirtieth anniversary of the end of battle." Looking at his sisters, Zell agreed. "Then we will go." A long furred arm wrapped itself around Shot's waist. "You know what?" a very sexy, and very familiar voice whispered in his ear. "Heavy never was very good at math, was he?" Shot smiled. "Heavy, don't forget Metla here" Heavy turned, a look of joy on his face. He took a step, and then stopped and jerked his head back like he'd been slapped. He looked around him, like he was seeing enemies that were not there. "Jesus Christ! It's a trap! Go for cover," he shouted. Kinna grabs his shoulders. "What did you say Heavy?" Without warning he and Metla fell to the ground in convulsions. At the same time a bone chilling howl of agony floated from the house.