This is just a little one off thing I did. Tomorrow I start the next chapter. And as always, thank you for your replies and support. Corellian Jedi Boz Corrin shook his head as the com screen flashed on, revealing an image of his wife, Magenta, and their twins, Lily and Corell Peenk. "What are they fighting about now?" The tall man asked before giving a sigh of frustration. "Well, Boz," The beautiful redhead started with a smile. "It seems Peenk wanted to play with Lily's pool toys, but Lily didn't want to share." "And naturally, Lily wanted to play with Peenk's pool toys," Boz offered. "And Peenk did not want to share." "Of course." "Well, you know what to do, Maggy my dear," Boz said as he stared harshly at the two girls. "Have the nannys gather up all their toys and give them away." The two children were beginning to express their displeasure at their father's decision when Corrin's Padawan, Naro Theati, stepped through the hatchway. "We drop out of hyperspace in ten minutes, Master Corrin," The handsome blond eighteen year old told his Master as he waved at the twins. "Hey, girls. How's it going?" When he saw their tears he shook his head. "Parent time I see," He said, as he slowly stepped back. "Yes," Boz answered, nodding. "And I highly recommend it to you." "Ha! No thanks! I'm still a Padawan!" Naro laughed as the hatch closed. "Until tonight that is," The man told to his wife in a low voice. "Are you saying Naro has passed his test?" Magenta asked with a grin. "Yes. He is ready to join us as a Knight," He then turned to the twins. "You two go study since you have no toys to play with. And you better be asleep when I get home!" Peenk grinned and ran in the direction of her father's study, while Lily crept away, wiping tears from her cheeks. "I bet you one of your massages that Peenk will be in your study with one of your old ship's manuals," The redhead said as Andi, one of Peenk's nannys, strode behind her on her way to the study. "That, Maggy my dear, is what's known as a sucker's bet," Corrin then grinned at his wife. "I'll take that bet!" "I was hoping you would. Because I could really use one right now." "All you have to do is ask." "Ok, then," She said in a fatigued voice. "I will need another tomorrow night." "Busy day?" "I have six sit down interviews between 0630 and 1230," Magenta then stepped closer to the camera. "And Miss Cellia unveils the new line at 2100. So her top model has to be there by 1330." "That is why you get paid the big money." "I take it the trip was a failure, Boz?" Magenta asked, changing the subject. She'd noticed that Boz was rather uneasy about something. "Of course. The Coruscanti Jedi have once again refused to return Ateia Marelli and Vreem Zarell," The ebon haired giant said shaking his head. "And I wish the Masters would stop asking for their return. Both are very happy where they are." "And what else happened?" The redhead asked, knowing there was more. "Two things," He told her with a sigh. "Zarrell was with Master Collo on Ord Mantel when the bastard who's been trying to have the boy killed upped the ante. He was attacked by a Vernou. Vreem thinks he was after his master, but Collo said he was there to kill the kid. No doubt." "That is not good!" The woman was shocked, shaking her head. "And that means that his father was right to hand him over to Coruscant. There are not enough of you to protect him here on Corellia." "Yeah," Corrin agreed. "The other thing was, I saw Master Mateesa on Coruscant. Naro and I gave chase, but he escaped. And he was not alone. He had a Human female with him. She's been identified as Hannah Jolla, a former Jedi who left the movement several years ago." "That also, is not good," The redhead said in a stunned tone. "What did the Jedi Council there say about the encounter?" "They still say he's just part of a Sith cult. That he's nothing to worry about. Just like our High Council!" Boz shook his head. "Master Mateesa held off three Corellian Knights long enough to escape. And I held off a Knight and his Padawan." "But you didn't get away, did you?" Magenta said with a smirk. "That's because I found my way out blocked by this cute little flat chested redhead," A smile returned to the man's face. "A cute little flat chested redhead who knocked me out with a rather powerful kick to the head." "You shouldn't have Force Pushed her!" Magenta said as she held her head up sternly. "That hurt!" "And yet she came to visit me everyday in the facility they kept me in. Sometimes two or three times a day," Boz gave her an amused look. "It got to the point where I begged the Masters to begin training me as a Jedi. Just to get away from her." "Oh, but you were too late, Buster!" The redhead shot back. "She'd already sunk her claws into your flesh. And she was not going to let you get away." "I knew that to be true when we met again two years later at my Knighting ceremony. That cute little flat chested redhead was now gorgeous, tall, and delightfully bumpy in the area of the chest," The man glanced at the top of his wife's head. "And thank the Force she was still a redhead." "You are a sucker for a woman with red hair," She said as Lily ran back into view and held a book up. "Daddy! Look what I found to read!" She shouted excitedly. "Techniques In Management In The Ship Repair Industry," The father nodded his approval. "Very good choice!" The young girl grinned and ran back the way she'd come. The blonde, Peenk, then took her place and held up one of her own. "See what I found to read?" The man read the title and smiled. "The Maintenance Manual For The Kourdolo-Dara Series XVI Sub-Light Drive For The YT-1050. Excellent choice, as well," But the smile disappeared quickly. "Be very careful with that one. It's almost three hundred years old. Ok?" "Boz," Magenta said with a smile as Peenk ran off. "You know those manuals are almost indestuctible," As if on cue, the sound of someone getting slapped by a book could be hear, quickly followed by another slap. The woman just closed her eyes and shook her head. "Stop hitting me with that book!" Lily screamed. "Well, you hit me first!" Her sister shouted back. Andi, Peenk's nanny, ran before Magenta, her long brown pony tail bouncing. "Andi, Devra! Put those two to bed," Magenta told the nannies firmly. "And make sure the sentries are in place." Andi reappeared with Peenk slung over her shoulder, waving at the camera. "Hello Master Corrin. Tell Naro I said hi, and that I can't wait for him to get home tonight." "You got it, Andi," Boz waited for the door to shut before he smiled at Magenta. "I'm going to call the Council and inform them of my decision. If they concur, we want you and Andi to be there. Naro said he's going to ask her to marry him when he's Knighted." "Well, it's a good thing then," Magenta replied. "Andi's pregnant." Boz chuckled. "Our timing would seem to be perfect then. Now what are our oldest? Has the school lifted Ulrich's suspension?" "Yes, he goes back to school in two days, along with our other monsters." "What's wrong, Maggy?" The Jedi asked, realising that something was troubling his wife. "Oh, just one of those things that scar a parent and child for life," She replied with a pained expression. "Oh, hell, did you walk in on Ulrich masterbating, too?" Boz asked with a laugh. "No!" Magenta blurted out quickly. "It's worse than that. I walked in on Emerald making out with Rand and Rama's girl, Reema!" "What?" The tall Jedi looked sick. "How far along were they?" "Oh, they still had their clothes on! Thankfully!" The woman gave her husband a weak smile. "But Reema had her hand up Em's shirt. And our daughter had her hand down little Miss Messet's pants!" The ebony haired giant shook his head and laughed. "You know, when we decided to start having children, I never dreamed in my worst nightmares that we would be talking about the sex lives of our nine year old son, and eight year old daughter." "Parenthood is an adventure, Boz my gentle giant." "Well, I hope Peenk and Lily are a little more normal in that regard," Boz said he shook his head slowly. "Don't hold your breath," Magenta said softly before sighing. "You know how we Montals are. It's our destiny it would seem, to be overly sexual."