So, uh... It's been a long time. Sorry about that. My father's been dealing with cancer again, I've been busy with work, that plus writer's block and we're all having a bad time. Plus, getting all these other story ideas I need to just PUT ON FRICKING PAPER. I've got a RWBY rewrite, may be coming soon to the site. At least, the first episode. So look forward to that. Anyway, a long overdue part 2 to our favorite Tennyson twins life; in a Galaxy Far, far away... In the superior canon, of course. ;P

A wail echoed from deep within the Skirata complex, the wail of a newborn. Venku Skirata stood outside of the room,
his eyes wide as he watched his uncle Ben step out with a small bundle in his arms.
Venku stepped aside as Ben dipped the bundle into a bucket of warm water, grinning wildly.
Venku watched in awe as the newly christened father brushed a lock of bright red hair from the newborn's eyes. "Hey, Verdon'ika. I'm your buir!"
Ben let out a choked laugh, tears falling from his eyes onto the now wiggling form of his daughter. "Named her after your Grandmother, huh?"
Kal asked, stepping past Venku and gently ruffling the baby's hair. The seventeen year old father grinned, looking up at the Mandalorian.
"Yeah, thought it was fitting." He smiled softly, wrapping the now squirming child up in a towel.

Kal and Venku stepped back inside, Venku quickly following. A very disheveled Gwendolyn Tennyson lay in bed, her Jedi robes drenched in sweat,
a smile coming to her face as Ben handed her their child. Ben brushed a stray lock away, then kissed Gwen on the forehead.
"Kar'taylir darasuum, Cyare." Gwen leaned into her cousin's neck, letting out a tired sigh. "Serim, di'kut."
She murmured, a grin coming to her face. "Utrel'a, utreekov."
He responded, smiling as he stared down at the yawning girl below him. Her eyes slowly began to open,
prompting a wider grin from Ben and a gasp from Gwen. Max stepped back into the room, medical equipment in tow, and a smile on his face.
"By the Force are you two glowing." Max sighed, shaking his head with a smile. "You couldn't wait, could you Ben?" Ben blushed hotly,
glancing away from his grandfather. "Sorry, Grandpa. The Dinii couldn't wait for the sex part." Gwen giggled below him,
nuzzling into his neck and pulling Verdona close.

"The Or'dinii here was all for it, Grandpa." With a shake of the head, Max moved beside Kal. "What's that old saying, Skirata?"
Kal snickered, a knowing grin appearing. "What do we call shinies who have no sense, Venku?" Venku stood straight,
all seriousness. "Ori'buyce, kih'kovid, Kal'buir!" Venku's serious demeanor vanished,
he broke out giggling at the two cousins. "Jare'la, Kad'ika." Ben warned, his brow furrowed.
The young Mando hid his mouth behind his hands, his grin still wide. Ben reached for Verdona, but Gwen held the child tight.
He raised an eyebrow, and she patted the bed beside her. "Haryc, haav, nuhoy." Ben rolled his eyes,
sliding in beside his wife. Max and Kal quickly began cleaning up, Max stopped for one last checkup on Gwen and Verdona,
before excusing himself. Venku stuck around, watching with a feeling of jealousy. One which settled into Aay'han,
as an important phrase his father taught him came to mind.
'Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la.'

He took a deep breath, vague memories of his mother and father during the war filled his mind's eye.
As tears escaped, he let out a shuddering sigh.
Venku left the three Tennyson's behind, words flowing from his lips in tribute to his late mother.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. Etain Tur-Mukan."
Gwen yawned widely, grinning up at her cousin. "We did it, Ben'ika." Ben laughed, giving her a peck on the lips.
"You did most of the work, cyar'ika." She nodded slowly, giggling. "Nuhoyir, Gwen." She slowly nodded, her eyes sliding shut.
"Vor entye, Ben." As her breathing steadied, head tucked in the crook of his neck, Ben chuckled.
"Copikla." He muttered, giving her a peck on the forehead before joining her in sleep.