Ok, either I'm far less skilled than I thought, or I don't give the Jedi enough credit. Here I am, on Atollon, with Kanan before me, his saber active and his Form III stance hard. The difference between us is phenomenal, though in varying ways. One hand, I'm much faster than he is, and I have a great mastery over Form V, rivalling Kanan's mastery over Form III, perhaps even surpassing it. Kanan, however, has much more experience with the lightsaber than I do. He started training well over 20 years ago, before I was born. Though he did go a long while without using his skills and abilities, it is clear that his training stuck with him.

Unfortunately, whatever skill I have in lightsaber combat was not enough to break through his defense. He has years of experience over me, and I'll probably run out of stamina before he runs out patience. So, I had to rethink my strategy. Holding my green-black lightsaber tightly in my left hand, I unclasped my Darksaber, yes I call it a Darksaber, and activated the dark blade.

Focussing my Jar-Kai stance, with both blades in a reverse grip, I charged him once more. When he blocked the attack from one of my blades, I flipped over him and swiped at his legs, damaging them. Thankfully, our blades were set to non-lethal settings. Un-thankfully, he didn't seem to register the damage. All I got from him was a grunt and a hard jab to the chest with his hilt; hard enough to send me to the ground. Before any coherent thought returned to my dizzied mind, I had the elder Jedi's saber pointed at my throat.

"My win." Kanan said with the smallest of smirks as he held out a hand for me to take. Smirking back, I accepted the help and got up, bringing my dropped sabers to my hand with the Force.

"That makes us tied in win-loss ratio." I said, dusting off my armour.

"More or less." He agreed, clipping his lightsaber to his belt. After that, we went our separate ways towards our respective ships. Thankfully, the people here trusted me enough to leave me, and the Huntress, alone whilst not on duty.

It's been about three months since I joined the Rebellion, and it's actually been great. Much better than I thought it would be. Nobody really has anything to say about me being a Darksider, they're just glad to have another Force-wielder on their side. Although they do keep calling me a Jedi. Most people here don't understand the difference between Jedi and Sith. Besides that little tidbit of annoyance, I am enjoying being a part of the Rebellion. Sticking it to the Empire is much more fun with them, especially the Ghost Crew.

Ezra and I often spar, as I do with Kanan, though significantly less often. Hera is uncannily motherly, something I found quite annoying. It took quite the tongue lashing from me to get her to stop, though that didn't really sour relationship. We bonded quite well over our shared love of ships, and I eventually conceded to her request of letting her fly the Huntress again, though only when the begging got too much. Zeb I was fairly neutral with. We spoke from time to time, but we were hardly best of friends, though we were far from mortal enemies too. Chopper was one annoying little shit. I might seriously fry him if he gets on my nerves too much. Nuff said.

Sabine I spent the most time with of the Ghost crew. We were both Mandos, so we had a lot we could talk about, not to mention the shared thrill blowing shit up we had. Most of our conversations were done in Mando'a, Sabine really missed speaking in her mother tongue, and I spared with her more than I did with Ezra and Kanan put together. She was surprisingly enthusiastic about interacting with me, which was strange given her character. However, given the fact that the only other Mandalorian she can speak with is Fenn Rau, a prisoner of the Rebellion. The leader of the Protectors.

As I walked along the edge of the base, watching the spiders on the other side of the fence of sensor markers that had been set up to keep them out, I suddenly felt a presence. I stopped dead in my tracks as the feeling hit me. This presence was familiar; I'd felt it before. It couldn't be…

"Flesh of my flesh…" A familiar voice spoke in my ear. I hadn't heard that voice in months.

"Satele…" I whispered, looking into the distance. Yep, there she was. A good distance away, I could see the Force Ghost of my ancestor standing, hands behind her back, looking at me expectantly.

"Who's Satele?" Another voice suddenly asked. I jumped at the voice, but calmed down when I saw it was just Sabine.

"Sabine…" I let out a sigh of relief. "You startled me." I said with a light scowl, looking back at Satele. She was gone.

"Sorry." The amused smile that the younger Mando put on was one that suggested she really wasn't that sorry. "Anyway, as I asked, who is Satele?" She asked. "Sounds familiar."

"Satele Shan." I reminded her, looking at the spot where Satele had been. "My ancestor. She was once Grand Master of the Jedi Order." I explained, looking back to Sabine. "When people die, they become part of the Force, and if they're powerful enough, they can manifest into the physical world as Ghosts." That seemed to surprise her. I wonder if Kanan never mentioned this? "Back on Alderaan, I came upon her final resting place, where I spoke with her, and received these." I gestured to the two lightsabers on my belt, the ones Satele had given me. "I just saw her again now, in the distance." I pointed in the direction Satele had been.

"You're kidding me, right?" She asked hesitantly.

"With everything you've seen Kanan and Ezra do, is this really the most far-fetched thing you've ever heard?" I asked in amusement. I'm not too surprised that she's hesitant to believe.

"Well, no, I suppose not." She conceded, giving me a look. "But seriously though, Ghosts?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, 'Ghost' is a bit of a stretch. More like metaphysical manifestations of an individual, through the Force, before death took hold." I said, trying to find a good way to explain the situation.

"That's basically the definition of a Ghost." Sabine deadpanned, crossing her arms.

"Fair enough." I conceded, walking passed the fence of sensor markers.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" She called out to me.

"Investigating." I responded simply.

"But, those spiders!" She called out to me as I got further away. One of the spiders crawled over to me, letting out a loud hiss. Lazily, I gave a wave of my hand, and the creature calmed, trodding away like nothing had happened.

"I think I'm good Sabine." I smiled at the younger girl's shocked look. I remember her mentioning how hostile the spiders were. "I'll return shortly." I said with a two fingered salute, continuing on.

This planet really was a dump, if I'm being honest. I mean, sure, it's a good place to build a base, and it's very quiet, two points in it's favour, but its hot, dry, and the only wildlife here are those huge spiders and those tiny little guys in the shells. I also occasionally noticed a familiar owl-like creature, a convor, flying overhead. Along with it was another strange bird, a reminiscent of a raven, but it had a few red feathers lining the edges of its wings, and it's eyes seemed to glow red when the sunlight flashed over them. Shrugging, I continued onward, following the call of my ancestor.

I had to wonder why she wanted to see me again. She already gave me the lightsabers, and I can't exactly rebuild the Shan family with the war going on. Perhaps she just wants to check up on me? Doubtful. I don't think a Force Ghost would pop up just to say 'Hi! How ya doin?' Maybe she needs me to do something for her. I hope she doesn't intend to make me her little errand boy. No thank you.

Anywho, I came upon a small clearing. I was fairly certain that was where Satele's presence was coming from. It had a bit of a dip to it, but it was rather wide. Wide enough for-

*Rumble*

No… it couldn't be.

A collection of rocks and this planet's flora suddenly rumbled, as something beneath them rose up. As the mass elevated, I saw two big legs underneath it, two arms at either side, and finally a face. It had a flat nose, a long red beard, and bright silver eyes. The creature used its arms to support its heavy upper body, not unlike an ape. Its eyes bore into mine, as if he was looking into my soul.

"Ah, you heard my call. Good." The creature spoke in a loud, deep voice. I figured it was male. I mean, I know who this guy is after all.

"Call?" I asked in confusion, my bewilderment calming. Hey, I may have known this guy was gonna show up, but that doesn't make him any less breathtaking to behold.

"Yes. Your imbalance woke me from my slumber." The hulking figure told me as I sat down on my knees before him.

"I apologize." I told him. I wouldn't be happy if someone woke me from a nap. "What do you mean by imbalance?" I asked.

"Your presence is like a raging storm in this quiet world." He told me. "Clapping with thunder and lightning."

"Is that to imply that you're a Force-wielder?" I asked thoughtfully, despite knowing the answer. "You're not like any Jedi or Sith I've ever met." I noted.

"Wielder?" He repeated, seemingly amused. "The Jedi and Sith wield the Ashla and Bogan." He said. "The Light and the Dark. I am the One in the Middle; the Bendu." He introduced himself.

"You're like me." I surmised. "Or perhaps, I am like you." I thought out loud.

"Perhaps." Bendu let out a laugh. "What do you call yourself?" He asked.

"I am Michael Shan." I introduced myself. It's only polite.

"You carry much emotion, Michael Shan." He informed me. "I feel anger, grief, and hatred flowing off of you in waves. But also, empathy, mercy, and love." He studied me carefully. "There is much conflict within you." He said.

"Such is the struggle of one such I, attempting to find balance within both the Light and the Dark." I said with a tired sigh.

"Indeed." Bendu agreed with a knowing chuckle. "And yet, you lean towards the Dark?" he asked.

"As I said, it is a struggle. The Light Side teachings are difficult for me." I answered.

"You have a teacher, no?" He asked. Somehow, I think he knows the answer.

"The closest thing I have to a teacher is this." I told him, pulling out the purple Holocron. He hummed in interest, bringing the device to his palm. Within seconds, it was open. "Well, that's a blow to my ego." I said dryly.

"How so?" Bendu asked in amusement.

"It took me hours to open that thing." I grumbled, much to the alien's amusement.

"This is indeed an extraordinary device, more so than many of its kind, perhaps all." Bendu said as he examined the Holocron. "The knowledge within it can bring great good, or, perhaps, great chaos." He said wisely, allowing it to levitate back to me. "Use it well." He advised.

"Always." I agreed. "Now, a question, if you please?" He gave a single nod. "When you called to me, did you do so by mimicking my ancestor's presence?" I asked. He smiled and laughed.

"Yes, indeed." He told me. "Satele Shan, former Jedi Grand Master spoke to me a short while ago." He revealed. "She believes I could be of assistance to you in your task." He explained.

"And what task would that be?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "I have many."

"Which do you want it to be?" he asked, amused again. What is it this guy finds so amusing?

"I cannot rebuild that Shan Family until the war is over, and I don't imagine you taking a side in said war." He gave a single hum of affirmation. "There's freeing Mandalore from the Empire's clutches, but that would still require you to take a side, as is the case with freeing Lothal." I narrowed my eyes in thought. "The only thing I imagine you'd be willing to help me with is my struggle for balance between the Light and Dark." I said.

"I could help you there, yes." He confirmed with a nod. "But the question is, can you handle what I have to teach?" He asked, smiling in amusement, again.

"We can find out." I told him, narrowing my eyes. "But what I want to know, is why you would teach me at all?" I gave him a pointed look.

"Hm, why indeed." he chuckled. What is so funny?! "I believe that all Force-sensitives need to learn how to overcome their fears and internal conflicts." He said, looking to the sky. "The universe is vast, but the Force, even more so." he looked back at me. "Even in all my years, I have only explored but a fraction of it's true nature." he said sagely. "I can teach you balance, I can teach you to be The One in the Middle." He narrowed his eyes. "But, can you learn?" He asked. I was silent for a moment before I answered.

"When it comes to the war, no." I shook my head. "I fight for the Rebellion, and I have every intention of bringing the Empire down." he narrowed his eyes. "However, when it comes to the Force, the Force within me, I believe I can do it." I looked him in the eye. For several moments, neither of us said anything. However, after a short while, Bendu grinned widely and let out a loud laugh.

"Truly, your determination and willpower are unlike any I've seen in many years." he told me, his eyes twinkling. "I can not take you down the path of Balance that you seek, that is one you must walk alone." He told me, smirking. "However, some guidance every now and again, is never a bad thing." He said.

After a long conversation with Bendu about Balance, the Force, the Ashla and Bogan, and any other number of topics pertaining to the Force, he even spoke of his conversation with Ahsoka before she died, I went back to Chopper Base. I was greeted by the entire Ghost Crew crowding me and going on and on about how stupid a move it was to go out there alone with no protection. The dirty joke I responded with there was not met with amusement, I can tell you that. What followed was a long lecture from 'Momma-Hera' as Sabine and Ezra secretly call this side of Hera. I just sat and tuned her out, nodding and agreeing whenever I noticed a pause.

Afterwards, I went about my business. Commander Sato had me teaching a few of the newer recruits how to fight with a sword. Why would he trust me with such a task? Despite being relatively new to the Rebellion? Well, I could thank Ahsoka for that. Apparently she spoke very highly of me. She made it clear that if I were to join the Rebellion, I should be given the Rank of Major. That was a surprise, let me tell you. Major Shan. Yeah, I like that.

Anyhow, after a long day of learning and teaching, I was finally able to retire to my quarters on my ship. AsI slept, I saw strange images of people, some familiar, some not. I heard them speaking, some yelling, some whispering, some screaming. Something about it just felt so… real.

~~Dream~~

A woman with bright blue eyes, and long black hair tied into a high ponytail, stood in a Makashi stance, her lightsaber at the ready. The hilt was black, and had two more emitters on either side of the main blade emitter; a crossguard. The blade was a deep amethyst colour, as were the 'guard-blades,' as it were. She wore a simple full body black suit with amethyst accents, and small armour paddings on her shoulders and arms. Across from her, stood a tall man in black armour. A black cape draped over this man's shoulders, his face covered with a mask, and a helmet covering his head. He wielded a crimson red lightsaber, his stance that of Djem So. His breathing was extremely heavy, and especially pronounced through the mask.

These two were Relia Shan and Darth Vader. Where or when they were, was not clear.

As they charged one another, the imagery shifted and morphed.

Now it showed a man, broken and battered, wearing dented and abused Mandalorian armour, grey in colour, with several white accents. He was tall, at least 1.8 metres. His skin fair, his hair blonde, and his eyes brown. He was on his knees. Before him, was a tall, thin Chiss man, who wore an Imperial uniform. He had a dark look in his red eyes, and a blaster in his hand, aimed at the downed Mandalorian's head. Said Mandalorian gave a strong, defiant glare.

These two were Leon Varad and Admiral Thrawn.

Admiral Thrawn pulled the trigger, and the images shifted.

In the middle of a field, stood two women, facing each other, their hands intertwined, barely any space between them. One was Relia Shan, the other was a Mandalorian, shorter than Relia. She wore a set of blue and white armour, similar in many ways to Leon Varad's. Her hair was short, a brown-ish shade of red in colour. Her eyes, bright green, bore into Relia's as they stared at each other. The Mandalorian whispered something, her expression sincere, as she pressed her lips to Relia's.

As Relia responded to the kiss, the images changed once more.

Darth Vader was doing battle with a formidable opponent. A young Togruta woman with a light orange complexion and white tattoos across her face fought against him. Her Lekku were white, with blue stripes decorating them. She wore a sleeveless, brown tunic and black leggings, both with some armour paddings, as well as her boots. Her arms were covered by armoured, fingerless gloves that went up to her shoulders. She wielded two lightsabers, one shorter than the other, a shoto, both of which held bright silver blades.

Ahsoka Tano.

As she lunged towards her former Master, the images shifted once more. Everything became an erratic blend of colours, shapes, and sounds. Nothing could be made out of any of it, there were too many shapes, too many colours, and the sounds all melted together, making an awful white noise. However, as the mix of various stimuli to the senses blended closer and closer, some sound was understandable.

"The friend I knew is gone…"

"This the end for you, Varad."

"I love you, Relia…"

"I won't leave you, not this time."

~~Dream End~~

I shot up with a gasp, my breath thick as my blanket flew off of me. Several objects in my room, which were floating for some reason, dropped to ground. My lightsabers, holocrons, and armour were all among said objects. I let out a heavy sigh, falling back into my bed. Some dream that was. Vader, Thrawn, my parents, Ahsoka. All people I haven't seen in some time. Then there's that woman that my mother was with. Boy, that was an uncanny mix of awkward and confusing.

I knew Mom fancied the ladies just as often, if not more so, than she did the men around her. She was never a totally Jedi-like Jedi. Sure, she followed the code, she fought in the Clone Wars, she led a battalion of Clones, etc. However, she was a real champion of love. Like me, she had no desire to live unfeeling and unattached. We both felt that to block off one's emotions and attachments was unnatural, and not something either of us wanted to embrace. Of course, she expertly hid this from the Jedi.

I was four when Order 66 came into play. At the point, Mom grabbed me from our home on Coruscant and stealthily made our way to Mandalore, where we lived with Clan Varad. Well, I did. Mom lived elsewhere; she and my father weren't together. At least, not when I was growing up. If Mom was ever with someone, I never knew. I alternated between her home and Dad's every two weeks. When I was with her, she taught me the Way of the Force. When I was 13, she took me to Tatooine to find a Krayt Dragon Pearl for my lightsaber. A year later, she disappeared without a word. Now, seven years later, I still haven't heard from her.

As for the woman she was with in that dream, I have no idea who she is. She did look familiar, though I'm not sure where I've seen her. If she's some kind of famous Mandalorian, I didn't see her when on Mandalore. Her armour was similar to mine, that of Clan Kryze. The armour I wear was passed down to me by my grandmother on my father's side, who was a member of Clan Kryze. Also, the woman's hair and eyes were quite similar to mine when I don't use my Metamorgan ability. Could I be related to her?

Thrawn killing my father was not something I enjoyed seeing, let me tell you that. I know that tall, dark, and blue is going to show up soon enough. When he does, I'm going to give him hell, plain and simple. Dad may not have been the fishing trip, teach you to drive, or hockey game kinda father, but he was a good Dad. I would know, I've had plenty. I have no intention of letting Thrawn traipse about in the galaxy for much longer.

As for the last thing I saw, I'm fairly certain we all know what that was. Ahsoka's last battle with Vader. I remember watching the season two finale. It drove me crazy not knowing what happened. I felt Ahsoka die in the Force, but it was strange. It felt as if her presence was pulled away from existence. Then, as soon as it came, the feeling just went away. I don't what that means, but I intend to find out. Eventually.

"Dammit, now I'm wide awake." I scowled as I sat up once more. Getting off of my bed, I went over to my wardrobe and pulling out some clothes. Just a simple grey Mandalorian tunic and black trousers. With a sigh, I grabbed my pencils and pad, leaving my quarters.

When I can't sleep, I usually train, meditate, or learn from my Holocron. Since I am not in the mood for any of those things, I decided to go with a different passtime; sitting in my captain's chair with a pot of caf next to me and drawing. It is difficult to come across things like pencil and paper in this universe, but it's far from impossible. You just need to know where to go, and who to speak to. Currently, I was in the middle of a drawing of Revan, with her old Sith armour and lightsaber, though I left out the mask and hood. Why that came to mind, I don't know. It just did. Also, for some reason, I felt compelled to take my Mom's lightsaber too.

With a sigh, I set the finished drawing down on the inactive starmap, leaning back in my chair with my feet pulled up, leaning right next to the drawing. T7 rolled into the room, carrying a refilled cup of caf, as well as a piping hot pot of the stuff. Smiling at him, I happily accepted the cup as he set the pot down on the floor next to me. Confirming that there was nothing else I needed, he rolled out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts. For the longest time, I just stared at the stars, sipping the caf.

"Rough night?" A voice suddenly asked, startling me. I turned and saw Sabine, who was leaning on the doorway with a tired smile on her face.

"Quite." I told her, sitting up straight. "I often sit here if I can't sleep." I said as I used the Force to twist the pilot's seat around for her. Smiling, she sat down with a soft sigh. "Night shift?" I asked. She hummed an affirmative in response.

"Just finished. Saw you in the chair on my to the Ghost." She told me, happily taking the cup of caf T7 had prepared for her. Even it's just fetching a drink or snack, T7 loves being useful. It made him an incredibly likable droid. "T7 let me in." She added.

"I gathered." I responded dully, letting out a yawn.

"So what's keeping you up?" She asked, striking conversation.

"I had a vision." I said with a shrug.

"A vision?" she asked in surprise. I nodded. "A vision of the future?"

"Past." I corrected her. "It brought a few things to mind is all." I sighed.

"Such as?" Sabine asked in interest. I gave her a look, wondering if I should tell her. I know it would be good to talk about this. We're both Mandalorians and we get on quite well. I don't see any reason not to tell her. She might be able to provide some insight after all.

"My mother." I said after a moment of silence.

"Your mother?" She repeated.

"I saw her fighting Vader." Boy, that surprised the younger Mando. "However, I believe that was years ago, and plays no huge role in the grand scheme of things." Unsurprisingly, this did little to assuage her surprise. "The part I'm thinking of is, well, I saw her… kissing someone." I said awkwardly. Yeah, speaking of your parent's love/sex lives is never a smooth conversation.

"Kissing someone?" Sabine repeated again, now a little more interested. Makes sense; Relia Shan, Jedi Master, kissing someone isn't exactly normal.

"A Mandalorian woman, probably of Clan Kryze." I frowned in thought, shifting my hair and eyes to their natural colours. "She had similar hair and eyes to me." I added. Sabine has seen my natural colours.

"What does that mean?" Sabine asked in confusion.

"I… don't know." I admitted. My mom was smooching with a woman who looked like me. Could she be a relative of Dad's? Or maybe… nah, couldn't be. They would have told me. I think. I hope. Why wouldn't they?

"Oh? What's this?" Sabine's voice suddenly brought me out of my thoughts. She was holding my mother's lightsaber and my sketchpad.

"Careful with that." I snapped, bringing the lightsaber to my hands.

"I may not be a Jedi, but I can hold a lightsaber Mike." She said dully, giving me a look. I didn't say anything, but my grip on Mom's saber tightened slightly. "I have to say, I never pegged you for an artist." She said, holding up the drawing with a small smile.

"Not like you." I informed, returning the smile. "I can't use those airbrushes like you do. I prefer pencils." I said, taking the drawing from her as she handed it over.

"Must've been hard to come by." She said, sinking into the seat.

"Like you wouldn't believe." I sighed. "And expensive too." I said with a light scowl. The Jawa that had sold me the pencils was quite a greedy little dwarf, to say nothing about the paper's cost. After that day, I came to a conclusion; I hate Jawas. Along with anything on Tatooine really. The Tusken Raiders, the Jawas, the deserts, all of it. I can definitely see why Anakin hated it.

"So, who is that?" Sabine asked, pointing at the drawing.

"The late, great Darth Revan." I told her, earning a surprised look. "She was a Jedi Knight who turned to the Dark Side, but was redeemed." I explained further. "She is also my ancestor." That seemed to shock the younger Mando.

"You're related to her?" She asked in shock. I nodded.

"Revan fell in love with and married a woman named Bastila Shan." I looked at the drawing. "Through the Force, they were able to able to conceive a child, who they named Vaner Shan."

"I didn't know the Force could do that." Sabine said with wonder.

"You'll find there are many things one can do with the Force that you think would be impossible." I said with an amused smile.

"And the lightsaber?"

"It was my mother's."

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry about it." I let out a sigh, looking at the saber. For whatever reason, I felt the desire to activate it, which I did. The purple blade emerged with a high pitched his, electricity crackling around the base of the blade. The two guards came seconds after. Much like Kylo Ren's saber, the blades were unstable, due to a crack in the Hurrikaine Crystal Mom had used for it.

"Beautiful…" Sabine whispered. I smiled at her. She is the type of person to appreciate colour.

"Yeah. This weapon is a perfect extension of my mother." I stared at the blade. "Powerful, unpredictable, beautiful, and dangerous." I gave a smile as I deactivated the weapon.

"She sounds like a Mandalorian." Sabine quipped, making me chuckle.

"She wasn't, but she would've been great at it." I remembered the hunting trips she used to take me on.

"Do you want to talk about her?" Sabine suddenly asked. I shook my head.

"No, thank you. There's not much to talk about." I shrugged. "She was a jedi who survived Order 66 and hid on Mandalore. Then she disappeared." I sighed.

"Alright, I understand." She returned, a knowing tone in her voice. Given what she's been through with her family, I suppose she understands the desire to not speak of those you haven't seen in some time, for whatever reason. "Anyway, I am going to turn in for the night. Or what remains of it." She said, standing up. "Thanks for the talk, and the caf." She said.

"No, thank you." I smiled. She returned the smile and walked off. I will deny anyone who says I glanced at her rear.

OK, I know it's been three months since I updated this story, and I'm sorry. It's just that I'm a little blocked right now with pretty much all of my stories. I can't seem to keep focus one story for too long. This chapter is really just a filler. That said, I've recently considered restarting this story. There's a lot that I like about it, but also a lot that I want to change. I feel like I can do much better. There are also a few holes that I feel I clog up with rewrite. Maybe make a better backstory for Mike.

What do you think of the interaction with Bendu? I thought it would be cool for them to meet before Kanan does. Given his status as 'The One in the Middle' I thought he could be of great help to Michael in his struggle for balance. Who else would be a good teacher? He can't learn everything from Revan's Holocron.

Also, as you can see, we have the beginning chemistry with Sabine here. I'd planned for them to make things official around the time of Visions and Voices, but remember, I'm considering a re-write. If I do restart, I might start things a little earlier than I did here, like maybe in the middle of season 2. Tell me if you think I should restart or carry on.

And Happy Thanksgiving to all you Americans out there! I'm a Brit living in South Africa, so I don't celebrate it, but I hope ya'll enjoy it!