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As the months drew on Master Shaak Ti became more and more worried about the Kaminoans. Setting the vode’s slicers to look for any clue while desperately calling on the Force to make clear the threat it was trying to warn her about.
When the slicers brought her the data file it seemed like nothing at first but on closer inspection and with her greater experience in the world Master Ti realised these were contingency plans for disposing of the vode should the republic cease to pay for their creation, more horrifying was the plans that considered that disposing of the product that had yet to be collected by customer and how to maximise profit from the now defunct product line involving the Separatists.
Only her years of mastery prevent the Huntress from tearing the Kaminoans limb from limb. She had lost three padawans, all due to events no one could prevent, but she would not lose the vode. She would knowingly set aside the Huntress and coldly fight to the last beat of her heart before she would surrender a single one of these bright little lights.
Setting the vode to watch, Master Ti sent out a desperate request for help to all those who might be able to assist before setting down with the oldest vode to form contingency plans of their own to prevent the vode’s demise.
Master Che was too far away but contacted her friends the Hitchhikers to pass the request to their version of Judicial/Military /Jedi. The Pards. Since they tended to keep an eye on the republic there was probably someone in range who could help.
Mand'alor Kenobi made the call for any Mandlorian in the area to assist while he organised the ships to evacuate the vode.
Of the Mandlorians that answered the call Rako Hardeen was amongst the first to arrive. Master Shaak Ti and Rako Hardeens first meeting could almost be defined as love at first sight as the two experienced and battle hardened warriors reacted like two bashful teenagers. Despite the shy glances and cautious smiles both were too disciplined to act on their burgeoning feelings and set about organising the defence from the Separatists Battle Droids that were due to arrive in a weeks’ time due to the agreement the Kamianoan had made with them regarding their now defunct product line.
One week later and the Master Ti, the Vode and their allies hoped their preparations were enough as the Battles Droids began their attack in what appeared to be unending waves.
Forty-six hours later the Battle droids had start to overwhelm one entrance to the Sanctuary the defenders of the unborn vode had made when the Pard Forward Scout Ship Hunter of Shadows closed the gap by ramming the front of the ship though the first five levels of Tipico City. Designed to be able to hold its own with Dreadnoughts the Droids blasters were unable to get through the hull plating and those B2 that were on the other side were quickly taken out of the equation by the defenders.
The Pards efficient military skills came in to play as they began offloading supply for the defence of Sanctuary. The Mandlorians initial sneering at the slug throwing weapons of the Pard, was soon silenced by seeing the Pard use their “primitive weapons” to take down everything that came their way and in one case a B2 droid was smashed to pieces by an irritated Pard soldier using his slug weapon as a mace before shooting a Commando Droid with a HiEx round.
Equally impressive was their force user who set up a Force shield that formed a sphere to protect the Sanctuary before joining the battle with their Trine mates, to bounce balls of white Force Lightning at the Droideka blowing them up while taking out the commando droids with staff and thrower. The Mandos found the Pard’s habit of betting on anything from who was going to die today to the most embarrassing injury slightly disconcerting. The Vode used to the Jedi just rolled with it.
It took another three days of hard fighting before the Droids had been driven from Tipoca City, The Victory party or according to the Pard the We‘re Not Dead Yet party lasted a further twenty-three hours and when the victory party had started to wind down, people were sleeping anywhere they could and while the Pard’s Force user and trine mates had started snickering when the lights started flicking and the small earth tremors occurred no one thought anything of it, putting it down to battle damage and the amount of a booze that had been consumed.
Seven months later when the last of the Vode had been decanted and tested positive for Force Sensitively as had all of their previous brothers that had still been in vats at the time of the battle along with a large number of the much younger vode questions of how/why were final answered by the Force users of the Pard .
" When a Force user truly loves someone when they make love then it makes more force users , the unborn are the most effected followed by proximity and age. The older the child the less it effects them. Adults tend to be affected by the emotion not the Force, causing them to love the one their with, and as this is part of the Living Force this tends to result in heightened fruitfulness in the participants."
Mand'alor Kenobi said “Well that explains the minor baby boom amongst those who went to help, now all we need to do is work out who”….. Obi-wan trailed off.
As all eyes turned to a very pregnant Master Shaak Ti serenely holding hands with a blushing Rako Hardeen behind her.
“I truly believe that my Husband and I were guided by the Force to gift them with this, as none now can dispute that these are all my sons. We will liaise with the Pard’s Forged to ensure this will not happen again unless the Force or sentiments desire it so” and with that Master Shaak Ti sailed out of the conference room followed by her adoring husband.