Tw: Birth (not described), violence, death.

Sinker was gone.

Wolffe couldn't wrap his head around it. Even after they stole the transport ship and flew away, he couldn't process Sinker's death. Even as they saw the small Kaminoan city blow up, he couldn't come to terms with his loss.

"He's... dead," Warthog croaked. He blinked away tears and looked up at Wolffe. 

Boost swallowed thickly and swivelled in his chair to face the group. He had been piloting, being the only one qualified whose hands weren't shaking. "Wolffe. We, uh- We just got a message."

Wolffe rubbed at his face tiredly. "What?"

"Karina's in labor."

Wolffe froze, slowly lifting his head. "What?"

Boost flipped a switch on the dashboard. "So should I take us back?"

"Absolutely." Wolffe shot up to his feet and started pacing back and forth. "Maker, I'm going to be a father!"

Crease stared at the window at the burning wreckage where Sinker's body remained. At least the Kaminoans had died. It was partially worth it. Sinker would've been happy to know he went down with three Kaminoans. He would've been prouder if he had killed them, though.

"Sinker would want you to name your daughter after him," Comet quietly joked, snorting.

Wolffe smiled weakly. "I'm not naming my daughter Sinker."

"Sinkerella?" Flare suggested with a laugh. 

Sunshine giggled. "Sinkerella sounds good to me. He'd love it."

"No," Wolffe firmly said. "We already have a name, too."

Venom raised their eyebrows. "Oh? Do tell."

"No," Wolffe refused. "You'll hear it when Karina says it. She's currently giving birth. I'm not going to spoil the surprise when she's about to possibly spend days in labor."

"Fair," Boost decided. "But you should totally consider Sinkerella."

"Absolutely not. I would rather shove a-"

Comet cut him off by saying, "Let's keep this family friendly, please."

Wolffe resumed his pacing, crossing his arms. "How soon until we get there?"

"Two hours," Boost answered.

Thirteen hours later, Wolffe had his daughter in his arms.

He had just met her, but he adored her already. He would take on the Empire for her. Which was a promise he made to her as he whispered to her that he loved her.

"Her name is Parja," Karina softly said, smiling past the bags under her eyes and dried tears on her face.

"It means Victory," Wolffe explained to the younger clones who might've not been as fluent in Mando'a as the rest of them.

"A strong name," Comet fondly said as he stared down at his neice.

Wolffe gently returned her to Karina, wrapping his arms around her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Her middle name is Shosenla."

Warthog's mouth patted slightly and he glanced at the young clones again. "It means... It means Sunk. Or Sink."

Months had gone by, and Wolffe was a happy father. Each day that had gone by, his soul healed a little more from his loss. The others found their roles, and Karina became a confident leader. 

Friendly and Crease each learned Morse code, so they could still communicate. Sometimes, they would subconsciously tap out a message for the other. Without even knowing it, they would spill their deepest fears.

Sunshine's bright smile and sunny disposition returned, and he was quickly a palace favourite. 

Venom joined a gang, to no one's surprise, but for some reason all they did was plant trees and help others come out to their families. It was wholesome and sweet, but no told Venom that. No one wanted their face ripped off.

And Parja hadn't spoken yet and was far from it, but Wolffe was confident he was her favourite. Her little eyes seemed to brighten when he was around, and her fingers gripped one of his as if she didn't want to let go.

Everyone was happy. 

They had found their happily ever after.

That was what Karina reflected on one evening as she was finishing her paperwork. Parja was sleeping peacefully in the crib in the corner, dozing while her father was out training.

Karina gazed out the window at Wolffe, who was training her military. Friendly was sparring with Tricks, while Crease watched carefully, studying the movements.

Friendly dodged a punch from Tricks before returning one of his one. He sidestepped and managed to land a hit on his opponents side.

Crease tilted his head, distractedly tapping his fingers on the bench he was sitting on.

Friendly hesitated, and in that moment, Tricks punching his face, expecting him to dodge. Friendly fell backwards, immediately going out cold.

What he had heard was horrifying.

Karina bounced Parja, soothing her daughter back into sleep. She gently eased Parja back into the crib, folding the blankets back over her.

She stepped back with a content sigh, smiling at Parja.

There was a knock on her door.

Karina answered it, smiling fading when a blaster was pressed to her forehead. "What are you doing?"

Crease's lips twisted as he sneered. "I'm getting you to sign that contract, like you should have months ago."

"Well I won't." Karina placed her body in front of the crib. 

Crease shrugged. "As long as the Empire has the heir to Twilam in their possession, we control it anyway."

"No!" Karina pleaded. She spread her arms in front of the crib and desperately looked out the window, hoping Wolffe would glance in and see what was happening. But it seemed he was distracted, crouching over a body. "I won't let you."

Crease sighed. "So be it."

Then he pulled the trigger.