"Name?"

   "Hera Syndulla."

   "Age?"

   "Twenty-four."

   "Species?"

   "Twi'lek."

   "Additional information?"

   "Rebel pilot of the Ghost crew and Phoenix leader."

   "Purpose?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Why was she brought here?"

   "Sir, she isn't well. She's the only survivor of her team and says she saw something. Learned something new according to the people who brought her in."

   "Do you have any idea what she may have learned?"

   "Nothing that I'm aware of."

   Silence.

   "Sir? What do you think we should do?"

   "I'd like to talk with her. After that, you can escort Miss Syndulla back to her crew."

    "As you wish."

   Senator Organa sighed as he entered the room. In the center was the Twi'lek sitting in a chair and staring straight like he was invisible. She wore comfy, white clothes and head wear. Her eyes were dual and unfocused. Fingers and lekku twitched with anticipation.

   Organa wondered what could be going through Hera's head at the moment. What details and memories could be floating around through the pilot's head to make her act this way? What had disturbed her so much? What was on the unknown planet they found a week ago?

   He remembered picking specific people for the mission including Hera. There were about twenty in that one team and she was the only survivor. Yet, he wondered if she really did survive judging by what he's seeing. He wondered...if she was really here or still lost in her memories on that planet.

   "Hera. Can you please tell me what happened and what you may of learned?" he asked, arms crossed behind his back. At first, Hera didn't even hear him until jumping a little and looking up at the Senator.

   "A creature," she spoke, neutrally.

   "A...creature that kills men and women?" He asked.

   "No, it doesn't kill," she replied.

   "Then where are the other nineteen rebels that went with you?" He asked.

   Hera looked him in the eye.

   "Waiting," she said, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal.

   "Waiting for what?"

   "It doesn't kill or destroy. It creates and forms. It's pregnant," she answered neutrally, creepily smiling.

   Organa wasn't expecting an answer like that. He was beyond bewildered by it. Then he asked, "Hera, what happened to your men?"

   "I told you already," she said as though on drugs, "They're waiting."

   "Waiting for what?"

   "For the child to be born."

   "And?"

   "A child can not exist without anything to form with," Hera explained. This disturbed the Senator more. What could she mean? Forming? Child? What changed this pilot so much to make her speak in such a gibberish way?

   At least, he hoped that it was all gibberish. That everything she was saying was unreal and just something caught from the planet. Possibly a sickness? Some plant to make her delusional? Does she drink alcohol? He didn't know what to say.

   So he nodded.

   "Uh...thank you, Captain," Organa said before leaving the room and gestured to his assistant.

   "You can take her back to her crew but can you give them a message for me?" He asked.

   "Yes, sir," the assistant agreed.

   Once the message was said, the assistant and Hera began to walk to the ship ports. Organa's assistant had a hard time with the delirious Hera. They soon arrived at the entrance of the port where the Ghost was stored.

   Kanan and the rest of the crew walked down the ramp to greet them. The two finally made it to the Ghost and the assistant handed Hera over.

   "Uh...Hera? Are you ok?" Kanan asked, sensing something wrong with the Twi'lek.

   "Kanan Jarrus, may I have a word with you?" The assistant asked. The Jedi nodded and walked away from the others.

   "Keep an eye on her," he called before turning and talking with the assistant. Zeb, Ezra, and Sabine looked over at Hera who was just standing, staring, and blinking.

"Uh...you two can watch her while I go and take a nap," Zeb said then muttered before leaving, "She's creeping my out." He soon disappeared into the Ghost.

   "I'm busy too. Need to get another painting done and all," Sabine said then hurried into the Ghost, leaving Ezra. The padawan sighed in defeat when realizing that he had no choice but to watch the delusional Hera.

   "It's pregnant. The child will be born after the men are done melting," Hera giggled a little. Ezra gave her a concerned and confused look. He felt chills running up and down his spine.

   "She's really out of it," he thought.

   "Hera, are you okay?" He asked the Twi'lek.

   Hera just kept smiling and saying, "The child is coming soon." Ezra didn't know how to feel. Concerned. Confused. Weirded out. Creeped out.

   The list went on and on but one emotion really stood out the most was curiosity.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her.

"It's pregnant," she muttered.

Ezra was about to ask another question until Kanan walked back over.

"Come on. Let's get her to bed and have her sleep this off," Kanan told Ezra. The boy nodded and helped his master with the pilot. They practically dragged and carried her all the way to her room. Finally, Hera was tucked in her bed and sleeping soundly.

   The two Jedi left the sleeping pilot and went to their own rooms, wishing each other a goodnight.

*Next Morning*

Kanan's P.O.V

My comm whistled to life as I put my hair in a ponytail. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned while answering.

   "Yes?"

   "Uh...Kanan. I need some help."

   "What did you do this time, Ezra?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

   "NOTHING! It's...Hera. She's still acting really weird," he said.

   "And you couldn't come and tell me yourself?" I said, leaving my cabin. I followed his force signature to the common room.

   "Well...I'm sorta...stuck at the moment."

   I raised an eyebrow and stood in front of the common room's door. The door slid open.

   My eyes widen at the scene.

   Ezra was on the couch with Hera's arms wrapped around him like a little kid who won a stuffed animal at a fun fair. Her head rested on the top of his and nuzzled her cheek in his hair. Her eyes were closed and knees were drawn to her chest.

   Ezra clutched his comm in his hand and eyes trained on me. I raised an eyebrow and didn't know what to say.

   "Kanan," Ezra said snapping me out of my thoughts.

   He moved his eyes back and forth, silently telling me to look in that direction. I looked to the other side of the room to see a knife laying on the floor.

   "What happened?" I asked, finding my voice.

   "I surprisingly heard something over the sound of Zeb's snoring," he joked. I wasn't very flattered.

   He got the hint and kept explaining, "So I went to investigate and followed all the noises here. Next thing I saw was Hera holding that knife in her hand. She dropped it and ran over to me and we've been like this for two hours since."

   I felt a little amused and worried at the same time. Amused that the kid had to deal with this for two hours straight. Worried with what would of happened if Hera were to of used the knife.

   "On the other note, can you help me?" He asked, "Her grip is surprisingly almost stronger than Zeb's." I felt my mouth twitch a little before helping Ezra out.

   I used the force to knock her into a deep sleep. Ezra carefully unraveled her arms and laid her down on the couch.

   "Why didn't you get anyone else to help you?" I asked.

   "Chopper would laugh, zap me, and take a holo; Zeb would laugh and not let it down; and Sabine would of been 'inspired,'" he explained, "You were my last option."

I nodded before asking, "Do you know what she was doing with the knife?"

He shook his head no. I began to think of the possibilities of what she could of been doing but came to a conclusion with nothing.

"We need to keep a close eye on her," I said, thinking back to what the assistant told me.

*flashback*

"What's wrong with her?" I asked, concerned with the pilot.

"We don't know but came to a conclusion that it has to do something with what happened on the planet," the assistant said.

"And the rest of her team?" I asked.

"They're all missing. She was the only one that was found," he said.

"So you're telling me that you have no idea what was on that planet, what happened to the rest of the team and Hera, and why she's acting like this," I concluded.

The assistant nodded confirming my fears.

"I have a message from Senator Organa," the assistant said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"What is it?" I asked.

"He says to watch and ask her questions with what happened. Find some sort of hints to figure out what's going on so we can make sure it doesn't happen again," he said. As much as I wanted to know what happened, I was still a little skeptical about the situation.

Did I really want to know what happened? Yes. Do I really want to help Hera and the team? Yes. Yet, there was still a nagging feeling that something far greater was going on then they were letting on.

I had to figure it out through Hera.

"Thank you for telling me this," I said and turned to walk back to the ship.

*flashback ends*

   I glanced over at the sleeping Twi'lek.

   "Kanan. Are you okay?" Ezra asked, waving his hand in my face. I blinked a couple times, realizing I hadn't said anything in a while.

   "Oh yeah, sorry. Did you say something?" I asked.

   "What were you thinking about?" He asked, concerned that something was wrong. He must of sensed it through the Force.

   I sighed, "What do you think?"

   Ezra looked over at Hera then back to me.

   "We need to do something. We can't just leave her like this," he said. I agreed.

   "I can't believe I'm saying this but..." I paused before continuing, "We're going to have to interrogate her through you."

   Ezra seemed very confused.

   "Why me?" He asked.

   "For some reason, she likes you more than the rest of us," I said.

   "How do you know that?" He asked,

   "Maybe the fact that she cuddled with you like a teddy bear," I said. The teen's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and looked down saying, "Don't remind me."

   I looked down at him confused. I think he just lied to me. Maybe he actually liked being in Hera's arms but doesn't want to admit it. Hera is the mother figure in the Ghost and it could be that Ezra sees her like one.

   I smiled at the thought then laid a hand on his shoulder. My padawan looked up at me.

   "Come on, lets let her sleep for a while before you start to question her," I coaxed. Ezra agreed, liking the change of subject. We both left the common room to go train and had Chopper watch Hera in case she wakes up.

   We had to get to the bottom of whatever happened with Hera or she may never be her old self again. I couldn't bare the thought and neither did the rest of the crew. Mostly though, Ezra.

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