Mommy's coming.

Lilaena De'Ville was not piloting her ship, the Sith Infiltrator Revenge on this trip to Coruscant. She had a legally bought yacht that boasted modest speed and all the comforts of home. There were two cabins, and one was already decorated in blues with some books and toys that might interest a small boy.

She'd given up her son for almost five years now. Her heart couldn't bear the strain of being away from him. Darven, dear Darven, had taken Jax at her request, taken him to Arcan IV and the Jedi. She'd felt that her newborn son would be safer there. And after all that had happened to Jax in the few months he'd lived on Vjun among the Hand, she had been right. Vjun was no place for a child.

But on Onderon...

No matter where she was, Jax was her son, and he belonged with her! Pierce (the name was a curse in her thoughts) was probably brainwashing him against his mother. She hoped that her ex-husband was not. Hoped that Pierce still felt...

Still felt what? Vice Director of Imperial Intelligence Pierce Alexander Tondry had shown his true colors three years ago on Chandrila. He had possibly never felt anything for her. She'd been used, cruelly, and would not make the mistake of letting her emotions get in the way of reason. Not again.

The Damselfly settled onto a docking platform, and Lilaena unbuckled herself. She was wearing a non-descript outfit, and her hair was a bit longer than usual, and tied up in a scarf. Once the yacht was secured, she quickly hailed a cab. Once at the rendevous point with Xilarian and Shadana and their apprentices she could relax a little.

Hold on baby... She bent her thoughts towards Jax, little Jax, who was barely five years old.

Mommy's coming.