The Rebel Faction

Amalia laughed, a bit of a sparkle in her eye.

"Yes, I sometimes miss my days as a padawan too. Things were so much easier back then, too bad I didn't know it then, I thought everything was hard. Ah, but it's all worth it now, I suppose..."

"...Besides, look how far you've come, being a Knight has its own rewards, rewards that being a padawan does not have."

The shuttle settled into space, and almost on its way into hyberspace, on route to Coruscant.

Amalia sat back in her seat, more relaxed now.

'He's just fine. He's one of the best things to ever come into my life. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's so energetic, and so full of life and spirit. He even brings out Malice's true form."

Amalia smiled softly, though a slightly sadness was found in the feature of her smile.

"As good as any Sith would treat another being, I suppose. I don't really like Lono hanging around Malice, but he is Lono's father, and he deserves to see his son."

Amalia glanced over at the viewscreen, measuring the distance they had gone thus far, they still had a ways to go.

Kahn spoke in a soft tone, sensing his Master's sadness.

"He'll grow up to be a fine young man, Amalia. Malice won't get to him."

Kahn was silent for a few moments.

"Whenever I've heard Lono talk of Malice, it's always with love. Even when he's older, he'll retain that love, Amalia, even if Malice doesn't return it. Lono's a good kid."