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~Hungry Ghosts~

Part 1

Transcript begins: > fanfare > Peace at last! The Empire is defeated and freedom rings once more throughout the galaxy! 30,587 star systems have joined the New Galactic Republic under the leadership Prime Minister Organa. The memory of war is but a distant shadow. A new era dawns! 

> Mandalore restored! Mand’alor the Unifier brings order to the lawless Outer Rim. Although his people prosper, Mand’alor Djarin has declined to join the New Republic, choosing to pursue a policy of strict isolationism.  Transcript ends. 

“Babe?” Athena walked in through the front door, looking anxious. He didn’t tell her much either, much like Pip had told him. She saw him at the counter, head buried in his hands and her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. What happened? 

“Pippa’s pregnant.” 

She sharply inhaled, wrapping her arms around her husband. She, like Eilas, knew that this wasn’t a happy occasion. She knew how her daughter got pregnant and that the reason she isn’t here is because she’s in the bedroom. 

On the counter, she saw the little stick. The one she had taken so many times to get pregnant with Pippa, Effie, and Harley as well. Both she and Eilas were always thrilled and ecstatic when that one word was there. But, this wasn’t the case for their daughter. They wanted so much for her – but not like this. Not at all. 

Athena ushered the both of them to the couch, needing to sit. This was a lot to take in. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to kill him. Kill the monster that took everything away from their daughter. 

“I’m going to the precinct. Hudson sent it to me the day after we had dinner with him. I need to... I need to see that son of a bitch.”

Guys meet:

Axel

“I thought the B.C. would give me everything I needed; a partner who I could rely on, someone who could rely on me, a home, a future family-”

Neptune: Yeah, I submitted our names last week.

Wish: That’s awesome! I could totally see you guys winning; especially since you’re shoe-in for class president next year, Tune. It only makes sense for the class president-to-be to get the crown.

Neptune: Thanks, but if we win prom king and queen, it’s ‘cause we’re adorable together.