756 B.B.Y.
Armitus Ordo looked down at the boy toiling in the dirt. The child appeared to be about nine or ten years of age. Since he was here, the people who had raised him to this point clearly didn't want him; so he was pretty much fair game. He quickly snatched the boy up and ran. The boy relaxed in his arms apparently realizing that he wasn't in any danger.
Ordo didn't stop running until he was on his ship. Less than two minutes later he was in the air and headed toward the stars. Once he was in hyperspace, he turned to the boy. The boy was looking up at him and smiling.
Placing his hand on the boy's head, he said the words that would make the child his son. The boy's eyes brightened as he hugged his new father for the first time. They were now family and nothing would separate them. Ordo swore he would never abandon his new son, and he never did.
Jedi Master Tannith Kreel, supervisor of the Agricorps, sighed as he made his report to the Council. That had been the second time this year that a Mandalorian had run off with one of the children assigned to the Agricorps. Something would have to be done about this soon or the Order could very well end up facing an entire race of Force sensitive warriors with one hell of a grudge against the Jedi sometime in the future.