She stood apart from the people celebrating the fall of a tyrant. She, who had come from the stars carried secrets that would destroy the primitive people that rescued her. Lost were those that she had called her people. Her swollen belly betrayed her when the pain of contractions brought her to her knees.
She was called Shmi Skywalker by those of Tatooine. She hadn't been born on their world, was in fact bought and sold as a slave before she was brought to this planet. Since her arrival she had been discovered to be pregnant and isolated from other slaves during her time. The child, when she was born, could be taken from her and sold away. Or, if her new owners felt charitable, she might be allowed to keep the baby.
There were few futures she could imagine that her baby would have the choices those born into freedom would know.
Young and impressionable women had hope for the future. They imagine that a Jedi would come save them, perhaps marry them even of it broke all the rules because Love Triumphs Over All.
Maybe this was the way it should be.
However, even she could not hide from the prophecies of the Inqusitiors and their counterparts. No true Sith could.
Even a failed acolyte carried a touch of the darkness. Shmi remembered the touch of the force, of the fleeing nights into Revan's strongholds, and further still.
Indeed, Force help those that betrayed her to this fate.