Padawan screamed, throwing her head back, letting the wind tear at her hair, the rain lash at her face. Never again would she trust any living being. Ever. The sixteenth cut on her upper arm was fresh. The others were all scars, in varying degrees of pink and white. Blood ran down her forearm to her wrist, to her palm, trickled off her fingertips. The pain did not affect her. It was the fact that this news had come to her today. On her sixteenth birthday. The day he'd promised he was coming back. Her messenger, an old creature from who knew what planet, backed away. He was horrifying to her. Tiny, hairy, and blue all over, with big, rubbery donkey-ears. His eyes were enormous, and yellow, flecked with black. "I'm sorry, miss. I am," he stammered. "He fought well. His apprentice finished off the villain for him." "WHY??!!!" she screamed again, sobbing. "He promised he'd come back! I'm not ready for the Trials! What am I going to do??!!" "Well, miss, if you don't mind my interrupting," the messenger said, "his twin brother- you see, your "Master" was your uncle. The Council disapproved of a Jedi to take on an apprentice related to them, but it wasn't against the rules. So he brought you out here, this far." "What's an 'uncol'?" she inquired, curious. "Why, one of your parents' brothers." "My parents are dead." "On the contrary, miss, your father was your "Master's" twin brother. He's still alive. In fact, at first we thought your uncle was your father. We were relieved to find out he wasn't." "I have a father?" Padawan was stunned. This had never occurred to her before. Master had told her she had no parents. He'd said they had both died. "Yes. His name is Qui Gon Jinn. Your uncle's name was Yae Rek Jinn." "I thought his name was "Master"," Padawan stammered, confused. This had to have been the most confusing day of her entire life. ""Master" was his title. Just as "Padawan" is yours. You should, actually, have a name. Your father will probably be telling you that." Padawan wiped her tear-streaked face on the long, billowy sleeve of her robe. "What do you mean? Is he coming here?" She had never left the swampy planet in her whole life. The possibility of her going to someone didn't even occur to her. "No! I've come to take you to him. Master Yae Rek left us a message and part of it was to bring you to Coruscant." Seeing her look of confusion, the messenger added: "that's a city planet. It's very far and it's unlikely you'll be returning here." Not coming back? Impossible. Padawan had lived on the Degobah System for as long as she could remember, and she and Master Jinn had never had any visitors. Until the hologram had come.