Grogu huddled in his bunk as the sounds of blaster fire filled the temple. He may have been a youngling, but he was old enough to understand the basics of what was happening: the clone army had turned on the Jedi.
When the executions started occurring, Grogu waddled to the closest safe space he knew of, and that was his dormitory. The Jedi, Padawans, and younglings dispersed when the violence broke out, which meant Grogu was the only one in the room. His thought process amounted to the idea that maybe if he hid long enough, more Jedi would come and save the day.
As the sound of blaster fire drew closer, Grogu pulled the bedsheets over his head. But among the violence he also heard the unmistakable hiss of a lightsaber. Shortly after, however, both sounds ceased.
Grogu began to hope he was in the clear when he heard the door to his dorm slide open.
His little heart pounding, Grogu pulled the sheets higher over his head. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could blend in. But a hand clutched the sheet and yanked it away from his body, causing the youngling to yelp in fear as a robed figure stood before him.
"Shhh," the intruder said as he lowered his hood, "I'm going to get you out of here,"
Grogu felt a surge of relief when he realized it was one of the Jedi Masters standing before him. He didn't know the Master's name- there were so many on the council- but it was the human with dark skin and no hair. Allowing the Master to scoop him into his arms, the man covered Grogu with the top bedsheet and made his way to the exit.
The dash through the temple was not without incident. Beneath the thin sheet Grogu could see the purple glow of the lightsaber counter red blaster bolts. After a short time, the youngling decided to close his eyes. He could hear when danger was near; he didn't want to see it as well.
Finally, Grogu felt the chill of the evening breeze. Peeking over the bedsheet, he realized the Master had taken him outside, where a Rodian with pale green eyes was waiting in a dark blue speeder.
"Take him straight to your residence where he will be safe," the Master instructed the Rodian. "He'll need a new set of clothes as well, ones that won't identify him as part of the Jedi Order,"
Grogu let out a babble of protest, not wanting to leave the Jedi.
"You need to get away from the temple," the Master explained, "As far away from here as you can possibly get,"
Grogu couldn't imagine himself living anywhere but the temple. It was all he'd known his entire life.
"Your safety is what's important," the Master said, as if reading Grogu's thoughts. Then, turning to the Rodian, the Master added "Take good care of him,"
The Rodian replied in his own language as he set coordinates on the dashboard, then took off. Grogu watched as the Master and temple grew smaller and smaller in the distance. He clutched onto the bedsheet as he did so, which was now the last physical tie he had to his home.
The definition of home would be hard for Grogu to define the next few decades, but eventually he would find it with a Mandalorian upon a ship called Razor Crest. Because in the end, light always breaks through even the darkest of shadows.