Lura didn't know why Mother and Father were sad, but they kept saying things like "It's gonna be okay" and "You're going to be great Jedi someday". Lura didn't know what a 'Jedi' was, but the other man had said it too, and it was making her parents sad.

Mother dressed her in her favorite clothes, and Lura spun around in circles. She laughed and tried to get her parents' attention because they always liked it when she spun in circles. They smiled, but Lura could tell that they were still sad, so she spun faster until she fell down.

Kyala and Duran were trying to put on brave faces for their little girl, but it was so hard. They would probably never see Lura again, unless it was on the HoloNet, many years from now. Even so, they didn't have HoloNet access from their house and had to pay to use the city's public portals in the center of town. This was the last time they would see her in person.

Master Plo Koon had said that Lura didn't need to bring anything since everything she would need for the rest of her life would be provided at the Temple, but they still looked around, trying to find a way to send a piece of their life together with their daughter.

In the end, the only thing they could really send were the clothes she was wearing, and the headdress that wrapped around her lekku. They didn't know that the Jedi Order was going to give her small robes to change into, but the headdress would probably stay with her until she grew out of it. It was the only fancy thing her parents could afford to give her, as a birthday present. Never before had they put so much money into a single gift but their daughter meant everything to them.

Eventually, it was time to say one last goodbye to Lura. Duran didn't say anything as he held his daughter tightly. Secretly, he was relieved that Lura had the chance to go to Coruscant. He hadn't told Kyala yet, but he had just lost his job, and they were going to have to move again. If Lura had the chance to live a better life than they did, then he was happy for his daughter, no matter what it meant for him and Kyala.

He squeezed Lura one last time, before holding her so he could see her face. She saw his tears and wiped them away with her thumb, and Duran smiled. He held Lura's forehead so it rested on his for a moment, then handed her off to Kyala.

Kyala hugged her daughter and rested one hand on the small of Lura's back as she held her. She remembered how, when she was smaller, Lura would fall asleep in the very same position. Kyala knew she would never get another chance to hold her little girl again, so she stayed this way for a long time, trying to ingrain the feeling in her memory so she would never forget.

"Remember, Lur'akan" she whispered, using her full name. "No matter where you go in this galaxy, no matter what happens to you or to us, we will always love you. No one will ever stop us from loving you."

Duran smiled and felt the tears start up again. He wrapped his arms around his wife and daughter, and they didn't move for a long time.

The three came out of the room and rejoined Plo Koon in the living room. Kyala passed her daughter off to the Jedi Master silently and stood next to Duran. She told herself to not cry again until they had left.

"I will take Lura to Coruscant," he told the parents. "She will be safe there, I promise."

"Thank you," Duran said, not looking at his wife. "We know you will take care of her."

"May the Force be with you," he bade the two and they nodded, not quite understanding the sentiment but unable to do anything else. Plo Koon turned and walked out the door, Lura in his arms, and the girl looked back at her parents for the last time, although she did not know it. She didn't know where she was going with the strange man, but she knew she was safe, and she waved to Mother and Father, trying to make them smile again. They waved back weakly and gave her the biggest smile they could muster. Then the door shut and they were gone.

Kyala sank onto the crate she wept, and Duran sat next to her and wrapped his wife in his arms. "She will live a better life there," he told his wife.

"I just wish she didn't have to leave," she cried into his shoulder. "I wish she could stay with us."

Duran swallowed. "Maybe it's for the best that she leaves us."

Kyala looked up at her husband, not understanding.

Duran couldn't meet her eyes. "There's something you should know."

Plo Koon walked back down the street he had come from, and Lura looked over his shoulder until she couldn't see her house anymore. When they turned the corner, she looked at the strange man. "Why did we leave?"

Plo Koon shifted so he could see Lura's orange face as he walked. "You are not safe there, little Lura," he told her. "Bad people could hurt you there."

"Bad?" She asked, looking around. "Bad where?"

"Somewhere," he answered, "I don't know."

Lura looked at him, and she snuggled into his shoulder. Plo Koon could tell that her instincts could tell who was trying to hurt her as Kyala and Duran had said. She knew that some people were bad.

The young Twi'lek had tried to tell her parents when she felt someone bad, but they didn't understand, and she had to revert to kicking and screaming to get away from them. Lura knew that the strange man would believe her and that he understood her, somehow. She wouldn't have to scream, she could just point and tell him, and he would know.

She started looking around them, looking for bad people. Lura didn't see any, but she didn't stop looking. She didn't want bad people.

Plo Koon made his way towards his ship, but the center of the city was much more congested than the edges. He wove between people, trying to avoid knocking into them while keeping them away from Lura at the same time. He could feel that Lura was tense, but she wasn't flailing around like her parents had told him, so he didn't worry. She was probably just nervous about being away from Kyala and Duran.

Lura and Plo Koon were in the thick of the daily bustle when they felt something in the Force. It was sudden and seemed to appear out of nowhere. For Plo Koon, this didn't make sense, because most of the time, he could sense danger from a considerable distance. Lura, on the other hand, just knew that there was a bad person close. This bad person was strange like the strange man was strange, but the new person was scary. The man holding her wasn't scary. She looked around and found the direction of her feeling.

"Bad people!" She told the Jedi and pointed to Plo Koon's five o'clock. Plo Koon turned but didn't see anyone who looked threatening. He knew Lura was right, but where were they?

"Up! Up!"

Plo looked up, and sure enough, Lura was right. It wasn't just a pirate or a kidnapper. It was the Inquisitor, and she was staring right at them. Plo tensed. She wasn't here just by coincidence. She was here for the child, too.

Lura whimpered and buried her face in Plo Koon's shoulder. The Sister jumped into the thick of the crowd, which recoiled from her almost immediately. People started flooding into buildings, or down the streets, away from the red-skinned Togruta.

Plo Koon pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it, pointing it towards the Sister. "I see you've been sent to find Younglings, now."

"I have indeed," she said. She eyes the orange lekku. "A Twi'lek, I assume. What's her name?"

"That's not important. What's important is how did you get here?"

"I can fly a ship, you know," she retorted.

"How did you get into the service of the Sith?" Plo Koon clarified.

He could tell that the Sister wasn't expecting that question, but she appeared to remain unperturbed. "I chose to help them. I thought it was better than helping a selfish Chancellor who didn't care about his own people."

"And you believe that the Dark Lord does?"

She laughed menacingly. "Oh, I never said that. I'm just choosing to fight this evil right now. It's not as if I can't change my mind."

"If only it were that simple," Plo commented, backing away slowly from the Inquisitor. He needed to get Lura away from this planet.

"It is that simple," The Sister told him. "I can't fight every evil I see in this world, but I can fight one of them. Your precious Chancellor doesn't deserve his power, so I plan to take it from him, just like I'm going to take her from you."

"I'm not going to let you take her," Plo Koon said. His heart clenched when he remembered that he had said the same words to Ahsoka's kidnappers 14 years ago, but he pushed the memory aside. He couldn't protect Ahsoka now, but he could protect Lura.

He jumped on the nearby roof and cradled Lura close to his chest. She didn't look up at what was going on, but she knew that the strange man was trying to get her away from the scary red thing. She held on to his robes as best as she could with her small hands and squeezed her eyes shut.

Plo ran towards the center of the city, where his ship was waiting for him. The Inquisitor ran after them, on the ground. She was faster than Plo was, especially while he was carrying a child. Eventually, she got ahead of him, and she altered her path so she was between the Jedi Master and his ship.

Jumping down to the streets, he paused and tried to think. He wasn't going to be able to get to his ship without a fight, he could see that much. He looked around, desperate for another solution.

Lura looked up now, aware that they were away from the red thing, but still in danger. "Red," she told him, although he didn't know how that was going to help them.

A group of native soldiers approached him. "Sir, what is that thing?" The leader asked.

"She is the Inquisitor, and I need your help," he told them, having conceived an idea.

The soldiers looked nervous at the idea of fighting that thing on the other side of the building, but they nodded and listened as Plo Koon explained.

After they understood, he ran out, still cradling one arm. With the other, he swung his lightsaber at the Togruta and tried to avoid thinking that she was his little 'Soka.

They dueled for a few seconds, but it was clear that in order to win, he was going to have to free up both hands. He pushed the Inquisitor back and took the extra time to free his left hand. Unrestricted, he attacked the Inquisitor again, dodging her spinning red lightsaber and pushing her away from him. Unfortunately, that was also towards his ship.

The Sister was just as fast at dueling as she was at running, and none of Plo Koon's strikes landed on her. He was much stronger in the Force than she was though, and was able to use that to press her backward. She was being sandwiched between the Jedi and the ship and was further away from the child.

She caught the Jedi as he came crashing down on her with the Force, and threw him over her head. He slammed into the side of the ramp that led onto the ship and lay still for a few seconds. The Sister cackled and ran to where he had set the child down, but when she peered down at the bundle of cloth, all she saw was orange fruit. The 'Youngling' had been replaced.

"No!" she yelled and turned to attack Plo Koon, but his ship was already leaving.

She considered her options. If she destroyed the ship, she risked damaging the Youngling. If she boarded the ship, the Jedi could easily kill her at close range. The ship flew away and out of reach, and the Sister had lost the battle.

Screaming, the defeated Inquisitor vented her frustration through the Force. The nearby soldiers flew backward, but the Inquisitor didn't care. She darted away and went to board her own ship.

So much for her weekend off.