The Inquisitor lowered his saber and indicated the stormtroopers to come closer, his eyes locked on Zairo. He turned to the troops, "Take him to the Senate building, the Emperor is waiting for him there. I have other business to attend to."

The Grand Inquisitor then left, disappearing into the crowds of Coruscant, leaving Zairo pinned against a wall by two stormtroopers.

"Drop the weapon, kid," one Stormtrooper ordered, indicating the stolen blaster, which was still held in the boy's firm grip, "Drop it now."

Zairo glared at them, but he knew it was no use to retaliate: he dropped the blaster.

The second trooper then took out a pair of handcuffs and, unwillingly, Zairo held his hands out in front of him. The Empire had won. His fate was now left in the hands of the Emperor.

As he was dragged towards the Senate building, Zairo saw the once grand Temple, now a piece of rubble warning all Jedi to stay clear of the Empire. He remembered sprinting across the route they were going, trying to find help. He hadn't stopped running until he saw a familiar face, heading towards the docks.

"Senator, sir, please wait."

The tall man, known as Bail Organa, turned his attention, away from golden droid next to him and reverted it, to Zairo.

"The... the clones, they were... killing... Jedi. I.. I ran and hid, then I ran some more. And then I saw you." Zairo let it all out, tears streaming down his face, as he struggled for air.

Organa turned to the droid, "C3PO go watch Leia, nothing can happen to her."

Zairo stood, shivering, in front of the ship.

Senator Organa looked at him, his eyes filled with sorrow, "The Jedi have been named traitors of the Republic, or Empire now I should say. I don't think any of the senators agree with it, I certainly don't, but the Senate is likely to make no difference now. The Emperor will probably have the final say."

Zairo ruffled his hair, rubbing his eyes at the same time, "What will happen to me now? I don't want to be killed like other Jedi, sir. I don't want to die."

Bail Organa looked at the young boy stood before him, he was about to return to Alderaan with a daughter, a daughter Breha couldn't have. "Come with me to Alderaan, you can stay with me and my wife until the next meeting here."

Bail smiled, hiding the pain and torment he was going through, and put his his arm round Zairo's shoulder.

"Thank you sir."