Day 5
Still evading the clones… they were never programmed to give up, but I thought that would never be bad for me… for us. We're in town now. We got rid of our Jedi cloaks days ago, but not our lightsabres. They're hidden, mine up my sleeve. I really don't want to use it.
The throngs of people don't notice us. We just blend in with them. Hopefully the clones will miss us too. I don't want to die!
Hang on, clones ahead… we gotta get out of here. But… they're after that woman; she's screaming and clutching her baby… what's with that? We can't just sit back… can't just watch. That goes against everything we stand for. But there's no we anymore. Just scattered and hunted remnants. Still. We can't just let that happen.
They're firing now. The crowd is scattering, and we're still here. One of the clones shoots the woman. She screams and drops the child. Now we move into action, sabres blazing. The crowds gasp watching us and the clone order his men to fire…
Master Velli is down! Gives me the child, tells me to run… I don't want to, not again. But then I look at the baby in my arms, calmly looking up at me. I run, hear Master Velli scream… but I keep running. For my life. For this child's life. It feels so wrong, yet so right. I'm saving a life. Isn't that right?
I'm hiding my face in my acquired cloak as the transport lifts off, the baby cradled in my arms, asleep. She should have been crying. She shouldn't be sleeping, with the excitement. But if it makes our escape easier, I won't complain.
I never wanted to be a mother. Looks like its been forced on me. I'll make the best of the situation, as my training taught me to do. I'll train the child, in secret. Our order has to be passed on, be remembered, the way we were.
We're leaving. I'm leaving. Leaving behind the place of nightmares, into the darkness of a changed galaxy, with a Force sensitive baby under my care. I'm doing the right thing. Right? Then why does it feel like I'm doing the wrong thing?