Our family was a happy one. Sure, we were not rich, we struggled to pay bills, and we lost some family along the way- but we were happy. When we lost Canto, it was hard to cope. Not with just the fact he died, but trying to fill the void left in our hearts where he resided. It was hard to cope with trying to manage without him. Caleb came along and it felt like he had brought some life back into the family; a distraction for our hearts from mourning over death to be occupied by the celebration of birth. He was about one and a half when we found out he'd be taken from us too. He was Force-sensitive. He picked up Cyla's Holocron with the Force when no one was looking and activated it just like I had when I first met Cyla. The Holocron recorded the interaction of him with the Holocron and Cyla and Onthant coming to see what was going on.

"Onthant! Get over here!" Cyla called as she held the baby and Holocron in the center of our common room.

At this point in his life, he was his full height of a little over 1.9. His beard lined his entire chin and he had his hair in a ponytail almost all the time. I was only 1.57 meters at this time and cut my hair short; excluding my Padawan braid which I had kept. I was about sixteen.

"What?" He called as he left our room he and I were both in; playing cards. I remember it so well. He went into the common room and I shuffled the cards. I heard his voice from the other room seconds later. "Hey, look who turned out to be like his mommy."

A moment passed and I heard Cyla; dread mixed with a fake expression of happiness."Y-You're Force-sensitive...Just like your mommy, huh, Caleb?"

I was frozen as I still sat in my room.

"Hey, there still might be a chance that it just malfunctioned. Maybe he's not Force-sensitive."

"No," Cyla responded with a shaky voice. " It wouldn't malfunction like this. He's gonna have to be given to the Jedi Order."

"We can always hide his sensitivity," Onthant suggested. "He could live here with me and you down here. Be a happy, little family."

I stood up and walked out to the common room, stopping my feet a few meters away from the three.

Cyla shook her head, she denied, "No, they'd figure it out."

Onthant let out a depressed sigh as he rubbed Cyla's shoulder to comfort her. He leaned over to the infant and lightly kissed Caleb's forehead and then lightly hugged his wife. "It'll be alright."

"Caleb's…" I didn't even want to finish the sentence.

Over the next few days, we didn't tell anyone other than Strive about the news. But, as time passed and Caleb reached the age of two, his Force-sensitivity was getting dangerous. One time, he snatched a lighter out of Strive's pocket with the Force. Another, he snatched Cyla's lightsaber from her belt while she was a good two meters away from him.

It's funny, I remember the first time he walked on his own when he was just over a year old and we all thought it was so great to see him grow.I remember I held his arms so carefully and stepped so precariously so my cybernetic foot didn't hurt him when I first taught him to walk.I remember laughing with joy when he took his first steps without my help. I remember loving to see him grow. Now we saw other things grow within him that could kill him one day. Onthant and Cyla knew that we all couldn't handle a Force-sensitive baby like Caleb without him getting seriously hurt. Possibly even killed. One time, we had to deal with TWO Force-sensitive babies because one had followed Cyla through the Under City. It was a little togruta who was about the age of three or four. Her name? Ahsoka Tano.

Cyla had sensed that someone had been following her, and at the train, she found out who exactly was her little stalker. She was all ready to the point of being well too far from the Temple to just turn around and bring her back. She contacted the Council and they advised that we were to keep the toddler until the next day when Cyla would return to the Temple. Let's just say that she gave all of us at least three heart attacks. One was when she opened a window with the Force, climbed out our apartment window, and fell into a taxi that was flying below. Strive was the one to follow it on the ground and catch her when she fell from the taxi. Thankfully, we all survived and Ahsoka went back to the Temple the next day.

Seeing how Ahsoka almost died under our care, we all came to decision that Caleb would be safer at the Temple.

Like I said, it's not hard saying goodbye to someone you love. What's hard is learning to live without them and always trying to fill the void, the emptiness left in your heart when they go. When we had to give up Caleb, it was horrible. I remember when Cyla and I were the ones to walk him up to the Temple.I held his one hand and Cyla held the other hand of her baby, now the age of two, as Caleb walked.

He looked up at me, "This place is huge. How am I gonna find you, Jawo?"

"You're not going to, bud," I said. "I'm not gonna see ya for a really long time."

"How long?" he asked. "A rotation?Two?"

"Longer than that, hun," Cyla sighed. We all stopped and Cyla got on her knee to look Caleb in the eye. "You're gonna be mommy's little soldier, okay? I'm not gonna see you for a very, very, long time. Neither is Daddy, Strive, or even Uncle Jalo. You're gonna be a Jedi just like me and Uncle Jalo."

"What?" his lip quivered and we knew that he was about to cry. "I'm- I'm-"

"Caleb," I got on my knee too and looked him in the eyes. "Please. We love you but this is what's best for you. You're gonna become a Jedi just like Mommy. We love you. That's why we have to give you to the Jedi."

"WHAT?" he screamed and started bawling out his eyes. "I DON'T WANNA GO! I DON'T WANNA GO!"

He screamed and cried as we stood outside of the Temple. I picked him up and carried him in my arms wrapped around my neck and his legs wrapped around my torso as he still sobbed; saying that he didn't wanna leave. Cyla walked next to us and we went up to the Temple doors where Master Depa Billaba met us. She saw the crying child and petted his hair as he still clung to my shirt. I could tell she was using the Force to lull his crying to a soft weep. I handed him to the Jedi Master and Caleb fell asleep. Cyla and I turned away and neither of us wanted to turn back. We never did.

Through the first year, while he was gone, I noticed the consumption of alcohol rose in our family. Especially from Onthant. He was a heartbroken drunk. Strive began to drink; but barely. Cyla never took much alcohol even after she had to give up her baby. She knew that she had a job to do; to be a Master for me and to teach me to become a Jedi.

I hated it. I hated it all.

The Council still had us go on missions, Cyla and I. Some even off planet. Ryloth? Naboo?Alderaan? Yep. Even Kashyyyk we went to. They were humanitarian missions; either to help with the government handing out food to the poor, helping the Wookies rebuild after a horrible forest fire, helping find survivors after a quake on Ryloth, or anything to help out the people. Once we started to get in more and more dangerous situations that one would think would be impossible to get out of, the crazier Cyla's ideas got. Force only knows how they worked, but they did. These ideas being jumping off a cliff to get away from droids, jumping out of a burning gunship in the heart of a fleet of Separatists, and more. I don't know how we survived, but we did. Somehow my Master knew exactly how much crazy was needed to survive. Huh...I guess there was method in her madness when I think of it.

A few years before the beginning of the Clone Wars, I graduated to the title of Jedi Knight and I lost my Padawan braid at the age of twenty-five. When the Clone Wars began, Cyla was one of the first Jedi to object to it; saying that Jedi weren't generals, they were peacekeepers. I was completely on her side, saying how crazy it was for the Jedi to be in the center of the war when we could instead be helping those who couldn't help themselves. Seeing that this was wrong, Cyla and I decided to quit the Jedi Order. It's actually kinda funny; the moment that Cyla told the Council she was quitting. She and I were in the middle of the circle of Jedi Masters when we told them. After we had expressed our concerns about the war, the Council dismissed us. As we were about to walk away, Cyla looked back and spoke one last time.

"By the way, I know EXACTLY who Caleb Dume's father 's Onthant; my husband. We were drunk on our wedding night and Caleb came into the universe," she smiled. "Hope you teach my son good and he doesn't have to become another pawn in your war."

I couldn't contain my laughter as she said that. I had been waiting for that my entire life as a Jedi.

"That makes me Caleb's uncle," I added with a large grin. "Bye."

Through the years of the Clone Wars, Cyla and I were recruited by the police force to help with the crime in the Under City. We were sent on countless missions to investigate crimes and we patrolled the streets and stopped any crime we saw. We weren't official police; more of ex-Jedi protectors that acted like police. We got paid very well and lived like normal citizens; maybe a little better.I was in my twenties and loved life. I even grew a goatee on my chin to help with the babes.

Now I'm gonna tell you a story about some things in my life that I'm not proud of. That I wish had never occurred. I did things that serves the right for any sane man to shoot me right here and now and it is justified for what I have done in my life. I don't think I have ever earned back the right to have a good life after this point on in my life. I shouldn't be alive now at this age. If I had thought that I had lost too much of my family; I had no idea what was to happen at the end of the Clone Wars. Order 66.

It was a day that Cyla and I had off from being on the police force. Onthant, Strive, Cyla, and I decided to go to the bar for a drink. And at the good ol' age of twenty-eight, I loved to have a good few drinks with my brother, former Jedi Master, and my best friend. At this time, they were all thirty-four and our age difference didn't seem so grand as it had when I was young. Instead of parents, the felt like siblings now. I could drink with them, I could play cards with them and live with them like they were my equals. Onthant would often be my wingman when I tried to flirt with any ladies I found attractive. Sometimes, he was actually helpful(though, I didn't keep any woman for more than one rotation). This day, though, it was more of me just wanting to be with my family. When I felt something off in the Force, I excused myself from our booth filled with laughing and went outside. I soon found a twi'lek mother holding her young son at her side in fear as a human man held a blaster at both of them, screaming at them to give him their money.

I slowly approached from the back of the man holding the blaster. "Sorry, sir, but do you not realize that you are breaking the law?"

As he turned around and put his blaster on my chest, he sneered, "And what's it to you? Keep moving, bud, or I'll shoot your brains out if you got any."

"You see, now I can't do that," I shrugged. "You just pulled a blaster out on a woman and child and now you are threatening a Jedi Knight."

"Ooo a Jedi," the man mocked. "What are you gonna do? Do a magic trick on me-"

I got out my lightsaber and swung the green blade to cut through the middle of the blaster held to my chest. I put my hand out and used the Force to push the man with great speed into a wall so he fell unconscious. The mother of the child smiled and thanked me in twi'leki. I responded in her language, telling them to go along and keep safe. They went off and I smiled, happy to have helped; keeping my ignited lightsaber at my side.

I turned around when I heard the rustle of armor and saw about six clones in armor with blasters in hand. It was normal to have clones as reinforcement when either Cyla and I caught a criminal, so I thought none of it.

"Hey, you guys got here fast," I remarked with a smile. "I didn't even have to call. Now all you guys gotta do is cuff the guy-"

The rose their blasters and aimed them right at me. "Freeze, Jedi!"

"Guys, what the heck?" I chuckled, thinking this all was a joke. "It's me. I'm on your side."

"Good soldiers follow orders," one said.

"Execute Order 66," another said.

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Order sixty-"

One shot his blaster right at my head. I deflected it, but then the other five started shooting and I began to have a bit of difficulty. When three more clones came up and started shooting, then I had a really bad problem. I got hit in the head and fell unconscious. The next thing I saw was blurred images of me getting dragged down a hall lined with doors with heavy duty locks- prison cells.

I was thrown into one and I laid there on the cold ground. I tried to move my arms, only to find out that they were bound by cuffs in front of me.I restrained myself from vomiting because my head hurt so much. I didn't know what was going on, where I was, or what happened. The nausea I had was near the equivalent of a hangover;

"Onthant...Cyla...Strive….where are they? Are they okay?"

I was kept in this cell for Force only knows how long until I actually saw a sign of other life. I tray of food was slid through a slot on the bottom of the door to the cell. It was putrid, but it was all I had to eat. There was no sunlight or noise. Ever. There was only me, a toilet, and my thoughts. The light that was in the cell was red lights that came from the grid under the floor.

"LET ME OUT!" I bellowed from inside the cell. I don't know how long I screamed, but I screamed every day.

I felt like a caged animal. I went insane. Jalo? Who's that? I didn't know him. I clawed at the door at times, just wanting to escape.I wanted to know what was going on. I didn't know why those clones turned on me. I didn't know who captured me. I didn't know where my family was. I wanted out.

My dreams...they were filled with visions of horrible things. I felt Razo beating me again with a beer bottle, I relived Miri choking the life out of me, I felt Canto's life leave the world, I relived things that I never even wanted to happen in the first place.

Then I began to feel things. I couldn't tell what was real or not. I heard Cyla's screams of agony. I heard Onthant's howls of rage. I heard Strive's weeping. I even saw Caleb, now grown to about the age of fourteen, screaming. I saw Razo sitting next to me in my cell, not having aged a day. I felt him pinning me to the wall as he choked all the air out of me until I passed out. I saw Cyla standing across from me in the cell, bloodied and bruised. She was screaming in pain as she fell to the ground and continued to scream. I couldn't even help her. She just continued to scream. I continued to scream.

What was real? What was fake? Was I fake? Did I exist? Was I even a human? No. I was an animal. I wanted to be let go. I couldn't stand still. I shook violently throughout the day. My breaths were that of a starving predator; ready to kill for what I wanted.

Foam near spilled out of my mouth when the door of my cage opened and light poured in. I lunged at the figure dressed in white armor and clawed at his throat with my hands. He wasn't a clone. His helmet was different. Another one of his kind was behind me, shooting at me now. I lunged at him too. I killed him too. Snapped both of their necks with my bare hands.

I didn't know I had that kind of strength. That kind of rage. That kind of savagery.

I didn't know what I was doing. These weren't my hands. These weren't my thoughts. This wasn't my body. This wasn't me.

My throat was being crushed soon after and I was lifted into the air. I saw a dark figure stand in front of me, holding me up in the air with the Force. He wore a black mask, his breaths were that of a machine, and his hatred could be felt in the Force from light years away. He wasn't human, but more of a machine.

"Your hatred and fear amuse me," he said. "You'd serve well to the Empire."

"Empire? What Empire?" I wondered.

This is the point where things got interesting for me. For the next Force knows how long, I was strapped to an interrogation table; the Sith Lord trying to get any information he could out of me. The IT-O droid became my worst nightmare. The floating droid would inject this...this venom into me that just burned like acid and then would proceed to either crush my most sensitive parts of my body or burn my skin. The force it used to inflict pain was minimal, but my pain threshold was gone. The mind-probing was absolutely exhausting. I was taught by Cyla how to resist probes during my Padawans years, but that was almost a decade before this. The sessions would go on for a full hour every day.

I didn't even know what he was trying to get out of me. What was I supposed to spill?

"Why are you doing this?" I barked one day at the Sith Lord. "What do you GAIN?! I have nothing you want! NOTHING!"

"I want to know where others like you are," Vader spoke. "Tell me, where are the remaining Jedi?"

"Remaining?! What are you talking about? There are thousands! More than just one man can kill!"

"They are all dead," he stated. "The Empire wiped them out but a few like yourself and whoever you're hiding."

"Who would I be hiding?" I sneered.

"Your Jedi Master," he stated. He held his hand out and I could feel my mind crumbling; as if he were rummaging his hand through every memory in my mind and each crumbling at his touch. "Cyla Dume. Where is she?"

"We're not Jedi anymore," I beseeched. "Please! We left the Order at the start of the Clone Wars! She's not a Jedi! I'm not a Jedi! Just leave her alone!"

"Where is she?"

"I don't know!" I implored. "She could be dead! She could be hiding! I don't know! I have nothing you want!"

"That is where you are wrong," he objected. "You hold much potential to serve your Dark Side resides within you."

"What Emperor?! What Empire?! What is all this?!" I howled in frustration.

And it got even more interesting from there. I was thrown into a group of other people, eight others to be exact, and we were each given a red lightsaber and black armor. Most of the others in this group chose a double-bladed lightsaber that spun. I decided to keep it simple and went with a standard blade, just like my green one.

happened to my lightsaber?Who took it? Where is it?When did it get lost? Why can I not remember?

I had no idea where my lightsaber went. Maybe, I thought, Darth Vader had it.

Our training was first under the Emperor himself. He was ruthless, to say the least. I remember a female mirialan being at the end of Force-lightning because he didn't approve of the way she gave mercy to her opponent. She lost her voice because of the direct impact it had on her throat; she had to get a replacement of cybernetics so she could talk. Her name was never said; her eventually being ranked as Seventh Sister. Later, a tall man with blue skin had his arm cut off by Vader. He was Sixth Brother. I once again got my right foot cut off, but it was only the cybernetics that got damaged and was later replaced.

There was this pau'an who outranked us all. He was cold, ruthless, and powerful. He was ranked Grand Inquisitor. There was a human woman with dark and curly hair as Third Sister, her twin sister who was a little taller and had straight hair was Fourth Sister. A man of an unknown species and spoke few words was Fifth Brother, I already mentioned Sixth Brother and Seventh Sister, Eighth Brother was a terrelian jango jumper. This large woman, whose species I didn't know of, was Ninth Sister. She was taller than the rest of us, had orange fur, and two white horns on her chin. She was ranked lowest as she didn't have a strong Force-connection and her lightsaber abilities were weak. All of their eyes turned to another color than what was obviously their natural color. Their eyes were either pale or red and yellow. For some reason, I didn't give in and I was the oddball with blue eyes.

How did I get ranked Second Brother? you may ask.

I was ruthless. Every one of them I thought of as an enemy; I pretended they were the criminals I fought back on Coruscant with Cyla. And, I noticed her crazy ideas did imbed within me. I remember fighting the woman with curly brown hair and she had me pinned against a wall with her lightsaber near my throat. I took my lightsaber away from the deadlock the blades were in and threw it in the air.

Her red eyes squinted as she stared at me. Probably thinking I was stupid or suicidal. The maroon blade I threw into the air soon sliced a pipe that ran through the ceiling just above our heads. A stream of hot steam soon sprayed out of it right above her head. She noticed this and leaped back. I dove to the side and caught my lightsaber just before it hit the ground. The steam must have gotten into her one eye as she seemed to hold the irritated eye in her hand. I took this advantage and swung my lightsaber at her, the both of us once again locking blades. She fell backward and I pinned her to the ground with my foot on her chest and my lightsaber over her throat. She tried to lift me off her but ultimately failed. She looked up at me with her scarlet colored eyes and could see that she knew she was defeated, but still had a flame in her eyes that wanted her to win. I paused for a moment; just to look. I never got to see her for long amounts of time; most of the time I had seen her was when her blades were spinning in my face as I blocked them. I never got to see her when she was still until then. I never noticed before how her lips were a soft pink and she had light brown highlights in her dark hair.

"Cute…" I simpered.

Once I realized that I said that out loud, I froze. I prayed no one else heard that. I knew she definitely heard it as she smirked at me with her one eyebrow cocked, giving me a look I was taken aback by.

We were soon ordered to go back to our quarters by Darth Vader, him now being in charge of our training as the Emperor had more important things to then placed the position of power to the Grand Inquisitor as Vader had to leave for the moment. As all of us trekked back to our quarters, I noticed the girl with curly hair whom I had called 'cute' walked close to me as we both were at the back of the trail of Inquisitors. As I noticed she passed her door, I turned to her just as I was about to enter my quarters. She looked behind her to check that all the others had gone into their quarters then looked back at me. I gave her an inquisitive look as she stood there before me. She gripped my upper shoulder and pushed me into the wall and pinned me. I was wide-eyed at this sudden movement as she had one hand on my shoulder now and the other had her hand pointing at the center of my chest.

"What's your game?" she inquired with a harsh voice. "You're still not on the Dark Side and yet you can pin me down. You haven't turned and yet Lord Vader hasn't killed you. Then...then you call me cute. What's your game?"

I was frozen and said nothing, still amazed she was talking to me. She had never talked to me before.

Her red eyes squinted and studied me from head to toe. She locked eyes with me again and I couldn't help but smile when she gazed into my eyes.

"Why do...do you actually- You like me!" she shook her head and she knitted her eyebrows. "Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders as she kept me pinned there, not knowing what would be the right answer. I went with my gut and said, "You're just a pretty sight for sore eyes."

"And you're gonna be dead," she shook her head, her dark curls shaking with the motion. "Better if you get those thoughts out of your head before you get yourself killed."

"Why would you care if I'm dead or alive?"

Her lips slightly creased at the corner of her mouth as she was toying with a thought. "Because it'd be a shame to lose a pretty face like yours." Her one hand left my chest and found my goatee. "You got a nice little beard going on here. Cute."

"So…" I smirked. "What's your name?"

"Suna," she took her hand away from my face. "Your's?'

"Jalo."

She smiled as she chuckled, "You got pretty blue eyes. I hope you don't lose them soon."

"What?" I questioned. She left me there and went to her quarters.

I soon figured out what she meant in the coming days. I was one of the later additions to the Inquisitors, I guess. That's why my eyes were still blue as Vader really never got time to make that different. I was thrown into another cell and was once again given daily torture sessions then nightly ones too. He filled my head with nightmares and the days with pain. The Grand Inquisitor was soon put in charge of my torture sessions. He wasn't any better of a joy then Vader.

"You refuse to feel the power of the Dark Side," the pau'an spoke. "Why do you restrain yourself from such power? Such strength? "

I kept my mouth shut because I knew I'd get myself killed if I spoke.

"Tell me, Hikra," he spoke. "Why do you think you're here?"

"I don't know," my breath was shaky as I refrained from snapping at him.

"Oh, but you do," he paced the floor at a sluggish speed. "It was your job once before. On Coruscant. Both you and your Master."

"What?" I was confused.

"You and your Master, you both were warriors. Both tasked to keep the streets clean of criminals," he looked at me and stopped his pace. "Aren't I right?"

"So what does that have to do with anything?" I barked.

"Everything," he stated. "Don't you see? The Inquisitorius is a force for criminals to run in fear of. We are just like you and your Master."

"You hunt Jedi," I hissed in pain. "We were nothing like you."

"Ah, and that's where you are ignorant, Hirka," he chuckled, amused. "The Jedi are the criminals. First, they refused to let you train in their Temple as they just didn't want to deal with a poor street boy. They just pawned you off on your Master. They forced you and your Master to slave away to their every command while they sat up in their precious Temple. The Jedi refused to deal with the very gang who killed your adoptive father and forced you, as a child, to kill the leader of Black Heth. Your father, nonetheless. They took your own nephew from you, didn't they? They split your family up. Then, they had the audacity to go to war against the concerns of countless Jedi. Word has it that your nephew was one of the little soldier Jedi Padawan the Council put in the war."

"Caleb?" I sighed, wanting to break down knowing this. Knowing that he was probably dead.

"See? The putrid Jedi are the reason that the Empire had to take over. To rid of the filthy Order who did nothing but make others do their bidding. Those doing the bidding being like you and your Master."

He did have a point….

"What is the plan then?" I sighed as I gave in and looked to the pau'an. "What am I supposed to do?"

A stomach-churning smile grew across his face, bearing his pointy fang-like teeth. I saw his hand summon the IT-O droid and the dreaded orb floated towards me with its needle of a syringe filled with some kind of liquid pointed at me.

Now, remember when I freaked out because of that tiny needle in the hands of that nice Jedi doctor?

Keep in mind that this needle was as big as my index finger and was connected to a droid that would torture me for hours on end.

Yeah.

That happened.

Once I felt the needle go deep into the side of my neck, a rush of liquid filled my veins. The restraints on the interrogation table released me and I fell to my knees. I placed both my hands on the ground and began to vomit as I continued to feel the warm liquid fill every centimeter of my body. My muscles tensed up and then trembled, tensed up, then trembled, and it went around and around. I couldn't see anymore, the room around me was spinning around me. I collapsed onto my side and rolled onto my back, looking up to the Grand Inquisitor.

"You'll thank me when you wake."