Elianora's first moments in life were spent beneath harsh, sterile lights, her tiny body trembling and vulnerable. While her mother's screams still echoed distantly down the metallic corridors of Mytus VII, the newborn was swiftly taken to the prison's med-bay by cold, indifferent guards.
Medical droids hovered over her, precise mechanical hands carefully measuring and weighing her fragile body, scanning her from head to toe.
"Infant is healthy," one droid announced, its voice utterly devoid of warmth. "Female. Vital signs stable."
Another approached, extending a slender metallic finger to prick the infant's delicate skin, drawing just enough blood for a standard genetic analysis.
"Processing midichlorian analysis," it announced in a monotone voice.
Moments later, the med-bay erupted in a flurry of mechanical activity as the droids exchanged data rapidly.
"Midichlorian count abnormally elevated," another reported emotionlessly. "Notifying Jedi Council."
One week later, a Jedi Knight named Kairen Var arrived at the bleak facility. His presence brought a sense of quiet dignity to a place otherwise devoid of humanity. Without hesitation or emotion, the guards led him to the med-bay, where a medical droid held the sleeping infant.
Gently, Kairen took Elianora into his arms. Instantly, the infant's eyes snapped open, wide with instinctive fear and confusion. Her tiny chest heaved as she released a piercing, desperate cry—not the soft whimper of hunger or discomfort, but a raw, primal scream of loss.
"Hush, child," the Jedi murmured softly, but Elianora's cries only intensified, echoing sharply through the cold corridors. Her screams continued relentlessly, ceaselessly, throughout their journey aboard his ship.
As the Jedi Temple finally appeared, serene and majestic against the Coruscant skyline, the Jedi Knight sighed deeply, gently cradling the screaming infant as he walked quickly to the nursery. There, nanny droids hovered quietly, ready and waiting.
"Take her," Kairen said tiredly, handing Elianora over carefully.
Yet even as the nanny droids cradled her gently, the newborn's piercing wails persisted, her tiny lungs carrying a heartbroken song—an endless, anguished lament for a mother she would never know.