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When the Separatists destroyed my home, took my family, and leave all Dathomir in shambles. I did not expect to end up where I am today. Back then I did not expect to survive the week, because with my Sisters gone… what could a mere 9-year-old do than look for cover and hide?
Well according to my Masters Plo Koon and Kit Fisto it was almost too late. I had been there for longer than 2 weeks when they had found me. Dehydrated and starved I still put up so much of a fight, that till this day, they are impressed with. But because of my severe condition, it did not last long.
So, you could imagine my surprise when tiny me woke up, not under the wooded area I had been sleeping for all those days. But in a strange medical facility, surrounded by medical droids. I freaked out and basically demolished half of the med bay. The commotion notified Plo Koon and Kit Fisto who came rushing in and immediately tried to calm me with help of the Force.
Unfortunately, that did not work out as they wanted it to… because realizing I had been saved by Jedi made my vision go red. The Jedi were just as much to blame for the destroyed waste that was once Dathomir as the Separatists. I lunged at Fisto, giving him a good right kick to the side of his head. Then launching of off his shoulder towards Plo, coming down with a left hook. Plo was prepared however and dodged out of the way swiftly.
“You need to calm down young one. You are severely dehydrated and not in the condition to be moving around.” He said in a calm tone.
“Soon you’ll be the one who won’t be moving around” I screamed.
Plo simply sighed as he channeled the Force once again and locked me in place. He turned to Kit and spoke.
“Is staring the only thing you can do, my friend? Or are you going to help me tie her down?”
“Them.” I said with a strained voice.
“Sorry?”
“I… I am not a woman, nor argh, nor am I a man.”
“You are an interesting one, aren’t you?” Kit said grinning. “Can we keep her, them sorry, Master Plo? I think they will make for an excellent Padawan.”
“I would rather have starved underneath that tree and the burning suns of Dathomir than become the lap dog of some filthy Jedi! You blame those droids for the desolation of my home! But the Republic and their so-called peace knights are just as much to blame for bringing war and destruction to my planet!” I yelled, despite of being held tightly by the Force.
“If you truly wish for a slow and painful death, rather than being saved by filthy Jedi, I can have this ship turned around.” Master Plo replied
“How are you even able to speak while Master Plo is holding you down? Even if you have a good connection to the Force, quite few are able to resist this much” Kit followed.
“I might be a child in your eyes, but I am a Night Sister non the less. Not some defenseless peasant on the sides of your streets. I know the ways of the Force. We Night Sisters just use it differently. So, if you are done with asking useless questions. I would like to have that slow and painful death and join my Sisters.” I said to the green Jedi.
“Well as much as you might want that little Night Sister, I am afraid that neither I nor Master Plo can actually allow that.”
“But you just said-”
“So, he did” Kit Fisto cut them off. “But that would mean letting someone we could have helped die. And on purpose at that. No, that simply cannot do.”
“It is time for you to go to sleep young one.” As the one called Master Plo finished his sentence, everything became dark once more. As both of the Jedi forced me into unconsciousness.