“You need to get her out of here.” “What? How? Why?” My hands shook as I grabbed my daughter from her crib. “They know. The Jedi know. They’re coming for her.” I wanted to stay. To fight. Why was it my daughter who had been born with this accursed gift? Gunshots sounded from outside. I could hear the sizzling of lightsabers on flesh. Oh, they were here alright. “Go! I told you to get out of here!” The door banged open. Too late too late too late. The words ran around in frantic circles in my head. I made a break for the back door but a purple blade of light stopped me in my tracks. I looked up into the face of a dark skinned, serious looking man. “Hand the baby over, and we will cause no more trouble.” He said. I clutched her closer to my chest. “As decreed by the Jedi High Council, you are subject to hand your daughter over. You have already evaded us long enough.” He commanded this time, and the look of authority in his face made my shake even more. “You will not take her.” Behind me, I knew he had done it. He had shown this Jedi the darksaber. The look of pure shock on the Jedi’s face made me want to laugh, despite the dire situation we were in. The Jedi shoved me aside and made a grab for it. “That does not belong in such frivolous hands. It belongs in our temple.” My husband stood his ground. “Never. We are the descendants of Tarre Vizla, of the Vizla house. We rightfully own the darksaber. Leave this house before it is too late for you.” But his threat was in vain. The Jedi merely laughed and pushed him backwards into the wall, without even laying a finger on him. “Keep your wretched Darksaber, then. It is of no use to me.” He turned around. Grabbed the baby from me. “No!” I screamed. But she was out of my reach now. The Jedi held her fast. “What is her name, then?” He asked, calmly and quietly. “Calypso. Calypso V…” The Jedi cut me off with a wave of his finger. I tried to speak, but found I couldn’t. Jedi mind tricks, I reminded myself. “No, that won’t do, unfortunately. We can't have people knowing that there is a Mandalorian child training amongst the Jedi. It would cause quite and uproar. We’ll have to come up with a fake name, won’t we?” Calypso was crying now, too. She tried to reach for me, but the Jedi tucked her back into the basket he’d brought. Calypso’s tiny cries made my heart break even more. “Well, thank you, I suppose. None of this would have happened if you had just handed her over.” He said. I didn’t speak, but I think we both knew that I was never going to come quietly. Without another word, the Jedi opened the door and left. He was gone. And he had taken Calypso with him.
This was honestly really fun to write. The Jedi, if you were wondering, is Mace Windu. This was written in the pov of Calypso’s mother, by the way.
