Concordia looms big and empty looking in front of the ship. I don’t know why I’m here, But at least I know where I’m going. Landing outside the old Mandalorian mines, I immediately hear cries of: “Get out of our ship with your hands up! Leave the blaster!” I emerge from the ship and clutch the letter Windu gave me. “I come from Coruscant with a letter from Mace Windu of the Jedi High council. I mean no harm.” The leader steps forward and removes his helmet. I remember his name is Pre Vizsla. I hold out the letter. He walks forward and snatches it from me. “Let’s see what that old dank farrick has to say. It’s probably an apology. About time, too. He’s still going to pay.” His nasty leer slowly fades into a sad frown. He shows the letter to another Mandalorian standing next to him. He looks up. “What’s your name, girl?” He asks. The entire group of them seems to be holding their breath. “Calypso. Calypso Lesaner.” I say, holding my head high. “No. No, that’s not it. Your first name is Calypso, but that is not your last name.” “Excuse me, but what exactly are you saying?” I say. My breath is shaky. “Your last name is not ‘Lesaner.’ Your last name is Vizsla.” I feel my eyes widen. “What?” He grabs my arm and holds it up, smiling. “This is the best day of all of our lives. The Jedi have returned my daughter. Welcome home, little Cali.”
Who guessed it >:D ?
