Plo Koon POV:

Such a poor child. Not even able to talk properly yet, and every known bit of her past is demolished. She's got those beautiful, sky blue, wistful eyes. She must be the Force-sensitive child the Jedi Council sent me to fetch.

In a guilty sense, I am glad her parents are dead. It breaks me every time I have to take a child who has barely even learned how to walk to a rough place like Coruscant. I sense the fear, anger, and sadness parents feel when their glorious daughter or son is snatched away before their very eyes, to participate in an order they don't know about.

My Delta-7 Starfighter wobbled as a large kaboom echoed from the left flank of my ship and the back, disabling my hyperdrive. A laggy message was received by my ship.

"Hand over the child." The transmission said. The person speaking looked like a Togruta, despite having a hood over his face. His long red montrals gathered around his shoulders, giving away his identity. He had two blasters on his hips, and he wore a dark, dusty black vest, and a ride was looped around his waist. He wore shiny black boots, and had a menacing, gravelly voice.

"You have three minutes to decide."

I huffed. Decide? I didn't need to as I was intent on keeping the child. There was no need to be scared of a blaster-wielding dude.

I turned my ship around and fired at the freight ship behind me, which fired back with sharp green bolts. He made a few quick rotations and then fired at me again, missing but nearly causing me a heart attack. I slammed my fist into the button to activate the shield, but a barrage of lasers from the ship completely broke apart my ship, the smaller pieces falling away as the cockpit drifted around aimlessly. I quickly clicked my comm and sent an emergency signal to the Council.

I quickly placed a ventilator and a special suit on Ahsoka to help sustain the cute little Togruta in the pressure of space, then I dashed out. I had no time to get into my suit before the bolts from the cargo ship's cannon rained down on the window, breaking the glass. The cargo ship was dashing towards us, trying to land near the Delta-7 so it could pull the child and sell her on the black market to some lowly Sith.

Ahsoka watched with large, fearful eyes. Then, she began to cry.

"Shush, shush." I whispered, rubbing her back. She looked at me, and, to my surprise, gave me a hug. I felt a wave of affection wash over me, and I didn't try to expel this emotion into the Force. For once, I didn't care about the Jedi Code that banned attachments. I smiled, then brandished my blue lightsaber and jumped outside to face the Togruta bounty hunter.

"We've met a Jedi." The Togruta smirked, pulling off his hood. "Send our warm regards to your ancestors when you die."

"We?" I asked, a bit concerned.

Three more figures stepped from the shadow, all of them carrying a Magna Guard-styled staff and one or more blasters. There are several species, and some recognizable bounty hunters.

"Outnumbered, Jedi." One of them sneered.

"Payday! The child will sell for a large price on the black market. Force-sensitive children make great slaves and are much stronger than most." The other grins devilishly.

I activated my lightsaber while they began to attack me. They were experienced fighters, but were very predictable. I easily defeated two of them, but three more Togrutas stepped up behind me and shocked me with some device, before raining blaster bolts on my head.

The intense pain caused me to collapse and lose control for a few moments, but it was long enough for one of them to latch a thin rope around my ankle and yank me to the ground, before stunning me with the device again.

A small head popped up from the ship, and I glanced at it. My breath stopped.

Not Ahsoka. Please, Force, don't let them take her...

She stared as the Togruta cooing at her, beckoning her in their own language. She stared at me, then at the hunters, and then hissed. She raised her hands (which causes a few laughs among the hunters), Force pushing them backwards. It's weak, but it's enough time bought for me to pry loose from the rope. I dueled with them, cutting them down now that there were no more dirty tricks. It took a lot of effort, but I finish the last one before I spot a few Republican ships approaching. They picked us up, and I sighed in relief.

As we land in the hangar at Coruscant, I gently carry the child. I feel a warm, almost fatherly feeling, as she shyly clings to my legs when the clones salute me.

Yes, I look down and think.

You'll be my little 'Soka.