Note: This was written waaaay before I knew anything about Episode Three, so I guess you'd call it an AU fic. It's not one of my better writings but it's not so bad. I was going to continue it, but I wasn't so sure. So I'll put it up here and continue it if I feel the need to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Wish I did though.

One person might think I am a ruthless pirate, another might think that I am a lost child, yet another might think I am nobody.

To be truly honest with myself, I do not know who I am.

Ever since my home planet was invaded I have been several people. People who are not me, people I must be to survive. I am alone in the world. There is nobody I can trust; nobody I will trust.

I was four when my planet was over-run by the Republic Army. They took it over, claiming it to be connected with the Trade Federation. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, I guess we'll never know. All I know is that hundreds of people lost their lives that day, most of them innocent bystanders gunned down by trigger-happy clones.

My parents went to fight. I was left my with my grandmother, what hope did either of us have when the clones broke into our house?

I can answer that easily.

None.

When we did not answer the door, they broke it down. There were two Jedi with them. Jedi of the Republic -how everyone feared, yet hated that name.

One was a woman; one was a man. The woman was gentle looking, even though she had a blue lightsaber in her hand. The man was dark skinned, bald. I remember thinking that I could've laughed had the situation not been so serious.

Both the Jedi stared at me. I glared back.

"The little one is Force Sensitive," said the man, "I will take her. The old one can go to the nearest camp"

The clones nodded, advancing on us.

"Leave us alone!" My grandmother cried, her voice shaky with fear.

It was over in a flash.

My grandmother was taken away, unconscious, to a camp. I was taken away by the Jedi to a ship, I was unconscious also.

I don't remember too much more.

I do not want to.