He had ran from it all. First the training droids on Kamino and now the Empire. He knew that he wasn't going to make it that far. He had almost beaten the life out of an unknown brother of his to disguise himself. He had made it through all of the security. Running for his life had taken more energy than it should have done.

He looked around. He was now in the centre of some sort of park. He could see tall turquoise buildings, engraved with all sorts of markings. He knew where he was. Mandalore.

His heart continued to race. Why was the Empire here? Why am I here?

His eyes dart around like frogs, trying to locate any stormtroopers or security. Suddenly, he could make out two guards running in his direction. They were escorting some sort of important ginger man.  He tried to move. His heart screamed out in pain. The hole in his heart had torn. He hit the ground. The last thing he saw was the ginger man kneeling down beside him.