"Aroka!" My father yells. "Aroka come here!"
"Coming father!" I run through the swamp to meet him.
"Aroka. This is Commandar Cody, he wants to speak with you." My father points to the uniformed strange man.
"Hello Jedi Aroka." He speaks through his helmet.
"Oh, my daughters not a Jedi."
"Her mother was."
"Doesn't mean she is!"
"Father!" I lightly shove him away from the conversation. "I'm sorry, my father can be pushy-"
"If I think what you're going to do commander, you can leave." My father forces his way back into the conversation.
"Sorry sir, but I won't be doing that. I've come to protect her."
"Protecting me?"
"Why yes, seems to be people hunting you down, because of what your mother did."
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My Mother, the Jedi
FanfictionThe name's Aroka Staal, daughter of Jedi Master Alsou Dooka. My mother wasn't a well known jedi, she was only a master for about two years. My father, a poor farmer merchant, Coula Staal, is the reason my mother was only a master for a short amount...
