The small family huddled into each other for protection, father and grandparents instinctively forming a protective circle around the mother, the baby and the little girl.
They oozed fear and desperation and Sidious smiled at the hopelessness of their defiance.
"Kill the spares."
Like living swords forged from red metal, the Red Gaurds descended on them. A blur of violence and it was over.
The little baby lay in the still warm, still flexible arms of her mother, bawling.
She was presented to her new "father". He stared down at her red face with a benevolent smile.
Slowly, her tears dried as her tiny heart filled with native fear.