Prelude:
A twi'lek orphan girl in a slum on Ryloth was about to give up hope; she was hungry and sick, beaten from a fight with a bunch of other orphan kids for the scraps of food they could find in the trash piles.
She was sitting on the side of a dark alleyway, enduring the pain of her gnawing hunger and thirst.
She was forced to drink water from a dirty puddle yesterday since there was no clearer source of water to be found. Now she had a fever. She knew that it was a risk, but she had no other choice...
Now it will be over at least faster, she thought with sadness, but also relief. With her hazy mind, she finally realized that someone was standing before her, a tall man, a human man? She couldn't make out his features. At least she will not be alone in her last moments. Suddenly, she felt happy and calm, like everything was going to be alright. It was probably from the hunger. She felt light-headed for a while now.
Her reasoning gone, she didn't know if this was a wishful dream or reality anymore. Her heavy eyelids slowly closed, but she heard the words of the man calling for her, telling her about a purpose that she… only she could fulfill. It was such a fresh thought, the idea… that someone needed her.
The girl had a funny thought at the moment. A wish of sorts… she desired to be useful to this man, even if she had to give her life for that cause… It was a lot better than dieing on the roadside. Only if this was truly true, then she finally could be useful for someone.
With that thought on her fragile mind, the girl lost consciousness from her growing fever and various other conditions.
Meanwhile, the stranger was looking at the small, probably five or six-year-old child. He looked at the girl, but there was no pity in his aging eyes. Only realization.
"So be it." — He said.
The force made him come to this place. It led him into this alley at the right time to save this light gray twi'lek girl. She was a bastard child of a whore, most likely dropped on the streets, or orphaned in some other typically cruel way. But that did not matter for the bearded man. He wasn't a soft man that would help just any stray child without thought. That said, he wasn't a particularly cruel person either. Merely realistically pragmatic, in a world filled with death and chaos, that trait was for the better.
What mattered to him was the fact that he could sense a spark of the force inside said girl… The force surrounded her. It swirled, circling her broken form like a twisted raging storm, drawing his attention to her until he reached her side. Then it calmed and became still as night.
A shatter point. He recognized the signs, and he felt it as well. The future has changed drastically, the moment he laid eyes on the little twi'lek.
He knew now that she was the one he was searching for. Crouching down, he gently picked up the girl and walked back to his ship hastily.
"Don't die on me now, after all that trouble I went through to find you." — The man cursed while panting heavily. He was old, his beard was entirely white. The spring in his steps and deep wrinkles were telltale signs of a battle-hardened veteran. Or at least a hard life, with heavy physical labor.
The man ran up the ramp of his ship, straight into its medical room. Carefully placing the trembling, feverish girl on the table while two different medical droids booted up and started to scan the girl's body. Each droid had four different arms, giving the girl antibiotics and bacta poultices on her forehead, with at least a few doses of immune re-invigorators and energy infusions.
About seven years later.
'It happened on a silent night. I was sleeping in my cabin as usual, and I had a dream. The dream didn't feel too unusual. Well, not more than my other dreams, to be fair, in this one I was standing before my master. The kind, old master who took pity on me a few years ago, and took me under his wings.'
'Without him, I would be dead by now or taken as a slave, which does not sound any better. Nevertheless, I should not wander off-topic, it is a bad habit, and master always told me, that I should be as precise and straightforward with my words, as I aspired to be with my lightsaber.'
'To my shame, this was a lesson I could never really learn from him, not well anyway.'
'I was in my cabin, dreaming of a strange, dimly lit room, one I had never seen before.'
'Inside the room, there was a clear pond filling up its center. Then a voice called out to me, a voice I instantly recognized. It was my master's somewhat weak voice. I saw him standing on the other side of the room, clothed in formal attire.'
'He was smiling at me, yet I saw sadness in his old eyes surrounded with wrinkles, but there was also hope, much more hope than sadness, which confused yet also reassured me.'
'The dream ended at that moment since the door in my room opened. Followed by a smooth hiss caused by the escaping air pressure, which was released through the opening mechanism built inside the door.'
'Your average twi'lek would not even budge from that small noise, but I was taught otherwise. To sense the slightest shift in my surroundings, to react to danger, preferably in time. That was why I opened my eyes and turned towards the door, instinctively grabbing the hilt of my lightsaber.'
'I saw as my master stood in the doorframe, watching my hurried movements with an amused smile. His gray hair matched his gray robes well, not even mentioning his almost entirely white beard. There was also something else I noticed; he was clothed in ceremonial attire, the same I saw in my dream. This put me a bit more on guard, master told me about the special dreams, which the gifted people had from time to time.'