Running, it’s
something that I am good at. I have had
a lot of practice at it. I was pretty
much born to it. Why should things be
any different now? It’s been months
since I fled the Smuggler’s Moon. I’ve
holed up in nearly every backwater planet in the known galaxy. I’ve stayed away because while the Empire may
not look here for me, bounty hunters surely will. I have come to the conclusion that it doesn’t
matter though. They find me no matter
what I do, so why not keep sharing my story?
Hutt’s and their bounty hunters… Is there anything more persistent in
this galaxy?
Oh and how’s
this for irony? Boba Fett is hunting
me. That’s right my “uncle” is tracking
me around the galaxy. To add more irony
to the situation, he apparently hates Jedi with a passion. He’s understandably upset, given that it was
a Jedi who killed Jango, and rumor has it, right in front of him too. If someone killed my father, especially right
in front of me, I would be absolutely incensed.
Undoubtedly the Hutt told him I was a Jedi and surely showed him the
footage. I can’t imagine I would be
worth enough in terms of bounty for the legend that is Boba Fett to be tracking
me without personal motivation.
Thankfully we haven’t had any run-ins just yet, but there have been a
few near misses.
I can feel
him in the Force when he gets close. The
first time, for a moment, I thought it was my father. It didn’t take long to realize though, that
the signature was different. For one, he
was sober, but there was a decided “taste” of malice in there, along with a
calculating precision I haven’t ever felt in my father. The result was a serious and alarming sense of
danger that had me fleeing in very short order.
I now have his Force signature emblazoned on my mind and will avoid it
every time I feel it.
That being
the case, I will now only post the accounts of my adventures while on the move
and will refrain from disclosing my origin or destination. In the worst case a bounty hunter will have a
general idea of where I was at some point when I transmitted. Strange too that I feel so compelled to share
my adventures. Experience has told me
that it is generally a very good idea to listen to those compulsions
however. They have kept me alive where most
other beings would have died.
I recently
tried to contact my smuggler friend but he was nowhere to be found. I thought perhaps he and his Wookiee might
like another companion. It would keep me
moving and I would make some money.
Strange that shortly after Alderaan was vaporized he disappeared from
contact. Something in the Force is
telling me that I will run into him again.
I look forward to that day.
As for me,
well, it’s hard to say. I feel as if I
am at a crossroads. Many beings have
fallen at my hands in these last few months.
Every time I use the lightning I feel something inside me change. I seem to further detach from my sense of
compassion. Perhaps it’s just
desensitizing from the killing I am forced to engage in. I am finding that however intoxicating its
power is, that I am reluctant to use it.
I don’t like the way I feel afterward.
I am losing my humanity a little at a time and it frightens me. I have to make some choices and my instincts
tell me that the choices I am about to make are going to alter my destiny
forever either way I go. I hope I make
the right choices when they are presented to me.
I recently
discovered this small blue cube. It was
humming with the power of the Force when I stumbled across it in an abandoned
temple in the Outer Rim. On the surface
it was a very beautiful artifact with intricate scroll and crystal work, but in
the Force it was amazing. It swam in
swirls of blue light and conveyed a sense of peace and happiness. The closer I got to it, the more my worries
seemed to peel away. I am now keeping it
in my quarters aboard the ship. It is
soothing and I sleep better and have better dreams with it there. I have been trying to figure out what it is,
but to no avail. I sense that I can
learn much from it.
Well my
navicomputer is telling me I am about to come out of hyperspace. I will do a couple of unusual jumps to try
and cover my tracks before I make for my next stopping point. It’s terrible how much work I have to go
through just to slow down the multitude of bounty hunters who are undoubtedly
stalking me across the stars. There are
others seeking me too. I can feel them
using the Force to try and find me. The
vast majority of them are dark, like my mother.
I can feel them and their anger reaching out towards me every time I
stop. Staying a step ahead of them is harder
than the bounty hunters. There’s another
one though, like the cube, it’s peaceful and calm. It seems to be with me all the time, but
rather than trying to overtake me, it seems to be observing me from a distance. At times it seems to even aid me. Even now I can reach out and feel its
presence with me, and… Ahhh! It’s Fett.
