Son of a Clone Trooper - Is It Me You're Looking For?

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.