Diary of an Alleged Jedi/6

Entry number: 6

Entry mode: typed

OK, let me see if I can figure out what's happened here. Right now, I'm on board the junk hauler Last Resort in the Taris system's asteroid field. How did I get here? I could probably write a holonovel about that, but I don't have time to.

This old beater has a working comm. Everybody else is resting. I'm seriously considering pulling this thing out of the asteroids long enough to contact Master Vandar at the Dantooine academy. The problem is that doing so could attract unwanted attention. I'm trying to decide if it's worth the risk.

While I think about that, I'm going to try to recap what's happened since my last entry. Gryph and I hid in a Kedorzhan pub. I thought that was crazy at first, but it turns out they were all essentially blind, so we stayed there for a while. Then I asked Gryph to get us off-planet. He laid a false trail to the Undercity and after surviving a run-in with a gang, took us to a junkyard, where we met Jarael and Camper. They didn't want anything to do with us at first, but eventually they let us escape in their ship when the constable and my Masters showed up. That brings me to where I am now.

Anyway, back in that pub was where I realized the problem: My Masters hate the Sith, but Jedi aren't allowed to hate. Something's off, and I should have seen it before. They were afraid of... something. I don't know what, but I need to find out. I decided that I need to retrace my training to figure it out. I need to know why they did this. That's my purpose right now. The only question is where to begin.

I think I'm going to start by contacting Dantooine. They've probably already heard what happened from my Masters, but they need to hear the truth. If any Jedi will believe me, Master Vandar will.

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