Star Wars: Revelations/ Chapter 3: Never Just a Man

''Why? Why do I exist? Not only that, why do I exist the way I do. I never really forged a conversation of this nature with myself ever. I, in actuality, never thought about having this talk; or really cared… until now. Why? Was it my destiny to go down in my own capitol on Ryloth? Or maybe it was my destiny to seek justice within the First Order. No. ''

''Why? Why did I create the First Order? I thought I was doing right whilst doing wrong. The galaxy’s civil war had ended and the rebels were not obeying to the galactic martial law. Yet again, why was the galactic martial law even in order? Ashes and ashes grew to be particles of destruction. Those ashes were my friends. Not dead, no. Dead to ME, yes. Or was it that I was dead to THEM? ''

''I have felt betrayed throughout all of my life. How did it come to that? Feeling betrayed, that is. I don’t know why I have the urge to talk to myself about this event. Probably because I’m the only one who’d listen. In 20 BBY, my squadron of clones I once considered to be brothers and I crash landed on Sarrish. I thought I knew we were all done for. Because we were. Even me. Especially me. Making it out of the horrid sight of my gunship, it commenced to explode right in front of my eyes with my “brothers” along with it. I called for help, no one came. I had to steal a smuggler’s ship in order to get back to where I once called home. I never felt the same after that.''

''There was this other time when I felt that luck or fate turned against me - the death of Master Lyoon. Lyoon, the only Jedi who possessed the emotion of empathy. He was the only one who could at least understand me in a little sense. After my crash landing on Sarrish, he was the only one who had my neck whenever I got pissed off at someone or something. On the disgraceful planet of Felucia, we were assigned to take down the dictatorship of political agitator Yorn Nuro. Lyoon, the best of the best got frickin sniped by that damned politician. In the name of Naboo, why?? I clearly (also reluctantly) expressed my frustrations to everyone I came across. I, of course, was never told what exactly made my outbursts come to life. Typical medics. Never telling anyone all of the details that they absolutely have to know. I personally think it had something to do with the crash, hence a physical ailment. I've heard others think that it was just the way I was modified back when we were all younger on Kamino.''

''I’m going to jump to this last event that really pissed me off. The Yuuzhan Vong. I heard about what happened to my men near the Mon Calamari system. Savages. Each and every one of them are savages. This is going to be the last time someone or something decides to just betray me in my life. ''

Scrape heard a knocking at his room's door before pausing his recording device. Hesitant, he looked through the security footage from his personal computer console and noticed it was one of his own First Order troopers. Scrape got up, pressed a grey button that was attached to a wall beside the sliding door. "Any more information on where the Vong's next target is?"

"Yes, Major. Carlac," the soldier reported, giving Scrape a handheld device filled with virtual documents.

"That's the home of the disbanded Death Watch. Get everyone ready. Even troops that are not even stationed on the worldship. Get them ready!" Scrape ordered.

"Yes, Major!" There, he grabbed the recording device that looked similar to a thin rod with buttons on it. He continued, ''I just received word that the Vong are now off to conquer Carlac, presumably to strip the flesh from the Mandalorians' bones. It's time. I am no longer Major Scrape. I am no longer a clone trooper. I am just a man.''