Rothel approaches his bed, drenched in sweat. Laying the datapad down on the sheets, he begins the journal sequences.
JOURNAL APPLICATION INITIALIZED
BOOTING RECORDS
LOCATING LATEST ENTRY: DATE - 7627.12-B7Y
ISOLATING NEW DATA SECTOR
INPUTTING NEW ENTRY: DATE - 7629.2-B7Y
VOICE TO DATA MATRIX ON STANDBY
READY TO RECORD
“It’s been… Gosh, almost three years since I’ve messed with this thing. Last entry was Treda and me goofing off… For my sanity I don’t think I’ll be accessing that one. Anyway, new beginnings and all that. Who would’ve thought… A Jedi, or at least, soon to be, hopefully. Master Sandra has been keeping me on my toes, what with all that’s been going on lately, and her training regimens. It’s… Surreal, thinking my mentor is younger than me by a couple of years, but at the same time, it really opens my eyes to the broadness of the scope here. Had I been taken on at a younger age, who knows where I would be now… That’s one of the lessons I’ve learned, even though she never really said it: age makes little difference. All it means is experience, and even then, it’s dependent on the situation, and the task…”
“Man, I’ve been… On the run for so long… It feels nice to finally stop, even if it means I’m not working on my ship and instead working on my body and mind… Wonder what happened to 'er, my ship… Lost her a year back, and it’s been hard ever since…”
“Anyway, I digress… I figured I’d log down my time as an initiate, in case something happens to me, or someone finds these logs who’s going down the same path I am. It’s been an interesting ride so far… Anyway, Sandra noticed much quicker than I gave her credit for. She knew I’d received training before, albeit not the same kind of training… Oh I was taught about the Force, how to use it… But not in ways I’m too proud of… Part of me wants to go back to Naboo and find that old man who tried to manipulate me, make me his unknowing servant… I… I don’t think that would be wise, however… I don’t need revenge, and either way, I’m without a ship. Damn… I wish I hadn’t crashed it on Raxus Prime. Just more junk for the pile I suppose…”
With each pause, Rothel sounds more and more lost in thought.
“I wonder when I’ll start working on upgrading my blade. It’s a lightsaber, no doubt about it… It’s got a blade of energy, and it cuts the air, but… It’s not a… Lightsaber… Man that sounds weird… Even with my highly-developed experience with tech, I still don’t understand its intricacies, but I plan to find out more throughout my training… I think I’ve talked long enough for this entry, so I’ll wrap it up.”
RECORDING FINISHED
FINALIZING NEW DATA SECTOR
RECORDS SAVED
APPLICATION SHUTTING DOWN
Rothel sighs quietly, collapsing on his bed and falling asleep.