Dark Guard Journals: Entry 15

"This will be my final entry. The Galactic Civil War is over, and it's ended exactly the opposite of how I thought it would. The emperor and Lord Vader are dead, the Death Star has been destroyed, and the Rebel Alliance has triumphed. I was on the other side of the galaxy at the time of the battle taking place, escorting an Imperial diplomat. When I received the news of the result of the battle, I was shocked, to be honest. I never thought that this band of rebels, which started as a small group of senators, a blind jedi, and Vader's former apprentice, would eventually be the downfall of this Empire. With this result, though, I must start thinking of my own future. I've considered simply joining the new government that the rebels are trying to form, and just never inform them of my past. However, I can't bring myself to do that, and betray the government I've spent my whole military career defending. Sure, I could stick with the remaining Imperial forces spread out across the galaxy, but without unification, the leaders of the different forces will soon start bickering amongst themselves, I'm sure of it. So, I've decided to find a planet well removed from the rebels and the Imperials alike, and spend the rest of my days in peace. My time in the Republic and Empire was one of strange events, and even stranger people, but it's time that I move on. I'm not sure where I'll be going, all I know is that it'll be somewhere where I don't have to be reminded of everything that has occurred since I joined the Republic as a senate commando, all those years ago. As for these journals, I'll be hiding them somewhere safe, somewhere where they hopefully won't be found until I'm long gone. Now, the only thing left to say is that this is Davis Yoodum, better known as Parla Raramente, signing off."

-Davis Yoodum