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From the Journals of a Former Jedi: Part I
7 years. 7 long, arduous years I’d spent working meticulously to hide my true nature, what I really was, from those around me. And just like that, in a moment of weakness, I let my emotions get the best of me and threw it all away. It was bound to happen at some point I suppose. I’d spent so long trying to cut myself off from the Force, letting the reminders of the teachings I had worked my whole life to master just slip away over time. But in a galaxy under the Empire, a mistake like the one I made means certain death. That’s why I’ve decided to make this holojournal. I’m going to try to detail my thoughts and the explain what has and will happen to me, for whoever may care one day.
I suppose I ought to start from the beginning, give a bit of background on myself. Jericho Chaser. That’s my name. Or it has been for the last 7 years. Before that I was Jerrus Ch’Noa: valiant Knight of the Jedi Order. Heh. I had spent my whole life, 25 years, dedicated to the Order. It was all I knew, all I was. And then that day... that day my whole world collapsed around me. I lost everything... everyone... I even lost a part of myself, in a way. After that, I tried to survive. I traveled from planet to planet, port to port, trying to get by and stay low.
Eventually I settled on the small Outer Rim planet of Nixio. So insignificant it doesn’t even show up on some star charts. The perfect place to lie low. But I came to learn the people of Nixio had a secret. Many of them were part of a group that called themselves The People’s Freedom Coalition. They allowed freedom fighting cells across the galaxy to use Nixio as a stop to stash and run supplies and weapons as they moved throughout the galaxy. It was a perfect plan, and it worked without a hitch for several years. I joined up and helped where I could, using my tool repair shop I had opened to help fix snd repurpose old weapons for the freedom fighters. The leader of our coalition was an old Separatist who had served in the Clone Wars. Everyone simply called him The Colonel, and no one dared to challenge his word. I had my apprehensions about him at first due to his background, but he was no Count Dooku or Viceroy Gunray. He simply wanted a free galaxy, and at this point we had a common enemy in the Empire.
We continued on helping freedom fighters lie low and gather supplies from our small outpost planet, when on one fateful day, a small transport pulled into our city carrying a team of insurgents who had just narrowly escaped an Imperial research base. They had managed to steal schematics to top secret Imperial weaponry that was in the early stages of development, and had come to us looking for a place to lie low. However, it wasn’t more than a few short hours when an Imperial Star Destroyer roared out of hyperspace over Nixio. Almost immediately, TIE bombers screamed down to the surface and dropped a deadly barrage on our city. After the initial bombing, the Empire began to deploy its ground troops. All of the members of the People’s Freedom Coalition scrambled to gather our weapons and set up barricades in the streets. The Colonel barked orders at us as we dashed around in preparation. We had drilled for this dozens of times, but most members of the coalition were simple artisans and shopkeepers with no real military or combat experience. We were all nervous, and most of us seemed to know that this was a somewhat futile fight.
I was outside of a small bar alongside the Colonel when the right began. “Jericho, I need you to stay close to me during the fight,” he had said. “Things will get ugly and I know you’ll have my back.” I swore I would protect him at all costs.
Not long after we heard gunshots ring out. Imperial stormtroopers were pushing on us throughout the city. Our fellow fighters shouted out orders and information about where the enemy was on the comms, however it wasn’t enough. Pretty soon, we saw stormtroopers charging ahead at us. As they sprinted up the stairs towards our barricades, the troopers began to fire their blasters at us. We ducked behind our barricades and tried to return fire, but the Imperials were just too much. The Colonel began shouting for more reinforcements when a stormtrooper with a rotary cannon opened fire. I made a move to return fire myself, when suddenly I saw the Colonel get hit with a barrage of blaster bolts. He fell to the ground with a thud, just as more of my fellow freedom fighters began to be cut down as well.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” I shouted.
I felt my blaster fall out of my hand, and when I opened my eyes again, the stormtrooper with the rotary cannon had flown backwards down the stairs, knocking over his fellow troopers. A wave of dread washed over me as what I had just done dawned upon me. All of my work to hide, to bury my connection to the Force and blend in, and I had just thrown it all away in one emotional burst of anger. What had I done? I knew I needed to flee. As much as I wanted to help my fellow fighters, I felt in that moment an overwhelming sense that I needed to protect myself over anyone else. Looking back now, I was weak. I should’ve stayed and fought, tried to help until I couldn’t anymore. That’s what a Jedi would do, what a Jedi ought to do. But I’m not a Jedi anymore am I? I haven’t been a Jedi for 7 years. And that’s why I’m hiding in the forest outside of the city now, trying to figure out what to do next.
The Imperials have captured the city now. No doubt if they haven’t done so already, they’ll execute every last one of the people I’ve come to call my friends. Should I run? I could sneak back to the city and maybe steal I ship. I’ve always been a decent pilot. All I would need to do is beat a few TIE’s and maneuver out of range of the Star Destroyer’s cannons. It’s certainly doable. Heck, I did it before. Not like this, but eerily similar. I ran when the most important person in my life needed me, all those years ago...
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Wow! That was a long one. But writing has always been my favorite part of MOC building, haha! It’s been over a year since I built a MOC but I finally found the motivation for something. Hope you like it!
From the Journals of a Former Jedi: Part I
7 years. 7 long, arduous years I’d spent working meticulously to hide my true nature, what I really was, from those around me. And just like that, in a moment of weakness, I let my emotions get the best of me and threw it all away. It was bound to happen at some point I suppose. I’d spent so long trying to cut myself off from the Force, letting the reminders of the teachings I had worked my whole life to master just slip away over time. But in a galaxy under the Empire, a mistake like the one I made means certain death. That’s why I’ve decided to make this holojournal. I’m going to try to detail my thoughts and the explain what has and will happen to me, for whoever may care one day.
I suppose I ought to start from the beginning, give a bit of background on myself. Jericho Chaser. That’s my name. Or it has been for the last 7 years. Before that I was Jerrus Ch’Noa: valiant Knight of the Jedi Order. Heh. I had spent my whole life, 25 years, dedicated to the Order. It was all I knew, all I was. And then that day... that day my whole world collapsed around me. I lost everything... everyone... I even lost a part of myself, in a way. After that, I tried to survive. I traveled from planet to planet, port to port, trying to get by and stay low.
Eventually I settled on the small Outer Rim planet of Nixio. So insignificant it doesn’t even show up on some star charts. The perfect place to lie low. But I came to learn the people of Nixio had a secret. Many of them were part of a group that called themselves The People’s Freedom Coalition. They allowed freedom fighting cells across the galaxy to use Nixio as a stop to stash and run supplies and weapons as they moved throughout the galaxy. It was a perfect plan, and it worked without a hitch for several years. I joined up and helped where I could, using my tool repair shop I had opened to help fix snd repurpose old weapons for the freedom fighters. The leader of our coalition was an old Separatist who had served in the Clone Wars. Everyone simply called him The Colonel, and no one dared to challenge his word. I had my apprehensions about him at first due to his background, but he was no Count Dooku or Viceroy Gunray. He simply wanted a free galaxy, and at this point we had a common enemy in the Empire.
We continued on helping freedom fighters lie low and gather supplies from our small outpost planet, when on one fateful day, a small transport pulled into our city carrying a team of insurgents who had just narrowly escaped an Imperial research base. They had managed to steal schematics to top secret Imperial weaponry that was in the early stages of development, and had come to us looking for a place to lie low. However, it wasn’t more than a few short hours when an Imperial Star Destroyer roared out of hyperspace over Nixio. Almost immediately, TIE bombers screamed down to the surface and dropped a deadly barrage on our city. After the initial bombing, the Empire began to deploy its ground troops. All of the members of the People’s Freedom Coalition scrambled to gather our weapons and set up barricades in the streets. The Colonel barked orders at us as we dashed around in preparation. We had drilled for this dozens of times, but most members of the coalition were simple artisans and shopkeepers with no real military or combat experience. We were all nervous, and most of us seemed to know that this was a somewhat futile fight.
I was outside of a small bar alongside the Colonel when the right began. “Jericho, I need you to stay close to me during the fight,” he had said. “Things will get ugly and I know you’ll have my back.” I swore I would protect him at all costs.
Not long after we heard gunshots ring out. Imperial stormtroopers were pushing on us throughout the city. Our fellow fighters shouted out orders and information about where the enemy was on the comms, however it wasn’t enough. Pretty soon, we saw stormtroopers charging ahead at us. As they sprinted up the stairs towards our barricades, the troopers began to fire their blasters at us. We ducked behind our barricades and tried to return fire, but the Imperials were just too much. The Colonel began shouting for more reinforcements when a stormtrooper with a rotary cannon opened fire. I made a move to return fire myself, when suddenly I saw the Colonel get hit with a barrage of blaster bolts. He fell to the ground with a thud, just as more of my fellow freedom fighters began to be cut down as well.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” I shouted.
I felt my blaster fall out of my hand, and when I opened my eyes again, the stormtrooper with the rotary cannon had flown backwards down the stairs, knocking over his fellow troopers. A wave of dread washed over me as what I had just done dawned upon me. All of my work to hide, to bury my connection to the Force and blend in, and I had just thrown it all away in one emotional burst of anger. What had I done? I knew I needed to flee. As much as I wanted to help my fellow fighters, I felt in that moment an overwhelming sense that I needed to protect myself over anyone else. Looking back now, I was weak. I should’ve stayed and fought, tried to help until I couldn’t anymore. That’s what a Jedi would do, what a Jedi ought to do. But I’m not a Jedi anymore am I? I haven’t been a Jedi for 7 years. And that’s why I’m hiding in the forest outside of the city now, trying to figure out what to do next.
The Imperials have captured the city now. No doubt if they haven’t done so already, they’ll execute every last one of the people I’ve come to call my friends. Should I run? I could sneak back to the city and maybe steal I ship. I’ve always been a decent pilot. All I would need to do is beat a few TIE’s and maneuver out of range of the Star Destroyer’s cannons. It’s certainly doable. Heck, I did it before. Not like this, but eerily similar. I ran when the most important person in my life needed me, all those years ago...
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Wow! That was a long one. But writing has always been my favorite part of MOC building, haha! It’s been over a year since I built a MOC but I finally found the motivation for something. Hope you like it!