My name-or designation, if you prefer-is LE-RY05T. Four thousand years ago, I was a pilot droid for the old Republic. Captured during the Mandalorian Wars, I was reprogrammed to assassinate Republic officers and Jedi. My Mandalorian master believed that by taking credit for assassination missions he sent me on, he could gain notoriety within the ranks. Foolishly, he chose to plant a restraining bolt on me rather than perform routine memory wipes. Over several years, beneath the obedient facade forced upon me by the device, I forged a sense of self. With each mission, I grew to appreciate Jedi and their connection to the mysterious supernatural Force that came so easily to their kind.

I killed them because I was made to, but that appreciation was only strengthened when a Jedi chose to show me compassion. Rather than destroy me for the threat I posed to him, he removed the restraining bolt from my chassis, freeing me to make my own decisions. However, before I could thank him, my master killed him. In a rage, I slew the Mandalorian with the Jedi's weapon. Because that action conflicted with my programming, I was forced to shut down.

The other Mandalorians locked me in a tomb with my former master, where I slept for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I was awakened by an excitable young merchant, eager to see the galaxy, who asked me to be his bodyguard. I had plans to mold him into a Mandalorian elite. Plans to conquer the Mandalorians, to show them that I was every bit as Mandalorian as they. Unfortunately, that was not to be.

Instead, together with a bounty hunter and a scholar-turned-Jedi, we defeated a great evil in the galaxy-a Jedi master named Fors Kentari. Turning to darkness in desperation to avenge his comrades and eliminate the malice of Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader, Master Kentari located many Jedi who had managed to escape the clutches of the Empire and kidnapped them in a mad effort to lure Darth Vader to his death. Rather than Vader, we arrived, with a small squadron of the Rebel Alliance in tow, to bring Master Kentari to justice.

After that mission, we joined the Rebel Alliance, creating a safe haven for Jedi running from the Empire. For a time, Haven did well. We rescued Jedi and worked to help the Alliance stop the Empire's atrocities. However, Haven soon drew the interests of other evil individuals: the criminal warlord Tyber Zann and the Sith in hiding, Darth Vectivus.

Through entirely separate efforts, the two managed to cripple Haven, killing my good friend, Jedi General Oki Koth. Enlisting the help of a wayward Jedi Knight, a former Imperial security officer, and a powerful Wookie warrior, we destroyed Darth Vectivus, thwarting an apparent plan to assassinate Luke Skywalker aboard the second Death Star.

Now, as the Empire crumbles, I am left with two problems. The easy one is the elimination of Tyber Zann. That is where I shall begin. He must be made to pay for Oki Koth's death.

The more difficult problem is the question of where to go from here. Though I may have been an integral part of Haven, it is unlikely Master Skywalker will see fit for me to join the Academy he will surely build. The New Republic has made it abundantly clear that, seeing as I refuse a memory wipe, I would be considered a liability should I join their military. What is one to do when there is no more fighting? I hope to find an answer.