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Oen'mai'ulen, I am Jedi Sage—

Oen'mai'lu, my name is Zoth, Sien Zoth-

Volks! I'm-

:: Several minutes later, after several attempts at beginning her personal logs, she finally settles on something.::

Oen'mai'lu, I am Sien Zoth, Jedi Sage of the Order. I've decided to keep a record of my travels, in hopes that perhaps, sometime someone will find these logs after my death and will learn from my mistakes and my success. It's funny that I should say that… Normally I would have never considered myself writing my life's story when I have yet to truly live it… but time is not upon my side. Each use of a specific, forgotten ability leads me closer to being one with the force. Though; I will divulge later upon those darker thoughts.

The purpose of this journal is to document my own life, trials and experiences and hope that some young Jedi, perhaps even my padawan, if I am blessed with one, will sometime read these memoirs. I wish that started these sooner, but; now is better than never.

I have recently found myself upon Alderaan, a planet that I would much rather not have found in the first place. To give you an idea of what Alderaan is like; it's cold, damp and has a great deal of snow covering its lands. What I would give to actually be back on Tattooine, even though it is a dustball, at the very least the forsaken heat- warmth is somewhat more in taste for my Iridonian blood. The political state of Alderaan is in, frankly, chaos. The Houses, which are political entities something akin to bloodline-clans, are in disarray. Upon coming to the space port, Rhu Caenus, I immediately was approached by a man announcing that we-

::The transmission pauses for a moment::

I suppose I should address who "we" is-and I assure you I will, but to continue, were approached by an individual demanding that my companions and I assist him and "House Organa" from an explosive attack. To which, I was able, with the help of my traveling companions, thwart, despite the coldness- that I care none too much for.
Before going any further, I should introduce my traveling companions. Since I was a padawan I found the company of a Trandoshan that my master, at the time, introduced me to. He is the physical strength of my team, but I find that despite his brusque exterior at times, he is a kind heart. I also travel with two humans, one is a middle aged man who is well versed within technology and the use of kolto-substances. While he claims to be a pacifist he has requested to travel with me on my 'adventures' as he so put it. I also question his motives as he is quite the womanizer.

My second human companion is a man known as Lakin Chase. Despite the fact that he is a bit older than me, I have known him since nearly my initiation as a padawan. How do I explain… Lakin.

::The transmission pauses as the saffron eyed zabrak turns her gaze to the slumbering jedi beside her at the nearly silent Shining Star Cantina. A soft sigh leaves her before continuing the transmission.::

Lakin is…

…..

::Again a pause but this time, mainly for the fact she finds herself frustrated with trying to put her words into context::

So, alright, he's a bit of a womanizer, he's stubborn, strong willed, races into battle without thinking of the consequences, and is a self-proclaimed-part-time-jedi. One can argue that perhaps he, himself has a bit of zabrak blood in himself! Jendonis… But- he's a good person, and is probably the only person I consider a 'friend'… To which conflicts me to some extent as well. How can one have a "friend" as a jedi and not find themselves in some sort of bond? …This truly is something that I struggle with, even now.

Rather than dwelling upon

In any case; there is much about Lakin that I can't help but find myself curious… He's much worldlier than I. Though one thing I have learned about him is that he was not raised on Tython like me. He was not taken by child at birth and taught the ways of the Jedi since infancy. Lakin was found by his first master when he was older than the 'traditional' age; and despite the council's hesitance, he was trained to be a jedi in order to control his abilities. I… admire him for this. While this may sound odd coming from someone who was raised upon these strict ways; I truly do mean this. He has faced more trials than I would have ever had when I was a padawan or even before becoming a padawan. I believe that I have much to learn from him, and I take each day in stride with him. Though… I have a cloud of weight upon my shoulders at the same time… There is much to him that I do not know, and I believe he too- has a dark past… As have I… As I was not what one would call anything near a 'model padawan'.

There is much that… I regret. However, meeting Lakin, was not one.

I have dwindled far off topic from my original intentions of explaining why I am here on Alderaan and what has happened thus far. I must remedy that-

The reason why I am here upon Alderaan is of the council's wishes. Masters of the Jedi ways have fallen gravely ill, and I am the only one who has the ability to heal their sickness. But upon doing so, each time, a bit of my life is spent, and ultimately it will kill me. I will have exhausted what energy I have, but this too is not something I regret… This is the will of the Force. Thus far I have healed five masters and an apprentice from this darkness. I have received news from the council that a sixth master has fallen ill upon Alderaan, and I have been sent to heal her. Upon coming to the house to speak with the master, I have found that she is already at a meeting with many of the other houses, and I cannot gain access unless I speak for a house that does not have a Jedi to speak for them… This has been arranged for me. I will be taking care of this tomorrow, with luck…

Lakin has been injured because of his own tasks upon Alderaan, to which we both thus far have found ourselves in each other's company on the same planets on our travels. I wonder if this is the will of the force, surely it cannot be mere chance.

I accompanied him to his own task, one that I cannot truly divulge upon, as I do not have his permission; however it involves a very dangerous weapon that could endanger many people. Unfortunately during our meeting with a certain house; Lakin was injured… And his former master possibly killed. I do not wish to believe this however, nor does Lakin. Nevertheless, the situation has set us back a day and I now write this at the Shining Star Cantina.

I have healed the damage the best I can, but considering I am still a young Jedi; I cannot fully heal everything that comes my way… And the use of any sort of any healing ability taxes me greatly… To which I hide from Lakin. Perhaps it is time for me to look into carrying kolto packs afterall. I can tell however, that he sees it in me… It probably did not help that I nearly broke down at Carrick Station the other day, while he stood helplessly by uncertain… I cannot allow that to happen again.

I…

::A brief pause::

There is no emotion, there is peace.

::There is another very long pause within the transmission before it resumes, this time several hours::

Lakin woke favoring his leg, after… A dream of sorts, I'm… not sure how to address it really… I tended to his injury despite his protests. I'm hoping that we will be able to continue shortly, but I do not wish to rush his recovery. However, something still lingers in the back of my mind, when he was resting Lakin pressed close to me and whispered a name or perhaps a word… "Mira". While it is not my place to question, I cannot lie, I am curious. But I will not press him, I know how it is to be pressed, and it nearly caused an argument with him on Nar Shaddaa with his concerns for me. He will come to me when he is ready.

This being said, I should end transmission for now, no doubt he will want to get ready to travel again soon, as am I.

Sien Zoth, Signing out.

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