My name is Greyson Solo of Jakku.
I think Greyson sounds stupid.
It's Grey.
I'd like to go into a dramatic introduction, in which your eyes will get all cloudy, and I'll have to mention Luke or Anakin, or both.
But I'd rather not.
I'll cut right to the point.
Cue the lights, Chewie.
For a long time, people have wondered how on earth Anakin even existed.
He had no father, it was proven.
They call people like us Force Babies.
The Force just sort of puts us here and says, 'Do your thing' or something inspirational like that.
It's unfortunate, really.
It's strange enough wandering the world as an unofficial orphan, but even more so when the Force reveals you to your parents.
It's complicated.
All you need to know is that I'm theirs. Rey of Jakku and that idiot Ren.
I was actually supposed to exist much later in the story, which… makes sense.
But no, the Force just had to make me come here to fix some things my grandparents did…
Anyway, at least there's one bright side to all of this. And that's that the force feels a little bit bad for me… it's a nasty shock us Force kids give to exist… believe me, it's not a warm welcome we get, and… can you blame the poor people that get us?
The force lets me correspond with Skywalker. And Luke too. Padme's gives me advice on clothing and sometimes combs out my hair. They're not perfect either, but at least the whole Jedi council has my back.
Oh yeah… so, my name.
As you may have already guessed, my name has a strange quality to it.
Grey is a boring color.
It's the color of elephants though, so that's neat.
Still, it's weird being named after a color…
I still think Turquoise would have been a better choice…
Or purple, that holds some mysteriousness to it, I think.
I mean. yes… the force runs deep in my family, so it was fitting I had some symbolic name… but Grey? Really? It sounds like a Clone name.
I'd have rathered Cody for a name. Or Rex.
But that's not the point.
The point is, you hear my story.
And… and that story will have to wait until another time since… oh ok… that's… convenient.
I'm told we're under attack… and I have to go into hiding. It's been common these last few days, so I'm not too worried.
Until another time,
Grey Jedi
Also, this whole journal thing wasn't my idea. Leia thinks it'll help me keep track of stuff that goes on, but I doubt it.
I feel like writing down the Resistance's deepest secrets in a leather book is just begging to be stolen and read by the First Order, in turn making us way more vulnerable. Nonsense, Poe tells me. But I'm still going to be careful just what I put in this beat up diary. Rey doesn't seem to care much what I do, she tries to distance herself from me most of the time.
I don't blame her.
But this whole thing is strange to me too- here's Finn. He's come to pick me up, probably to throw me in some cluttered ship and put me in a cave with just enough supplies to barely survive.
Sometimes, I wish the force hadn't chosen me.
But I guess I didn't really have a choice.