It's not often that I visit Nar Shaddaa. I haven't been in almost six years. I haven't been since Malachor.
It's been a rough six years. I have been searching for her tirelessly since she took off in the Ebon Hawk and laid waste to whatever other conquest on which she set herself. I think she took that idiot Atton with her. Or maybe he died on that god forsaken rock like she thought I did. She loved him, I think - or maybe she didn't. If I find them together, I'll be sure to put a blaster to his head before I do the same to her.
These are the life and times of Mira the bounty hunter, Mira the angry ex-lover.
Mira the Republic general.
Mira the Jedi Master.
I feel like I'm searching out here for nothing. I love the work I've done with Brianna and Mical and Atris and the others. But I keep feeling like I'm fake for doing the good work I do when all I really want is to take Meetra's skull and smash it into the ground. I want to feel her pain and revel in it. I want to bathe in her blood. But does that make me a bad person? All I want is revenge. All I want is justice, which is what I pursue for the rest of the galaxy. I deserve it, too.
Meetra probably isn't even on this rock. But Carth told me that he heard from Republic intel that she was in this sector. I know that she would come back here. She'll probably be in the Refugee Sector, assuring the safety of the refugees by murdering the Serroco or the Exchange Overlords. She always let the greater good get in the way of the moral high ground. I might not even need to meet with Carth. I can probably find her shoving her saber into whatever thug is picking on an orphan.
The ship is touching down now. End recording.