Warning: The following is an excerpt of the last entry from the diary of Ex-Padawan Barriss Offee, criminal and murderer of the Grand Republic. Read at your own risk.

What have we become?

We, the exulted Jedi, who have allowed ourselves to become stranded from our ways that we once held sacred. We, who call ourselves peacekeepers, but don't hesitate to kill if it suits our needs. How can a peacekeeper fight a war?

Who are we, in this galaxy filled with war? Are we really the saviors that we are allowed ourselves to be called? Saviors that allow children to starve and parents to die from sickness because all of their money is spent on the war, this stupid war, which is a like a fight between two children who can't be bothered to share. The war which we helped to fuel.

If the Republic hasn't already failed, it is only a matter of wayward hours before the tall building of the Senate and the hopes and dreams we once held so dear come crashing down, along with our own tall towers of the Jedi Temple. It is our own fault.

How are we saviors?

We, who pull on our robes, cut off the braids of our childhood, swear to do good, but allow children to die? Us, saviors?

Or are we the villains in this great conflict, warriors of the Dark Side? Is that truly what we have allowed ourselves to become?

I believe so.

And that is what my attack on the temple will be. An attack on what we have allowed ourselves to become. A call, a plead for someone to realize what is happening and stop this war, this great crime.

...Three...

...Two...

...One...

My only hope is that these lives will not have been taken in vain.