Carth Onasi

(Note from Reid Anselmo: As far as I can tell from Master Varian's next journal entry, which will appear later, he was not at former Grand Master Bindo's funeral, as the ship he arrived on had taken some damage from a sandstorm. That's Tatooine for you.)

"It's a balancing act." That's what I remember from some of the old veterans that were close to retirement, when I was a recruit. That's what they would always say, when they were talking about being the liaison between the Jedi, and the secrets that brass wants to keep from them. Hell, I can't even put the details in this journal, because they'll read every damn entry I write. No offense.

I'm glad the majority of my higher ups agree with me on the Senates new law on terrorists. I agree that those Sith that commit war crimes deserve to die, but we're soldiers, and they expect us to be executioners. It's our job to bring a terrorist in, not to sentence them. That would be the Senate's job.

It's funny, in a way. Back when I first met him after his mind wiping, I openly told Revan that I didn't trust him, even though he always did me. Fast forward to now, and if he were to find out that I wasn't telling him the whole truth about all the military operations I oversee, my trust in him may never shake, but his would certainly dwindle were he to find out. And given how intelligent he is, all it would really take would be one little mistake.

Luckily, even though it was Master Bindo's funeral, I wasn't asked anything about the war at all, when I was talking to Revan at any point during the remembrance. We reminisced over memories with the old man, and memories and general. I asked about both his son, and mine, and I'm very happy to hear nothing but good things about Dustil. I knew he was a Jedi-Commander, but to hear that his journal entries read that he was refusing to execute war criminals, and elected to bring them in instead, well that's a far stretch from the hate-filled Sith I was re-introduced to, on Korriban.

Weirdly enough, or maybe in this case unexpectedly enough, Caros Morae approached me, asking a variety of questions. Because of my orders, I wasn't able to answer a lot of what he asked, but I get the feeling I'm gonna be hearing a lot about this kid in the future. He's got this look in his eyes, whenever you tell him no. I get the feeling that if he wants something, eventually he's gonna run out of people who can stop him. I just hope that feature proves to be a benefit, rather than a hindrance.

Regardless, I'm already weary of this war. If you had told me back when I was fighting the Jedi Civil War, that there would be a third war that in a short time would prove to be a bloodier conflict than the Civil War, and Mandalorian Wars combined, I would've asked you to please stop talking like that. But it turns out that my nightmare came true.

Mandalore the Preserver. I guess Canderous is more loyal to Revan than I was willing to believe he was. Still, even though I worked with him under Revan's leadership, something about a Mandalorian walking, strategizing, and working with Republic commanders will never feel right, no matter who is under the helmet.

(Note: Something happened towards the end of this entry. There's no way of knowing whether he heard soldiers nearby where he was writing this talking about what he brings up next, or he just happened to look on a computer screen, and read this while he was looking, but he wasn't happy about this. No one would be, unless they were a sick bastard.)

I know I don't agree with the Senate deciding to tell us soldiers to execute war criminals after disarming them, but I do agree with them making said execution law on terrorists. Why? Because these Sith are apparently the types to execute a man's innocent children, right in front of the father, all to cheaply gain an edge on a minimally important world. These sick bastards don't deserve the wait for a war crime trial, they deserve to die. I respect the Jedi sticking to their codes, but because of said codes, if we soldiers have to serve as executioners for these animals, than so be it.


The animalistic nature of war is enough to shake even the hardest of men's convictions.