Hey Logger, you won't believe how much trouble I just stirred up. Why am I talking to you like you're a person? So I got off and sorta disappeared on Radium once we landed and I'd go back and change that if I could cuz I feel really bad about it now. But don't you tell me that I did something stupid right after I promised ya no more mistakes. Anyhow, right after I ran off, I saw this one guy with a blue uniform coming.

By the Force, he was mad as a rancor! But it's not like mad when Dad's mad. It's more like when bounty hunters don't get what they look for. Don't ask me how I know this; I just do.

I'm not too far outside the spaceport right now and I guess this is Coronet. I dunno if it's normal, but this place stinks, literally. I mean the streets smell and they're gray and it just looks so… It's like everyone's just trying to live and nobody has any money. Oh yeah, I know now, it's just so run-down! Just how do people live here? It's worse than the worst part of Ossus!

It wasn't too hard to find a computer terminal, so I looked for this Radium Alkalor and he works for this lady. Told me that I couldn't have access to CorSec names from that layer of command. She's got brown hair and blue eyes and she's kinda not exactly fat, but almost. I got a feeling about her, but I'll see what's in the city first. And maybe I'll be able to do something with that starfighter once I get it back. Somehow.

Emperor's black bones! Why didn't I think about my fighter when I got caught?

How about this: I'll suck it up, go up to CorSec, or whatever they're called, and say 'hi, I'm the kid that you got on the borders and I'd like my fighter back'?

Nah. Scratch it. It'll just make me look more like a greenie than I already do. It's bad enough not being able to out-fly 'em. At least they don't know that my grandpa started Rogue Squadron. Oh wait, I forgot again, you're not a person. You're just Logger. By the stars, I'm talking to you like you are a person. Just how depressing does it get?

But this entire world's depressing. Yeah, must be Corellia. Ain't nothing like what Great-Uncle Han told me, but how old is he? Oh yeah, nine years older than Grandpa, who's more than seventy years older than me. Dang. Now that I think of it, Uncle Han told me only one story before he died.

All of this Coronet around me looks dirty and gray and I'm wearing bright red. Oh my kriffing stars I'm standing out like some sore thumb. And I left all of my clothes in my fighter. Go figure. No wonder that lady over there on the corner tried to sell me whatever she's got. That store looks like somebody just bombed it. Well, so does my room back on Ossus, but that's a store. She must've thought I was made of credits!

I better buy some new clothes. Lemme see what money I got left. Stang it. Nothing but republic creds. Do they even take those here? Just how many things did I forget when I got here?

Well, there's only one way to know, right?