Entry Forty-Seven – Days After Geonosis, Three Hundred and Two
My reports are written, but I no longer hold confidence they will stir any others to action. Truthfully, I suspect they may well do the opposite. Mentioning cthons is sure to draw skeptical grimaces from Coruscant's upper crust. They would prefer to pretend such monsters were eliminated long ago. Or that they never existed in the first place.
YH-life is clearly viewed as an underworld problem, one that it will fall on the underworld to resolve. And if that resolution involves incalculable loss of life those above will simply shrug. I cannot agree with that assessment, not merely its callousness, though that burns, but also its lack of understanding. The alien intelligence lurking in the hidden places does not differentiate by levels as the Coruscanti do. Whatever it desires encompasses the planet entire, and perhaps far more.
The mundane threat is mirrored in the Force. I am certain of this now. This thing, shapeless black and yellow admixed into one, it is aware of me. It senses across the gulf of biology through the Force itself, though even there it somehow remains foreign in feeling. I have found no precedent for the latter phenomenon in the archives. I do not even know how to even raise the matter with Master Rancisis or any of the others. It leaves me near to despair when considering the problem.
Nevertheless, I must do what I can. I have taken action to 'put the word out,' as it is said, that I am seeking information regarding YH-life and all potentially related incidents, both through such official networks as the police and medcenters, and through the far more dubious means of patient gossip. Poor Tesso, he will no doubt be pushed near to overload attempting to screen out useful responses, but I see no alternative. The Norcha found an essential clue, but they passed the information onto Mr. Logas. I need to hear of future discoveries first.
Logas. That man is a particular enigma, bound up with many contradictions. He is obviously intelligent and highly educated, with a background not found anywhere in the underworld or even much of Galactic City. Whether or not he is from Coruscant – his official biography is not to be trusted – his roots surely represent some prosperous portion of the Core.
At the same time he is a ruthless and deadly fighter and a heavily augmented cyborg. This makes little sense. While the wealthy sometimes take up violent pursuits, even famously dabbling in bounty hunting, they usually betray stylistic, sportsman-tinged training. I have seen a few, Isoxya loves to mock them. Logas lacks such tells. He fights like Morne does, schooled in simple forms refined to defeat the foe swiftly and efficiently. Nor does he hide the capabilities of his enhancements, which is strange considering the stigma against such cybernetics common among humans. Even in the underworld such mockery is common, to say nothing of the upper classes. Why he has them and why he serves as a spy; I am certain these things are linked, but I cannot reason how. Perhaps I can pry them loose, at least a little, but I fear any extensive contact will allow him to manipulate me.
A strange thing to think. Ostensibly we ought to possess compatible goals, but I suspect there are many points of divergence. The Chancellor has plans, a grand agenda for the Republic, and this terrible war has given him the power to enact it. I do not think that wrong, if anything this war has revealed it to be necessary. Drastic reform has much to recommend it, certainly the underworld needs grand reorganization. No doubt agents such as Mr. Logas are needed to enact said vision, and his willingness to oppose Black Sun has much promise, but I cannot reconcile my conception of the Chancellor's desires with those of the Council. I fear we may work at cross purposes. Truly a pity. Logas and I were able to complement each other, and I would have never survived here without Morne's help, and those of other government agents. Perhaps other Jedi may bridge a similar gap through forging bonds with the Clones. The Force send it so.