So, this is what it feels like to die. Funny, I've faced death many times, but this time I feel that there is no escape from it.

Our plan to rescue Obi-Wan was laughable. I lost my lightsaber, again. It's starting to get annoying that I keep losing my lightsabers. Oh well, at least I don't have to worry about that anymore.

My Master, Padme, and I got sent to an arena to be executed. Dealing with the beasts that came charging at us was a picnic, except for Obi-Wan. Somehow he got lucky enough to get the worst of the beasts.

Me, I just rode mine and smashed the one that was trying to get at Padme. Of course things couldn't get worst, right? Wrong! Droidekas started rolling into the arena. Thankfully about two hundred Jedi showed up too.

The battle was intense, a lot of Jedi were killed. Yoda showed up with some clones, but the lives that were lost to rescue Obi-Wan, Padme and I were bonuses, and to do whatever else they came to do was way to great.

Padme fell out of the gunship while we were chasing Dooku, I hope she is all right. My Master had to knock some sense into my head to keep from going after her. Whatever would I do without my Master?

I have an idea who the Jedi is that my Master was, is, in love with. Master Siri Tachi. She was on the gunship with us. The reason why I believe it is her is because my Master almost tripped himself when Master Siri Tachi spoke up. Also, my Master's face seemed to grow a little pale.

We, my Master, Master Siri, and I got to the hanger before Dooku could reach his ship. Master Siri is sure a spitfire. My master had gently recommended that she go disable Dooku's ship while we take on Dooku. My Master sure got an earful from her.

The pain is gone now, I'm numb all over. I feel lightheaded, like I'm drifting on a cloud. I'm fading away into the Force, I can feel the bond with my Master straining to a snapping point.

Siri charged at once at Dooku and my Master followed a step behind her. I just stood where I was, unable to move. My fear of failure had returned as a vision flashed into my mind of my Master dying. Fear evolves into anger, and finally into hate. I hate Dooku, I hate what he represents. I fear for my Master, for Padme, for… myself.

My Master senses that something is wrong, but I block our bond. I might distract him. Or was I distracting him just by doing that? No, my Master is good at keeping his focus, I won't distract him.

Master Siri is Force pushed against a wall and knocked unconscious, yet I still did not move.

I can feel the anger in me. Hotter then noon on Tatooine, and colder then the planet Hoth. It bubbles like streams of lava and flows through me like acid rain. Anger, fear, these lead to the darkside. I can feel it, it's within reach.

My Master stumbles and Dooku's lightsaber grazes my Master's shoulder and bites into his left leg. I can feel hate surge through me, the darkness creeping nearer.

Then I do it, I reach out to it as my Master lays prone on the floor, his lightsaber sliced in two. Funny, my Master never loses his lightsaber.

I rush to my Master's aid as the blood red lightsaber slices down at my Master. I block it and with all of my anger and hate, I fight Dooku. I feel my Master's probing, trying to reach me through our bond, but I ignore it, drunk with the darkside.

A mistake? Dooku's blood red lightsaber plunges into me and I fall to the ground, a gaping hole in my stomach. I hear someone shouting, my Master? I'm not certain, my ears are ringing. Lightsabers clash over me, but I do not care.

There is silence, is the battle over, did I save my Master? I can not tell, my eyelids feel so heavy.

A truth dawns on me as I sink into the black void. I gave into the darkside, I have failed my Master, I forgot his teachings, I fell.

Oh Master, my Master, what have I done?

Gentle hands lift my head and shoulders into a cradle like embrace. I hear someone speak, but is only mumbles to my mind. I feel my Master probing, endlessly probing, trying to encourage me to open up.

I can't. I can't let him see. I have learned nothing, I have betrayed my Master's trust in me.

The holorecording, I wonder if my Master thought that he was going to die. Instead it's me that's dying in his arms. Would my Master think he is the one who failed?

My breathing falters as I make a decision. I crack open my end of our bond and softly tell him that it isn't his fault.

My Master tells me to hang on, that help is coming. He sounds scared, afraid of losing me? But I failed him, why would he want to save me?

I feel waves of healing being sent toward my wound, but I am still fading away.

I'm sorry Master.