Ahsoka's Private Journal
"Onderon is over now, the Separatsts are gone and the rebels won. But... it came at a cost.
"There were super-soldiers there, and one of them killed Lux. I tried to move, I tried to save him. I'd given so much to help this rebellion and... just to lose him like that? I... I-I was helpless... I couldn't do anything against those super-soldiers."
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"Poor Steela. She loved him, I could tell. Only to lose him in her arms like that... he'd been through so much already and then to lose his life for his home?
"The worst part is his death could've been prevented. If only the Jedi Council hadn't been so... s-so... wishy-washy! If only they'd had the guts to do something! To send help! To actually do what Jedi are supposed to kriffing do!"
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*sigh* "But I was there. I could've helped him. And instead I failed him... I failed someone else... again."
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"Just thinking about it makes me wanna curl up into a ball and be alone for a while. Oh, Lux, I'm so sorry..."
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"Good thing Danny beat the super-soldiers back. Otherwise we all would've lost our lives to them."
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"Gotta admit, getting to work with Dynnal is... different from those times Wraith and I had to team up. Some of those stem from his need to keep his identity secret and act like a completely different person, and... I get that."
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"But... otherwise, he's... different. Really different. At first he kinda doted on me, which was nice and sweet at first. But then it became... predictable. I knew just what he was going to say, just what he was going to do... and that kinda... bothers me. Why? I don't really know, I haven't quite placed it.
"He's sweet... but almost too sweet. Kinda like after you've had too many candies and just thinking about the taste of another makes you sick. I know I had that happen once when I was a Youngling, me and Myri would sneak into the Temple storage and 'borrow' a few handfuls of sweets. I know what it's like and... I hate to say it, but Dynnal and his bright and sunny always-there-all-the-time ways... honestly, something felt off after a while."
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"I dunno. Maybe that's just me. Maybe he's still trying to figure himself out. All I know is... it's nice to have him around... and I kinda hope I don't get sick and tired of him being around. I-I love him. I do!"
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"After the change, I kinda thought he'd be like Wraith but, you know, one of us. A good guy. But... now..."
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End of Entry
Author's Note: Well, we're on the verge of a new year, folks! A new and preferably less-chaotic year, 'cause 2020 is one for the records books... and not fondly at that. But, hey, new and sunny horizons and all that! Next year is gonna be better.
So... what does 2021 hold you ask? As far as this story goes, there's a few things could can look forward to...
-Prophecies fulfilled: many many words have been spouted about the Iron Demon, some of which are about to come to pass...
-1,000,000 words: Yeah, that'd be something to celebrate.
-The Origins of Tyth: that's right, Wraith's firesaber has a past! And it revolves around one very unlikely individual...
-The Bad Batch: someone called in the cavalry? BEFORE their debut episode?!
-The true purpose of the Subjugator cruisers: there's a reason I introduced them...
-A shadow comes knocking: Wraith wants back in and it's all Dynnal can do to keep him out...
-The Shattered Mirror: When you look into a mirror, you see a true reflection. When you look upon a shattered mirrior, that reflection is fractured, altered, distorted... opposite...
That's all for now. So until next posting, Happy New Year everybody!
