To My Kind Editor:

I thank you for your letters and all your help you gave as I struggled to compile the hundreds of scattered facts and references that are the entirety of this present volume into a single, somewhat coherent, narrative. I apologize for any defects and errors- both grammatical and otherwise- that this present document contains, but I implore you to publish it as is as quickly as you can.

Yes- I do mean it- errors, tangents, philosophical reflections, and piecemeal references to later chapters that were never added and all. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to stop by for a cup of tea, and as such I regret to inform you that we will not be able to painfully sift through this jumbled mess together. I also apologize for the dry, battered, rusted-covered and sandy quality of the paper, but that's what happens when you spend as much time in the field as I do.

Speaking of which, I need you to run a small errand for me. As I said, it would be unwise for us to meet in person, and as such the manuscript for the next volume of this work will be hidden in the basement of the Glow Dome nightclub on the planet Adarlon in the Minos Cluster. Did you know that Adarlon contains some surprising connections to the Sith? You do now. My stay here has been quite enjoyable- and not just because of the attractive young dancers and the Corellian whiskey! In all seriousness, talk to Deena A'Daasha and she will allow you to enter the basement level. And don't worry about ghosts- I have already taken care of them.

In the footlocker in the basement, you will find a copy of my next manuscript as well as Ajunta Pall's silver-lined sword (the thing is over 7000 years old so do be careful) and the remains of Tulak Hord's mask. (again, please do be careful) I have also included a red lightsaber crystal, a copy of the Ethics of War, and enough credits to pay the docking fee with enough left over for a drink or two.

Best wishes and may the Force go with you,

Ooffo Rancoofsis