There's something to be said for persistence. Ventress kept trying to overpower the Republic forces. Skywalker kept trying to dislodge us. Death, destruction, mayhem, and, as far as I can tell, there was really nothing unique about the situation here as opposed to, well, anywhere else we'd fought this same battle.

Oddly enough, Ahsoka… I mean, the Jedi Scum, had noticed that my mood was darker than normal; which was saying something considering that she did not know me that well. Nor did we socialize when running into each other.

"What's wrong?" She asked, pouring herself a drink. I tried ignoring her, but over the past… -Spirits of the Ancestors have I been here an entire month-well, after allowing her into my private quarters on a daily basis, we had adjusted to each other's company.

To be honest, her history as a Jedi bothered me. It made her untrustworthy, like all Jedi scum who deserve to die at the end of my blade! On the other hand, I found her… likeable. And I never find someone likeable.

We settled into a routine. I would make my rounds through the compound with my guards every morning, getting a hands-on inspection, from there, I have an early morning meeting with my commander (who, by the way, is not a morning person) after our argument comes to an end, I then go and catalogue future attack plans, (mostly how slowly I'm going to kill every Jedi and Senator) after which, I… watch her…

Ahsoka Tano. There's just something about her. I cannot shake this feeling that she is important. That is the problem, after all. Sensation is supposed to be beyond my reach, so to speak. But when I look at her… at this… young woman, I see her. My mate… my love… my…

"Ronderu," I say, unthinking.

"Hmm…?" Tano looks up at me with confusion. I ignore it, "What did you say?"

I turn away from her. Ahsoka, no… we're not that close… Tano looks around my room for the thousandth time. Her curiosity is palpable. But there's something else beneath it, something I've tried to ignore for a long time; familiarity.

It's impossible, I know, but somehow she knows things- impossible things; how to wield the most exotic weapons of my world like an expert, but with no training whatsoever.

Between this and my newfound sense of feeling, I fear I may be losing my mind.

Worse yet, my hallucinations, or dreams, depending upon one's outlook, have gotten worse. I was only awake for three days before making the deal with the female, yet my mind already started fracturing. And each time she puts me under, the spirits of my ancestors call on me for revenge, for justice, for the blood of our oppressors.

…

I can do nothing. I don't even know why I'm fighting this war. Why am I here? Why are any of us here?

"Who's this?" The Togruta Jedi-Scum asks. I hiss angrily, darting across the room to remove the holo she'd picked up. I whip it away from her at lightning speed, hiding it behind my back.

Tano was an enemy. Anyone with knowledge was my enemy. I had no allies, only soldiers, and dead friends. The holo was proof of that. It was a hologram of her; Ronderu.

Her image flickers for a second, all the fire and passion her life had been filled with. Then it blinks out and disappears, just like her life as well.

"I'm sorry," Says Ahsoka. I can hear it in her voice. In her eyes, she shows me compassion. Somehow she knows.

"…you are not forgiven. No one ever is."

It is the fault of Jedi Scum like her that I was in this shell in the first place. They had defended the vile Huk, they had hunted down my people, they had…

A shiver ran up my spine. Could it be? A Jedi could have snuck an explosive onto my ship… it made sense. Perhaps it was my mind deteriorating from the stress, and all of this was just paranoia, but my ship's crash may not have been an accident.

They would pay for their crimes, and the dogs of the Republic would lay dead at the feet of their master before I kill him too! I would have my revenge, but first, answers. Why attack my people? All it accomplished was drive me to the Separatists! It is not as though the Huk were politically well-connected! Sure, they voted for everything and anything Palpatine needed a vote for, but why would did he extend them such assistance?!

He had to die. They had to die. The Jedi had to die. Assajj had to die. Many, many beings had to die, and I found myself wondering why the only ones who were dying who rim-worlders and clones. Suddenly, my place in the war seemed… stupid.

My ancestors called for revenge, and I am stuck on Shili with a whining commander and a little girl for companionship.

"Are you ready?" Asked the small voice of the disgusting, traitorous Jedi Scum Tano. I slammed my fist on the holo, smashing it. That sent Ronderu far beyond the reach of anyone. She was with the Ancestors now.

"…you may begin," I growled.