Log: Nov 24, xxx4: Home Again

I traveled back home. RSF were there too. I knew why. The following email was not a surprise.

I am now alone.

Hunted.

I have so mush knowledge in my head, but no idea how to use it. It is time I learned how. The Empire will NOT know what I know. And a medic can be a dangerous enemy.

I will train. I will heal. I will learn to deal back what was dealt to me... and them.

But, how?

I was way-layed on my way to the med centre in Theed. Him again! I ran through the familier streets, dashed into the starport and onto a shuttle, watching him curse me as the ships doors close and it took off.

I sat to log. i really am not good at this. But somehow, it is becoming my only friend.

Log: Nov 23, xxx4: Hunted?!?!?!

I was attacked on my way from the temple to Kaadara! He wanted what I discovered at the ruins. I have been cut! Dear Gods!!! He demended my name. I told him. What else was i to do?!?
Then he slipped.
I was lucky. I run very fast and once in a city, I can dodge buildings really well. Theed life experience. I hid. I log this as I hide.

I can't seem to reach my friend here in Kaadara. He must be out or in a meeting. Darn it! I wrapped the cut and snuck to the med centre for a medic to heal me. My teacher was out at a meeting. I received a notice that he actually would not have time to take me on and that I should look elsewhere. ELSEWHERE!?

In the morning, I was permitted to leave the med centre, declared healthy. Now what? I contacted my friend again. No answer. I went to his house. RSF were all over it! He ... he was murdered last night. An email came on my datapad. It said to surrender myself to the Empire and give up the information I learned or die like Nathlenn did.

NO! I will NOT be odered like this. This information is important. I will not even log it in case the Empire checks this Archive. But... now what am I to do? I have never been out on my own before. I cied for the loss of my friend. He was secretly a member of the Rebel Alliance. Another secret i was holding. He and I knew this would be a risk. I said my blessing for his spirit. I will remember the times we had in the Library together. None of whish belongs here either.

I guess I will go home. I called my parents. they seemed furious with me. I was stunned. They are very proud people. They alwasy taught me to be flexible. But This... this too I expected. I failed them in a way. Part of me is glad we are not close.

Log: Nov. 23, xxx4: Temple Ruins

On the way to Kaadara:

I was drawn curiously to these old ruins. It looked to have been burned to the ground. I was considering taking pictures and logging the findings. But then, well, something paranormal occured. This is very not scientific. I complete forgot to log what I saw. All of a sudden, it was like I was surrounded by these... ghosts? It felt like i was suddenly "plugged" in with a cyborg datalink and hundreds of years worth of information got downloaded into my head. Culture, history, religious services, rites, rituals, names and faces of healers and Jedi, training techniques of Teras Kasi and Jedi, even the name and of a secret Jedi city. I thought my head would explode.

"You are an archivist," said an old woman. "Remember what we have told you. Keep it safe. pass it on to one of our Order."

Then they were all gone and I was standing stunned in the ruins and darkness fell and the the rain began to drizzle.

Log: November 23, xxx4

I am not good at this journalling stuff.

I am nervous and excited, New job, new sleeping quarters. I will be far from mom and dad and the library. I am staying with a friend in Kaadara. My teacher to be is a very serious Imperial man. I have not met him yet.

Log: November 22, xxx4

My advisor ad the Library here in Theed suggested that I start keeping a log of my activities. Especially since I am considering becoming a medic and venturing away from home for the first time. My family is very supportive of my wish to study medicine. They have given me a 90k fund to get me started. The Librarian found me a medic trainer willing to take me on as an apprentice in Kaadara. He is Imperial and looking to train frsh minds for this difficult job as the war progresses. RSF and Imperial Piloting recruiters have recently set up here in the Library and are competing for new pilots. It is somewhat annoying.

Wish me well. I embark on a new journey in the morrow.