Actor, Writer, Jedi, Singer,

Actor, Writer, Jedi, Singer,
You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you

Thursday, March 22, 2012

From the holo-diary of Aran Liander: Jedi Apprentice



981 ARR

I've managed to avoid Imperials for the time being, but I don't know how much longer I will be able to do this. Who can I trust? Everyone watches the Holo-Net and every time I see it all I see is anti-Jedi sentiment and how we are evil, dangerous freaks of nature that must be destroyed. It's so horrible to see people gleeful over the deaths of innocents and that sick euphoria makes me want to order the strongest drink I can find in the nearby Cantina and drink myself into unconsciousness. But that would be cowardly and I'd shame the Order if I let myself be overcome by despair. That is what Palpatine wants after all; he wants to not only kill us but crush us into cringing submission.
How can beings believe this kriffing junk? I knew we had enemies but I didn't know it was this bad; I can't believe that this many people hated us. Maybe a lot of the people are just too scared of the Emperor to actually show what they really feel but I can't tell the difference between those who are sincere in their hatred and those who are just pretending.
I don't know who else survived but I pray they can keep a cool head and don't decide to recklessly risk their lives; if we want to rebuild the Order and save the galaxy we have to start caring a little bit about ourselves, or at least, protecting ourselves.
Earlier this week, I realized that I had to get out of my Jedi robes. So I searched the trashy streets of a lower-level and found a handful of filthy credits which I used to by myself a dark hued shirt too big for me, a pair of dis-colored pants, and a small satchel. I put my Jedi Tunic, Jedi Cloak, lightsaber, and Padawan braid into it along with some food and a bottle of water I bought with the remaining credits I had.
I've moved around, hiding in dumpsters and sleeping on porches of small, run down houses and slipping into cantinas in order to hear the noise which is, as I've said above, always lies and grim.
A new figure as sprung up amongst this nightmare; a monster decked out in a shell-like suit whose breathing is that of some hellish beast whom they call Darth Vader. I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that this man is the one who once was Anakin Skywalker. I still can't understand what happened. How could he have turned to the darkside. And I will never forgive him. Never.
I know that soon the clones, or stormtroopers as they are now called, will soon be on my tail.
All I know is that I need to do something. And soon before it's too late.
May the Force be with you and let all those killed in this senseless slaughter rest in peace. Especially you, Master, especially you.
Aran Liander


I have some really interesting plot twists coming up for this story pretty soon; so now you have something to look forward to :)

4 comments:

  1. Awesome Shena! I haven't read the beginning of Aran's story yet, but you write in such a way that I know everyone and everything that's going on- bravo!

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  2. Awesome! I only noticed one spelling mistake (By is supposed to be buy). This is so good :D I think you should add more description on his life for awhile... like once in awhile I'd put my head in my hands and think about all that has happened. Or something like that :)

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