Datapad C.Z.75.

Field Journal

Theed, Naboo, Chommel Sector.

How long has it been since I have been in the dark? Not that long, yet almost too long for me to remember how it was before... Do I want to remember, do I want to keep what I used to have?... I am not so sure anymore. I thought I would be able to move forward and keep those things in sight, but the more the time passes by, the more it seems I am losing myself.
When I look at myself doing those things, I almost see a stranger, but really it is me and the way I have chosen. I have no regrets for things I have wished for are so close to becoming true again.
I am free of what I used to be, I can finally see the galaxy and its stars for what they are and for what they will become if I do not do anything.
No one fully understands, but Imogen and Kiera stand by my side nevertheless. Do I understand it myself? I cannot say I do... I only do what I think is right, and if some sacrifices must be made, then so be it. Even if it means destroying the only family I ever had. Cost matters not, only the result does.

Everything is going according to plan, although some delays on Adarlon are annoying me to say the least. I suppose I will have to pay the men a visit soon to check on their progress myself. At least they developed the vaccine for Kiera much faster than I expected, I guess I should give them that much credit. But I am not here to give credit, I am here to see results.
The warehouse here on Theed has been fully prepared, and only a few details prevent me from executing my plan, my biggest move against those who have become my enemies.
The Captain assured me the information was circulating beyond expectation on the holonetwork and among more underground channels.
Those two bounty hunters who intercepted it were quite annoying to deal with. Even 300 years later, most of the bounty hunters think they are the new Boba Fett or something. It is irritating. So full of themselves, relying on their technology and forgetting that Fett relied mostly on his instincts and his guts. People are lazy nowadays, they let themselves being brainwashed by the propaganda the holonetwork gives them every day, they think that because they have the latest blaster rifle or the most advanced sensors, they can stand in front of me and not fear death. Even Fett feared death, and when he did, that was when he was at his best. Most Bounty hunters now are merely children playing with adult toys.
Fortunately, not all of them. I have good results from Dynrr so far, and I am quite glad I have spared his life. His is young and reckless, but he has instincts, he is a survivor. I must keep an eye on him, I would hate to see a plan fail because of some dark story he is hiding from me. I cannot read his mind clearly, I think he has some basic training in controlling his thoughts. That reminds me of Imogen when she counts cards in her mind to confuse one who would peek inside her head.
Maybe I should get Kiera to meet Dynrr.

Although I hate to admit it, I miss Kiera. I have not seen her in a few weeks now, and I sense something is going on with her, or around her. I hope she is safe, since she did not reply to my messages. In her condition, she better be in bed right now.
I am not sure what I am going to do with her, but I am sure of one thing. She has a great potential in the force, and I need to train her, to make her see the way I do. She is young and innocent in spite of what she would say if she was reading this. Maybe that was the reason I was attracted to her. She is all the things I am not anymore, all the things I will never be. She brings peace to my tormented mind, her presence is soothing to me. Yet I am troubled by her apparent other personality. I need to remedy to that, as I cannot consider it to be safe.

I wonder what Imogen is up to. She has not replied to my messages either, and I am having a harder time locating her in the Force. She has a problem with drugs, one that I may not fully understand, but one I certainly do not approve of. Not only does it cut her connection to the Force, but it also cuts her connection to me. It is taking her away from me. She was my first real friend as a Jedi, and my partner now. I know she is preparing things on her own. She is resourceful, I am not worried. But I hope that what she does, she doesn't do it for the sake of her own mind. I need to repair the bond between us, I need to tear down that wall that I built myself. I am what I am and she followed me, I should not leave her in the dark.
I have learned many things through the Force in the past few months, and even more in the documents we stole from my old Master. I should share with her, I owe her that much if I have a little bit of honor left in me.

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I am amazed how the Galactic Bank on Coruscant still did not notice my little trick. But I am not going to complain, it does bring me the financial power I need to set everything in motion.
I suppose my work here on Naboo is done for now.
I always knew flirting with the Captain would be useful someday. It is always good to have someone like him on my side. It is also perfect timing that Skywalker is still MIA, although I sense I will probably have to withdraw the Captain from duty very soon.

Something in the Force is not right. My last travel to Coruscant was uncomfortable to say the least. The disturbance in the Force almost made me dizzy, although I am not entirely certain where is came from yet. Intel could not find anything about Skywalker or his whereabouts, or even if he is still alive. I have a feeling he is though. Kiera saw him in a vision, saw him fighting me. I do not believe it was a dream, and so I need to hurry my plans.
I need to destroy the head of the Jedi order so everything can fall into place.
I need to destroy the man who is my only family, the man who made me into who I am.
Cost matters not, only the result does.
Close the world, open the next.

Caelia.

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