Master Jedi - Bellek Phrog's Journals
posted 7 July 2007, Saturday
- Journal 1, Entry 1
Master Sevenar has seen me fit to become a Jedi Knight after taking the trials. I've waited years for this moment. Now I can leave and fulfill my dream of travelling the galaxy. I will miss my friends here at the Odar temple, but I refuse to be leashed any longer. This journal will be the start of my new life. I can't wait!
- Journal 1, Entry 3
My departure from the temple was unfortunately not on good terms. Master Sevenar refused to understand where I was coming from. I have a need to be free and see the stars. Why can't anyone understand that? Now I've been labeled a traitor by most of the Odar Jedi Order and the elders have forbidden me from returning. Maybe I am a traitor, but I can't deny my feelings. I needed to leave that place and wander.
Now I'm in the cargo hold of a corellian spice merchant who sold me a ride for one-hundred credits. I'm not sure where we are heading, but I can't wait to get there.
- Journal 1, Entry 26
Thanks to that smuggler who was passing himself off as a merchant I am stuck in a smuggler's camp on Corellia. These low-lifes don't believe in doing favors so I'm going to have to haggle my way out of here. I have no money left so I'm going to have to find another way to pay these thieves. One of them asked me if I was interested in taking out one of his rivals. I don't want to get involved in their affairs, but I may have no choice but to kill for money. Master Sevenar would be disappointed in me.
- Journal 1, Entry 85
After that last job on Denon I seem to have attracted unwanted attention. I think someone has been chasing me, Hunting me. Even worse, I think it's a Sith. Damn, I hate those zealots! They don't stop until they accomplish their goal or die. I've decided to lay low on Coruscant for a while, and hope that it's not a Sith. I'm confident in my abilities, but I know I'm not the best with a lightsaber. I just hope that this is my imagination and nothing else.
- Journal 2, Entry 19
It's been a good year here on Neimodia. There is so much money to be had in the casinos for someone with a bit of an edge like me. They have no idea I cheat, but if anything it only evens the odds since everyone here is a greedy cheater looking to stick their hands in your pockets. Corporations own and run everything here - banks, insurance, even the small food stores on the corners. It makes for a rich atmosphere, but it also creates the horrible shanty towns full of people who can't even afford to buy some food. Naturally the poor get kicked down to the lowest levels of the cities. It makes me sick. Maybe I should use my skills to redistribute the wealth?
- Journal 2, Entry 49
It's time to leave this pit of greed. Someone noticed all the poor people getting rich and now everyone is suspicious. The corporate run police are now watching the shanty towns in order to find out how this is happening. They'll probably get tired of waiting and torture the information out of someone, and that's why It's time for me to go. I've found transport to the Dorin system in the morning. I can't wait to leave.
- Journal 2, Entry 51
I'm lucky to be writing this right now as that Sith that was tracking me found me! I can only assume that he was on the transport with me waiting for the right moment to attack, and it came when I was walking by one of the empty hangars on my way out of the space port. As he had planned we ended up in the hangar where I fought for my life. I quickly realized that I was no match for him, and if it wasn't for the landing freighter I never would have escaped with my life. Now I have to wait in the maintenance shafts until I can sneak on board a ship and escape.
- Journal 2, Entry 54
I don't know how he found me, but he did. That damn Sith found me! After arriving on Mobus and sneaking out of the cargo bay of the freighter I escaped in the Sith jumped me. I was barely out of the space port when he attacked. I tried to run, but it was no use. I put up a small fight before he destroyed my lightsaber and was about to kill me. Luckily a Mobian Jedi stepped in and saved me cutting the Sith in half at the waist. He said his name was Riduuk, and since I've been told Mobians usually don't meddle in other people's affairs I'm greatly indebted to him. He asked if I wanted to rest at his home, and I think I will take him up on that offer.
- Journal 2, Entry 55
The mobian race is very impressive. I feel like an ant standing next to them. Master Riduuk, for example, is eight feet tall, and he says he is only average height. The bone structure, or scales or armor (I don't know what it is), growing on their bodies is also intimidating. They are like giant men with natural armor plating. Amazing!
I mentioned that Riduuk was a Jedi Master - a Grandmaster in fact. He says he is retired from the "Holy War" and just passes the time wandering around the city helping those in need. I'm not sure what war he is talking about, but I would be interested in finding out. I think it has something to do with the Sith because he always mentions the Dark Lords.
I'm thinking I might stay here for a while and learn what I can from Master Riduuk. He appears to be a wise person with many invaluable things to teach. I hope he has lets me stay.
- Journal 2, Entry 61
This morning Master Riduuk said he needed to talk to me. I thought he was going to kick me out, but instead he wanted to know what I was doing about a new lighstaber - which was nothing. He reminded me of how bad my lightsaber technique was and suggested that I might do better with a longer weapon. That's when he showed me his lightsaber staff that was as tall as him. Basically it was a long metal pole with a lightsaber at the end. When I asked him how he kept it from easily being sliced in half by another lightsaber he said its construction included a small shield generator specifically designed to protect the main body of the staff and the hands of the wielder.
The more he tells me about his lightsaber staff the more I want one. Hopefully he will help me build my own.
- Journal 2, Entry 80
Master Riduuk finally found the parts for my own lightsaber staff. It took a few months and two-thousand credits out of my pocket, but I can finally build another lightsaber. The staff itself is a nice size at five feet, but I'm amazed at how light this dilinium alloy is. It's the reason for the large expense, but it seems to be well worth it. Now I just need Master Riduuk to show me how it's made.
You know, I'm glad that he's taken me in like he has. I was getting a little tired of wandering so being in one place is refreshing. It reminds me of my temple back home and Master Sevenar.
- Journal 2, Entry 102
I finished my lightsaber staff today and it's amazing! When I hold it I feel invincible. Now I can fight from farther away and have the advantage. It's heavier now that it's complete and I will have to get used to manipulating, but I love it.
- Journal 2, Entry 129
Master Riduuk has been opening up about this Mobian Holy War during our lightsaber practice, and today he finally explained it to me. At some point Mobian Jedi took a holy vow to fight evil, and while they took care of the average thug it apparently wasn't enough. Their evil needed a name, and it became the Sith when they finally came face to face. Now in their zeal Mobian Jedi actively hunt down Sith in order to feel pious - to feel like they are living up to their vow. Master Riduuk made it sound better than that, but that's how I see it. The problem though is that the Sith far outnumber the Mobian Jedi. I think they'd be smart to leave the Sith alone.
At least Master Riduuk seems to have gotten over it, but who knows what kind of enemies he's made.
- Journal 3, Entry 9
After coming home from our walk through the city I decided to tell Master Riduuk that I was leaving. He took it well and seems to have already known my plans. I will always be indebted to him for the incredible kindness he's shown me. Without him I would be dead, and that's something I will never forget. I am a better Jedi because of him... no I'm also a better person.
It's time for me to continue my travels, but I'll return to visit someday.
- Journal 3, Entry 44
Last night after enjoying the Alderaan countryside I was settling in for the night under a tree when out of nowhere a fight crossed my path. Two Sith were engaging a Jedi in a duel like I've never seen before. The Jedi was incredibly skilled, but he was getting tired against the relentless attack. I don't know why I helped him, but I think my time with Master Riduuk had something to do with it.
While they were heading up a dirt road I snuck up from behind and with my reach cut the leg off one of the Sith. The distraction was enough for the Jedi to get the upper hand on the other one, and just like that the fight was over. He thanked me for the help and offered me a bed in the nearby castle where he served, but I turned him down.
This morning the same Jedi woke me up and offered me breakfast. We sat and ate under my tree for a few hours. He kept talking about the Republic that was formed a few years ago and how the galaxy would be better because of it. I couldn't care less, but I tried to be polite. Before he left he asked me if I wanted to go join the Republic service with him. I told him I had other things to do.
- Journal 4, Entry 33
God, where do I begin? The last few days have been crazy. So crazy that I'm now an acolyte in a Sith temple. I can't believe it. I was hiking in the wilderness of Phu when I came across a large broken down complex in the middle of nowhere. I thought it was interesting so I decided to take a look, but before I could get inside I was surrounded by a large group of Sith ready to kill me. Out of the building walked an old Devaronian dressed in black, wearing a black cape who called himself Lord Farg. He asked me what I was doing there, and the only thing I could think to say was that I was a wanderer looking to become a Sith. Immediately he called on one of his men to attack me in what I now figure was some sort of test. I easily defeated my attacker, and was soon welcomed into the fold.
I hate the Sith, but now I'm one of them. I have to try to blend in before I'm found out.
- Journal 4, Entry 72
One of Farg's men came back today missing an arm. He said that a group of Jedi ambushed his group in a nearby city, and that they were looking for Lord Farg himself. Apparently this Farg has killed a few prominent people in his time and now someone wants him to pay. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling. I'm going to gather my things and prepare an escape route in case those Jedi find this place.
- Journal 4, Entry 78
I was right to be cautious. Yesterday a large group of Jedi stormed the temple looking for Farg. When the chaos started I gathered my things and snuck out. I also swept through the other's personal items for valuables since I would be needing money. I also came across Farg's room, but he didn't have much except for some old books. I took the one that looked like his journal.
By the time I hit the tree line the Jedi were already finishing up. Apart from Farg I don't think any of those Sith had a chance.
- Journal 4, Entry 88
I don't know why, but my time at the Sith temple got to me. I'm feeling depressed, confused and I don't know what else. I decided to visit Master Riduuk again because of it, hoping that he could give me some peace of mind. I should be there shortly.
I've been reading Farg's journal and it appears he was part of some major Sith order, but left after a disagreement. He claims to have killed thousands of people, many of them Jedi, but I never witnessed any of his so-called great power.
- Journal 4, Entry 89
Master Riduuk was surprised to see me, but he seemed happy about it. I told him what had happened to me at the Sith temple and we talked about it for hours. He told me my strange feelings were from the evil influence of the Sith - their Dark energy radiating and affecting me. He explained how hatred begets more hatred, and violence more violence. I haven't felt more violent since I was with the Sith, but I see what he means.
I've continued to read Farg's journal, and I read today how he was the apprentice of a Darth Vorn whom he killed three years after his training had been completed. Apparently in some Sith sects it is expected that you try and kill your master in order to prove that you are worthy to take their place. It not only proves the student's worth, but also gives the master an opportunity to die in battle instead of rotting away in a bed. These Sith are crazy.
I also noticed some of the dates Farg used, and if I calculated properly he is claiming to be over three-hundred years old. Crazy indeed.
- Journal 4, Entry 92
Today while doing our rounds in the City we came to the aid of another Mobian Jedi who was attacked by a Sith. He was incredibly fast and skilled. My job during the ordeal was to keep him cornered. Master Riduuk ended the battle when he used a technique I've never seen before. He began to move slowly, but then I realized that it wasn't him. Instead it was an image of him - many images in fact. I was quickly confused and so was the Sith who fell. When we got back I asked him about it and he told me it was his Force Ghost technique that he worked on for thirty years. He said it's a technique used to confuse and mislead your opponent. Before I could ask he said he would teach it to me. I'm looking forward to it.
- Journal 4, Entry 127
I've been so busy practicing to use my mew technique that I forgot about Farg's journal. I came across it today while looking for something and decided to read some more, and I found something incredible. According to him it's the Sith technique for eternal life. He says his master stole it from a Sith Lord after killing him, and that this technique is just a small part of an entire Sith book of sacred teachings.
I stopped reading before the instructions. I'm afraid of the effect something like this might have on me. I'm not going to tell Master Riduuk either. This has to be kept completely secret.
- Journal 4, Entry 203
Master Riduuk and I were in an accident three days ago. A ship carrying explosive materials crash landed near us and exploded. Master Riduuk was severely wounded as a piece of shrapnel hit him in the neck. I broke my leg. Master Riduuk is stable now and doing a lot better, but all of this has stirred my curiosity about the Sith secret in Farg's journal.
- Journal 4, Entry 220
I'm on a ship to Coruscant. I left Mobus as quickly as I could after reading Farg's journal. I tried to resist, but I proved too weak. According to the Sith to gain eternal life you have to steal it from another person, and continue to do so for the rest of your unnatural life. Reading the passages made me uneasy and sick. I didn't want Master Riduuk to find out.
- Journal 5, Entry 43
I killed a man today. He was a thief who pulled a blaster on me in an alley. I tried to go easy on him, but he persisted. I also did something I shouldn't have. As he was laying there dying I tried to use the Sith technique on him. I'm not sure if it worked, but I feel, I don't know, more alive now. The rush it gave me is the best feeling I've ever had. I feel healthy, strong and ready for anything. Ready to fight anyone!
- Journal 5, Entry 168
As of today I have killed fourteen people - mostly thugs. Like an addiction, this feeling of power, of vigor has taken over my soul, and I can't stop myself from stealing the life away from others. However, I see no reason to stop. There are plenty of bad people in the galaxy that we would all do better without. I know I can control this desire. I will turn this into something positive. I know I can.
- Journal 6, Entry 1
It's been many years since I wrote in a journal - Over seventy-five though I'm not entirely sure. I'm tired of wandering the galaxy. Tired of fighting and tired of killing. I wish I could go back to the Odar temple. I wish I could go live with Master Riduuk. I should have been more responsible. Now I'm an old man who's lived longer than he should have with no home, no friends and no family. Writing in this journal again brings me some measure of comfort, but all I really want to do is find a place where I can live quietly, alone.
- Journal 6, Last Entry, Special note to Luke
I'm glad I could meet you boy. I'm also grateful for that last fight. It was wrong of me to attack you like that, and I offer my apologies to you and your lovely apprentice. The few days I spent with you helped me to remember the good things in my life and gave me the strength to realize my time should come to an end. I hope you have read my journals, and I hope you won't make the same mistakes as me. I wish you luck in your future and I hope that you accomplish all your goals. Below are the instructions for the Force Ghost technique. I know you will use it well.
To Be Continued...
Master Sevenar has seen me fit to become a Jedi Knight after taking the trials. I've waited years for this moment. Now I can leave and fulfill my dream of travelling the galaxy. I will miss my friends here at the Odar temple, but I refuse to be leashed any longer. This journal will be the start of my new life. I can't wait!
- Journal 1, Entry 3
My departure from the temple was unfortunately not on good terms. Master Sevenar refused to understand where I was coming from. I have a need to be free and see the stars. Why can't anyone understand that? Now I've been labeled a traitor by most of the Odar Jedi Order and the elders have forbidden me from returning. Maybe I am a traitor, but I can't deny my feelings. I needed to leave that place and wander.
Now I'm in the cargo hold of a corellian spice merchant who sold me a ride for one-hundred credits. I'm not sure where we are heading, but I can't wait to get there.
- Journal 1, Entry 26
Thanks to that smuggler who was passing himself off as a merchant I am stuck in a smuggler's camp on Corellia. These low-lifes don't believe in doing favors so I'm going to have to haggle my way out of here. I have no money left so I'm going to have to find another way to pay these thieves. One of them asked me if I was interested in taking out one of his rivals. I don't want to get involved in their affairs, but I may have no choice but to kill for money. Master Sevenar would be disappointed in me.
- Journal 1, Entry 85
After that last job on Denon I seem to have attracted unwanted attention. I think someone has been chasing me, Hunting me. Even worse, I think it's a Sith. Damn, I hate those zealots! They don't stop until they accomplish their goal or die. I've decided to lay low on Coruscant for a while, and hope that it's not a Sith. I'm confident in my abilities, but I know I'm not the best with a lightsaber. I just hope that this is my imagination and nothing else.
- Journal 2, Entry 19
It's been a good year here on Neimodia. There is so much money to be had in the casinos for someone with a bit of an edge like me. They have no idea I cheat, but if anything it only evens the odds since everyone here is a greedy cheater looking to stick their hands in your pockets. Corporations own and run everything here - banks, insurance, even the small food stores on the corners. It makes for a rich atmosphere, but it also creates the horrible shanty towns full of people who can't even afford to buy some food. Naturally the poor get kicked down to the lowest levels of the cities. It makes me sick. Maybe I should use my skills to redistribute the wealth?
- Journal 2, Entry 49
It's time to leave this pit of greed. Someone noticed all the poor people getting rich and now everyone is suspicious. The corporate run police are now watching the shanty towns in order to find out how this is happening. They'll probably get tired of waiting and torture the information out of someone, and that's why It's time for me to go. I've found transport to the Dorin system in the morning. I can't wait to leave.
- Journal 2, Entry 51
I'm lucky to be writing this right now as that Sith that was tracking me found me! I can only assume that he was on the transport with me waiting for the right moment to attack, and it came when I was walking by one of the empty hangars on my way out of the space port. As he had planned we ended up in the hangar where I fought for my life. I quickly realized that I was no match for him, and if it wasn't for the landing freighter I never would have escaped with my life. Now I have to wait in the maintenance shafts until I can sneak on board a ship and escape.
- Journal 2, Entry 54
I don't know how he found me, but he did. That damn Sith found me! After arriving on Mobus and sneaking out of the cargo bay of the freighter I escaped in the Sith jumped me. I was barely out of the space port when he attacked. I tried to run, but it was no use. I put up a small fight before he destroyed my lightsaber and was about to kill me. Luckily a Mobian Jedi stepped in and saved me cutting the Sith in half at the waist. He said his name was Riduuk, and since I've been told Mobians usually don't meddle in other people's affairs I'm greatly indebted to him. He asked if I wanted to rest at his home, and I think I will take him up on that offer.
- Journal 2, Entry 55
The mobian race is very impressive. I feel like an ant standing next to them. Master Riduuk, for example, is eight feet tall, and he says he is only average height. The bone structure, or scales or armor (I don't know what it is), growing on their bodies is also intimidating. They are like giant men with natural armor plating. Amazing!
I mentioned that Riduuk was a Jedi Master - a Grandmaster in fact. He says he is retired from the "Holy War" and just passes the time wandering around the city helping those in need. I'm not sure what war he is talking about, but I would be interested in finding out. I think it has something to do with the Sith because he always mentions the Dark Lords.
I'm thinking I might stay here for a while and learn what I can from Master Riduuk. He appears to be a wise person with many invaluable things to teach. I hope he has lets me stay.
- Journal 2, Entry 61
This morning Master Riduuk said he needed to talk to me. I thought he was going to kick me out, but instead he wanted to know what I was doing about a new lighstaber - which was nothing. He reminded me of how bad my lightsaber technique was and suggested that I might do better with a longer weapon. That's when he showed me his lightsaber staff that was as tall as him. Basically it was a long metal pole with a lightsaber at the end. When I asked him how he kept it from easily being sliced in half by another lightsaber he said its construction included a small shield generator specifically designed to protect the main body of the staff and the hands of the wielder.
The more he tells me about his lightsaber staff the more I want one. Hopefully he will help me build my own.
- Journal 2, Entry 80
Master Riduuk finally found the parts for my own lightsaber staff. It took a few months and two-thousand credits out of my pocket, but I can finally build another lightsaber. The staff itself is a nice size at five feet, but I'm amazed at how light this dilinium alloy is. It's the reason for the large expense, but it seems to be well worth it. Now I just need Master Riduuk to show me how it's made.
You know, I'm glad that he's taken me in like he has. I was getting a little tired of wandering so being in one place is refreshing. It reminds me of my temple back home and Master Sevenar.
- Journal 2, Entry 102
I finished my lightsaber staff today and it's amazing! When I hold it I feel invincible. Now I can fight from farther away and have the advantage. It's heavier now that it's complete and I will have to get used to manipulating, but I love it.
- Journal 2, Entry 129
Master Riduuk has been opening up about this Mobian Holy War during our lightsaber practice, and today he finally explained it to me. At some point Mobian Jedi took a holy vow to fight evil, and while they took care of the average thug it apparently wasn't enough. Their evil needed a name, and it became the Sith when they finally came face to face. Now in their zeal Mobian Jedi actively hunt down Sith in order to feel pious - to feel like they are living up to their vow. Master Riduuk made it sound better than that, but that's how I see it. The problem though is that the Sith far outnumber the Mobian Jedi. I think they'd be smart to leave the Sith alone.
At least Master Riduuk seems to have gotten over it, but who knows what kind of enemies he's made.
- Journal 3, Entry 9
After coming home from our walk through the city I decided to tell Master Riduuk that I was leaving. He took it well and seems to have already known my plans. I will always be indebted to him for the incredible kindness he's shown me. Without him I would be dead, and that's something I will never forget. I am a better Jedi because of him... no I'm also a better person.
It's time for me to continue my travels, but I'll return to visit someday.
- Journal 3, Entry 44
Last night after enjoying the Alderaan countryside I was settling in for the night under a tree when out of nowhere a fight crossed my path. Two Sith were engaging a Jedi in a duel like I've never seen before. The Jedi was incredibly skilled, but he was getting tired against the relentless attack. I don't know why I helped him, but I think my time with Master Riduuk had something to do with it.
While they were heading up a dirt road I snuck up from behind and with my reach cut the leg off one of the Sith. The distraction was enough for the Jedi to get the upper hand on the other one, and just like that the fight was over. He thanked me for the help and offered me a bed in the nearby castle where he served, but I turned him down.
This morning the same Jedi woke me up and offered me breakfast. We sat and ate under my tree for a few hours. He kept talking about the Republic that was formed a few years ago and how the galaxy would be better because of it. I couldn't care less, but I tried to be polite. Before he left he asked me if I wanted to go join the Republic service with him. I told him I had other things to do.
- Journal 4, Entry 33
God, where do I begin? The last few days have been crazy. So crazy that I'm now an acolyte in a Sith temple. I can't believe it. I was hiking in the wilderness of Phu when I came across a large broken down complex in the middle of nowhere. I thought it was interesting so I decided to take a look, but before I could get inside I was surrounded by a large group of Sith ready to kill me. Out of the building walked an old Devaronian dressed in black, wearing a black cape who called himself Lord Farg. He asked me what I was doing there, and the only thing I could think to say was that I was a wanderer looking to become a Sith. Immediately he called on one of his men to attack me in what I now figure was some sort of test. I easily defeated my attacker, and was soon welcomed into the fold.
I hate the Sith, but now I'm one of them. I have to try to blend in before I'm found out.
- Journal 4, Entry 72
One of Farg's men came back today missing an arm. He said that a group of Jedi ambushed his group in a nearby city, and that they were looking for Lord Farg himself. Apparently this Farg has killed a few prominent people in his time and now someone wants him to pay. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling. I'm going to gather my things and prepare an escape route in case those Jedi find this place.
- Journal 4, Entry 78
I was right to be cautious. Yesterday a large group of Jedi stormed the temple looking for Farg. When the chaos started I gathered my things and snuck out. I also swept through the other's personal items for valuables since I would be needing money. I also came across Farg's room, but he didn't have much except for some old books. I took the one that looked like his journal.
By the time I hit the tree line the Jedi were already finishing up. Apart from Farg I don't think any of those Sith had a chance.
- Journal 4, Entry 88
I don't know why, but my time at the Sith temple got to me. I'm feeling depressed, confused and I don't know what else. I decided to visit Master Riduuk again because of it, hoping that he could give me some peace of mind. I should be there shortly.
I've been reading Farg's journal and it appears he was part of some major Sith order, but left after a disagreement. He claims to have killed thousands of people, many of them Jedi, but I never witnessed any of his so-called great power.
- Journal 4, Entry 89
Master Riduuk was surprised to see me, but he seemed happy about it. I told him what had happened to me at the Sith temple and we talked about it for hours. He told me my strange feelings were from the evil influence of the Sith - their Dark energy radiating and affecting me. He explained how hatred begets more hatred, and violence more violence. I haven't felt more violent since I was with the Sith, but I see what he means.
I've continued to read Farg's journal, and I read today how he was the apprentice of a Darth Vorn whom he killed three years after his training had been completed. Apparently in some Sith sects it is expected that you try and kill your master in order to prove that you are worthy to take their place. It not only proves the student's worth, but also gives the master an opportunity to die in battle instead of rotting away in a bed. These Sith are crazy.
I also noticed some of the dates Farg used, and if I calculated properly he is claiming to be over three-hundred years old. Crazy indeed.
- Journal 4, Entry 92
Today while doing our rounds in the City we came to the aid of another Mobian Jedi who was attacked by a Sith. He was incredibly fast and skilled. My job during the ordeal was to keep him cornered. Master Riduuk ended the battle when he used a technique I've never seen before. He began to move slowly, but then I realized that it wasn't him. Instead it was an image of him - many images in fact. I was quickly confused and so was the Sith who fell. When we got back I asked him about it and he told me it was his Force Ghost technique that he worked on for thirty years. He said it's a technique used to confuse and mislead your opponent. Before I could ask he said he would teach it to me. I'm looking forward to it.
- Journal 4, Entry 127
I've been so busy practicing to use my mew technique that I forgot about Farg's journal. I came across it today while looking for something and decided to read some more, and I found something incredible. According to him it's the Sith technique for eternal life. He says his master stole it from a Sith Lord after killing him, and that this technique is just a small part of an entire Sith book of sacred teachings.
I stopped reading before the instructions. I'm afraid of the effect something like this might have on me. I'm not going to tell Master Riduuk either. This has to be kept completely secret.
- Journal 4, Entry 203
Master Riduuk and I were in an accident three days ago. A ship carrying explosive materials crash landed near us and exploded. Master Riduuk was severely wounded as a piece of shrapnel hit him in the neck. I broke my leg. Master Riduuk is stable now and doing a lot better, but all of this has stirred my curiosity about the Sith secret in Farg's journal.
- Journal 4, Entry 220
I'm on a ship to Coruscant. I left Mobus as quickly as I could after reading Farg's journal. I tried to resist, but I proved too weak. According to the Sith to gain eternal life you have to steal it from another person, and continue to do so for the rest of your unnatural life. Reading the passages made me uneasy and sick. I didn't want Master Riduuk to find out.
- Journal 5, Entry 43
I killed a man today. He was a thief who pulled a blaster on me in an alley. I tried to go easy on him, but he persisted. I also did something I shouldn't have. As he was laying there dying I tried to use the Sith technique on him. I'm not sure if it worked, but I feel, I don't know, more alive now. The rush it gave me is the best feeling I've ever had. I feel healthy, strong and ready for anything. Ready to fight anyone!
- Journal 5, Entry 168
As of today I have killed fourteen people - mostly thugs. Like an addiction, this feeling of power, of vigor has taken over my soul, and I can't stop myself from stealing the life away from others. However, I see no reason to stop. There are plenty of bad people in the galaxy that we would all do better without. I know I can control this desire. I will turn this into something positive. I know I can.
- Journal 6, Entry 1
It's been many years since I wrote in a journal - Over seventy-five though I'm not entirely sure. I'm tired of wandering the galaxy. Tired of fighting and tired of killing. I wish I could go back to the Odar temple. I wish I could go live with Master Riduuk. I should have been more responsible. Now I'm an old man who's lived longer than he should have with no home, no friends and no family. Writing in this journal again brings me some measure of comfort, but all I really want to do is find a place where I can live quietly, alone.
- Journal 6, Last Entry, Special note to Luke
I'm glad I could meet you boy. I'm also grateful for that last fight. It was wrong of me to attack you like that, and I offer my apologies to you and your lovely apprentice. The few days I spent with you helped me to remember the good things in my life and gave me the strength to realize my time should come to an end. I hope you have read my journals, and I hope you won't make the same mistakes as me. I wish you luck in your future and I hope that you accomplish all your goals. Below are the instructions for the Force Ghost technique. I know you will use it well.
To Be Continued...
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