Revan’s Journal: The Fall of the Endar Spire
Empty….
Do soldiers usually feel empty?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been part of the Republic army. Yet I can’t remember anything I did in the Mandolorian War, nor anything else that comes before which isn’t clouded in mist…
I’ve been assigned to the Endar Spire under the direct command of a Jedi named Bastila Shan. I know I have never met her but for some reason; her face is familiar to me. But that isn’t something I should be worrying about right now, as of the moment; I’m stuck in a fire fight with Sith troopers boarding the ship. Thankfully, my bunkmate and fellow soldier, Trask Ulgo was able to find me the moment I woke up after being thrown out of my bunk from an explosion.
It’s only been a few minutes since the start of the ambush but the ships banged up pretty bad, now the only thing left to do is to fulfil our mission objective and make sure that Bastilla gets out of this alive. I don’t even know why she’s important but what the hell; I’m a soldier, not a damn philosopher. When the orders come, you obey without questions, without hesitation and without thought of self preservation. If you’re still breathing after that, then consider yourself lucky, you get to fight another day.
After a few more rounds against the Sith, we finally made it to the bridge, as ordered by Carth Onasi, unfortunately, no one’s left. So technically, we risked our necks for nothing. Well that being the case, it’s time to save our own necks.
Trask suggested that we made our way to the escape pods, if Bastila were still alive, she would already be there, heck she would have already left for all I knew. Seeing that there were no other options, I agreed.
As we made our way to the escape pods, as fast as our feet could carry us (believe me, fighting off a larger group of opponents that your own is tiring work, so you can only just imagine the fatigue me an Trask were feeling) the door in front of us opened.
There stood a man wielding a red, doubled-bladed laser sword. A lightsaber as they were called. He was bald, with heavy looking eyelids that made him look like he was sleepy, but he gave off an aura of hate, greed and fear. His black armour didn’t make him look any better; it simply justified the feeling in my gut that this was not someone you wanted to get smart with. This was a true Sith warrior. A true servant of what Force-users called the Dark Side.
For some reason, something in my head was telling me that I could hold this man off, maybe even defeat him, but I needed more time than what was given to me. Before I could tell Trask to get moving, he did something pretty stupid, possibly heroic, but stupid none the less. He jumped in front of the Sith, told me that he would hold him off, and jammed the door shut. Knowing that he was going to die, it was only the fact that it would be pointless to try and open the door as I didn’t have ample time that made me move from my current position.
As if things weren’t bad enough, I get a message from Carth that there was only one escape pod remaining and that if I didn’t pick up the pace, he’d have no choice but to leave me behind.
Redoubling my efforts and with a little help from an adrenaline shot I found, I was able to make it to the escape pod just in time before Carth left without me.
As our pod started to fall into the atmosphere of the planet below us, I started thinking about why the ship was attacked and was the lives of all those people we lost a just sacrifice just so we could save a jedi who probably didn’t even know the names of the people she commanded…
