( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

To whoever thought using those poorly constructed bits of scrap metal as a defence system was a good idea, you can pick up what's left of them on the steps of that library where I woke.

Now. Would someone mind telling me where in the kriff I am? The alignment of stars overhead doesn't look even the least bit familiar.

I find it very annoying that the only times I feel even remotely relaxed these days is when I am outside, fighting those creatures, while any attempts at meditating tend to end up a failure. What does that say about me, I wonder?

If anyone is in need of supplies, please let me know. If I accompany you, I can keep the creatures at bay.

For those who have lost loved ones and companions. I share in your grief and know full well the pain of such a loss, and the frustration of being unable to honour them with a pyre or a burial or however you personally commemorate your dead. However, they are one with the Force now and as such, they will never leave you. The Force will be with us all, always. I hope this may provide some small measure of comfort.

( Private for Knight Solo )

This isn't Coruscant. Not even close.

What in the kriff is going on?