Morning Journal

I woke up with Emporer Chihuahua chiding me to put on some clothing.  He's got a sense of humor, I admit, but he is just overly protective.  He and I have a different relationship than mine with Wicket.  Emporer Chihuahua understands what I am going through and often advises me.  He's a bit sassy and snarky, but that is because he has to play that role.  He tries to shock my system with reality because sometimes I just can't see the truth.

He doesn't like the Admiral.  He doesn't trust him and thus wants to be out of the room whenever the Admiral is present.  He believes the Admiral is keeping me as a pet and will try to turn me into a Sith at the first opportunity.  And yes, it was Emporer Chihuahua who peed on the Admiral's boots this morning.  Note to self: put the boots up at night. 

I reconnected with my old Jedi friend, Blackbird.  We reminisced about the past, and he confirmed the Rebellion did receive the coordinates to where this ship is headed and the base is being abandoned.  He reminded me that out of the nearly 900 saber duels we had, I only won 25, mostly because I used mind tricks.  But the discussion dropped when he asked about why I left the order.  It wasn't an easy decision, but the ones that need to be made are never easy.