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From the Personal Journal of Vall Juridian, Exile
Entry Date: 19:3:06 BBY
Location: Unknown world, Outer Rim (exact coordinates omitted)
It is done.
The Republic is gone. The Jedi are gone. And the war—if you can still call it that—is over.
I don’t know how many of us remain. I don’t know if anyone will ever read these words. I shouldn’t even be writing them.
It happened so fast. One moment we were pressing the final Separatist stronghold, victory in sight. The next, my own men—men I’ve bled with, men I’ve saved, men I’ve mourned—turned their rifles on me. No hesitation. No explanation. Only precision.
I survived because I felt the surge in the Force a heartbeat before it happened. Instinct took over. I cut down… Force forgive me… I cut down brothers. Clones whose faces I still see when I close my eyes. Commander Nurek was among them. He didn’t even shout my name—just fired.
I ran. Not from fear of death, but because staying meant becoming something worse than dead. The sky was thick with Republic—no, Imperial—star destroyers. The channels were flooded with propaganda. “The Jedi have betrayed the Republic.” A lie repeated loud enough to drown the truth.
The Force… is silent now. Not the strained, distant feeling from Felucia, but an absence. Like something sacred has been ripped away. I can still touch it, but it is cold, unfamiliar—an empty echo of what it once was.
I have no ship of my own, only a stolen freighter. I’m keeping to unmarked routes, drifting between shadowports. Every time I sense another presence in the Force, I hide. It could be a surviving Jedi. Or it could be one of them.
I will not contact the Temple. I will not contact anyone. To do so is to draw the Empire’s gaze, and their gaze now kills without hesitation.
I swore to protect the Republic. That oath is ashes now. The galaxy I fought for is gone.
And so… I will vanish with it.
I don’t know where I’ll go yet. Somewhere remote. Somewhere the Empire will not look.
Somewhere I can bury my lightsaber and the name “Jedi” with it.
Perhaps, in time, I will find peace again. But not today.
Today, I mourn.
—Vall Juridian, Former Jedi Knight, Former Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic, In Exile
