Forever annoyed
Journal Entry:
PERSONAL LOG – ENTRY #221
Location: Naboo, N-3 Seraphim Landing Pad
Status: Systems powering down... and brain powering up?
“A Jedi doesn’t have normal days,” Master Quin once told me. But I think today might actually qualify. And weirdly enough? I’m kinda into it.”
Well… we made it.
Back on Naboo. Bright sun. Blue skies. Clean air that doesn’t taste like rust and regret. A landing pad crew waved at me like I was someone important. BRED beeped something smug (he claims it was “thank you for the guidance,” but I heard [you landed five degrees off again, flyboy]).
Classic.
We touched down about twenty minutes ago. The moment the struts kissed the permacrete, I swear it felt like the Force itself took a deep breath through me. Systems are mostly off now—reactor cores idling, shields down, transponder muted. BRED’s already rerouting power to auxiliary because he knows I’ll forget. He gave me one of those shrill, attention-grabbing chirps just before I walked off the ramp. You know the one.
[“If you die forgetting something, I’m haunting your gravestone with pop-up ads.”]
(Thanks, buddy.)
I looked around the landing bay while I sealed the hatch. People moving. Droids whirring. Officers checking manifests. Nobody special… and yet everyone seemed like they had somewhere to be. Something to do… and for the first time in a long time—I do too. Not some galaxy-spanning, fate-of-the-stars mission. No Sith lords. No Force visions. Just… duty. Purpose. Direction. It fits.
I think I’m starting to wear it well.
Heh. I caught myself smiling in the reflection of a loading crate. Not smug. Not nervous. Just… glad to be here. To show up. To try. That’s the part no one really tells you about, right? Showing up is half the job. The other half is being present enough that someone else feels like they can show up too.
So yeah, it’s not glamorous. I’m not dueling anyone on a catwalk or outrunning TIEs (yet). But I’ve got my saber, my helmet, my droid, and a walk in my step that says "Hey, whatever today is? Let’s meet it head on." And maybe, just maybe… if someone sees me walking that way—they’ll decide to walk too.
Duty calls. But today, it’s not shouting. It’s more like a nudge… and I’m okay with that.
Now if only BRED would stop rearranging my flight playlists...
Log End.
(—Michael out.)
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