[b][i] Becca Twilight[/i][/b]

I sit in Synclair’s room, cradling Rosalie while her mother sleeps. It certainly was a sight to see; Synclair rocketing through the tunnel towards the compound, a squad of speeder mounted troopers on her tail. Jakito was luckily able to time his button pressing right so that the tunnel flooded just as Syn escaped, trapping the troopers in a watery grave.

I worried for Theron though. He still haven’t returned from the mainland, and the possibility of him being captured or dead was growing more and more real my the minute. Jakito wanted to go and look for him, but we agreed it was too risky. We just had to hope he escaped.

We needed to get off Dantooine, and soon. The Republic occupation was getting worse and worse. It would only be a matter of time before they did to us what Darth Malak did to Taris all those years ago. But, unless we could find a way to break through the blockade, we weren’t going anywhere.