My wandering begins

You know how they always say it's difficult to leave behind what you're most familiar with? That's it's near-impossible to turn away from what's familiar and blaze your own trail? Well, I'll let everyone in on a little secret.

Those idiots had no idea. Absolutely none.

This is my third week of life outside the Jedi Order. Three endless weeks since those old fools and their cronies deemed me a Sith spy...without any evidence to prove me as such! By Leria, are they blind? Or simply moronic? There was no evidence proving me a spy, only the statements made by another...one whom they refused to identify, yet they seemed to take his/her words as gospel.

Phah. Gospel, my arse. The only gospel that is is one of a liar.

Still, none of it matters in the end. The Council decreed I was guilty, that I must surrender my lightsaber and never again rejoin the Order. That was it. I was expelled. Done. I guess when you're a Jedi who doesn't practice blind obedience to the Order you have to come to expect being treated like garbage by the Council.

So I left. Master Vrook took my saber, and I left. Left the Temple on Coruscant, left Dantooine, left the Jedi, left everything. I never even got to say goodbye to...

Wait, I forgot. There is no one left to say goodbye to. Revan and Malak are away fighting the Mandalorians. Revan asked me if I would join him, but I refused. In one of my rare moments of agreeing with the Council, I told him I would not join, that the risk was far too great. I still remember how angry he was at my turning him down. One would have thought he was asking me to marry him or something...

And Bastila? That girl hates me. It's not my fault I'm so much better than she is at...well, at everything. The only thing that spoiled Jedi brat has over me is her pithy Battle Meditation, which makes her think she's Princess of the Galaxy because all the Masters fawn over her for it. By the Force, gag me already! The little snit can hardly wield her stupid lightsaber, let alone influence an entire fleet! I think it's just a ploy by her to get even more attention from those fawning old cronies. I've kicked her arse far more times in combat training than I can count, and each time she cries to Master Zhar or Master Vandar about how "unfair" my moves were and how I was being "so cruel". Wah, wah, wah...talk about redundancy. Made me want to shove her saber hilt down her throat to shut her up!

Granted, there was once a time she managed to get a small hit off me. She had somehow gotten me tight against a corner (If I ever let someone do that again, please just blast me on the spot!) and was moving in to disarm me. Well, I don't go down without a fight, even when I'm fighting whiny Jedi princesses, so I dodged her saber, parrying it easily with mine. I guess my dodge wasn't perfect, as she nicked me just below my right temple. I got a decent-sized cut out of it, as well as some burned hair, but I was free. And let's just say she was sulking a hell of a lot more for the rest of that day by the time we finished our training session. Gods, but I forgot how much I hate wimpy students, let alone spoiled ones like Bastila.

*sigh* Dammit, I'm all depressed now. I need to brood. Sabyne out.