I had been working hard all week and finally had a chance to unwind at a local cantina, maybe unwind wasn’t quite the right word because I had no recollection of making my way back to the rooms assigned to me and my wife. My wife had already gone to the Shadow Academy to study and I was home alone and dealing with the effects of the night before. Grabbing a stim drink and sitting at the table I tried to focus on my own lessons for the day. I was really wondering if today was going to be a good day.

The call came in via holo viewer and the persistent chirping was getting on my nerves as I tried to study. Having a hangover was bad enough but the noise from some damn electronic squawker was getting to be too much! “WHAT!” I snarled at the holo viewer stabbing the activation button. The holo viewer sprang to life showing a person I had not seen in over ten or fifteen years, maybe longer. I blocked out much of my past with mind-altering drink so I was sometimes hazy on years and memories from when I was on the run. The transmission was fuzzy from numerous bounces between routing stations and the scrambler I had installed, but I could make out what was being said and started shaking my head in disbelief. “Janos, please, regardless of what happened I know you can help me. Please don’t let your anger get the better of you, I know deep in your soul you are still the kind child I played with when we were Padawans together.” My jaw dropped at that. Played with? More like got my backside tanned more times than I could count because of him! I spent more time facing a corner than at saber practice because of all the trouble he got me in. I turned my attention back to the holo, “—aster is ill, I know Lilith can heal him and you can help. I know you can gather the supplies needed for his medicines. Ple—“ What in the name of the gods is that moron thinking! He’s the bastard that sold Lilith and me out to my former master! I remember pleading with him not to say anything, to just let us be. I remember the look of fear in my dear Lilith’s face when he ran off to find our masters and tell them of our hidden love for each other. I sat down breathing hard in frustration and feeling my head pound and stared at the visage on the viewer.

I began thinking of how I would have to reroute my answer so I couldn’t be traced to my current whereabouts I started my reply. “My dear Ch’Cadick, you miserable pile of Rancor filth. I will dance on Master Thuallan’s grave when he finally dies and with any luck you will be buried with him. Because of you, Lilith and I had to flee, because of you I fought and killed the man who raised me. I hope you rot in a Sarlacc Pit. Lovingly yours, Janos”

Feeling rather good I hit send and took another sip of my drink. Yes today might just turn out to be a good day after all.