Prologue?

Even the best plan has to bow before the randomness of existence.

...or something like that. I don't remember the exact words since it was my master who said it, and I never listened to his prattle.

Anyway, I always thought it was a stupid theory, a way for the lazy to justify their failures. But now that I'm on a stolen ship running away with half of the Republic's fleet chasing after me, I wonder if I was too hasty in dismissing that theory.

Granted, I did expect they would be pissed, but I didn't think it would be this bad. I mean, they didn't really need to bring three heavy cruisers, an entire squadron of starfighters and who knows how many troopers, padawans, and Jedi knights just to catch me, right?

To begin with, why didn't my plan work?

I'm not sure myself.

No matter how much I think about it, I can't understand why I failed.

I mean, come on, it wasn't a half-assed plan, but a Machiavellian scheme only someone with a very disturbed mind could have engineered it.

I can't think the birdbrains Jedi could see through it. I refuse to accept it.

And yet, what's the result?

A complete failure. And now...everything I've worked for is gone.

My droid Armada? Scrapped. The Trandoshans mercenaries I hired? Defeated. My Mandalorian allies? Killed.

Why? Why did I fail?

I kept asking myself that question but the answer is always the same: I don't know.

The only thing I know is that everything started two days ago.

That day...