Senior Advisor Hase and Commander Qurno must be trustworthy; this fleet would not exist if either was the traitor. With this logical deduction in mind, we laid out our evidence to them in our special debriefing.

They seemed reluctant to acknowledge our ideas at first, but with some gentle nudging of the Force to bring some of their paranoia to life we managed to convince them to take it seriously. If we lose either of them this fleet is in serious trouble – I do not want to see the Empire destroy these courageous souls.

At the same time, while they are on board with our efforts, the command is giving us nothing beyond what our current rank already provides. I understand that resources are stretched thin, but if the traitor lets the Empire know our location…

Well, we did not have much time to think or do anything outside of work for the next few days. We landed on [redacted], a blue planet covered with dark green jungles and swamps. It is actually a fairly miserable place – bugs and heat, humidity that makes one want to take a shower by noon. Not that those are readily available here… I miss Balmorra already.

Resolute Base – a good name, very poetic – was quickly put together. Pre-fab buildings, no luxuries of any kind, all erected by the stalwart members of this Rebel Alliance. I was exhausted every evening, but I put my mind to my tasks and found that I was surprisingly proficient. I find that if I take a breath and concentrate, tasks that would normally seem foreign and insurmountable to me before became a bit clearer and natural. I think I have enough general knowledge and training along with experience that is starting to allow me to see how disparate concepts are linked.

In any case, we were taken aside by Qurno a few days in and ordered to investigate an attack on our scouts. We visited the medbay (I still haven't really introduced myself to the doctor – I feel bad about interrupting her work; nonstop work for the medical crew since the evacuation), and spoke to the wounded scouts. They were attacked by crazy venomous creatures, and we received coordinates. I was not looking forward to the trek.

More sweat, more bugs, but at least I enjoyed flying the speeder. I think I am slowly figuring out how to pilot beyond base instincts. The fog was bad, the birds were annoying – a definite test of the senses, which I failed at miserably. Thankfully Sprend was paying attention, and he called us over to a strange small mound. I could not determine what it was at all, but at least we did not walk into the nest of crazy poisonous giant centipedes.

They came charging at us through the thick jungle, and I snapped my lightsaber on instinctively. I thought we might be able to avoid conflict at first, and I touched the mind of the nearest creature to see us as a lesser threat compared to some lurking creature beyond us, and it raced past our cover.

An almost sentient-sounding scream sounded nearby, and I saw Sprend taking aim at another one. And then out of nowhere a massive creature rose up and pinned Damaria to the ground. Instinct took over, and I attacked it with my saber – not really hacking off anything important, but distracting it enough that it lunged at me.

I tried parrying, but it gashed my side, but my counterattack left it bleeding and open to attack, reared up on it's hind legs, and shots from Damaria on one side and Sprend on the other took the beast down with an ear-piercing scream.

While Sprend, Tor and I discussed whether we could bring back some nearby larva to examine and possibly train, Damaria first started maniacally shooting off one of the mother's claws, and then murdered its helpless babies. I am starting to think she might have post-traumatic stress disorder. She might shoot me if I suggest she sees a psychologist. Honestly, these creatures are just following instinct, and who knows what kind of ecological balance she has disrupted here.

I carefully cut off another poison claw with my lightsaber, and we headed to the speeders and then back to base.

We briefly met with the bartender, Haydon, and he apparently knows all about our secret mission and the traitor. After that brief shock, it does make sense. He told us he was a spy, and I suppose he still is. I guess we have one more person on our side. I hope.