Subject: Wait for me at Port Nowhere

I don't care what anyone else says. You can't be dead. Not like this. Not after everything we've gotten through together.

I flew back to where Marr's flagship went down. Escape pods have scattered all over the blasted sector. You've got to be in one of them, and I'll keep scanning until I see your beautiful face again.

If you make it back to Republic space before me, go to Port Nowhere and send me the signal. I'll come running-- but not before I stop off at the market on Coruscant that sells that thing from Naboo you like so much. I noticed you ran out of it.

Come home. I love you.

Subject: For when you wake up.

I've written this message twice now. Okay, more than twice. Kinda weird writing something that may never be read. Lana says you're locked in carbonite, but alive. (Yeah, we're in touch. Long story.) I like to think you're having one crazy dream. And maybe I'm in it. But I don't want to presume. We never declared what this--you and me--is... was... Have I mentioned I'm bad at relationships? Another reason I'm a workaholic.

I'm rambling. The point I'm trying to make is--whatever's between us, I want you to know that I care about you. A lot. The whole galaxy's lost its mind. The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that you're out there, and we're putting together a plan to rescue you. I might not be there--we've all got our parts to play--but I haven't forgotten about you or our time together. I never will.

Subject: MIA

Don't know when you'll read this, but I'm certain someday you will. As far as I'm concerned, your status is "missing in action." Not "presumed dead." Definitely not "killed in action."

Whatever happened when that fleet attacked, you got out of it. You've made it through worse. I don't know where you are or why you've gone silent, but I monitor your holofrequency at all times. The moment you transmit a signal, I'll be on it.

If I hear you're behind enemy lines, I'll break through them. And if you're on a mission so secret you couldn't even tell me about it, I'll understand. You need the galaxy to think you're dead, I'll play along--but I know better.

I spent a lifetime waiting to find you. If I have to, I'll spend another waiting for you to come back. That's what love is.

Subject: I remain your loyal servant.

My lord, it's likely I'm prattling to no one. Still, I had to sent something.

You're not one for minced words, so I'll be blunt: The Empire needs you. More than that-- I need you. Discord reigns in Drommund Kaas. Without your leadership, the crew disbanded, and I have received little assistance from the Dark Council or Imperial military. No one will grant me an audience, much less answer my inquiries.

I should have come with you aboard Darth Marr's ship-- stood in my rightful place by your side. I know I've made mistakes, but I thought I had a lifetime to make up for my betrayal. Now I'm faced with the possibility of never seeing you again... and it makes me ill. I cannot accept it.

The shame of my past actions and my love for you will fuel me for eternity. No matter what anyone says-- I know you're alive, and I will find you. Even if it kills me.

Subject: "I know you're alive"

Happy anniversary. As of today, you've been missing for a whole year. You beat your old record from the Emperor's Fortress. Everyone's given you up for dead except me. Thing is, I'd feel it if you died. The connection we made is too strong to just break apart. I've spent hundreds of hours meditating - trying to find you. All I get is a great big nothing where you used to be. That can't be right.

Did you find him out there? Did you fall to him again? Sometimes, I dream that you're standing in my doorway, but you're not you anymore. You're him.

Everything's gone wrong since you left. The Republic is giving up to the invaders. Nobody can tell me what happened to Master Satele. The Jedi Order is dying, and I can't save it. I couldn't even keep our crew together.

You have to come back.

Subject: Farewell

Everyone says you're dead. I thought I'd feel the empy place in the Force that was your presence. I search, but I find nothing. It's like you were never there. What does it mean, that you could die and leave no trace?

I close my eyes to see your face. I shut out everything to hear your voice. The secrets we told each other. The plans we made. The future we were building. I know now who took that from us. I saw the Eternal Empire's warships above Dromund Kaas. They tried to kill me, too. They almost did.

The Sith adn Jedi are helpless against this enemy. I've left them all behind. I never belonged to those failed orders, no more than you did. We were always something special. Now it's just me.

Something is drawing me to the darkness beyond the edge of Wild Space. Maybe there will be answers waiting for me. Maybe I won't be alone anymore. I wish you were going with me.

Subject: I will find you

I know you're still alive. I could feel your presence even after the destruction of Darth Marr's flagship. You were travelling away from me, deeper into Wild Space, faster and farther than I could follow. When I concentrate, I can still feel your pulse and hear your thoughts like distant whispers. You're in pain, and I can't stand knowing I'm powerless to help you.

They moved the Noetikons back to Coruscant after the attack on Tython. I've been consulting them, especially Bastila Shan's. She understands what this feels like. You've done so much for so many, and now it's time for your allies to honor you in return. The Esh-kha, Gaden-Ko, the Balmorrann resistance... I will rally these old friends and lead them to wherever you are. We will brave the dangers that await, my love.

Stay strong. We will come.

Subject: You win

Don't know why I'm sending you this message after three years. You'll never see it. If you survived what happened to Marr's ship, everyone would know--and if you ran off to start over without me, I'd sure as stars have heard about it by now. You've never been any good at staying inconspicuous.

Want to hear something funny? I didn't give up on you until today. I searched all over Wild Space, even after Corso said it was time to face the truth. And then this morning I remembered the first time we kissed, and how I promised myself I'd never let you make a sucker out of me. I'm the one who was supposed to leave when things got bad.

Damn you for getting the last laugh, just like always.

Subject: The Song has gone quiet

We do not know if this will reach you, but we had to try. We have meditated on the destruction of Darth Marr's frigate, replaying the events from all angles, but we cannot find clarity. The Song of the Universe crescendoed--its vibrations overtook the stars, then... silence. Your aura, normally so bright, dimmed, and the vessel we have made our home grew cold.

Your scent lingers, but your essence slips through our fingers. For the first time since the cave, we are afraid of what the next verse will bring. You have become part of us. We cherish our life together--the experiences we share and the sensations you evoke. We do not know what we will be like without you. We do not want to know.

Please come home.

Subject: Things I'll never know

It's been almost a year since I last saw you outside of a dream. Every day, I have the same question. How did it end ? Were there a hundred bad guys swarming you, like a bunch of killiks trying to take down a krayt dragon? I want to think you went down swinging and took most of them with you.

But other times I wonder if you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some external bulkhead ripped open next to you. Hard Vacuum 1, Empire's Wrath 0. Maybe it was a reactor-core breach, and you never even had time to feel the heat ?

They say powerful Sith can come back from the dead and appear to the people they had strong connections to when they were alive. Will I wake up some day and see you ? Will you finally tell me what happened? Will i know if you had time to think about me before you died ?

Subject: Perseverance

Dearest,

We've lost the battle. Jorgan and I have pursued every available option, but our final appeal has failed. Legally, you've been declared killed in action.

I know it's not true. I'm sending you this message because I know that somewhere, someday, you'll read it. I will never give up on you. And if the Republic military won't help me find you, I will explore other options.

We first met on a search and rescue mission - I suppose it's only fitting that we reunite the same way.

Yours always,

Elara

Subject: Just tell me you're safe.

I don't believe you didn't make it to the escape pods. You've survived worse disasters without breaking a sweat. You're the best Jedi in the whole galaxy, and it'll take more than one lousy Sith battle cruiser going boom to kill you. I had to learn a lot of math in medical school, and I've run the numbers. You've gotta be alive.

There's only one explanation for you not answering my calls. You're on some secret mission, and you can't tell ol' Doc for his own safety. I get it, gorgeous-- but enough's enough. Give me a shout back because I'm pacing a groove in this deck waiting to hear from you.

And if you decide to surprise me with a personal visit, that's fine, too. I'm easy.

Seriously though, everyone's worried. You've been gone too long.

Subject: Don't come back

Got to hand it to you, agent--you've got style. When I'm done with a person, I sneak out in the middle of the night. leave a note, if they weren't a complete waste of time. Not you. You blow up a frigate to cover your escape. Always the clever one. Thought we had a good thing going. If you wanted out, you could've been upfront with me. I'm a big girl-- learned long ago men aren't worth crying over.

Thought about hijacking the Phantom, dropping the others planetside somewhere. But it's got your stink all over it. No, it's time to get back to me. Truth is, I'm grateful. Obviously, I was getting soft. Won't happen again.

Just remember--I was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Subject: Ret'urcye Mhi

These are the things I wish I had said. Don't go aboard Marr's flagship alone. I know you're not afraid of him. You're never afraid of anything. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with you. But I have a bad feeling about this. I can watch your back and make sure you get out alive. Let me come with you.

I never thought you'd be first into the Void. I hoped we'd go together, when we were both old--but not too old for one last glorious battle. Now I have to fight alone. So be it.

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. I can almost see the look on your face reading those words. You never did learn Mando'a worth a damn. I'll translate it one last time.

I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.

[/RAINA

The Intelligence training regimen taught me I must be ready for anything. Under your guidance, I prepared for the unexpected, but when Darth Marr’s frigate exploded… I hesitated, and now you’re missing. The truth is, I don’t know what to do. No one has answers. I thought about reaching out to Lana Beniko, but I can’t risk the Sith finding out about me. Especially not now, when I have no protection. Kaliyo thinks your disappearance is a scheme and I should forget about you. But I can’t do that. I’m not ready for a life without you, sir. It’s too dangerous for me to stay in Dromund Kaas. I’m going off the grid for a while, but I’ll be monitoring the HoloNet for any news concerning your whereabouts. I love you. Please come back to me.

Subject: Closing Shop

People in our line of work never seem to retire. We all talk about it. Everyone plans to get so rich they can afford to buy themselves a nice little tropical planetoid in some remote system way off the main hyperlanes. That's the dream, right? Sit around drinking on a beach and enjoying old age? But I keep noticing how nobody actually does it.

Braden? Dead. Crysta? Dead. Most of the Great Hunt contestants from the last ten years? Three guesses what happebed to them, and the first two don't count. Now you're on that same terrible list because you couldn't resist going after the scariest boogeyman the galaxy's ever seen. Who could've predicted that would turn out badly? Oh, wait--it was ME.

Not sure why I'm even writing this. Closure? Just to say "I told you so"? It dosen't matter. The Galaxy's falling apart, and I don't need a front-row seat. I'm done with the buisness. All it's ever done is take away the people I cared about

Subject: Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la

A Mando knows every mission could be the last. None of us can count on seeing the next sunrise. There's only now. Sometimes we get lucky, and we march together all our lives. Sometimes, we only get a single battle. You and I had a few years.

They were good years.

You honored me. You saved my life. You loved me better than anyone ever has. I'll repay those debts. I'll carry your memory with me on every hunt I take until the day I die.

The ones who killed you are invading Imperial space. They think we won't fight back. They're wrong. Mandalore is gathering the clans, and I'm answering his call. Ret'urcye mhi doesn't mean goodbye--it means "maybe we'll see each other again." If there's another life beyond this one, I hope we do.

Subject: Everything ends

You were always going to leave me. I knew that. It was inevitable the moment you killed my old master. I pace the ship's corridors and eavesdrop on your acolytes. Some mourn you. Their grief makes me smile. Beyond that, I feel nothing.

I'm free. I'm alive. I'm more powerful than ever, and I don't fear death. Not mine, not yours. The worst happened. I'm still here. Someone already seeks to replace you as the dark center of my universe. Why should I cry that you're gone? Why write words to a dead man?

Why?

Subject: Blast it, where are you?

None of your Council friends will speak to me, and they grounded the Fury. Whole capital's in chaos. Rumors flying everywhere. Look, neither of us likes to be clingy, but you can't pull a disappearing act and not expect me to worry. We're a team.

I'm not a sentimental guy, you know that, but if something's happened to you... I don't think I can go back to my old life. Used to feel like relationships were nothing but dead weight. All I wanted was to fly free, no attachments. But what we have together--I wouldn't give that up for anything.

I know you're alive. It would take more than explosion to kill my girl. Even a really big one. If I don't hear from you, I'll commandeer a shuttle to find you myself.

Subject: They just keep coming

I'm stuck in a trench with Forex and running low on ammo. Skytrooper dropships are inbound, probably two minutes out. Feels like the longer break I've had in weeks.

We've been fighting these things for two months now. We hunker down and shoot until our barrels melt, and more of them just keep showing up. Getting real tired of it. Might not be so bad if I just had my wife here with me like I'm used to.

I know you're still out there. No way you're dead.

Two months is long enough. Please come back to us.

I remain your loyal servant.

My lord, it's likely I'm prattling to no one. Still, I had to sent something.

You're not one for minced words, so I'll be blunt: The Empire needs you. More than that-- I need you. Discord reigns in Drommund Kaas. Without your leadership, the crew disbanded, and I have received little assistance from the Dark Council or Imperial military. No one will grant me an audience, much less answer my inquiries.

I should have come with you aboard Darth Marr's ship-- stood in my rightful place by your side. I know I've made mistakes, but I thought I had a lifetime to make up for my betrayal. Now I'm faced with the possibility of never seeing you again... and it makes me ill. I cannot accept it.

The shame of my past actions and my love for you will fuel me for eternity. No matter what anyone says-- I know you're alive, and I will find you. Even if it kills me.

Title: "I know you're alive"

Happy anniversary. As of today, you've been missing for a whole year. You beat your old record from the Emperor's Fortress. Everyone's given you up for dead except me. Thing is, I'd feel it if you died. The connection we made is too strong to just break apart. I've spent hundreds of hours meditating - trying to find you. All I get is a great big nothing where you used to be. That can't be right.

Did you find him out there? Did you fall to him again? Sometimes, I dream that you're standing in my doorway, but you're not you anymore. You're him.

Everything's gone wrong since you left. The Republic is giving up to the invaders. Nobody can tell me what happened to Master Satele. The Jedi Order is dying, and I can't save it. I couldn't even keep our crew together.

You have to come back.

Title: "Farewell"

Everyone says you're dead. I thought I'd feel the empy place in the Force that was your presence. I search, but I find nothing. It's like you were never there. What does it mean, that you could die and leave no trace?

I close my eyes to see your face. I shut out everything to hear your voice. The secrets we told each other. The plans we made. The future we were building. I know now who took that from us. I saw the Eternal Empire's warships above Dromund Kaas. They tried to kill me, too. They almost did.

The Sith adn Jedi are helpless against this enemy. I've left them all behind. I never belonged to those failed orders, no more than you did. We were always something special. Now it's just me.

Something is drawing me to the darkness beyond the edge of Wild Space. Maybe there will be answers waiting for me. Maybe I won't be alone anymore. I wish you were going with me.

Subject: Perseverance

Dearest,

We've lost the battle. Jorgan and I have pursued every available option, but our final appeal has failed. Legally, you've been declared killed in action.

I know it's not true. I'm sending you this message because I know that somewhere, someday, you'll read it. I will never give up on you. And if the Republic military won't help me find you, I will explore other options.

We first met on a search and rescue mission - I suppose it's only fitting that we reunite the same way.

Yours always,

Elara

I don't believe you didn't make it to the escape pods. You've survived worse disasters without breaking a sweat. You're the best Jedi in the whole galaxy, and it'll take more than one lousy Sith battle cruiser going boom to kill you. I had to learn a lot of math in medical school, and I've run the numbers. You've gotta be alive.

There's only one explanation for you not answering my calls. You're on some secret mission, and you can't tell ol' Doc for his own safety. I get it, gorgeous-- but enough's enough. Give me a shout back because I'm pacing a groove in this deck waiting to hear from you.

And if you decide to surprise me with a personal visit, that's fine, too. I'm easy.

Seriously though, everyone's worried. You've been gone too long.