Looking back on the last few years, I never imagined my path would lead here. It all started on Bracca, a scrap world where I was hiding, a cog in a massive machine, trying to forget the Jedi I was supposed to be. Cere and Greez pulled me from that rusted purgatory, and the Stinger Mantis became my home. But peace is a fragile thing in the galaxy, especially for someone like me. The Empire's shadow is long, but sometimes the most persistent threats come from the underworld's darker corners. For me, that threat had a name: the Haxion Brood. Their pursuit was relentless, a constant hum in the background of my fight for survival, like a faulty hyperdrive motivator you can never quite silence. It was Sorc Tormo's gang that first truly captured me, tossing BD-1 and me into the Ordo Eris arena. We fought our way out, but that encounter was just the first thread in a tangled web that would redefine my life.

The Haxion Brood's vendetta became a defining feature of my exile. In Survivor, their hunters shifted from opportunistic ambushers to a dedicated, systemic threat. Every jump to hyperspace was punctuated by the anxiety of their potential interception. Yet, something changed during that time. On my journey to rebuild the Jedi, I crossed paths with Caij Vanda. She presented an opportunity: take out Brood affiliates for credits. I needed resources, and they were a clear enemy. So, I did it. I became, in a technical and very real sense, a bounty hunter. The irony wasn't lost on me. The prey was turning on the predators, dismantling Sorc Tormo's network one mark at a time. It was during these missions that I felt a strange duality. The focus required was not unlike meditation, but the goal was capture or elimination, not peace. My lightsaber, a tool of defense and justice, became a scalpel for a very specific, violent surgery.

This experience opened my eyes to a whole subterranean layer of the galaxy's economy. Bounty hunting isn't just blaster bolts and bravado; it's a complex trade. I began to understand the mechanics, often thinking of the legendary Jango Fett. I'd heard tales of his methods—the slow-motion scans with his specialized visor, the strategic use of a whipcord to capture targets alive. The challenge of a "dead or alive" contract in a crowded firefight is immense. Trying to isolate and capture a single individual in a maelstrom of combat is like trying to pluck a specific, thrashing eel from a churning, electrified sea. You must have perfect situational awareness, patience, and a willingness to change tactics on the fly. Eliminating every other enemy first to secure a live bounty is a brutal, methodical process. These aren't just skills for hired guns; they're lessons in control, precision, and consequence.

My Bounty Hunter Toolkit (Adapted):

Jedi Skill	Bounty Hunter Application
Force Sense	Tracking prey, sensing ambushes, reading intentions.
Telekinesis	Disarming targets, creating barriers, retrieving evidence from a distance.
Enhanced Reflexes	Dodging blaster fire, winning quick-draw confrontations.
Mind Trick	Extracting information, causing distractions, avoiding unnecessary conflict.

Now, in 2026, the galaxy is different, and so am I. The Brood is wounded but not dead. Sorc Tormo's obsession will only have festered. His manhunt will be more vicious, more personal. He's lost face, credits, and personnel. The hunter I've become understands this drive all too well. The question that now hangs over me is not just how to end this feud, but what I become in the process.

The tease at the end of my last known chronicle suggested I might hang up my lightsaber. To put the fight behind me. But can you truly walk away when you've made powerful enemies? The bounty hunting business, once a means to an end, has become a potential path forward. Even without Caij's tips, I know how to find work. The networks exist. The need for someone with my... particular set of skills is always there. It presents a fascinating, dangerous possibility: What if I didn't wait for the Brood to find me? What if I used their own game against them, becoming a hunter of hunters? It would be a grim, poetic justice—a fallen Jedi using the tools of the shadow world to protect his found family.

To abandon this arc in a future chapter would feel hollow, like building a starfighter only to leave its hyperdrive unconnected. The conflict with the Haxion Brood and my dabbling in their trade has fundamentally altered my story. A resolution is needed, one way or another. Will I sever this thread permanently, leaving Sorc Tormo's empire in ruins? Or will I find myself further entangled, my identity as a Jedi Knight blurring with that of a mercenary for hire? The line between hunter and hunted has not just been crossed; it has been erased. I am both, a product of a galaxy that offers no clean choices, only survival and the ghosts of the paths not taken. The future is unwritten, but it smells of ionized air, spent blaster cartridges, and the cold silence of space between stars—a bounty hunter's atmosphere.