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Dear Dad:
Pretty weird writing to a dead person, right? Except it doesn’t feel any weirder than any of the other stuff that’s been happening lately.
Our detention level has been in lockdown for several hours now with no explanation from the powers that be. I don’t think anybody knows what’s going on. The barge broke down sometime this afternoon. Wembly slipped by to tell us they found a derelict Star Destroyer and sent a crew up to scavenge parts but that’s the last I’ve heard about it. I can tell Trig is really scared and I’m trying to think of all the things that you’d do to make him feel better but it’s not helping. I keep thinking if you were still here, it would be okay.
I know you always said not to have any regrets, but I wish I had been with you in the medbay that last time. I tried to get Trig to talk about what happened but you know how he is about stuff like that, Mr. Keep to Myself.
A guard just went running past our cell in an isolation suit. It was torn open around the mask and it looked like he was bleeding. I wish I knew more about what was happening.
I hope
(unfinished, unsigned)
