Dreams. For me they are a fascinating thing. The one time for I sort my thoughts into a place where I live. It is curious how I do it but I just do. It is like I'm living it, like I feel it. Sometimes I'm walking among the fields of Naboo, or the busy street of Corellia. I dream of freedom, freedom from the awful place I am forced to live in. I dream of my own life, with imaginary parents and what I could've been if my parents could've. Could've what? Disappeared? Captured? Imprisoned? Killed? It is all a mystery to me because unlike other people here at the Imperial Academy, I only remember one thing from my past. A beautiful woman getting struck down by Imperial Shocktroopers! Who was the woman? How is she connected to my past? Is she still alive? Did she even survive that horrible cut?
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| - Dreams. For me they are a fascinating thing. The one time for I sort my thoughts into a place where I live. It is curious how I do it but I just do. It is like I'm living it, like I feel it. Sometimes I'm walking among the fields of Naboo, or the busy street of Corellia. I dream of freedom, freedom from the awful place I am forced to live in. I dream of my own life, with imaginary parents and what I could've been if my parents could've. Could've what? Disappeared? Captured? Imprisoned? Killed? It is all a mystery to me because unlike other people here at the Imperial Academy, I only remember one thing from my past. A beautiful woman getting struck down by Imperial Shocktroopers! Who was the woman? How is she connected to my past? Is she still alive? Did she even survive that horrible cut?
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| - Dreams. For me they are a fascinating thing. The one time for I sort my thoughts into a place where I live. It is curious how I do it but I just do. It is like I'm living it, like I feel it. Sometimes I'm walking among the fields of Naboo, or the busy street of Corellia. I dream of freedom, freedom from the awful place I am forced to live in. I dream of my own life, with imaginary parents and what I could've been if my parents could've. Could've what? Disappeared? Captured? Imprisoned? Killed? It is all a mystery to me because unlike other people here at the Imperial Academy, I only remember one thing from my past. A beautiful woman getting struck down by Imperial Shocktroopers! Who was the woman? How is she connected to my past? Is she still alive? Did she even survive that horrible cut? Well this is the night I found out. As soon as I fell asleep I had the dream which was actually a memory. 'He is not my son.' Cranker said. 'He is just a child me and my wife were taking care of. Please don't hurt him!' 'Fine, boys take the kid on the shuttle and lock this man up!' The main trooper said harshly. 'Charger please!' Cranker pleaded. The main trooper, Charger turned away with tears dropping down his face. And then I woke up breathing heavily at the shocking revelation!
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