“You dastardly son of a...” Laera muttered, holding her forehead in her left hand while posting her right fist to her hip. “At the time of recording, it has been three hundred and four years since you and your friend Silas Dan'kre vanished,” the hologram continued, its tone conversational. “I have been quite busy during these last centuries, though the circumstances were not my choice. I won't bore you with the details, however; suffice it to say that you will no doubt be able to learn the full story of what has happened from the Jedi Archives or any other reputable historical source. I also trust that you found my holocron and the message I recorded for you at the time of its crafting. If you have, then I need not mince words and can proceed directly to explaining why I've left this recor