Its over for me, tomorrow I will die by firing squad, it seems by little AWOL stunt as upset my leaders, I have been ordered to death. I sit here in my cell looking at the cold smooth floor wondering where it all went wrong for me, I should be a hero for what I achieved but instead I am going to be shot.

I don’t have no last rights I don’t have anything I have been stripped of my honour and everything I had in my life including my clothes I don’t know what to do. There is no escaping from this it’s inevitable, I have tried my best to come up with an idea on how to get out of this but nothing.

It’s the next day, I can not feel anything but fear, I am truly dreading my cell door been opened, I hear foot steps approaching fast, its not the normal pace for a guard or a execution squad, my cell door opens and I see a cloaked figure, the figure tells me to follow them and quick as he passes me some robes to hide myself in, we move through the prison corridors to the back entrance. The figure uses a pass on the door, the door opens to reveal an imperial trader and a spaceship, the figure informs me to climb aboard and make no fuss.

I didn’t know what to say this was a shock to me, I had no idea who this person was and why they seemed so intent on saving my life, I asked my saviour to at least let me know there name the figure tells me there name is Shavona’ola, I thank them and board the trade ship not knowing where I was going.

On board the ship the captain informs me he as been paid to take me to one of the imperial worlds where I shall have to make my own way, he shows me to my room; on my bed is a chest as big as the bed. I look around for a key but can’t seem to find one, on the chest is the seal of a fire caste, I go to the ships kitchen and pick up a knife as I move back to my room the captain steps in front of me with his bolter pistol pointed at me, he asked me what I was planning to do with such a blade, I ask him to follow me and see.