"Civilization and citizens were supposed to be the two highest priorities in my job under the Clovoc. What I saw in my time under Imperial control has proven otherwise. Currently, I'm in hiding far within the reaches of my home-city, and plan to escape when morning comes. I have defected, killing two Imperials who were terrorizing the citizens of my home. I was caught in a moment of panic, I wasn't sure what to do, and in that moment, my hands acted in my minds absence. I do not regret my actions, but understand that I can no longer be here. In the morning, I will board a trading ship owned by a friend of mine. He has agreed to take me to Naboo. From there, well, I'm not sure, but my friend refuses to help me any more than this. I'm sure I can figure something out." *Recording Ends*