4 hours, 17 minutes, 28 seconds.
29 seconds...
30 seconds...
I should've been asleep long ago, but I can't bother now. Everything looks bleak now. While our recent mission to Malastare was a success, it's not enough. Miralukans and lightsabers aside, we're simply ill-equipped to handle the next few months.
On the upside, it seems that Millie was right about Daedon being the greatest threat, but she lost the details somewhere along the line. He's clearly a cunning individual, now in command of a great deal of power, both personally and politically. Given these numbers, I now estimate a 7.2658 percent chance of victory against the Sith, and even then, only with heavy losses on both sides.
By coming here, we've committed the single most horrific act of genocide in the history of the galaxy. We have abandoned our native timeline, leaving no one to stop this splinter reality from coming into being in the first place. Perhaps we could have made more a difference back then. All I know is that we've made too many mistakes here, and have run out of room for failure. Daedon's victory isn't assured, but our losses are. Given Millie's estimates, many of us will die, and I wouldn't be surprised if the Order is wiped out. Meanwhile, we're stuck clinging to a set of idealistic beliefs established by a bunch of hypocritical lightsaber-jockeys. I'd imagine that when someone says "I'd rather die than be a slave to the Jedi," they'd mean it. Now we've lost Shino, and while I've changed all the access codes on the Excel, she's still getting that ship back, and possibly in better condition than it was in before, if only to help her evade capture in the future.
Of course, I'm also sorely tempted to end this all now. It wouldn't take much. I could just pull the lever. I've got the path already charted out, with an extra day or two to compensate for the hairier temporal dilation issues on our return trip. Granted, someone's likely to notice me transferring power to the secondary hyperdrive, but, could they stop me? Would they stop me? Krussik might. He trusts me in some ways, but I'm sure he has his eye on me now. He feels too strong a dedication to life as a whole to let us abandon this timeline. It's easier for me, if only because they're all already dead. 143 years is a lot of time to fix things, and it's starting to feel as if that's the only solution. I didn't like the Jedi back in my time, either, but dammit, they were at least slightly more bearable, vastly more numerous, and infinitely more competent.
Perhaps I'll schedule a meeting with Caira. I'm sure she means well, but as long as they follow their current line of thinking, they're doomed. The Force may be a powerful ally, but unless it can change the odds for an entire galaxy, we're doomed.