Rogue One: My Stardust
Published on September 30, 2017 by Paul Ciano
This is the message I was sent.
Saw, if you are watching this, then perhaps there’s a chance to save the Alliance. Perhaps, there’s a chance to explain myself and, though I don’t dare hope for too much, a chance for Jyn, if she’s alive. If you can possibly find her. To let her know that, my love for her has never faded, and how desperately I’ve missed her.
Jyn, my Stardust, I can’t imagine what you think of me. When I was taken, I faced some bitter truths. I was told that, soon enough, Krennic would have you, as well. As time went by, I knew that you were either dead, or so well hidden that he would never find you. I knew if I refused to work, if I took my own life, it would only be a matter of time before Krennic realized he no longer needed me to complete the project.
So I did the one thing nobody expected. I lied. I learned to lie. I played the part of a beaten man, resigned to the sanctuary of his work. I made myself indispensable, and all the while, I laid the groundwork of my revenge.
We call it the Death Star. There is no better name, and the day’s coming, soon, when it will be unleashed. I’ve placed a weakness deep within the system. A flaw so small and powerful, they will never find it.
But Jyn. Jyn, if you are listening, my beloved. So much of my life has been wasted. I try to think of you, only in the moments when I’m strong because the pain of not having you with me, your mother, our family and, the pain of that loss is so overwhelming I risk failing even now. It’s just so hard not to think of you, think of where you are, my Stardust.