Rogues and the dreaded ‘Mari Soo’ stir up trouble in The Secret Diary Of Luke Skywalker.
1809 hours: Mon Mothma told me to “stop moping about Bespin” and to get on with my life. After all, she added, much as I’d lost my hand and all, she was sick of “removing Wes Janson from my quarters at ungodly hours of the night, demanding a ‘goodnight kiss’,” and “it’s your responsibility as commander to keep your squad in check regardless of how you’re feeling” and “civic duty” and “orange flightsuits” and blah blah blah. Huh. See if I blow up a Death Star for her again.
…It is Friday, right?
Mildlyinteresting but nowhere near as good as “The Darth Side: The Secret Diary of Darth Vader” written some years ago.
Found it!
http://darthside.blogspot.com/
Yeah, we got that back in the day:
https://clubjade.net/?p=574