Rusty sat on a bench, thinking to himself. He tried to mask his Force presence, but felt he wasn't doing a good job at that, and he didn't seem to care. His mind was preoccupied. Someone had once told him that he was too caught up in the past, too troubled to do anything useful with himself. But Rusty had done something useful. He had trained under Han Skywalker, and passed his trials into Knighthood easily. Rusty stared at a picture in his wallet. It was a young girl, about 14 years of age. She had shoulder length brown hair and the most beautiful eyes. She was a very pretty girl, and as Rusty thought of her, a few tears ran down his face.
"Megan...how could I...how could I have gotten where I am today without you...you brought out the best in me...I became a Jedi to protect the people I love, and in the process, lost you...the one I loved the most. Now I'm alone again...truly alone. I'm not the hero you thought I was. I'm NOTHING!!"
Rusty sighed heavily, and stood, stretching his legs and returning his wallet to the breast pocket of his robes. His saber dangled at his side, swaying slightly as he moved. His mind went back to his lost love and he sighed once more
"Perhaps I can still prove myself to you after all. I suppose I should try to get on with my own life. That's what you would want for me. And I had better make some friends whilst I'm here."
Rusty's thoughts then went to his old Master, Han Skywalker. After Rusty's parents were killed, he began his training. Han had become like a father to Rusty. He told Rusty the truth, no matter what the consequence. For that, Rusty truly respected him. Rusty sat back down at the table, and thought to himself silently, reflecting on the difficult hand he'd been dealt in life.