A/N: A late, unofficial entry to a challenge ("Deary Diary") posted at another site. Two OCs, an astromech droid and one crazy, swampy planet that is not Dagobah.

Survival Quest!

Although, in truth, it's really a mish-mash of humour, drama and angst. This is written in a diary format, so entries are on the short side, but hopefully will progress to a longer length as time goes by.

THE ISOLATION LOG:

The Diary of A Lost Rebel

Entry #1
Time: 0630 hours

Thank the stars something survived that crash. Though, this isn't really all that useful, is it? A datapad.

A datapad. Wonderful. Of all the things that could have survived that burning wreck of an X-Wing – food, supplies and beacons come to mind – adatapad is the thing that decides to be indestructible. A slightly malfunctioning datapad, I might add. Took me ages to get it to work. Or maybe that has to do with the fact that it's more than a little beat-up. It's got scorch marks all over it. I'm surprised that it actually works.

Then again, that explains a lot.

All hail the mighty makers of datapads. I wonder who made this one.

Oh. I see. The company logo is written on the back. StarSave. What a name.

Yes – I'm sarcastic. Do you mind? More to the point, do I mind? No, I don't mind. No one's going to be reading this except for me. I doubt there's anything else on this forsaken mud hole. Slime and muck all over the place. I'm a mess and I can't find clean water. Just a tropical swamp. It stinks.

And my X-Wing is gone. Sunk, right out of sight. I'm not getting it out – no chance. Not unless I'm Luke Skywalker or somebody. I've heard the stories. We all have. Mr. Jedi who saves the day at Yavin and explodes the Death Star.

That was two years ago. That was before I joined the Rebellion. Two years ago, I was sixteen and didn't know what to do with my life. Now I'm eighteen and don't know what to do with my life. I tried to be a pilot, but I'm getting nowhere without my ship.

This. Stinks.

Literally and metaphorically.

Stuck in a swamp – I tell you! Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to get out of this mess.

I don't even know how I'm going to eat!