Well.. I have a long flight ahead of me before I hit planetside, so I guess a tiny bit of catch-up wouldn't kill us. Listening to my old recordings, it seems I left off before I went to Coruscant.... kriff if I'm going back that far. No.. I think I'll just subject you to the random ramblings of a force-knows-what. Dump all my thoughts in here so I can fall asleep. Not that falling asleep is a very desirable situation, but I may as well sleep in hyperspace while I have the down-time.
*A clattering sound can be heard as she pushes the mic into a more comfortable position. The woman sighs as she collects her thoughts, then continues.*
Multiple personalities.
A unique situation if you liek to obsess over details, but in the end, it's the same thing I face every day. You can be the nicest guy in the world, but it's all for nothing if you're ultimately working for the wrong side. If you're lucky, you get to give the nice guy a chance to change his allegance, but if you can't help him... or he won't accept your help.... you can't let that get in the way of doing what must be done. In the end, the enemy is the enemy. He must be stopped.
Usually that means killed. Of course, I could do that, but I may have enough time, in this case, to otherwise neutralize him. Someone mentioned severing his connection to the force. I could do that.. I didn't say so then, but altering- or blocking -the flow of energy around me has always been a talent of mine. I could easily form a barrier to blind him from the force for a period of time, or even absorb his inner-power and starve his midichlorians. I could disable the body this way, draining his life-force if I wanted... I may have to, scince physically harming him did not seem to have many lasting effects.
The last time we fought.. I hesitated. I simply broke his arms and legs, instead of killing him. I could tell that his "better half" had taken control, and I wanted to offer him my help when he was himself. In spite of my act of mercy, Jaelon, who was helping me at the time along with Zan and Ri, seemed to have misgivings about my technique. I told him we'd talk later... we never did get back to that. I have to make a mental note.
*Her voice becomes soft as she rewinds her thoughts.*
To be honest, I did have one of my old moments of weakness- it took me straight back years ago when Jak would scold me for killing the grauls at the old White Thunder base. The same feeling of regret.... *She catches herself, and her voice hardens, becoming resolute.* ....and the same principle. I've come farther now. I still kill the grauls because I know my reasons for doing so are sound. So will I kill him if I must.
This recording helps with nothing. *She says in a tone that has gradually become more cold than resolute. It's as if she's put herself on a sort of emotional lockdown.* I'll search the ship for one of my purple sleeping potions, instead. I should not have wasted time talking to this machine when I could have been doing that.
*END*
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*A clattering sound can be heard as she pushes the mic into a more comfortable position. The woman sighs as she collects her thoughts, then continues.*
Multiple personalities.
A unique situation if you liek to obsess over details, but in the end, it's the same thing I face every day. You can be the nicest guy in the world, but it's all for nothing if you're ultimately working for the wrong side. If you're lucky, you get to give the nice guy a chance to change his allegance, but if you can't help him... or he won't accept your help.... you can't let that get in the way of doing what must be done. In the end, the enemy is the enemy. He must be stopped.
Usually that means killed. Of course, I could do that, but I may have enough time, in this case, to otherwise neutralize him. Someone mentioned severing his connection to the force. I could do that.. I didn't say so then, but altering- or blocking -the flow of energy around me has always been a talent of mine. I could easily form a barrier to blind him from the force for a period of time, or even absorb his inner-power and starve his midichlorians. I could disable the body this way, draining his life-force if I wanted... I may have to, scince physically harming him did not seem to have many lasting effects.
The last time we fought.. I hesitated. I simply broke his arms and legs, instead of killing him. I could tell that his "better half" had taken control, and I wanted to offer him my help when he was himself. In spite of my act of mercy, Jaelon, who was helping me at the time along with Zan and Ri, seemed to have misgivings about my technique. I told him we'd talk later... we never did get back to that. I have to make a mental note.
*Her voice becomes soft as she rewinds her thoughts.*
To be honest, I did have one of my old moments of weakness- it took me straight back years ago when Jak would scold me for killing the grauls at the old White Thunder base. The same feeling of regret.... *She catches herself, and her voice hardens, becoming resolute.* ....and the same principle. I've come farther now. I still kill the grauls because I know my reasons for doing so are sound. So will I kill him if I must.
This recording helps with nothing. *She says in a tone that has gradually become more cold than resolute. It's as if she's put herself on a sort of emotional lockdown.* I'll search the ship for one of my purple sleeping potions, instead. I should not have wasted time talking to this machine when I could have been doing that.
*END*
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