Monday, August 29, 2011

Entry #42

*There's a long pause at the beginning of the recording, so that it might seem like it was activated by mistake. Or was it? After a while, two sets of footsteps enter the room. One is the light step of a woman in heels, and the other is the steady stride of a man. They enter slowly, and stop for a few moments as if standing to watch something silently. Finally, the older woman's voice breaks the silence, speaking in a soft Nabooian accent.*

   How much longer do you plan on keeping her here?

   She wil stay for as long as is necessary. *He answers, in his own contrasting Upper Coruscaunti accent.* I don't plan on taking any chances. Not this time..

   Did you ever consider that confining her to the base would be taking a chance in itself? She's safe from outside dangers, I know, but it's not in her nature to stay in one place for so long. Even when I kept her as a child, it was hard for the girl. She's a restless soul- she'll go crazy being cooped up and not knowing when she can leave.

   She never needs to leave.

   Is that true, Lawrence? *There's a pause, as he doesn't answer, and Arden soon continues.* I know you will do as the force wills, whatever that may be. I only ask that you think about it.

*Her heels click softly out of the room, as she leaves him alone. He takes a few steps forward, nearer the mic, and there's a muffling sound as he sits down on the bed. The mic rolls under the covers, and soft breathing of a sleeping twi'lek can be heard. Lawrence groans quietly. He says, as if talking to her..* Hm.. as the force wills..  Does the force will you to be in danger like this no matter what I do? Does the force will you to be taken from me? We.. will see...  what the force wills...

*END*

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