*Just plain worn out, and droning into the recorder, the voice sedately rambles on. One sentence seems to run into the other, and occasionally, you might swear you'd heard the even marching of armored boots on the ground.*
How bad is it when kark made more sense in the zombie hole? Should I take it from the top, now? Out of the flower-hole, I go to work at the garden house.. sorta check on it.. fortify it against whatever funky New Doros voodoo created the zombies. My work attracted a rather arrogant Doshan who at first attempted to attack and interrogate, until Stlian showed up and tried to.... eat him? He needed energy. Badly. Bit the lizard in the neck like a vampire and drained him weak. Gave me a chance to punk him with my house, and he surrendered. Pacified for now, but he'll be back. Not sure about this one. Healed Stlian's thirst for energy, though.
Stlian. He knew something about where those undead came from. Was part of the team that dug up New Doros. I would have asked more, but... nah... he was in pretty bad shape. Coming down from a bad rage. He needed rest more than anything. Rest.. energy.. a friend who has his back.. He has me, but I am not enough, and I know. I have no gift of empathy. In fact.. I often find myself turning to Ashla for such insights, young as she is. She asks about Stlian. I know she would like to be his friend, but he's afraid to see her. I tried convincing him to visit.. he says he will. I think it will be good for both of them.
Few days later, had to keep my appointment with that shrink the sullustian hooked me up with. Eleyenora Roseward. That just sounds pretty... Heh. ...but I know better than to trust beauty anymore. I like her, though. Gotta' watch her, but yeah, she pegged me pretty good on a couple points. Has some file on me... need to know more about that... gotta talk to Plo... Eh. Anyway, I'm going back. See where that goes.
Leaving the office, she mentioned some trouble in town square or whatevertha'kriff. Of course I had to see that, but I was late to the party and the troopers were already cleaning up. There I met Messy. Ex 501st clone trooper. A good man who was forced by his programming to do horrible things.. and it's given him flower. I fear I might have tripped some old programming through my connections to Secura.... or he is embarking on a sort of mission of redemption... or he thinks my powers make me a jedi like the ones he idolized in Republic days... or.... I still can't comprehend why, but he tells me I'm his master now.. that he serves me. I worry for this for so many reasons. The most outstanding: I don't want to abuse it. I know I can't live up to this impossible standard. I fear what will happen when he finds this out himself.
For the present, though, I worry about his mind's recovery. I tried to help him with some of his memories by trying to guide him through them in his mind. Things went.. badly. Thank the force Zan was there as anchor, and pulled us both out before losing our minds completely. It was the first time I failed in guiding another through his mind. It was also the first time I looked into a programmed mind. Except my own, which I can also not cure. It's all connected somehow... and I get the feeling it's all right in front of me... but I can't seem to make the shards fall into place. Meanwhile, he hasn't spoken. I don't know if he's aware or not, because my mind is to burnt out to see. I think Sayon was here, but it's all such a blurr.. gotta' call him and find out.
Speaking of gotta call... met an outcast witch up around where I used to live. Need to seek her out when we recover. That will be interesting. Gotta' remember to avoid the locals, though, or things could get hairier than her adorable giant spider.
So yeah. Strange times. Strange even for my standards. May the force be with us all...
*END*
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How bad is it when kark made more sense in the zombie hole? Should I take it from the top, now? Out of the flower-hole, I go to work at the garden house.. sorta check on it.. fortify it against whatever funky New Doros voodoo created the zombies. My work attracted a rather arrogant Doshan who at first attempted to attack and interrogate, until Stlian showed up and tried to.... eat him? He needed energy. Badly. Bit the lizard in the neck like a vampire and drained him weak. Gave me a chance to punk him with my house, and he surrendered. Pacified for now, but he'll be back. Not sure about this one. Healed Stlian's thirst for energy, though.
Stlian. He knew something about where those undead came from. Was part of the team that dug up New Doros. I would have asked more, but... nah... he was in pretty bad shape. Coming down from a bad rage. He needed rest more than anything. Rest.. energy.. a friend who has his back.. He has me, but I am not enough, and I know. I have no gift of empathy. In fact.. I often find myself turning to Ashla for such insights, young as she is. She asks about Stlian. I know she would like to be his friend, but he's afraid to see her. I tried convincing him to visit.. he says he will. I think it will be good for both of them.
Few days later, had to keep my appointment with that shrink the sullustian hooked me up with. Eleyenora Roseward. That just sounds pretty... Heh. ...but I know better than to trust beauty anymore. I like her, though. Gotta' watch her, but yeah, she pegged me pretty good on a couple points. Has some file on me... need to know more about that... gotta talk to Plo... Eh. Anyway, I'm going back. See where that goes.
Leaving the office, she mentioned some trouble in town square or whatevertha'kriff. Of course I had to see that, but I was late to the party and the troopers were already cleaning up. There I met Messy. Ex 501st clone trooper. A good man who was forced by his programming to do horrible things.. and it's given him flower. I fear I might have tripped some old programming through my connections to Secura.... or he is embarking on a sort of mission of redemption... or he thinks my powers make me a jedi like the ones he idolized in Republic days... or.... I still can't comprehend why, but he tells me I'm his master now.. that he serves me. I worry for this for so many reasons. The most outstanding: I don't want to abuse it. I know I can't live up to this impossible standard. I fear what will happen when he finds this out himself.
For the present, though, I worry about his mind's recovery. I tried to help him with some of his memories by trying to guide him through them in his mind. Things went.. badly. Thank the force Zan was there as anchor, and pulled us both out before losing our minds completely. It was the first time I failed in guiding another through his mind. It was also the first time I looked into a programmed mind. Except my own, which I can also not cure. It's all connected somehow... and I get the feeling it's all right in front of me... but I can't seem to make the shards fall into place. Meanwhile, he hasn't spoken. I don't know if he's aware or not, because my mind is to burnt out to see. I think Sayon was here, but it's all such a blurr.. gotta' call him and find out.
Speaking of gotta call... met an outcast witch up around where I used to live. Need to seek her out when we recover. That will be interesting. Gotta' remember to avoid the locals, though, or things could get hairier than her adorable giant spider.
So yeah. Strange times. Strange even for my standards. May the force be with us all...
*END*
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