Sherrena's Holo Diary.- Chapter 2.

[Joslae]

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**The holo figure would be visible once again , a few days after, her face severely bruised, she'd be seen sitting down, pondering, only her person would be visible, the image would come across flickering from time to time, The back round wouldn't whatsoever be visible, therefore it would be extremely difficult to be able to actually realize of where her location would be , currently. The figure would be very very serious, a cruel gaze upon her eyes, seemingly no longer smiling, It's as if all kindness has been taken out of her. All she can feel is hatred. As if something evil has taken over. The previous recording would actually be a lot warmer..This..is different.**


" It's treason then...."



***The figure would pause shortly after this first reference, seemingly in pain, and very very angry. There's something seriously mental with her expression. What could have happened? Let's find out.**


" And so shall the true bloodshed begin. It seems as a small number of my peers appear to be weaker than I thought of them to be. Some, sit in a corner, keeping their heads down, until a lot of other acolytes are there with her, 'friends' to be able to support her..otherwise they shut up..as they -should-. Refering to Acolyte Vinitia. The Zakkulian Traitor among our ranks. It seems as she is too weak to deal with anything on her own, Didn't she sell drugs?"

"You see, when I was a child, my father always told me to make sure to 'forgive , and let go of the past'. But then, when my mother died my father's 'wise' words changed...His new saying would be 'Destroy them. Burn them if you have to. You will get hurt first. But that's always the beginning of their -doom-."


" And he was right. Some acolytes think themselves 'oh so' powerful because A superior ordered them to beat me up. That's what really happened. They didn't do it alone. They didn't do it out of their will, Because some are actually smart. The rest, like Acolyte Vinitia, or Lyana who's name has a better ring to it as 'Fat Amy' , or the disgusting smelly Twil'lek, seem to believe they are so strong, and so capable to force an already knocked out person on to pain. Because That is what I assume happened, judging by this terrible excuse of a mark on my body..whoever did that..I think I should inform you now..If your attempt was for a ..scratch, then do not -really- actually believe you're capable of passing any trials that are to come."
 
" Talking about cowards, that attack an already fallen acolyte, let's talk about that smelly new twil'lek addition. She keeps saying something about a 'Gzeskha' or whatever it is she is attempting to refer to, I'll just assume she's talking about her poor mother who sold the twil'lek acolyte so she can actually live a better life. And..she's a twil'lek..so figure -that- out..."

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**The dark haired , beaten up woman would seem to lean a bit backwards, trying to rest her back as well, against the comfort the chair offers, even the slightest bit would be of use. Taking a small break, with a sigh, she turns to speak once again**

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//*File: LOCKED.
-This part is only visible by the original datapad and the writer's diary notes.-

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"Now.. I don't know how to put this in a way so I do not offend my superiors. But there's a particular Apprentice who I'll just be calling ' She who must not be named'..for personal reasons. I still respect her, Obviously I'm -obligated- to. And let's be honest, I fear of what might happen if I do speak my mind. Although the particular Apprentice has showed no kind of significance, my opinion? she -has- to get laid..soon..., But it's not really like she is going to see this anyways. She probably has nothing better to do other than sit around and talk her opinion about those that she knows she is allowed to command, thinking that she actually shows off any sort of power ordering around those who are -obligated- to listen. That's not called a leader, I sincerely hope you -know- that...Same way you should know that nothing you attempt is -ever- going to stop me. I'm going to see you drop your own jaw when I'm standing there next to you, saying of how bad you are at judging power. Because you are -very- bad at it. When the time comes, This file will also become accessible to you. Gods, I'll show it to you myself. For I only fear of the other superiors's reactions..I don't really care about -yours.-"

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" Conclusions? Nothing of importance really. The acolyte team was -forced- to attack me, by orders , it never happened willingly, the rest are -all- words. When even at -least- one of them beats me alone, Then they can brag about it, and then I may even shut up. But since that hasn't happened..Lyana..Vinitia..Twil'lek number 2...You are still nothing...The trials are coming.. And my plans still stand.. But now..I also had time to think over every step carefully, and I must say...I'm -going- to succeed in these trials, and I'm not stopping until I prove myself. And when I -do-..Oh..Only the expression on your faces. As I choke you so hard you can barely breath..is going..to be...priceless."
 
"...Let's see if I'll make another recording, anytime soon..Now..I must rest. And think of ways to slit "Fat Amy's" throat. I must admit..it's very fun picturing it on my head. Blood, endlessly dripping off..their neck..you know there's this single sensitive spot at the center of your neck that just forces all the blood out..-slowly-.."


**The figure would pause, as she concludes she'd make a few gestures to her neck showing to the watchers the spot she's talking about. Her gaze as cold as ice, and the message would flicker entirely before shortly after, managing to disappear, whoever is to see this, should note there is a file -LOCKED- attached to this Diary. What could it contain?..**