[IC] Khali's Diary

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

((originally posted by Khali))

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[Font=Bookman Old Style]Diary

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[Font=Bookman Old Style] Entry One: Arrival

Sat down by a wall behind her was a small humanoid girl, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail and oceanic blue eyes. Her skin was rather dark, and her lips were the same, although it didn't appear to be the result of any cosmetics. The familiar robes of an Acolyte could be seen on her petite frame, hunched over as her arms carefully wrapped around her legs, boots removed, and toes with sharp almost claw-like nails scrunched up in the dirt surrounding a nearby tree. During the entirety of the recording, she never once looked directly at the camera.

The winds passing within the streets of the warzone cityscape could be heard, picked up by the camera. Trash fluttering in the wind, distant gunfire and the sound of metal creaking in its overall destruction...

Spoiler: Ambiance

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[Font=Bookman Old Style]She was a rather fair girl, pretty in an almost exotic way. Something about her wasn't exactly as humane as her surroundings continued to call her. Her eyes spoke a million words, the eyes of someone who'd gone through a lot, in her life. Although here, at the very bottom of the Acolyte pool.. one could imagine such eyes were all too common...

Finally, her voice spoke up

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Acolyte Khali... Entry One. My Arrival.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her torso raised in a sigh, and her hands disappeared from view. The girl quickly adjusting the camera into a straighter position. Her blue pupils grew in their ever-curious nature, although the excitement she always had was inexistent before the camera

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Hello future me. Or whoever is torturing themselves with watching this. This is pretty embarrassing, so if you've come to discover my deepest darkest secrets... Congratulations. You've come to the right place. Although I don't have much to hide. All it takes is for you to ask. Welcome to my diary. I decided it would be a good idea to keep track of my progress. Perhaps it would ease in the fact that, woah.. shocker. I will have changed in a few years. If I haven't? Then I suppose you've come to sulk and look at how much you've stagnated. Tic Toc. Stagnation means failure. You, I, will be dead soon. Change, for our sake...[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]A small breath of exasperation with herself could be heard, her eyes closing briefly until a hand ran through her hair and brought a few strands behind her ear. Although ultimately, she undid her ponytail and allowed her hair to fall freely onto her shoulders for once.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Two days in and for me, a lot has already happened. Even if to the sith that trained us today... I was most likely the worst. Let's start by day one, shall we? Even if it was.. short. I was called down to the planet...Vax. As he later told me to call him. I don't believe he was particularly interested in me. Which is a good..thing, considering the past. I believe he liked my attitude but warned me that it might get me killed. I've decided to tone down on it today, although it doesn't seem to have changed much. Apparently, I remind him of someone? That's.. a scary thought. I hope nobody here knows about whats occurred back home. I'd rather not have to deal with the backlash of that anymore... It was all solved in the past. That was really... After our conversation, I found a bed to stay in. Although much like back home, I didn't stay in it long. I decided to walk around, carefully making sure I didn't step out of our allowed areas.. and found a little peace and quiet. I didn't want to sleep on the metal grounds... So I found a dirted area around a few trees... It'll do nicely for now.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]The girl mentioned downwards, where a brief yet subtle smile appeared on her lips. It didn't last very long, although the expression that replaced it could not quite be defined as sadness. Just.. some kind of focus, into the unknown she so often stared at.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Today was my first lesson. I was called human a total of eleven times. My records clearly state I am not... perhaps it'd be best I inform them? No.. Correcting them would result in punishment. And perhaps their discovered will result in in..further, punishment. I believe it's best they find out on their own. I will neither deny nor accept the fact. Nor will I ever lie about it. We learned about Shii-Cho. The first form. The way of the Sarlacc! Or so they call it. It was exciting... I let the excitement get to my head. I lost focus, and my blade was removed from my hands. My... was that man a hulking beast! I hope he becomes a Sith. It'll be amazing to see what he can do for the Empire. I imagine they'll sing countless stories about the unmoveable brute... One day. I wonder if they'll tell stories about me too? Other than... Nevermind. I learned a new stance... Copied it off of Almir. He's a nice guy, or so it seems. I was also surrounded by a few other Acolytes. I listened in for their names. Atleast.. a few of them. The Sith that trained us only really ever named the purebloods. and so... I know... Ruthut. And Nyrithe. Aswell as Almir! The Echani. I got a few answers wrong.. But she soon corrected me. I've noted her answers down so I don't forget again. I haven't been punished for anything here... And I believe I'm doing an okay job. Although if I have distinguished myself in anything, it's at being bottom rank. The worst answers... Immediately lost the fight. I have.. a lot to learn.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She dreamily looks towards nothing in particular above her, entranced by the very idea of getting better... A click of the tongue followed suit, her eyes snapping back near the lens with purpose. Intrigue and questioning were clear in her orbs, the words that continued only served to confirm it.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]You know, it's a little hard to improve when you lack a goal. All those nights spent gazing at the stars... Hoping I'd one day get the chance to become something useful. That was my dream. That was my wish. But what now? What do I do? What will drive me? A farmer's life just won't due anymore... And hunting animals for dad won't serve me any use here... Hunting Jedi isn't the same, even if Vax seems to like the idea so much. Maybe I can become some kind of scientist.. Give my knowledge of animals to the world! It takes one to know one, right?[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She'd very nervously giggle...

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]But those are the childish dreams of the little hunter girl I used to be. While I may, now, be something lesser. I've been given the chance of knowledge, and tutelage, to rise and take whatever I can. Only my faults will be the cause of my end. These trials will certainly push me to my limits, and make sure to crack open every weakness I present it. The war has no time for foolish dreams. The Empire does not need naive beliefs... The mistakes of today will be erased, and tomorrow I will awake stronger. I'm certain I have not made myself an enemy of anyone in this powerbase. I have no desire to create disdain, and distrust between ourselves. We have one enemy to fight, and one enemy only. So if you've come here, in search of answers to use against me... Remind yourself that I'm here to fight the republic, not you. I'll do everything in my power to make sure each and every member of that faction suffers as the Empire crushes them under their boot. The anger and pain they've caused me will be used to fuel the force within me. I suppose I can understand Vax's eagerness to fight the Jedi.I can only hope revenge will be as sweet as it seems to be in my head.Until next time.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Bending over once more, her hand slowly came out of view, and the recording ended.

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

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[Font=Bookman Old Style]Diary

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[Font=Bookman Old Style] Entry Two: Dismay

The girl sat down onto the ground with a frown upon her face, eyes staring directly into the holorecorder. Her skin was dirty, a darker tone to it all due to a mixture of mud, blood, and sweat. It was rather disgusting on the girl, but she didn’t seem to care much if at all.

Her expression was distant, even now thoughts rose in her head, more important than the words she was about to utter.

The sound of her lonely breath leaving her body..

It was the only sound.
Khali was the only thing around to cause sound.
For miles.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Acolyte...___... Entry Two.. Doing this while I lack a name is.. Going to take some getting used to.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She said with a bit of sadness filling her gaze. She’d been proud of the name given to her, her one distinct reminder of everything her father had done for her. Nonetheless, that was gone now.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I want to say a lot has happened since the last log but in reality, not much of it has actually been good news. I need to content myself with the little victories.. I am not dead yet, and that is what ultimately counts. As long..as my will to live continues on. I’m.. I’m going to make it. I need to, after all.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]The briefest of smiles formed on her face, as if she needed to convince the person watching of the truthfulness of her words. She wasn’t quite lying.. Although clearly something more was to come. Of course there was.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I think this week can be defined by two things. Friendship.. And Loss.

I’ve made many people I consider friends this week.. People who may not consider me that in return, however. When I initially met Apprentice Leive, she decided to toy with me and play with my emotions. I’m..easily embarrassed I guess. But you probably know that.

I was mad at first, for forcing me into that situation. Naturally I’m going to obey a Siths word, but what I didn’t expect.. Is for that silly choice. That...silly game, to actually spark something between me and... Almir.

There's something different about him, that I know you don’t see after our talk yesterday. That’s a good thing, I wouldn’t want anyone else trying to take him from me. I can assure you, I would not let him go lightly.

But Leive has been much more than that. She understands me.. Has even supported me. That uhm.. That was exactly what I needed on that day. Just the slightest bit of support.. And then, I was back up on my feet. Serving once again![/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She shifted position, coming to cross her legs together. Both hands came to land onto her feet, whose bottoms were not placed once against the other. Her eyes looked upwards, to something in the distance, where she stared. Her stare was long.. And silent. She was waiting.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I met someone else too. In Fact I met him on the day of the last log.. But I was too afraid to put his name. Maybe because he reminds me of dad… In a way. Even if he’s a lot harsher and meaner!

He’s been talking to me daily now… Yesterday I allowed myself to believe it was only because his Master told him to keep watch on me.. But I don’t think that’s true anymore. Not after his words. Lord Sanguinis really was hard on him… too. I’m sorry that had to happen to your limbs..

He was willing to train me. In my other form.. Just incase I might be able to impress someone or another with it one day. He showed trust.. Like no other. He knew.. That maybe he was in danger. Or maybe he’s just that strong.. Lightsabers would kill me in seconds.. After all.

But he’s also different than the rest. He’s cared for me, and has trained me in a various amount of things. Not only combat.. But.. just about life as well. I’m really thankful for that. I’d kill anyone that hurt him. Anyone.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her eyes fell to the side once again, almost like she’d just suddenly given up on everything. Her words that followed came out with a croak, lacking the gentleness of before.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I don’t even know if my name has truly been stripped from me. But Lord Sanguinis stated that the Dark Lord conciders me to be lower than any other alien. I should have expected so.. As Vax said. That was the most probable outcome. I shouldn’t be suprised.

I should be contwnt! That...my request to be caged in the ship was accepted. Nobody would need to see me.. and I wouldn't needlessly damage the ship. That's what happens.. when your claws make durasteel look like butter. But.. when I realised it might mean I’ll stagnate.. Grow weak.. And be unable to move around… I quickly became much less enthusiastic about it.

I need to learn telepathy before then.. Just.. just incase anyone does visit. I..know Leive said she would bring holobooks so I can study... But a part of me thinks she’ll never come. I guess I still have trouble trusting in anyone here. Despite how they have acted..

Doesn’t matter much I guess. In the end.. It doesn’t really change much, does it? The hate and distgust people have been looking at me with.. The attitude towards someone lower... I hate it! I do. But that’s a good thing.. In a way. Hate makes us stronger, doesn’t it?

I’m used to being alone anyway. This...this is no different than back then.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She'd almost proudly giggle...

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]If anything it’s better! Now I have the chance to power. The chance to actually prove them wrong. Everyday I grow stronger, and nothing has put a halt to that. In fact, It’s only been more and more by the day. Whether it be life lessons or new force powers.. Vax’ lightsaber training and Leives aid.

Maybe things aren’t as bad as I thought…

I need to get over what’s distracting me. Only then will I really be ready for what’s to come.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her smile grew into a rather unfamiliar one. Mostly because.. It was genuine.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Sort of exciting.. When I think about it.

I can’t wait to see what’s coming up next.

This is the adventure I’ve asked for.. After all.

It’ll only be as good as I make it.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Bending over once more, her hand slowly came out of view, and the recording ended.

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

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[Font=Bookman Old Style] Entry Three: How To Get Away With Murder

The woman was lying down on a rockface, the sound of sabers clashing, Sith swearing, and rather ridiculous insults being given in the background. Should anyone ever get their hands on the logs, the voices themselves could be recognized as no other than Leive, Vax, Flavian, and Tutam.

This cat, however, seemed very relaxed. Bored, if anything. Soon enough, she began to mumble, unafraid of what may be overheard. She was far enough so that they would not hear. She had tested so, by muttering random insults their way.

The sound of an extremely bored sigh escaped her mouth...

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Acolyte...Khali... Entry Three.. Oh dear.. Is this most likely going to be a hectic one.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her eyes were barely looking at the camera itself, instead, staring at the sky behind it, both arms coming to the sides of the video itself, holding the datapad above her head whilst her legs dangled freely off of the rock.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]What does a girl do, when she starts off the week with a proposal? A proposal.. that does not bring me much in return... Almir didn't need my help. He would have killed Ruthut himself.

He posed such a respectable threat. The man predicted my attack, pushed me off and continued to fight like a walking, fighting corpse after I had landed enough fatal blows. Yet... he continued... He gave his blood, sweat, and tears. The man seemed to know he was going to die. But he fought till his very last breath. A fitting death.. for a warrior. I...wish..he would've lived. I wish we didn't need to fight him, that day.

On my first day here... I fought Ruthut. In my humanoid form. He beat me... and Tutam made me swear that I would make up for my mistakes, in the future. Surpass what was once a rock in the road. But.. this... It didn't feel right. It felt like...cheating. We ruined all cases of honor. I murdered him.. all because... I was asked. Was... he..taking advantage of my feelings for him? No. No those are Vax's words getting in my head.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her relaxed nature faded as guilt seemed to fill her expression, perhaps even a little sadness... But she quickly brushed it away, along with the tear forming in the corner of her eye. Gosh. What a crybaby she was...

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]He wouldn't want an alien crying over his death... So I'll stay silent. What happened... happened. It will never be spoken about again. Not to Almir. Not to... -him-. Not to anyone. There's nothing more that I hate than killing an unsuspecting man.. when they're supposed to be...allies... of all people.

But I did it.

I did it without hesitation.

It scares me. It reminded me of before.

Almir says it's how the sith are. We are Acolytes, thus, we are all rivals. Competition. That... this wasn't something to worry about. To feel guilty... about. So I'm trying my best to act tough and... No. I won't forget. Thank you... Ruthut. For reminding me what kind of world we live in. A world where... any promise... anything I might still cling to... that seems fair.. and just.. can be ruined, at any second. Be revealed to be.. but a lie. A trick. By no other than the very person, I may have called a friend.

I'm sorry we did that to you. May you rest in p-... Properly. Wherever you are now.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]The girl almost suddenly stood up, looking over to something that had just arrived in the distance. She frowned, slumping down onto the other side of the rock. Hopefully where no one would see her, placing the datapad into the grass where it held thanks to the small stand on its back. Fine blades of grass now clouded some of the cameras, but Khali didn't seem to care at all.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Great... She's here again. Sith Soti. I don't know why everyone is so interested in that fight. They've been at it aaaall daaaay.. Give it a break.

Ugh... You know, ever since getting here, my opinion of the sith in general has been utterly shattered. Yeah... They have the strength dad spoke about.. that undying will... that lust for power. The ability to crush what hurt them.

But by the force... They are utter assholes. My robes tore on my last mission, once more ordered to transform, and naturally... I could neither disobey or waste time by removing.. said robes. Twice now have they been destroyed... Fine. That's okay. I was given civilian clothing worth nothing at all to compensate for it.

But of course... witch fingers Soti comes in, in the middle of a training session with Apprentice Tutam.. essentially telling me to strip, and disregarding any permissions The Lorekeeper had given me... Resulting in.. a week, of total nudity, cold, chills in both day and night, forcing me to walk around the camp.. in my underwear. Why? Because I'm nothing, apparently.

Sure.

I wonder what kind got stuck up her ass for her to get so stuck up. I know purebloods are xenophobic, but I've outdone most if not all of your little lobsters already. At least acknowledge me, it's not difficult.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a puff of air blowing a strand of hair that had fallen onto her cheek, and over her eye. Although a random chuckle escaped her as she stated

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]But man'o'man.. That right hook from Lord Sanguinis... Hitting her right in the face. Oohf..! I heard that through the pot she'd thrown over my head. Removing it to see her laying on the ground in punishment was satisfying.

I hope it'll make you realize how much it's set me back. I don't even hate you. I was genuinely interested in what your job entailed... Back when I first joined. I'm here to make friends, not enemies amongst the people I will fight alongside. What's...the point of that in the first place.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She'd look at the camera, faintly pouting.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]But everyone does things for a reason... I.. want to understand yours. Maybe I'm in the wrong. I'm willing to accept that, but you need to show me why. Not... beat me, and embarrass me senseless... I'll learn nothing from it.

But! But but but... This week wasn't all too bad. This.. other sith. Kaidar... He's been.. helping me. Helping me buildup the dark side in my core... Without.. triggering that other side of me. It's helped a lot... I'm eternally grateful to him for it. But I'm..worried. I don't understand -why- he wants to help in the first place.

He mentioned he finds me interesting but... I don't know. Everyone has said that. The word doesn't mean a thing to me anymore.

Then there's... Orgkez. Apprentice to none other than... Lord Sanguinis. Apparently, he was set up to tutor me.. in a sense. I haven't seen much of him... But I'm up for it. He seems... Thoughtful. Like Leive. Maybe it's something everyone in their species is like? I don't know. I haven't met many Twi'leks.

He didn't seem very surprised when I turned. More curious.. if anything, like Apprentice Horuset. Speaking of... I .. haven't spoken to him in weeks. Last I remember he wanted to run tests... Maybe it's taking longer than he expected. Or maybe... He just lost interest. I don't know. I guess we'll see.

Otherwise... This week's been spent... mostly alone. Training by myself... I just want to get away from the noise. I need some peace and quiet... Yes yes, I know the code. But I'm not going to change an expression just for the purpose of keeping to it.

I hate urban cities... and I'm beginning to hate this planet. But... I'm trying to get as much experience out of it as I can.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her expression turned serious... Almost morbid in nature.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I should appreciate the freedom while it lasts.

After all...

The second I step foot on that ship, I'll be forced into a cage.

Who knows if I'll ever get out. Maybe the Dark Lord will decide it to be an easy way to get rid of me.

It's like a curse, they said. To be bound to that man.. Lord Sanguinis. After what he did to Vax... After what became of Xuna...

What's in store for me?

Maybe that's.. what I'm truly afraid of.

I've found the answer, Kaidar.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]As soon as the video had begun, it shut, just as quickly.

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

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[Font=Bookman Old Style] Entry Four: Call me........

Khali could be seen sitting on a rather large tree branch, the trunk stood behind her in all of its glory. The trees in the background were nothing short of huge, the width of the trunk itself, several times the length of Khali herself. This wasn't the jungles and swamps of Dromund Kaas, but someone could certainly mistake it for so, by the rain downpouring in the dark, damp background.

Spoiler: Ambiance

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The top of her legs was just barely seen dangling at the bottom edge of the screen, her head covered by the hood of the new robes. Much unlike the Acolyte robes, one could mistake her for a simple civilian. Her face mostly covered by the lack of light coming into the camera, and the shadow caused by the clothing itself.

But all that could be seen was a smile. Was that correct?

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]Khali, is gone now... I think whatever remains of that name is what's been inscribed in the memories of those I've met along the way. Your memories, Almir. The only one I could possibly imagine has a reason to read these. Who wants, to read these.

I'm alive. Well, and strong. Maybe stronger than ever. So you don't need to worry![/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]She tilted her head and a streak of white, almost blonde hair fell from the hooded shade, a tint of purple highlights covering the tips.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]This, has by far, been the weirdest, most confusing, most painful month of my entire lifetime. I hope you don't get confused by it. I really want you to understand why our next interactions will be limited. Sadly, it's out of my hands.

For now, atleast.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her smile faded and she looked up to the sky, water pouring onto her face. Both hands seemed to rest on her lap, something else, or perhaps.. someone, else, was holding the camera for her. She looked comfortable, even without the balance of her species. The branch itself so large that she could probably roll from one side to another without the risk of falling at all.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I messed up.

It all started during the spar. It was going well... I had to introduce a new Acolyte, and he seemed cool.. for a Pureblood. I thought.. this was the time I could finally show myself off. Destroy what others thought of me, and prove myself. I'd been practicing with you for months... The front lines made me prepared, and I've already killed so many. Another new Acolyte would never best me. But I remained cautious.

He did well! I was surprised. I wanted to get to know him. I'm annoyed that I can't, now... But that's not the point. During the second attack I continued on.. you saw. You were there. The blue man-made the droid turn on and.. I lost it. I thought I was going to die because I didn't know how to deflect its bolts... I turned and.. Well.. you know the rest. I deserved it... I went against his warnings.. after all.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]The girl raised her right arm and.. revealed well. The inexistence of it. There was a rod, in its place. Just barely forced out of the sleeve as she brought her free hand to pull it back to her shoulder. No cybernetics... No stump. Just.. a singular, metal, rod.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I don't know what this is for. The doctors keep explaining it to me but I can't get myself to listen. A part of me thinks everything is over, I'll never be able to run as myself... I'll never be able.. to hunt, like myself. Because of that's what that form is to me.

The form everyone is so intrigued about. The form, others, despise more than womp rats. I'm a Felacat..after all. It's just in my nature...

But as I thought my life was over and done. That I was cursed to fail the trials.. dying in the process or fall to karma for killing those two Acolytes... I was saved...

By you.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her head fell down again. Where beautiful and dark blue eyes once stood, the glint of yellow corruption could be seen. It had yet to overtake them completely, and as lightning clashed in the background, the changed expression on her face was revealed. She wasn't happy at all. Nor was she sad... The resounding feature on her face.. was anger. Although the reason why would never be spoken. Not here.

Not now.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I went to -my spot- as you told me to, after having gotten over my anguish and reverted to my current self...

He was waiting for me there. He knows you, apparently.

I don't want to say his name. To be honest, I don't think it matters, because I think you know who he is aswell.

He offered me a chance. To ...fix me. And I return, back to you. I risk the chance of getting the arm cut off again.. Or worse, killed for getting rid of such a horrid punishment. Or for it to happen again.. later. Or to restart. A second chance at life. To become no one, in order to one day, become someone.

I accepted, after making it seem like I was angry.. that I was forced into this situation. I just wanted [b]her to fee a little less guilty. I'm sorry. I don't actually hate you at all. I'm not angry at you...

But.. here I am. Still an Acolyte of the Sith Empire.. but with.. more? Or ...is it less? I've been clothed, washed, even given a basic blade. Soon, I will even have an arm again. I'm to receive training from the man that came... He's strong enough that he, also earned the title of Lord of the Sith. Even if.. well.. I guess he got it differently than most.

He's...scary. The way he talks... It's different from the other Sith. He doesn't speak of his power... He doesn't talk about his accomplishments. But the way he does, you can tell.. If you messed with him... you'd...[/b][/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]Her voice trailed off... the thought didn't matter enough. She didn't need to think about that... She'd never cross paths with the man.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]But he's also different because.. For some reason, he keeps calling everyone here... In this.. group.. or organization... Family. It must be true because... Despite each having their own... goals... Their own... allegiances. Some fighting the republic. Some even fighting the Empire. At the end of the day, none of them, care... They look past that. The only true allegiance they have.. is each other.

They're family.

Now.. apparently, I'm a part of that.

Me, who is now no one.

I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style]A thought then came to mind, and her eyes widened a little.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]It's...time to begin, on this new journey.

I won't leave what I have behind... Not all of it, at least.

I'll train under his wing. I'll ask him to send me through similar trials so I could become his own, apprentice, one day.

From now on, Khali is gone. Everything she knew, is gone.

This is an entirely new lifestyle Almir... I just hope you still love me, and what I will become.

You're all I still possess from that life...[/indent]

[Font=Bookman Old Style] Again... Her voice trailed off. A few seconds lingered until she retook her smile. It was warm, welcoming.. almost nostalgic and sad.

[indent][Font=Bookman Old Style]I love you, Almir.

I.. think that's all, for now.

I hope you find this.

Only you know where it would be hidden.

Oh.. And.. next time we meet...?

Call me Castila.[/indent]