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29-04-2023, 10:43 PM
Log 4
The voice starts up within a few seconds, now, sharp gasps of pain. "Mnff. Might need to go to the Infirmary sooner than later... long day. Overused Ansi Niti, still have phantom... burning feeling. Plus lasers. Sam needs to find the business end of a Rancor and explore it, slippery lizard-monkey."
"Day four. Talked to most, if not all, of my fellow Acolytes. Met both Saltaeons personally, with Joslae kicking the tar out of her... relative, Khetal. He was evidently tossed into the wild, but survived, and he seems a family black sheep."
Deep breath. A shuffling sounds out, a light clicking on. Getting out of bed. "Runil told me my Ambitions were hand-holding, that my weakness will be passed on. Tales of lords live on though, and I feel this is an insightful guide for those who walk this path. As much as I have been left to my own devices, this gives me something to do, and for another in my position to follow."
"Ansi Niti is addictive, but because of the Pain. I imagined it would occur, the first cracks in my shell. I meditated it out, but later on, channeled it ineffectively to get the edge in a spar with Sam. He used the Droids on me - I cannot continue to have them be my absolute foil. Coincidentally, I also met Leivé, an Apprentice, that was also both a slave and a dancer. A Twi'lek! We have a lot of common ground, and I hope to follow her if I can, see how she fares. What insights she might have."
Her voice has been muted a bit, but the dinging sound of an elevator sounds and doors, open and close.
Just after the elevator opens again, a low humming from her is heard, a short, soft song. Too much pain for much more.
The voice starts up within a few seconds, now, sharp gasps of pain. "Mnff. Might need to go to the Infirmary sooner than later... long day. Overused Ansi Niti, still have phantom... burning feeling. Plus lasers. Sam needs to find the business end of a Rancor and explore it, slippery lizard-monkey."
"Day four. Talked to most, if not all, of my fellow Acolytes. Met both Saltaeons personally, with Joslae kicking the tar out of her... relative, Khetal. He was evidently tossed into the wild, but survived, and he seems a family black sheep."
Deep breath. A shuffling sounds out, a light clicking on. Getting out of bed. "Runil told me my Ambitions were hand-holding, that my weakness will be passed on. Tales of lords live on though, and I feel this is an insightful guide for those who walk this path. As much as I have been left to my own devices, this gives me something to do, and for another in my position to follow."
"Ansi Niti is addictive, but because of the Pain. I imagined it would occur, the first cracks in my shell. I meditated it out, but later on, channeled it ineffectively to get the edge in a spar with Sam. He used the Droids on me - I cannot continue to have them be my absolute foil. Coincidentally, I also met Leivé, an Apprentice, that was also both a slave and a dancer. A Twi'lek! We have a lot of common ground, and I hope to follow her if I can, see how she fares. What insights she might have."
Her voice has been muted a bit, but the dinging sound of an elevator sounds and doors, open and close.
Spoiler: Redacted
Just after the elevator opens again, a low humming from her is heard, a short, soft song. Too much pain for much more.
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