[IC] Khali's Diary

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

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[Font=Bookman Old Style]Diary

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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]