[IC Diary] - Veilak's Journal

[Veilak]

Brevity.

The Twi'lek was sitting on a rock, surrounded by lush vegetation in the Graveyard of Lower Estate grounds.  He let out a pained sigh, as he put the pair of crutches together, leaning it over  something, out of the view. His lips curled in a straight line as his gaze fixated on the device - which was put a small distance away from the alien, enough to see his entire upper body. He didn't have a vibrosword on him, as well as his new armor. Just a simple, long-sleeved black shirt.

"Well, that finally happened...I got put in my place."

He stretched out his arms sideways, raising them above his head, while gesturing his hands as if he was making some sort of priest-like pose, about to begin his sermon.

"And now I've been promoted to a full-time rock thrower!"

The voice he spoke in, demonstrated thrill as the smile rose on his face alongside it. After a second, he unceremonially let his arms fall onto his sides, as a second after he folded them together, furrowing his brows, adopting a more stern look, as a smile dissipated.

"You try to be nice for a demented and senile Echani and that's what you get for speaking his language. Oh well"

With that he took a pause, as a red hand rose to his chin, scratching it. He narrowed his eyes, letting out a humm.

"Though can't shake off a feeling that he's somehow, uhh....Hmm...That sounds weird to say outloud, but he's...Attached? I mean, look he's an Alien and nobody likes him! He's literally like me but...Older. i guess he has a some sense of responsibility towards me, even if he'll admit to it. Or not."

He rolled his shoulders in a shrug and shook his head.

"No matter. I'll just avoid the man until I can move my legs properly. Few people told me so and I don't want to upset them. For a while now."

Twi'lek's gaze wandered off and fixated on something behind the device. His expression turned somber and his lips curled down. This pause was definitely a lengthy one, as he bit the lower lip, exhaling through clenched teeth and looking back at the device, now a clearly down-trodden look.

"I had that...Nightmare...Again."

Upon finishing his sentence, a visible shudder went down his spine, shown by him curling his shaking hands into a fist and wriggling of his lekku. He opened his mouth to speak, but they as well started shaking and so did his voice.

"Since that night during that trial when...When Kyra died...I-I kept SEEING this scene in my head. How that MONSTER crushed her, tore her inside out and...And..."

Rambling stopped for a moment, as the Twi'lek covered his face in both of his hands, before rising once again and clicking his tongue.

"Tsk. It's been so long since that day and yet, this memory sears within my mind...It holds so much power. The fear, the HATRED it invokes within me...And guilt...I am powerless."

Twi'lek has looked away, most likely at the graves, sighing.

"But that nightmare torments me whenever something fateful is bound to happen. The time I ascended, when I joined the Preservers and even now...Even after this whole beating from Old Flavian, it also resurfaced."

The Alien suddenly snapped, as his eyes widened straight at the device, visibly surprised by something - by an idea, as it would turn out by a vicious smile stretching across his tattooed face.

"Omen of change, huh? I guess it's time to make one. Demand Great."

With that the device suddenly lifted up, as the Twi'lek telekinetically grabbed it, and showing the graveyard before shutting off.