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15-07-2026, 05:47 AM
//Open secure file
//Password - ********************
//Authorizing
//Authorising//Password accepted//Begin recording...
Entry 31...
The hum of engines were the first the to hit the devices microphones, a steady background sound without banging or ticking or clicking. The signs of a well kept machine. Above the hum - breathing, not one set but two distinctly separate beings. Though the deeper more relaxed breathing sounds soon fade away as if distance was being created. The swoosh of a door -- padding footsteps, the platter of bare feet on hard deck if you were keen to analyze such sounds. A faltering breath, pained groan and the creak and protest of a leather seat as weight caressed by fabric was applied. A deep, rasping sigh follows.
It has been --
Pause, more breathing - and drumming. Fingers on a hard surface. The soft sound of a chair being swung back and forth and spun at the same time.
-- A whirlwind of a week. Things have developed - things I did not see coming. Couldn't have seen coming. In my wildest imaginings did not expect in the slightest. Where to begin? Hmh, out of safety - I'd better not go into all of it.
The red oaf and his master - well - lesson learned I suppose. Do not greet a red oaf over an open comm unless you want to be kissed by his knuckles.
A dry laugh, cold without mirth.
Though it could be a cultural thing. Perhaps that is how their kind flirt.. if so - well - I suppose the race are built like blocks for a reason.
On the other hand, the new acolyte cadre seems to be consisting mostly of women. And very few purebloods. I wonder if our Darth is rolling in her sarcophagus - or whatever it is she sleeps in. Knowing that little tidbit. Some of them seem - competent. Or at least capable of accepting instruction. We'll see what becomes of them. Though I must admit I found myself quite enjoying working on their shii cho. Anyone ever tells them that - or tells an overseer I will deny it.
More swinging sounds, a soft skin on deck sound - then another. The hiss of a door opening and the abrupt ending of motion sound followed at the same time. A heavier stride approched - the chair gave a groan of protest as if it was suddenly tilted backwards. There were words - but the microphone must've been covered. The pause lasted for a minute or two - before the sound quality increased and the heavy strides receeded. No words were spoke before the door had hissed twice.
He knows about you, dear journal...
Alas. Today was interesting. We followed a lead to a warehouse - not exactly sure what we were after but. We did leave with a box - bruises and more than a few new cuts and scrapes. Did not think we'd run into jedi.
That apprentice put up a good fight. Nearly had me a good couple of times. I'd have had her if not for that blasted table. Impressive though - to be cut open like a fish, and still have the presence of mind to not only hurl me into a table. But use the table to batter me with it. Put a stop to that though - and then her master put a stop to us.
A pause, during which some sounds could be heard in some other part of the space that was being occupied. Clattering sounds, like someone was digging around in a cupboard on the hunt for something.
GO BACK TO BED!
I need to cut this short it seems - we retreated in the end. Having retrieved a box of somekind.. I'm sure there'll be a debrief once we're back at the estates. For now though... signing off.
The speaker grew silent - a moment later there was a harsh clicking sound and the recording - died.
//Password - ********************
//Authorizing
//Authorising//Password accepted//Begin recording...
Entry 31...
The hum of engines were the first the to hit the devices microphones, a steady background sound without banging or ticking or clicking. The signs of a well kept machine. Above the hum - breathing, not one set but two distinctly separate beings. Though the deeper more relaxed breathing sounds soon fade away as if distance was being created. The swoosh of a door -- padding footsteps, the platter of bare feet on hard deck if you were keen to analyze such sounds. A faltering breath, pained groan and the creak and protest of a leather seat as weight caressed by fabric was applied. A deep, rasping sigh follows.
It has been --
Pause, more breathing - and drumming. Fingers on a hard surface. The soft sound of a chair being swung back and forth and spun at the same time.
-- A whirlwind of a week. Things have developed - things I did not see coming. Couldn't have seen coming. In my wildest imaginings did not expect in the slightest. Where to begin? Hmh, out of safety - I'd better not go into all of it.
The red oaf and his master - well - lesson learned I suppose. Do not greet a red oaf over an open comm unless you want to be kissed by his knuckles.
A dry laugh, cold without mirth.
Though it could be a cultural thing. Perhaps that is how their kind flirt.. if so - well - I suppose the race are built like blocks for a reason.
On the other hand, the new acolyte cadre seems to be consisting mostly of women. And very few purebloods. I wonder if our Darth is rolling in her sarcophagus - or whatever it is she sleeps in. Knowing that little tidbit. Some of them seem - competent. Or at least capable of accepting instruction. We'll see what becomes of them. Though I must admit I found myself quite enjoying working on their shii cho. Anyone ever tells them that - or tells an overseer I will deny it.
More swinging sounds, a soft skin on deck sound - then another. The hiss of a door opening and the abrupt ending of motion sound followed at the same time. A heavier stride approched - the chair gave a groan of protest as if it was suddenly tilted backwards. There were words - but the microphone must've been covered. The pause lasted for a minute or two - before the sound quality increased and the heavy strides receeded. No words were spoke before the door had hissed twice.
He knows about you, dear journal...
Alas. Today was interesting. We followed a lead to a warehouse - not exactly sure what we were after but. We did leave with a box - bruises and more than a few new cuts and scrapes. Did not think we'd run into jedi.
That apprentice put up a good fight. Nearly had me a good couple of times. I'd have had her if not for that blasted table. Impressive though - to be cut open like a fish, and still have the presence of mind to not only hurl me into a table. But use the table to batter me with it. Put a stop to that though - and then her master put a stop to us.
A pause, during which some sounds could be heard in some other part of the space that was being occupied. Clattering sounds, like someone was digging around in a cupboard on the hunt for something.
GO BACK TO BED!
I need to cut this short it seems - we retreated in the end. Having retrieved a box of somekind.. I'm sure there'll be a debrief once we're back at the estates. For now though... signing off.
The speaker grew silent - a moment later there was a harsh clicking sound and the recording - died.
