[IC] Rikki Syndathik's Holo-Journal [Unavailable IC]

[Rikki Syndathik]

There was, it seemed, nothing formal or planned about this particular file. The alien was high in a tree, lying on her back on a bough, curls draped either side of the branch by her head. The holo would catch the bark underneath her but nothing beyond bar fuzzy leaves on the ground far below. There would be a soft scowl on her features that would deepen as she moved to speak.

“First this,” she’d bring the hand not holding the holodevice into screen - clasped within it, a bunch of slightly wilted jungle flowers. A prism of colours and myriad of vibrant patterns sat represented in them - a clear pity that the holodevice would display them all in shades of blue. By the looks of them, they had been picked a day or two prior. And she’d let them go. They would fall ‘away’ from the holo screen, getting fuzzier and fuzzier until they were just gone. “And then today..” she’d huff, eyes closing as she pinched the bridge of her nose, then scowl again. A long moment passed before she exhaled, eyes opening, and she’d seem to soften some. “Two Sith in two days with thoughts on anything but war. You can’t just..” she’d shake her head, “Claim you’re easily distracted and think I’m going to take that as anywhere near a positive thing, that I’ll come running like some akk pup.. stupid boy..” and the holo would shut off abruptly, the deep scowl still fixed on her features.