Entry Number 050603A
Rose had pulled out a rolled up sweet from her coat pocket, looking up at me when I asked her. She looked back at the bundle of passed out humans on the floor behind us. Then, she proceeded to unwrap her bonbon and dispose of the bright blue wrapper in the nearby droid's trash opening, ignoring my question. She often did this, I don't know if it was by accident or it was just a habit to ignore questions that didn't directly address her. I didn't ask again but waited as she slipped the blue sweet in her mouth and took a datapad from the cotnrol panel. She leaned on pilot TK-342's seat as I saw her busily type onto the screen, making me even more impatient. Was she deliberately ignoring me? "Rose, I asked you a question." I preened, feeling how my eyes scrunched judgementally. She lifted her chin up and nodded, before pulling a hologram from the pad. "And I am answering."
The hologram was a field report with the Resistance sigil marked in the top right corner of the document. It seemed hand scanned. "Where did you find this?" I asked, taking the offered tech from her hands to read the text. "When you capture them, there's always a code inside their collar. For when you're working with officers, pilots and people like that from the Resistance." She said with a meaningful pop as she transferred the bonbon to her left cheek, pointing her finger at the man in the picture. "That's our guy. Esteemed Resistance pilot, last mission was to fly from Arkanis back to the base and transfer something. What, or who was it, we don't know. Unless it's the raven boy back there." She motioned with her thumb behind her shoulder and steadied her standing against the seat, making me look back at the unaware men. I stared at the bird still pecking what could be it's owner's ears, making me grit my teeth gently. "That's not a raven," I sighed. "It's a crow." Rose lacked compassion and knowing of certain things, like other people and animals. She didn't care much for the living world and it often irked me how she didn't gain interest in even the simplest organisms in the Galaxy. Frankly, I found feathered animals very endearing, but she never listened. Even at this remark she rolled her eyes. "It's the same."
I continued reading into the document.
"Navaien Derny"
Occupation: Scouting pilot for the Resistance under General Leia Organa
Age: 18
POB: Corellia
Current status: MIA
"What does MIA mean, Rose?" I handed the datapad back to her as she turned off the hologram setting. "It means 'missing in action'. He's been gone outside their borders for more than a day and has not called back to their signals. Which means he's missing." My hands found their pockets again as I fiddled with a loose string inside of it, getting a good, close look of the Finalizer and the opening back gate to let us enter. The grey mechanic shell reminded me that I am safe in here, and not lost like the two people we picked up that were unfortunate enough to fall in our hands. "Does that mean you were MIA as well?" I asked, trying not to give away the humour in my seemingly innocent question. Yet, Rose sneered playfully at me as we entered through the gates. "I was MIA by myself. Sanitary duty is not appreciated in my case, they should've known I was fleeing as soon as the Squadron left the main ship." I shrugged, knowing there was no arguing with Rose's stubborness. I pressed my hand against the wall of the Fighter as the ship wobbled to a stop.
The hologram was a field report with the Resistance sigil marked in the top right corner of the document. It seemed hand scanned. "Where did you find this?" I asked, taking the offered tech from her hands to read the text. "When you capture them, there's always a code inside their collar. For when you're working with officers, pilots and people like that from the Resistance." She said with a meaningful pop as she transferred the bonbon to her left cheek, pointing her finger at the man in the picture. "That's our guy. Esteemed Resistance pilot, last mission was to fly from Arkanis back to the base and transfer something. What, or who was it, we don't know. Unless it's the raven boy back there." She motioned with her thumb behind her shoulder and steadied her standing against the seat, making me look back at the unaware men. I stared at the bird still pecking what could be it's owner's ears, making me grit my teeth gently. "That's not a raven," I sighed. "It's a crow." Rose lacked compassion and knowing of certain things, like other people and animals. She didn't care much for the living world and it often irked me how she didn't gain interest in even the simplest organisms in the Galaxy. Frankly, I found feathered animals very endearing, but she never listened. Even at this remark she rolled her eyes. "It's the same."
I continued reading into the document.
"Navaien Derny"
Occupation: Scouting pilot for the Resistance under General Leia Organa
Age: 18
POB: Corellia
Current status: MIA
"What does MIA mean, Rose?" I handed the datapad back to her as she turned off the hologram setting. "It means 'missing in action'. He's been gone outside their borders for more than a day and has not called back to their signals. Which means he's missing." My hands found their pockets again as I fiddled with a loose string inside of it, getting a good, close look of the Finalizer and the opening back gate to let us enter. The grey mechanic shell reminded me that I am safe in here, and not lost like the two people we picked up that were unfortunate enough to fall in our hands. "Does that mean you were MIA as well?" I asked, trying not to give away the humour in my seemingly innocent question. Yet, Rose sneered playfully at me as we entered through the gates. "I was MIA by myself. Sanitary duty is not appreciated in my case, they should've known I was fleeing as soon as the Squadron left the main ship." I shrugged, knowing there was no arguing with Rose's stubborness. I pressed my hand against the wall of the Fighter as the ship wobbled to a stop.