Entry Number 050603A
"How did Organa get to know about this? How old is the daughter?" I asked, still not entirely convinced. I hoped what he was saying was true, as it would be beneficial for us in more ways than one. "How do you know it's not all just scuttlebutt on the premise of confusing us?"
I didn't trust him, I didn't have a reason to trust him, but people in desperation do anything to save their heads. His nickname was hinting at a wordplay which I didn't like. Weasels are not the most honest creatures. Navaien struggled still as I watched him heave in the tight bindings, crooking his head to the side. "I know because I was a witness."
That intrigued me. I kneeled and stared at him again, making sure Rose wasn't coming down the hall to collect her coat, as I saw it draped over the chair. Navaien took this as a sign to continue talking and he did, gulping dryly. "I was a few years old when there were talks of a hotel burning west of my city on Corellia. It seemed to spontaneously combust over the night, and the Corellian police didn't find survivors inside. Atleast 322 people died that night and it has been a day of mourning for years now. What I learnt during my time in the Resistance is that, as speculation goes, a Hutt marked ship was flying omniously over Corellia that night."
He leaned a little lower, raising his brows at me. "We all know the Jabba's people have many spacers working for them at all costs. All they care about is credits, spices and the lot. Is it too outlandish to say the FO planted this fire on the galaxy's most rebellious planet to destroy something on it? To give, perhaps, a warning?"
I contorted my face into what I supposed was confusion. "That still doesn't answer my question."
"That's because you haven't let me answer it." He nods his head towards his jacket and I pull it in my hands gently, raiding his pockets as he instructed me to. Inside was a piece of carefully folded paper, which when unfolded, showed three clipped together documents of some people I had never seen.
Navaien motioned as well as he could with a nod to the first report, a long-haired man with a golden canine tooth, grinning in what seemed a mugshot. "After the fires, this guy got a massive chain of casinos just off Hutt Space. He's a variable, works with the First Order and against however it benefits him."
I flipped the document and saw a picture of a middle-aged woman, curly hair and wearing a dark coat that resembled the First Order ones. "That's one of the people that died in the fire. First Order general though as much as I know every trace of her existence has been wiped from your systems, and ours. Someone wanted her gone, and gone quick. She was Mandalorian and previously, a bounty hunter. Speculated that she had a bounty on Raller's head, and he set the fire to remove his problem." When I looked at him, he shook his head, motioning me to flip the page. "Raller is the spacer in the first document."
The third one depicted a brown haired woman with what seemed like a shawl over her head, with large green eyes. "That's the woman Kylo Ren supposedly had a bastard daughter with."
"How does she and these two connect?"
Navaien opened his mouth to speak but as soon as he did, I heard yelling from an elevator, recognizing it as Frost's. He stared at me wide eyed, starting to struggle to get out of the binds. I had nowhere to run, if she found out I kept him alive, she would surely kill him without hesitation.
Then, as if by routine, I grabbed one of the knives and slit through his open palm. He hissed loudly and was about to speak when I slapped my hand over his mouth, undoing the binds. "Be quiet and don't make a move."
I led him inside a closet in the room, pushing him inside with the lieutenant coats. The blood that had dripped from his hand made it look like he struggled, and I smeared some that was on the knife on my clothes.
Rose entered the room with fresh clothes but still looking worn from all the talking before, frows furrowed. She was holding a strawberry vodka bottle in her left hand which was already half empty. She looked up at me and grinned, looking around the room to see that there was no sign of Navaien. "That didn't take too long, did it?"
I shook my head. If only she knew the truth.
'I'm heading to the office and you're free to join whenever you want. I need to get a few things out of my system," she waved the bottle, already turning her back to leave. "and a few things in my system."
When Rose's drunken muttering had followed as only an echo, I turned around to see Navaien walk out of the closet carefully. I don't know how but he seemed to fit inside the clothing left from the lieutenants and came out looking just like us, minus the bleeding hand. "Enough of a disguise to cover me for now?"
I stared at him, but took a few steps to examine his hand, sighing heavily. He had seemed to understand what my plan of action was with slicing his palm. He was much taller than me and his hands were incredibly bony, but also strong. His cut hand was still bleeding, but also shaking.
"Take your clothes and throw them out in the trash compactor. Find a weapon and stay low level. I expect you to tell me the rest of the story when we aren't supervised." I looked up at him and, for the first time today, actually noticed just how delicate his eyes were. A mix of honey and a deep, settled brown that grounded me. He blinked a few times and then nodded, making me remove my hands from his. "Thank you, for that." He smiles a little and I see small indents of dimples in his cheeks. I smile back.
"Don't get cozy, alright? Find a map and we'll figure out a place to meet to finish this off. My frequency is 154.9 on the communicator." With that, I parted and left as quick as a I could, rethinking whatever had happened inside that interrogation room. I found myself being haunted by the voice and his eyes, almost feeling watched with every corner I took. I felt guilty of a crime I didn't commit and it was nerve wracking to watch stormtroopers scuttle around when you know you have a secret out in the loose. I was tense constantly, even when I visited Rose, and I think she noticed me. I went to sleep uneasily, even slept uneasily as I was haunted by thoughts that didn't seem like they were my own. I was positive I was hearing the Crow from somewhere.
Frost went through the entire bottle of strawberry vodka in that entire evening and it made me shake to my boots how well she handled it apart from the red eyes. I didn't have the gall to ask her where she learned Huttese even if it was picking at me and mocking me every second of this wretched day. I felt torment, felt a heaadache coming and slitting my head open with every move I made around the Finalizer. Who was Raller and why did he remind me of Rose so much? What does Rose have to do with Hutt Space? Do these two women have something in common that I should know about?
Where is Kylo Ren's bastard daughter?
I didn't trust him, I didn't have a reason to trust him, but people in desperation do anything to save their heads. His nickname was hinting at a wordplay which I didn't like. Weasels are not the most honest creatures. Navaien struggled still as I watched him heave in the tight bindings, crooking his head to the side. "I know because I was a witness."
That intrigued me. I kneeled and stared at him again, making sure Rose wasn't coming down the hall to collect her coat, as I saw it draped over the chair. Navaien took this as a sign to continue talking and he did, gulping dryly. "I was a few years old when there were talks of a hotel burning west of my city on Corellia. It seemed to spontaneously combust over the night, and the Corellian police didn't find survivors inside. Atleast 322 people died that night and it has been a day of mourning for years now. What I learnt during my time in the Resistance is that, as speculation goes, a Hutt marked ship was flying omniously over Corellia that night."
He leaned a little lower, raising his brows at me. "We all know the Jabba's people have many spacers working for them at all costs. All they care about is credits, spices and the lot. Is it too outlandish to say the FO planted this fire on the galaxy's most rebellious planet to destroy something on it? To give, perhaps, a warning?"
I contorted my face into what I supposed was confusion. "That still doesn't answer my question."
"That's because you haven't let me answer it." He nods his head towards his jacket and I pull it in my hands gently, raiding his pockets as he instructed me to. Inside was a piece of carefully folded paper, which when unfolded, showed three clipped together documents of some people I had never seen.
Navaien motioned as well as he could with a nod to the first report, a long-haired man with a golden canine tooth, grinning in what seemed a mugshot. "After the fires, this guy got a massive chain of casinos just off Hutt Space. He's a variable, works with the First Order and against however it benefits him."
I flipped the document and saw a picture of a middle-aged woman, curly hair and wearing a dark coat that resembled the First Order ones. "That's one of the people that died in the fire. First Order general though as much as I know every trace of her existence has been wiped from your systems, and ours. Someone wanted her gone, and gone quick. She was Mandalorian and previously, a bounty hunter. Speculated that she had a bounty on Raller's head, and he set the fire to remove his problem." When I looked at him, he shook his head, motioning me to flip the page. "Raller is the spacer in the first document."
The third one depicted a brown haired woman with what seemed like a shawl over her head, with large green eyes. "That's the woman Kylo Ren supposedly had a bastard daughter with."
"How does she and these two connect?"
Navaien opened his mouth to speak but as soon as he did, I heard yelling from an elevator, recognizing it as Frost's. He stared at me wide eyed, starting to struggle to get out of the binds. I had nowhere to run, if she found out I kept him alive, she would surely kill him without hesitation.
Then, as if by routine, I grabbed one of the knives and slit through his open palm. He hissed loudly and was about to speak when I slapped my hand over his mouth, undoing the binds. "Be quiet and don't make a move."
I led him inside a closet in the room, pushing him inside with the lieutenant coats. The blood that had dripped from his hand made it look like he struggled, and I smeared some that was on the knife on my clothes.
Rose entered the room with fresh clothes but still looking worn from all the talking before, frows furrowed. She was holding a strawberry vodka bottle in her left hand which was already half empty. She looked up at me and grinned, looking around the room to see that there was no sign of Navaien. "That didn't take too long, did it?"
I shook my head. If only she knew the truth.
'I'm heading to the office and you're free to join whenever you want. I need to get a few things out of my system," she waved the bottle, already turning her back to leave. "and a few things in my system."
When Rose's drunken muttering had followed as only an echo, I turned around to see Navaien walk out of the closet carefully. I don't know how but he seemed to fit inside the clothing left from the lieutenants and came out looking just like us, minus the bleeding hand. "Enough of a disguise to cover me for now?"
I stared at him, but took a few steps to examine his hand, sighing heavily. He had seemed to understand what my plan of action was with slicing his palm. He was much taller than me and his hands were incredibly bony, but also strong. His cut hand was still bleeding, but also shaking.
"Take your clothes and throw them out in the trash compactor. Find a weapon and stay low level. I expect you to tell me the rest of the story when we aren't supervised." I looked up at him and, for the first time today, actually noticed just how delicate his eyes were. A mix of honey and a deep, settled brown that grounded me. He blinked a few times and then nodded, making me remove my hands from his. "Thank you, for that." He smiles a little and I see small indents of dimples in his cheeks. I smile back.
"Don't get cozy, alright? Find a map and we'll figure out a place to meet to finish this off. My frequency is 154.9 on the communicator." With that, I parted and left as quick as a I could, rethinking whatever had happened inside that interrogation room. I found myself being haunted by the voice and his eyes, almost feeling watched with every corner I took. I felt guilty of a crime I didn't commit and it was nerve wracking to watch stormtroopers scuttle around when you know you have a secret out in the loose. I was tense constantly, even when I visited Rose, and I think she noticed me. I went to sleep uneasily, even slept uneasily as I was haunted by thoughts that didn't seem like they were my own. I was positive I was hearing the Crow from somewhere.
Frost went through the entire bottle of strawberry vodka in that entire evening and it made me shake to my boots how well she handled it apart from the red eyes. I didn't have the gall to ask her where she learned Huttese even if it was picking at me and mocking me every second of this wretched day. I felt torment, felt a heaadache coming and slitting my head open with every move I made around the Finalizer. Who was Raller and why did he remind me of Rose so much? What does Rose have to do with Hutt Space? Do these two women have something in common that I should know about?
Where is Kylo Ren's bastard daughter?