Entry Number 050603A
Rose looked like she could be more sick than me. Her ruby eyes just stared at the screen of the holo and didn't blink, abandoning her parched fish as the figures on the screen danced gently infront of our eyes. I scavanged for the remote with my hand and felt up the bed before I grabbed ot, turning off the recording.
The water in the back was boiling. My head felt like it was boiling. What did this all mean? Was the boy's name Mandiya? I feel like I had heard it before, but it was all so foggy. It felt like my ears were stuffed with cotton and I wasn't sure what I was hearing anymore around me.
Rose didn't look any better than me. She took out the broccoli soup and set it infront of me with no regard of the spilling going on the table, throwing herself back into her previous seat. Her hand was raised questionably against her mouth as she chewed on her finger, fixated on what we both saw.
In the background, I let the datapad choose a station from the Core to take our mind out of this strange trance. The song that started playing was "Good Night" by a certain Nisgo Moon, swaying the same melody I've heard at least 14 years now, ever since I heard it first as a child on Arkanis.
Even the song didn't feel right. It was rushed and the voices didn't feel normal, like they were inverted.
I tried to eat normally but the broccoli stopped inside of my throat and I needed to gulp a few times to push it down.
Another Sith.
The song was nearing it's end when I heard a small pop from the opposite bed. Rose had gently opened a bottle of strawberry scotch without much care that it was late in the night and we were supposed to sleep, that dead look in her eyes set inside my slowly cooling soup.
I felt chills up my spine as the singer whispered good wishes and I left the last of the soup alone, pushing the bowl away from me. We didn't speak as the next song started, and the next.
Finally, Rose spoke when my datapad went off with a few rings from my father to get back into my dorms. "This is not the end of it." She slurred softly, rolling red coloured saliva around her mouth. I wished to ask what she meant but I bit my tongue back against it, realizing it would be quite fruitless.
"Rest, Rose." I said when I left, wrapping my arms around myself for the second or third time today. She didn't seem to register what I said, but merely started looking through documents and reading in Huttese to herself, spinning the good luck necklace through her lithe fingers.
I didn't have where to go, except my dorms. I was wasted from the day, not wanting to think about what had happened was a chore now as it was the only thing revolving inside my head. What Raller meant to Rose, what the Throne Room camera displayed, what the pilot told us this morning - that damned weasel was still on the ship!
The water in the back was boiling. My head felt like it was boiling. What did this all mean? Was the boy's name Mandiya? I feel like I had heard it before, but it was all so foggy. It felt like my ears were stuffed with cotton and I wasn't sure what I was hearing anymore around me.
Rose didn't look any better than me. She took out the broccoli soup and set it infront of me with no regard of the spilling going on the table, throwing herself back into her previous seat. Her hand was raised questionably against her mouth as she chewed on her finger, fixated on what we both saw.
In the background, I let the datapad choose a station from the Core to take our mind out of this strange trance. The song that started playing was "Good Night" by a certain Nisgo Moon, swaying the same melody I've heard at least 14 years now, ever since I heard it first as a child on Arkanis.
Even the song didn't feel right. It was rushed and the voices didn't feel normal, like they were inverted.
I tried to eat normally but the broccoli stopped inside of my throat and I needed to gulp a few times to push it down.
Another Sith.
The song was nearing it's end when I heard a small pop from the opposite bed. Rose had gently opened a bottle of strawberry scotch without much care that it was late in the night and we were supposed to sleep, that dead look in her eyes set inside my slowly cooling soup.
I felt chills up my spine as the singer whispered good wishes and I left the last of the soup alone, pushing the bowl away from me. We didn't speak as the next song started, and the next.
Finally, Rose spoke when my datapad went off with a few rings from my father to get back into my dorms. "This is not the end of it." She slurred softly, rolling red coloured saliva around her mouth. I wished to ask what she meant but I bit my tongue back against it, realizing it would be quite fruitless.
"Rest, Rose." I said when I left, wrapping my arms around myself for the second or third time today. She didn't seem to register what I said, but merely started looking through documents and reading in Huttese to herself, spinning the good luck necklace through her lithe fingers.
I didn't have where to go, except my dorms. I was wasted from the day, not wanting to think about what had happened was a chore now as it was the only thing revolving inside my head. What Raller meant to Rose, what the Throne Room camera displayed, what the pilot told us this morning - that damned weasel was still on the ship!