Entry Number 050603A
He snorted as unassumingly as he could, rubbing his wrist with his other hand. "Yes, well, announcing the death of your grandfather must be painful." He whispers and I turn my head with shock written over my face, furrowing my brows.
"I'm not anxious about talking about Brendol's death," I started but lowered my voice when I remembered the officers behind me. "I'm just..uneasy speaking to crowds." I gestured as vaguely as I could to the rows of stormtroopers Rose was currently holding a speech to. My father didn't flinch, didn't talk and rather stood there with his hands behind his back for a long time. I took the same position and clenched my jaw, feeling like I'll burst from anticipation. Rose looked so unphased, how could she? I suppose it was a conscious thing to look so calm, she was almost a natural talent in speaking to people below her. She must be making her mother proud. Was I making my mother proud?
"That would be all of the good news. I congratulate all the men who were given a promotion," She gives a coy smile, knowing that the hologramic screens behind her were broadcasting it as 4,000 pixel precision at a second. "And to the men that were downgraded: work better next time. I leave the stage to First Lieutenant Vestar Hux." Rose turned to her left and set the piece of paper she had been reading off of in the envelope, walking down the stairs of the speaking booth and smiling at me.
My father gave me a look, which I could not place, and said, "Do not disappoint." before I left.
I climbed up the stairs and felt the blood rush to my ears as thousands of eyes and ears paid attention to me and the screens behind me. If I had not melted into a puddle of embarrassment before, now was my chance. Whatever did my father mean with that phrase? Did he want me to show sympathy for my late grandfather or did he want e to be the next stoic and heartless Hux in the line? Show them that I have a heart or show them that I have no feeling for the passing of a 'dear' family member?
I opened up the folded paper with shaking hands, looking down to avoid staring in the souless chasms of the eye sockets of the stormtroopers in the first few rows in front of me.
"I'm not anxious about talking about Brendol's death," I started but lowered my voice when I remembered the officers behind me. "I'm just..uneasy speaking to crowds." I gestured as vaguely as I could to the rows of stormtroopers Rose was currently holding a speech to. My father didn't flinch, didn't talk and rather stood there with his hands behind his back for a long time. I took the same position and clenched my jaw, feeling like I'll burst from anticipation. Rose looked so unphased, how could she? I suppose it was a conscious thing to look so calm, she was almost a natural talent in speaking to people below her. She must be making her mother proud. Was I making my mother proud?
"That would be all of the good news. I congratulate all the men who were given a promotion," She gives a coy smile, knowing that the hologramic screens behind her were broadcasting it as 4,000 pixel precision at a second. "And to the men that were downgraded: work better next time. I leave the stage to First Lieutenant Vestar Hux." Rose turned to her left and set the piece of paper she had been reading off of in the envelope, walking down the stairs of the speaking booth and smiling at me.
My father gave me a look, which I could not place, and said, "Do not disappoint." before I left.
I climbed up the stairs and felt the blood rush to my ears as thousands of eyes and ears paid attention to me and the screens behind me. If I had not melted into a puddle of embarrassment before, now was my chance. Whatever did my father mean with that phrase? Did he want me to show sympathy for my late grandfather or did he want e to be the next stoic and heartless Hux in the line? Show them that I have a heart or show them that I have no feeling for the passing of a 'dear' family member?
I opened up the folded paper with shaking hands, looking down to avoid staring in the souless chasms of the eye sockets of the stormtroopers in the first few rows in front of me.