Entry Number 050603A
Athulla is a nightmare.
It was the worst place you could be stranded for hours on if you had nothing else to do other than stare into the asteroids passing in the atmosphere and admire the fallen ships and Walkers of the past J-Sec. They were rusty and out of use, haven't been used since Project Resurrection. It was a wasteland, really, a wasteland which I didn't enjoy being left on with a few TIE Fighters to keep me the smallest bit of company. In the distance from where I had been standing I could see the Finalizer reflecting the nearby star's light, hovering over us and waiting for any information about the reason we were sent here in the first place. I knew that my father was up there and waiting for our reports and I also know that Kylo Ren probably saw no use of this mission, but that didn't matter. I was leaning against the entrance of one of the TIE Fighters as I waited, looking down at my gloves for what felt like the twentieth time today. The star was bright and burning in the sky and it was a pain to stand in the light for even a moment, so I was happy I was out of the heat for at least a little while. What I had been waiting for and the reason I was standing here was the currently smoking X-Wing with the Resistance markings on it, the two stormtroopers that were guarding it's entrance and the talking that was going on inside. I could see faint outlines of shadows inside of the shipwreck but I couldn't make out what they were saying. After a while I saw the bright flash of a white coat in the door and I concluded it was Rose.
Much has changed since we left the Academy, Arkanis and joined to First Order formally. We were both First Lieutenants when we joined, merely a small rank officer if you could call it that with no importance other than a name. We were still young (not that now we are any better) and didn't understand what the First Order actually was. After Brendol's death I was transported to Armitage's headquarters as they called it, which was just an amalgamate of rooms that he used for his personal reasons. They learnt my name very easily and I had to get used quickly to being referred to as Lieutenant rather than Cadet. I also had to get used to the change into light grey uniform and out of the Arkanis Academy one, which was a privilege since I hated the Academy outfit. When my first public speech passed in front of the FO, my father decided that it would be a good time to show the resistants of the First Order that we still had some compassion by sacrificing something of ours in the time of misery. I think that was just a clever way of him saying that he was tired of me complaining about how untameable my hair was and that I would be better off without it. The cutting of my hair was passed as a sacrifice of sadness towards my passed grandfather, a lie passed so well that I was surprised it worked. I was pleased with my new haircut as it was easy to style and light in the heat, not burdened anymore with unflattering curls that wouldn't tame under my Lieutenant cap. I would have to cut it to shoulder length anyways because of Supreme Leader Snoke's outrageous rules on hair length and what was permitted on his ship back when the dried up prune was still alive.
I had to thank that Jedi scum for killing him off when she had the chance, of course privately. Publicly I hate her, as she is an enemy of the regime and the First Order. My father also wouldn't admit but he would applaud her if he could for destroying that son of a bitch when she could. His corpse will not be dearly missed.
On the terms of outrageous rules and Snoke's stupidity which frankly I have the freedom to express in my thoughts now because I don't fear him reading my mind anymore, the hair length rule was that neither a man or woman were to wear hair longer than shoulder length freely, but it would be hidden under a cap, braided, in a ponytail or in a bun. No one dared to offend Snoke and get on his bad side by not obeying him so we did not say a thing, and for a long time no one cared for it, until Rose was told to cut her hair. When I say that many things have changed about Rose, I mean it. She used to be freakishly tall in comparison to me, but I was just short back then as I recall, because now she is just regularly tall and a few centimetres more than me which were a shame considering what a monster of a woman Phasma was. She stopped growing abruptly and it was probably due to her albinism, but her characteristic personality and cold expressions were enough to make up for the Phasma related fear that stroke everyone when they saw them.
While Phasma was the one to lead battalions into battle and wear the stormtrooper chromium armour like her skin, Rose was the one who was quick on the interrogation side and made up for the lack of her mother's talking. Rose was a force not to be meddled with and after 7 years of knowing her I realized that the personality she kept inside of her when I met her as a child under a shy exterior was now fully open for everyone to see and for her to use in full potential. She often scared me as well, with her tactics and ways of persuasion. She was the one who made killing seem easy and clean, as if it was a hobby she did on the side. While I earned my way up to Captain from First Lieutenant with the means of politics and plotting with the help of my father for the sake of expansion, Rose got her way to Colonel as my father predicted before with brute strength and sheer force of will. I was not one to meddle much in the battlefield, at least not yet, but Colonel Rose was skilled in both tactical and practical fight. Everyone that was deemed of respect or was in a enviable rank had a nickname in the army, and so did Rose. Rose's nickname was Frost, and for a good reason. Rose was cold and went straight to the point without much thinking how the other would feel, much like snow falling abruptly when the prediction was snow. She resembled winter in many ways, harsh and ruthless and without much regard for emotions. The military made you that way without you really expecting it or wanting it, and Rose was a trained weapon since her birth. She was really making Phasma proud.
Frost was the nickname given to her by her victims, which described her tactics of interrogation and ways of torture as 'frostbite killing you slowly and miserably without you noticing'. She adopted the nickname and took pride in it, and at this point it had turned into a surname for her. Colonel Rose Frost was one of the best persuadors in the FO, and thats why we were here. The crashed Resistance ship had survivors in it, or a survivor, as I saw only one figure which was not a stormtrooper or Rose inside the ship. They sent Rose to find other evidence and to retrieve both the ship and the survivor, in case we figure out any of their information. I was sent to help, but I suppose I was still not needed considering Rose hadn't called me or asked for help.
As I was picking at the peeling colour off a specialized Naboo N-1 Starfighter (a shame really to leave such a classical design and smooth ship laying in the dust for no reason) I revisited my memories of Rose from the time she resisted the stupid hair rule. I remember being dragged into the Throne room as I tried to persuade Rose into not making a scene, but she did not listen, instead ripping the paper of rules in half in front of the Supreme Leader and pulling her silver hair out of her braid to show it had grown well over her shoulders. She almost died that day, but that was not her first time being in a close encounter with death. Snoke intended to kill too, but stopped when he saw that she was still able to stand after being repeatedly smashed into the wall and Force choked. I needed to drag my best friend through the halls and to the medical droids as she bled rivers through her nose and spat blood after her on the polished tiles, the red at least matching her burgundy eyes. The next day the rule had been revoked and Rose was allowed to walk (if she could) around the Finalizer with her hair down and whatever length she wished it to be. She was also set down from First Lieutenant to a lower level as a bitter punishment from Snoke for not obeying his rules but being brave for doing so. She was much stronger than she appeared and she proved to be a woman of her word when she threatened.
She was not given a higher rank for at least 3 weeks after this accident, when she was declared missing from the First Order tracking system that morning. Everyone was basically shaking in their spot when Phasma went over every single one of the stormtroopers and shook through every corner of the Finalizer to find her daughter, and declared this a critical state after her missing report was three days old. On the fourth day, however, she returned. The Elite 8th Squadron had left the base to attack a series of fighters coming from the east towards our position at light speed and Rose, unhappy with her position all the way across me in the Finalizer doing horrible jobs as punishment for her one-man rebellion (the first to ever work in the history of the FO), she donned a black TIE fighter suit and went under a fake code name, taking a ship and blasting herself into space thousands of parsecs away from the Finalizer to fight the Resistance herself. When they landed on Cerea, a planet in the Mid Rim where they had been fighting above prior, she crashed three Y-wings successfully into the ground, dragged out their pilots, beat them half to death and retrieved precious information and coordinates of a few Rebel bases throughout the Mid Rim. When she returned, her suit was completely bleached white from the blast that occurred on Cerea when she was flying the ship. She handed over the files and, when they had been proven well enough to work with and trustworthy, Rose was promoted directly to Colonel of fire arms from my father directly. She's the only person in the entire First Order to wear a white uniform, the teal colouring of the official Colonel uniform only left in her insignia. From then on Rose was a brutal First Order member and a supporter of their radical ideas, and usually my best friend.
I was close to picking off a third of the door of the Starfighter when coughs and curses erupted from the ship and Rose was seen covered in dust from head to toe, the stormtroopers carrying two bodies behind them that were knocked out. One of them was the pilot, given the uniform, but the other seemed like a civilian, though I had not seen anyone like them before. A raven or a type of blackbird followed the bodies and the stormtroopers, not leaving as they dragged them towards the ships.
I walked towards Rose and squinted in the sun, noticing the reddening cheekbone and a small spittle of blood going down her lip. "What happened?" I asked, raising a brow. She turned to me as she was adjusting the frequency on her radio transmitter, trying to come in touch with the Finalizer. She snorted, a small smirk lighting up on her face. "Pilot tried fighting back. He's going to suffer a broken jaw for a few months." She spoke calmly, slicked silver hair ruffling the slightest in the wind. I nodded, looking up at the Finalizer as it finally moved from it's position. Rose had grown out her bangs and now her hair was equal everywhere, which made her look a tad older. "Do you really have to resolve everything with violence?" I asked, hands still shuffling behind my back as I was impatient to just get out of the sun already. Rose raised a brow when the frequency settled, licking her bloodied lip. "But consider this," she started, waving the piece of tech in her left hand. "I'm really, really good at violence."
I smiled at that and the radio signal cleared up.
"Report." My father's voice resonated from the box, clearly and undisturbed. As Rose talked I looked up at the Finalizer again, as it was lifting up higher and higher from the planet's atmosphere. "There were two members of the ship, no valuables and the ship was completely wrecked before I could extract data from it." Rose was already walking towards one of the TIE Fighters where the 'prisoners' were stored, taking off her gloves gently. Rose, albeit being a little more prone to sickness and fever, actually managed to have strong bones and nails, so removing her gloves showed sharpened nails that I've seen with blood under too many times. I followed her inside, taking a last look at the deserted planet before the door closed.
"The prisoners are unconscious." Rose continued, making a wave at me to go check if they were actually unconscious. I was hesitant though crouched down next to the bodies, both looking sound asleep. In the background, the radio was still transmitting my father's voice.
It was the worst place you could be stranded for hours on if you had nothing else to do other than stare into the asteroids passing in the atmosphere and admire the fallen ships and Walkers of the past J-Sec. They were rusty and out of use, haven't been used since Project Resurrection. It was a wasteland, really, a wasteland which I didn't enjoy being left on with a few TIE Fighters to keep me the smallest bit of company. In the distance from where I had been standing I could see the Finalizer reflecting the nearby star's light, hovering over us and waiting for any information about the reason we were sent here in the first place. I knew that my father was up there and waiting for our reports and I also know that Kylo Ren probably saw no use of this mission, but that didn't matter. I was leaning against the entrance of one of the TIE Fighters as I waited, looking down at my gloves for what felt like the twentieth time today. The star was bright and burning in the sky and it was a pain to stand in the light for even a moment, so I was happy I was out of the heat for at least a little while. What I had been waiting for and the reason I was standing here was the currently smoking X-Wing with the Resistance markings on it, the two stormtroopers that were guarding it's entrance and the talking that was going on inside. I could see faint outlines of shadows inside of the shipwreck but I couldn't make out what they were saying. After a while I saw the bright flash of a white coat in the door and I concluded it was Rose.
Much has changed since we left the Academy, Arkanis and joined to First Order formally. We were both First Lieutenants when we joined, merely a small rank officer if you could call it that with no importance other than a name. We were still young (not that now we are any better) and didn't understand what the First Order actually was. After Brendol's death I was transported to Armitage's headquarters as they called it, which was just an amalgamate of rooms that he used for his personal reasons. They learnt my name very easily and I had to get used quickly to being referred to as Lieutenant rather than Cadet. I also had to get used to the change into light grey uniform and out of the Arkanis Academy one, which was a privilege since I hated the Academy outfit. When my first public speech passed in front of the FO, my father decided that it would be a good time to show the resistants of the First Order that we still had some compassion by sacrificing something of ours in the time of misery. I think that was just a clever way of him saying that he was tired of me complaining about how untameable my hair was and that I would be better off without it. The cutting of my hair was passed as a sacrifice of sadness towards my passed grandfather, a lie passed so well that I was surprised it worked. I was pleased with my new haircut as it was easy to style and light in the heat, not burdened anymore with unflattering curls that wouldn't tame under my Lieutenant cap. I would have to cut it to shoulder length anyways because of Supreme Leader Snoke's outrageous rules on hair length and what was permitted on his ship back when the dried up prune was still alive.
I had to thank that Jedi scum for killing him off when she had the chance, of course privately. Publicly I hate her, as she is an enemy of the regime and the First Order. My father also wouldn't admit but he would applaud her if he could for destroying that son of a bitch when she could. His corpse will not be dearly missed.
On the terms of outrageous rules and Snoke's stupidity which frankly I have the freedom to express in my thoughts now because I don't fear him reading my mind anymore, the hair length rule was that neither a man or woman were to wear hair longer than shoulder length freely, but it would be hidden under a cap, braided, in a ponytail or in a bun. No one dared to offend Snoke and get on his bad side by not obeying him so we did not say a thing, and for a long time no one cared for it, until Rose was told to cut her hair. When I say that many things have changed about Rose, I mean it. She used to be freakishly tall in comparison to me, but I was just short back then as I recall, because now she is just regularly tall and a few centimetres more than me which were a shame considering what a monster of a woman Phasma was. She stopped growing abruptly and it was probably due to her albinism, but her characteristic personality and cold expressions were enough to make up for the Phasma related fear that stroke everyone when they saw them.
While Phasma was the one to lead battalions into battle and wear the stormtrooper chromium armour like her skin, Rose was the one who was quick on the interrogation side and made up for the lack of her mother's talking. Rose was a force not to be meddled with and after 7 years of knowing her I realized that the personality she kept inside of her when I met her as a child under a shy exterior was now fully open for everyone to see and for her to use in full potential. She often scared me as well, with her tactics and ways of persuasion. She was the one who made killing seem easy and clean, as if it was a hobby she did on the side. While I earned my way up to Captain from First Lieutenant with the means of politics and plotting with the help of my father for the sake of expansion, Rose got her way to Colonel as my father predicted before with brute strength and sheer force of will. I was not one to meddle much in the battlefield, at least not yet, but Colonel Rose was skilled in both tactical and practical fight. Everyone that was deemed of respect or was in a enviable rank had a nickname in the army, and so did Rose. Rose's nickname was Frost, and for a good reason. Rose was cold and went straight to the point without much thinking how the other would feel, much like snow falling abruptly when the prediction was snow. She resembled winter in many ways, harsh and ruthless and without much regard for emotions. The military made you that way without you really expecting it or wanting it, and Rose was a trained weapon since her birth. She was really making Phasma proud.
Frost was the nickname given to her by her victims, which described her tactics of interrogation and ways of torture as 'frostbite killing you slowly and miserably without you noticing'. She adopted the nickname and took pride in it, and at this point it had turned into a surname for her. Colonel Rose Frost was one of the best persuadors in the FO, and thats why we were here. The crashed Resistance ship had survivors in it, or a survivor, as I saw only one figure which was not a stormtrooper or Rose inside the ship. They sent Rose to find other evidence and to retrieve both the ship and the survivor, in case we figure out any of their information. I was sent to help, but I suppose I was still not needed considering Rose hadn't called me or asked for help.
As I was picking at the peeling colour off a specialized Naboo N-1 Starfighter (a shame really to leave such a classical design and smooth ship laying in the dust for no reason) I revisited my memories of Rose from the time she resisted the stupid hair rule. I remember being dragged into the Throne room as I tried to persuade Rose into not making a scene, but she did not listen, instead ripping the paper of rules in half in front of the Supreme Leader and pulling her silver hair out of her braid to show it had grown well over her shoulders. She almost died that day, but that was not her first time being in a close encounter with death. Snoke intended to kill too, but stopped when he saw that she was still able to stand after being repeatedly smashed into the wall and Force choked. I needed to drag my best friend through the halls and to the medical droids as she bled rivers through her nose and spat blood after her on the polished tiles, the red at least matching her burgundy eyes. The next day the rule had been revoked and Rose was allowed to walk (if she could) around the Finalizer with her hair down and whatever length she wished it to be. She was also set down from First Lieutenant to a lower level as a bitter punishment from Snoke for not obeying his rules but being brave for doing so. She was much stronger than she appeared and she proved to be a woman of her word when she threatened.
She was not given a higher rank for at least 3 weeks after this accident, when she was declared missing from the First Order tracking system that morning. Everyone was basically shaking in their spot when Phasma went over every single one of the stormtroopers and shook through every corner of the Finalizer to find her daughter, and declared this a critical state after her missing report was three days old. On the fourth day, however, she returned. The Elite 8th Squadron had left the base to attack a series of fighters coming from the east towards our position at light speed and Rose, unhappy with her position all the way across me in the Finalizer doing horrible jobs as punishment for her one-man rebellion (the first to ever work in the history of the FO), she donned a black TIE fighter suit and went under a fake code name, taking a ship and blasting herself into space thousands of parsecs away from the Finalizer to fight the Resistance herself. When they landed on Cerea, a planet in the Mid Rim where they had been fighting above prior, she crashed three Y-wings successfully into the ground, dragged out their pilots, beat them half to death and retrieved precious information and coordinates of a few Rebel bases throughout the Mid Rim. When she returned, her suit was completely bleached white from the blast that occurred on Cerea when she was flying the ship. She handed over the files and, when they had been proven well enough to work with and trustworthy, Rose was promoted directly to Colonel of fire arms from my father directly. She's the only person in the entire First Order to wear a white uniform, the teal colouring of the official Colonel uniform only left in her insignia. From then on Rose was a brutal First Order member and a supporter of their radical ideas, and usually my best friend.
I was close to picking off a third of the door of the Starfighter when coughs and curses erupted from the ship and Rose was seen covered in dust from head to toe, the stormtroopers carrying two bodies behind them that were knocked out. One of them was the pilot, given the uniform, but the other seemed like a civilian, though I had not seen anyone like them before. A raven or a type of blackbird followed the bodies and the stormtroopers, not leaving as they dragged them towards the ships.
I walked towards Rose and squinted in the sun, noticing the reddening cheekbone and a small spittle of blood going down her lip. "What happened?" I asked, raising a brow. She turned to me as she was adjusting the frequency on her radio transmitter, trying to come in touch with the Finalizer. She snorted, a small smirk lighting up on her face. "Pilot tried fighting back. He's going to suffer a broken jaw for a few months." She spoke calmly, slicked silver hair ruffling the slightest in the wind. I nodded, looking up at the Finalizer as it finally moved from it's position. Rose had grown out her bangs and now her hair was equal everywhere, which made her look a tad older. "Do you really have to resolve everything with violence?" I asked, hands still shuffling behind my back as I was impatient to just get out of the sun already. Rose raised a brow when the frequency settled, licking her bloodied lip. "But consider this," she started, waving the piece of tech in her left hand. "I'm really, really good at violence."
I smiled at that and the radio signal cleared up.
"Report." My father's voice resonated from the box, clearly and undisturbed. As Rose talked I looked up at the Finalizer again, as it was lifting up higher and higher from the planet's atmosphere. "There were two members of the ship, no valuables and the ship was completely wrecked before I could extract data from it." Rose was already walking towards one of the TIE Fighters where the 'prisoners' were stored, taking off her gloves gently. Rose, albeit being a little more prone to sickness and fever, actually managed to have strong bones and nails, so removing her gloves showed sharpened nails that I've seen with blood under too many times. I followed her inside, taking a last look at the deserted planet before the door closed.
"The prisoners are unconscious." Rose continued, making a wave at me to go check if they were actually unconscious. I was hesitant though crouched down next to the bodies, both looking sound asleep. In the background, the radio was still transmitting my father's voice.