Entry Number 050603A
The freighter that carried us into the depths of the casino city was old, rumbling and full of the smell of what I could only assume was old spice. My eyes even watered at the substance prickling at my eyes, but I shrugged it off, only wiping at the corner of my eyes. I saw Rose speaking with Raller at the front of the ship, both of them having their hands clasped behind their backs and staring forward at the appearance of the rich city.
Rose hates him, why does she speak to him so willingly? I rest my head against the wall of the ship as I stare through one of the windows, closing my eyes. Sleeping on the sand made my body feel uneasy, I was undoubtedly dirty. My father would've hated the idea of sleeping in the desert.
Opposite of me sat Rogan, who was dusting the side of her cloak off. Navaien was further from all of us, touching onto one of the devices he brought with us. I could tell that he was searching for Resistance bases on this planet, to warn them if Rose were to find out. From what I picked up from her chattering with Iomna, she didn't know a thing about Bight apart from the fact that it was populated and visited by the Galaxy's biggest scumbags. I coughed into my elbow, feeling my throat get dryer and dryer.
Not a moment's notice later, Rogan touched a flask of what I assumed was water next to my shoulder. I stared up at her as she only pressed the flask further towards me, having apparently noticed my thirst. I took the flask, and upon quick inspection, I took a sip, seeing that it wasn't infected or poisoned.
Rogan sat close to me, taking the pins out of her hair and tsking at the sand dusting her shoulders. I realized that the purpose of the outfits was defeated, as we were spotted by Raller anyways and we wouldn't be attending his parties, yet would scope the town on our own. I gave the flask back to Rellia, watching her wipe at her makeup with her sleeve. She looked tired.
Rose hates him, why does she speak to him so willingly? I rest my head against the wall of the ship as I stare through one of the windows, closing my eyes. Sleeping on the sand made my body feel uneasy, I was undoubtedly dirty. My father would've hated the idea of sleeping in the desert.
Opposite of me sat Rogan, who was dusting the side of her cloak off. Navaien was further from all of us, touching onto one of the devices he brought with us. I could tell that he was searching for Resistance bases on this planet, to warn them if Rose were to find out. From what I picked up from her chattering with Iomna, she didn't know a thing about Bight apart from the fact that it was populated and visited by the Galaxy's biggest scumbags. I coughed into my elbow, feeling my throat get dryer and dryer.
Not a moment's notice later, Rogan touched a flask of what I assumed was water next to my shoulder. I stared up at her as she only pressed the flask further towards me, having apparently noticed my thirst. I took the flask, and upon quick inspection, I took a sip, seeing that it wasn't infected or poisoned.
Rogan sat close to me, taking the pins out of her hair and tsking at the sand dusting her shoulders. I realized that the purpose of the outfits was defeated, as we were spotted by Raller anyways and we wouldn't be attending his parties, yet would scope the town on our own. I gave the flask back to Rellia, watching her wipe at her makeup with her sleeve. She looked tired.