[IC-Journal] - The Cookbook

[Amara]

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Entry 33...

The recording started with a harsh tsk, followed by the sound of fabrics being moved around.

“That's three more… starting to have quite the collection. And these weren't even from combat.. “

Another silence followed during which the speaker moved around in the space, soft footfalls echoing on to the tape. The sound of a faucet going and closing.

“I only hope the other offender gets double the cuts.. And may that nosey doctrine witch get boils. Her masters reaction to that ridiculous bowlcut was.. A balm to sooth an angry soul.”

A soft chuckle could be heard on the recording, as the speaker moved around in the space. Fabric rustled again, followed by the twin thunks of heavy soles finding a wall.

“.. deployment was amusing. Rarely do I get the chance to see my master in action, I wish I had had a holo.. Her face was priceless when she had to handle those cubs. And ride a sleen.”

More laughter. Not an unpleasant sound, one you make when you genuinely believe yourself alone.

“Naturally Zveris had to ride off on his own with his cubs.. So much for an insight outing. But kriff, this task is one I will remember fondly for quite some time.. Rushing through the brush on mounts while being chased by a pack of angry beasts..”

A deep inhale, followed by an exhale.

“Stars above I felt alive..”

The speaker remaind silent for a while. Jars and things moved around on whatever desk surface she had to use.

“And there's nothing wrong with my force damned body.. I have shapes.. Don't i?"

The recording cut.

[Amara]

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Entry 34...

The recording starts, like so many others with the sounds of life - except - the angry roar of canonfire fills the microphone. Then another battery joined its voice to the thunder, followed by a third and a fourth until the sounds of a concentrated barrage was the only thing the device recorded for a good long while. Eventually the guns grew silent - and as they died another sound filled the speaker. Breathing, fast, excited.

Dear Diary -- we are at war. The lanidng was chaos, I.. did not pay much heed to many a thing. It was grab your gear, land. Don't get shot. Though, I suppose that is pretty much life as a sith really. Death, danger the ever present risk of maiming. 

Her voice drowned out again as another round of fire left the canons. Spitting their anger across the field towards the enemy that may or may not be having a very bad night. As the fire died down - it was replaced by laughter. Almost manic laughter.

I feel like I felt back aboard the Black Dragon - the fire, the excitement, the anticipation. The rush of adrenaline before the doors open to the ship and the pirates rush into the captured vessel. Will we be shot at, who will fall.. what is the loot.

I missed that... Maybe once this is over... I'll try to relive those memories.

There are still members of the old crew to hunt down..

More silence, this time the big guns did not open up - and one brave bird dared to trill a song somewhere off in the distance. Boots could be heard, clattering against cobblestones. Distantly.

I hope, to get into a proper scrap soon -- if it kills me - fine. Least I died doing something. Sure gone beyond the wire a time or two. But always scouting. Always stealthy. My saber arm is getting twitchy.

.. Someone's coming..

Silence....

[Amara]

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Entry 35...

Silence - ominous, heavy silence. The recording started thus, no sounds. No nothing - and then, a heavy deep rasping inhale. Followed by the sound of something crashing into a wall.

Delicate? .. Small? ... Good girl!?! - Get a grip Amara, you're spinning out. You're pissed, you're amped up. Get a grip! That voice was unnatural, the feelings are not yours.. but they run so deep. The surge of power that came with the words it was.. like surfing the wave of endless - potent - rage. And.. none of it was my own.. well maybe a miniscule bit.. GET A KRIFFING GRIP!

Another crash, something was being demolished. The creak of a bed, or a bench even a chair carried over as the speaker finally sat down. More silence followed. A long silence during which the only sound was that of a shitfing body and the breath said body produced.

I have an idea -- a dangerous, most likely sucidal idea... I aim to infiltrate the main republic base. My master has been made aware - she encourages the plan. Even suggested I rope in Lord Sarias into the plot. And Sith Zveris, the annoying prick..

Naturally, getting any sort of reply from someone as high and mighty as a lord of the sith, a pure blood at that seems to be a task in and off of itself. But.. I have the outline. There's a good chance I wont need the resurgence logisticians anyway.

Another brief pause, during which the sound of a door opening can be heard. And a muffled shout that sounded like 'Go. Away!' - followed by something being thrown. Without the crash this time. Just a thud of something sharp embeding into wood.

Not a moments peace -- overpotective piece off---

I need, sith. Neophytes, apprentices.. relative unknowns. Humans and aliens. The ability to mask their presence is a must if the ammount of jedi we're seeing is any indiciation on what we may find in the base. Disguises -- I've wanted to play with Lord Krevas' makeup kit since she painted herself blue and pretended to be an acolyte..

Yes.. this could work.. And if some of them die well.. so be it. I can live with their loss.

The recording ends with a mechanical snap.

[Amara]

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Entry 36...

The voice speaking was muffled, something creaked in the background. Oddly more clear than the speaker was. One might suspect that something was blocking the microphone - if it wasn't for the clear crisp ambient sounds. Water trickling somewhere - drip, drip, drip... Another creak, drip.


... They caught him... they caught -him-.. No, no no no no.. they wouldn't they... five on one. But.. No.

Drip.. drip.. drip - something swished through the air, landing farther away with a harsh crash! The sound of ceramics shattering filled the recording - masking a soft sound, a sob? Hard to say.

Lord Krevas - she's aware, she'll know what to do.. we'll find him. Alive or.. 

A cough.

Alive..

Get a grip damn you woman! Pain is fuel.. remember that - use it. Feed on it. The Dark gives us power, even here with the blasted goodie-two-shoes bastards. I'll hunt them down, all of them.. if they..

Something falls, there's a loud splash followed by curses and an electric screetch before the device goes silent.