Zartilda's Journal (And Assorted Tales)

[Theprettiestorc]

Journal 11: Stolen

This is what they've done. Stolen, taken futures, yet again. They have Naile, Daxze is now in a coma. Daxze, she... was angry, she drifted away, and maybe I cared more for her than she did for me. But I always hoped for the best for her, I was supposed to teach her again. I never even got to ask her about the baby, a son who might grow up seeing his mother in the same state my siblings saw my father. It's repeating again. I was melancholy about it before, but now...

They took her. The Jedi just... pursued their own agenda so they could ambush us, pursue whatever agenda, their genocidal urge. Hell, I'm one to talk on that, but people expect that of Sith. Of Jedi? Breaking families, again and again, and they claim to want peace. No, they took her away from the House, from the Vipions. They just take, and they take, and th

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"... they take and they take and they TAKE!!" Once, twice, thrice, punching the wall of the building she's sitting by. Her fingers sting from the impact, and a few cracks form in the stone. And then, she sees it. Startled out of hiding, from all of the efforts, a singular Gizka hopping out. And she squints, through her helmet. Raising that hand, feeling the ache, pouring the emotion in, she begins to channel it. The Gizka squeals, squirming about... and then wheezes, as her hand clenches, fingers twitching. A Wound, with malice and hatred poured in, another floodgate broken. Bit by bit, becoming exactly what everyone else says she should be.

And then, there's a pop, as fluids leak out of the creature, making it drop dead on the spot.

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Bit calmer now. I wonder if Gizka can explode, with the right Telekinetics. Thoughts for later, my hand's aching.