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Yesterday, 12:25 PM
//Open secure file
//Password - ********************
//Authorizing
//Authorising//Password accepted//Begin recording...
Entry 32...
As per usual with the recordings, there is no image. Only sound - this time, it sounds as though there's running water in the background. Likely to mask whatever is being said in the room the recording is being made. The sound has a slight echoing quality to it. A contained space, with few amneties to the sound. Echoes marr the quality of her words when they finally come.
*whince* - Mmh.. well there goes my beach look. And apparently I am a Mharnic spy - would have been nice to know that beforehand I might actually have done something with knowing such a thing. Actually made a credit or two - selling the secrets I don't have to the meatheads.
Perhaps I shouldn't have provoked the princess - but her attitude is just so... *an angry sound followed* .. frustrating!
Something clatters in the background, a jar topples over and a swift rush of fabrics can just be overheard over the falling shower. As someone scrambled up to prevent what is likely a rather expensive leak.
Shit! He's going to kill me...
A few moments of frantic activity can be heard as bottles and vials are straightend out and something is being made tidy with haste. A brief pause. Almost tense in nature.
Nothing! I'll be out in a minute... or five..
Where was I.. right - spy. Speaking of spies, I put out a task for the acolytes. A task that apparently now has lordly interest - far as I'm aware, no acolyte has bitten yet though. Maybe not everyone is cut out for investigative work. We shall see.
Another brief pause of cleaning - then there's the rustle of clothing again. The clang of boots on tiles and a long drawnout sigh.
That jedi slashed me good... missed the tattoo though, which.. hmm, I'm oddly gratified by that. *scoff* Still - what a silly man. Threaten him with a jedi eating brute and he still decided to stick around. Idiot.
If something positive I got a good workout out of it. Too bad about the datadrive but - mm.. it would've been too easy that way, I suppose. I'll just have to melt it down for the metal. Maybe use it to replace the knife I lost in the duel. Too bad I didn't get his name...
But.. lets see. Makashi user - human, male.. about twenty years old. Blond brown hair - brown robes, looked like hemp but I doubt even the jedi are that masochistic. I'll have to keep an eye out for him. I.. somehow suspect that was the last I see of him.
Was silent again - for a long time. The sound of a sliding door opened- Then another door, one larger.
Car-- t-- oin - m-?
The recording dies with a snap.
//Password - ********************
//Authorizing
//Authorising//Password accepted//Begin recording...
Entry 32...
As per usual with the recordings, there is no image. Only sound - this time, it sounds as though there's running water in the background. Likely to mask whatever is being said in the room the recording is being made. The sound has a slight echoing quality to it. A contained space, with few amneties to the sound. Echoes marr the quality of her words when they finally come.
*whince* - Mmh.. well there goes my beach look. And apparently I am a Mharnic spy - would have been nice to know that beforehand I might actually have done something with knowing such a thing. Actually made a credit or two - selling the secrets I don't have to the meatheads.
Perhaps I shouldn't have provoked the princess - but her attitude is just so... *an angry sound followed* .. frustrating!
Something clatters in the background, a jar topples over and a swift rush of fabrics can just be overheard over the falling shower. As someone scrambled up to prevent what is likely a rather expensive leak.
Shit! He's going to kill me...
A few moments of frantic activity can be heard as bottles and vials are straightend out and something is being made tidy with haste. A brief pause. Almost tense in nature.
Nothing! I'll be out in a minute... or five..
Where was I.. right - spy. Speaking of spies, I put out a task for the acolytes. A task that apparently now has lordly interest - far as I'm aware, no acolyte has bitten yet though. Maybe not everyone is cut out for investigative work. We shall see.
Another brief pause of cleaning - then there's the rustle of clothing again. The clang of boots on tiles and a long drawnout sigh.
That jedi slashed me good... missed the tattoo though, which.. hmm, I'm oddly gratified by that. *scoff* Still - what a silly man. Threaten him with a jedi eating brute and he still decided to stick around. Idiot.
If something positive I got a good workout out of it. Too bad about the datadrive but - mm.. it would've been too easy that way, I suppose. I'll just have to melt it down for the metal. Maybe use it to replace the knife I lost in the duel. Too bad I didn't get his name...
But.. lets see. Makashi user - human, male.. about twenty years old. Blond brown hair - brown robes, looked like hemp but I doubt even the jedi are that masochistic. I'll have to keep an eye out for him. I.. somehow suspect that was the last I see of him.
Was silent again - for a long time. The sound of a sliding door opened- Then another door, one larger.
Car-- t-- oin - m-?
The recording dies with a snap.
