"Tave iyutrekyr iv Zia"

[Caffeline]

[The following entries are typed on a datapad with a standard encryption lock. Far more accessible if someone were to steal or look through, though the entries themselves are passcode-protected]

There are new acolytes now. One woman that Ri Satwas named, and one man whom I ended up showing around the settlement. She seems...average. Not incompetent, but not necessarily a spark of genius either. She's from a noble house on Serenno. Even some ties to royalty apparently, though. Likely barely had a day's horror in her life before Korriban. We'll see if she lasts, or if she has some steel in her spine.

The man is odd. Grey skin like a stone, but orange eyes despite having no corruption from the Dark Side. A near-human, I think. I'm not sure what type. He seems tougher than the other, but again; we'll see if he survives. Or returns.

...

Ri Tzihra Kota broke my ribs. I was trying to wear myself out with velocities by the wall of the settlement, and they came up to me. Questioned me as to what I was doing. They called me 'Zia'. They've never done that before. They seemed more unhinged than usual...whispered a truth to me. Then threw me into the wall.

As if I barely weighed more than a ragdoll.

I blacked out soon after. When I woke up, I was in the advanced medical tent, bacta hooked to me and being told that two of my ribs had broken and had then pierced my liver and lung. No wonder it hurt so much. I've been necking painkillers since.

What am I even doing... I can't even stop my mind whirring even when exhaustion threatens to overwhelm. What's worse is that even sleep is no longer private. My dreams are no longer safe. It's barely more than a flash, but that mask keeps lurking in the shadows. In the corners.

Seeing.

I might have thought I was going mad. Who would notice a madman around here though?

...

There was a night scouting mission that turned awful. There were conflicting reports, and I could tell that several Sith were getting aggravated by the confusion. Snapping at each other. The Republic scum trapped our group in the area and collapsed the tunnels behind us with heavy fire while a Jedi with a yellow blade entered the fray. Towards the end they sent me flying into the rock wall. I felt bones crunch. I don't remember anything after that.

This is the second time I've woken up in the advanced medical tent. In two days.

Am I made of flimsi? Or am I just a magnet for the hefty strikes? It wouldn't be so bad if I could wear armour, but these robes... they do nothing, show nothing, endure nothing. Perhaps I'm just getting more incompetent. If that's true, I'll likely be put out of my misery sooner than later.

If they were to just assign basic armour to acolytes who frequently go out in the field, they'd probably reduce the amount of medical supplies needed to be used.

...maybe if I kriff up really bad, I'll be used as a basis for alchemy. They might fuse me with dowatin DNA. At least then I could tank a hit. Or wear Ri Énizasi Diwayas's armour.