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Dear diary...

I Wh This I question why I even fill these pages anymore, they are childish and stupid and my brother keeps telling me it could endanger the family.

* Agitated huff, followed by pacing. *

What could endanger it? My ramblings? My reports on my dreams? As if I can make sense of them, let alone someone else?!
The Voss have done a bloody brilliant job on ignoring me for the past... TWO WEEKS. I've had to figure out what I can eat on this rock! I've been eating sour fruit ever since my rations have run out. Part of me is convinced they contained some sort of poison to make me go mad and delude myself into seeing things.

* Nervous laughter, followed by a deep breath *

So... my life as a Jedi, it's-- it's... chaotic. One day I am fighting mining droids on Malastare with a rebel Acier Moonbound of sorts, the other I am- I was... stumbling with some boy Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania during a feast.

That was after I met my master Josiah Denko - Not the one I previously spoke but a kind man I think... I've been away from here to there so we have not had an opportunity to talk much. . .


* An extended pause *

Mayhap the Voss are trying to teach me patience, and though I thought I was doing their bidding, this diary confirmed it was for nought. They fascinate me, and speak in riddles... Does the Force do that or are they just being silly? Who knows. . . I don't.

That boy I mentioned, somehow our paths keep crossing. As if the Force itself itself is writing it into a story. Maybe. He is a bit weird... Keeps going on about
breaking his chains and feeling suffocated by duty and others. I- He... He does fascinate me, by Shiraya. . . This is. . . Why am I turning red again?

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Speaking of Lysander, I received the strangest message just now. . . What is he saying..?

And I quote...
* Puts on a terrible Lysander immitation * Big phrik pot, galaxy so hot, you pour tea, and wars… stop.

* Prolonged laughter *

When I thought he was kind of sweet and romantic like in novels-- I... Who told him that poetry was his strength. Oh by the stars above--

I was about to say that he gifted me armour, he-- danced with me, even if we wound up on the floor. Which... wasn't as uncomfortable as I'd expected-- That sounds wrong, scrap that!

Seb Sebastian Serraris, oldest brother would say I am being foolish, while he cavorts with about every girl I've ever met. Though... I do not truly know Lys . . . I hope he is the person he says he is.


* A pause *

I think I see someone coming--

Please end and save the recording and send it to my ship.


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