Staying safe. Staying sane.
I sort of like it here on Vyen’a’s ship. I miss my own, but here is nice. It’s mostly quiet. She just sort of lets me do my own thing. She took someone else in, too, but she didn’t talk much; just went out and came back and cried. I guess her boyfriend got taken captive by Sith during a battle or a skirmish or a run in or something on Voss.
I know what that’s like.
I didn’t tell her.
They got him back, though. And I haven’t seen much of her since then. I guess she’s staying with him. That makes sense. I would, in her place.
But then I guess Vyen’a got grabbed on Nar Shaddaa. That was scary. Lieutenant Teral… I could hear him crying one night, while they were trying to find her. Just sobbing like his heart was breaking. I guess they got into a fight right before she got grabbed; I heard Vyen’a talking about it with that big Zabrak that doesn’t like me. Or didn’t. Or something.
They got her back too. He - the Zabrak - was part of the group that brought her home. And when he left the next day after he was sure she was okay, he ran into me on the way out and apologized for being a jerk. He’s pretty nice, actually. A full foot taller than me, which is a bit disconcerting, but nice. And I guess Vyen’a and the Lieutenant aren’t doing too good now, after what happened. I don’t want to push for details, though.
Vyen’a brought me some really lovely sketching graphites from Corellia when she and the Lieutenant went there. Ludwik found my ship - security worked really well - and brought me all of my sketch books. He said my ship looked too clean, like someone had snooped around and picked up after themselves too well. But I have my books, and my holos. And Jerhal’s letter that he wrote me before he left.
It was that last part I wanted the most.
I’ve mostly been sketching. And sleeping. and singing. For being a corner of a cargo bay, my little room has really good acoustics. I’ve also been working on slicing for Vyen’a and doing some rewiring of a huge ship the 7th’s gotten a hold of. It gets me out, sort of, and people can see that I’m not going back on my word. I had a nice talk with the Jedi attachment from the 7th - Master Jovh, I think? - and he’s really nice. Was interested in what happened with the Sith, but I still don’t remember much of anything about it. He didn’t press too hard; I guess he could tell I wasn’t lying.
My headaches are still really bad. I don’t know why they’ve started acting up again, and they’re in this new spot, right under the little scars from the implants. I’ve never had pain there before everything happened.
But overall, I’m keeping okay. I want to write Rythe, even though I know he’ll just throw everything away unread. I want to go visit Tybel and play with Valo and even be creeped on by Watcher 13 (well, maybe not that last one), but I know that’d be a death sentence the moment I stepped on Alderaan.
So I’ll stay here. Safe.
Only two more months, I think.
