A Brother’s Request

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Greetings one and all! Welcome to my latest blog- and a return to my oldest series/start of my newest series.

Once upon a time, I roleplayed a lot here, and did a series from the POV of my twi’lek oc’s journals. In that way, this is a return to form.

However, this is also new- because this is going to be the D&D notes for the SW5e game that I’m in, plus whatever else that the events of the game make her think of.

This series is going to be done in the style of recordings- with ‘ for dialogue and “ for things shes quoting within her monologues.

Content warnings for this episode:

Mentions of fantasy/sci-fi violence, Death via food chain

I hope ya’ll enjoy!

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A Diary of a Twi’lek

Viev Enouhali- Of Mallo’ V

Episode I: A Brother’s Request

     With a soft hiss of recorded air, the datapad began sharing it’s hidden secrets. A long feminine sigh gave the monologue a moment to calm before starting. The voice a low purr to start, but never losing its low and soft tones. It was the sort of voice that could easily fall into sultry if thats what she was aiming for. Her voice a carefully sharped weapon, even in the privacy of her own diary.

    ‘Hello there-future me, allies, family, or cheeky little kark…. I—’ Another calming pause, ‘ believe— that a particular little sister of mine, was playing with my data pad rather recently, and managed to completely wipe my diary up until this point- so… here’s to new beginnings I suppose…’

    The familiar tink of ice against glass was followed by a soft, and barely caught on the recording gulp, and the tap of glass on some sort of surface.

     ‘If I am correct… then I am sure you’re listening to this too Lulu… and know that I’m not mad. Just… disappointed. You usually know better than to fiddle with tech without making a backup first.’

    ‘But this isn’t a letter for you- more an acceptance that you’ll be here, snooping through my thoughts. I’ll try to keep things a little more pg than I did last time, for your sake…. Though you are getting older… and you really shouldn’t be snooping here in the first place… so we shall see.’

    Another sigh- this one far more tired, and weary.

    ‘Where to begin… I don’t want to go too far back… not right now at least. It’s too much for the amount of time I have right now to record… I suppose the short-ish… version of why I’m short on time right now.

    ‘Sometimes life just pops out at you out of no where.’ She gave a short chuckle at that. ‘I’m going to be honest- the thing could have killed me. I was knocked out before I even knew it was there. The guards that burst in hearing all the commotion were a testament to that… I believe someone was screaming about someone else being eaten as I came to… Perhaps I should back up a bit… with this being my new first entry and all that jatz….’

    ‘My immediate family is rather large- surprisingly so, judging by the reaction of most. The eldest among my siblings was given away to the Jedi in his youth… and maman…’ the sigh barely picked up on the recording, ‘ maman never really recovered from that. But- He was allowed to keep in with the family, details I don’t have time for…’

    ‘Point is- I occasionally hear from him. Usually with an odd job that a Jedi has too pretty a reputation for. In this case… a museum heist.’

Her tone briefly went stern, addressing the greater area around them than just the datapad: ‘Lulu- you will keep this secret if you’re eavesdropping- lest you wish to face maman’s wrath over it.’

A long pause, silent if not for the quiet hiss of recorded air, before her low voice continued, ‘It seems Jedis have friends in many places. My brother for example has maman and at very least myself, as well as Dr. Cassee Dannell-interesting woman. I dare say, perhaps even a good woman, all things considered. Poor dear got fired for trying to prevent disaster, and instead of fleeing for her own safety, she stuck around- in the hopes we’d get here in time to help her.’

‘She’s quite bold- I have to give her that. We almost didn’t get here in time… though in our defense, we didn’t know there was such a hard deadline…’

‘… The Tilnes Stone… supposedly the latest discovery of archeological marvels… and it’s a fraud. If the Dr. is correct- then it’s a very, very, dangerous egg. If she is correct… she believes it’ll hatch tonight. Bold of her to still be here so close to the deadline, especially if it’s as dangerous a creature as she believes….’

There’s movement as picking up as she talks. Something soft, fabric perhaps? ‘As the story goes, she was quite insistent on this- and was fired for it. I’d wager she was even barred from the museum… So she hired us. There’s a celebration going on right now for the triumph of discovery… she gave us tickets for the big party, some formal wear, and a map of the place, and left us to our own devices to investigate.’

‘… huh- perhaps I should rewind for a moment. My brother obviously couldn’t be linked to asking for this favor- not easily at least. So, clever little Enouhali that he is, sends us this modified r4 unit, with a rusted r2 head on it, a thing that I’m sure won’t be missed… Anyway, the droid brought the message and we- kept it. You never know what you could use a droid for… and Jedi find the model reliable…. Who am I to look a gift orbak in the mouth?’

She sounded… distracted, for a moment, ‘Which one to return in…this should do….’ Perhaps she was changing? Judging by the off handed remark and the new movement and soft fabric sounds. ‘Where was I… right! We had the things we needed, and headed over to the museum for the party, and to investigate, dolled everyone up, so aside from any rarity among us- we’d otherwise fit in phenomenally among the usual donors and proud historians.’

‘Tyra’s hair was a minor nightmare to make presentable, but that’s… what it is. This was going relatively well at the museum, looking about the building, seeing what notes the map may have been lacking on… When a certain little droid, that we are not used to having among our number- wandered off. I’m not entirely sure who gave them access to the comm channel Albion and I use- details to figure out later- point is, clever little thing got into the offices.’

She chuckled softly to herself. ‘I had brought Suga on the Crème with me in case we needed a distraction or an excuse- if we happened to be caught somewhere we shouldn’t. “Pets, you know? I couldn’t just leave…” so and so forth, I’m sure you get the point. The museum had put a restraining bot on the unit, I’ll it, a faulty restraining bolt was a classic, a tad bit overused but… well- it clearly had been faulty, otherwise how would our little r4 unit be getting into the restricted offices with all the security information??’

‘I can’t help but wonder….’ She was quiet in her musings, ‘If it was bolt or some setting that the Jedi put on their droids… a mystery I fancy solving in the future…. But-! Either way, I am very glad for it. Little unit found the security system, the basement where they stored valuables that were not actively on display, and the loading dock entrance.’

An irritated sigh this time, ‘I would not recommend going to this museum… they have quite the creature problem… I… believe it was a young Dua-wurm that sprang forth from the boxes and attacked me… and whatever poor guards that came in from the dock entrance upon hearing all the commotion….’

A long pause…. ‘I do imagine, that had I grown up under different circumstances… that I might feel more than pity for those guards. They panicked… and they died for it. But between their shots, and the volts from a less than appetizing droid- I presume it also died rather quickly.’

‘… knowing that there are ears on my diary makes this… difficult to it… but in the interest of keeping my stories and memories consistent… I will- reluctantly- it… I did not aid in the fight. I was knocked out before I even knew it was there- dragged myself back up in a panic, scooped up Suga, and bolted out the door until the danger was gone.’

‘I’d love to claim it was because I had checked my weapons at the door- or because of some concern of being caught on camera with a blaster in the museum. But my downfall will not be caused by my own ego telling me falsities, so that I cannot learn or be better in the future. It ate someone whole- and I did not intend on suffering the same fate.’

A series of cracks and pops that picked up with varrying degrees on the playback. ‘The R-unit really has been the mvp so far…. As it goes though, I was a bloody mess, barely keeping conscious on my feet, and couldn’t be returning to the party in such a state. So out the now unguarded doors I went- and, well- here I am. Tending my wounds, changing, a refreshing drink, and rehashing the events so far to pace myself enough for a short rest.’

‘But… as much as I’d love to actually just sleep this off- we have a job to complete. I think Albion would kill me if we took on all the risks of this job- and failed to see it through and get his new hyperdrive as a reward. He’d immediately regret it- when my family decided to retaliate…’ A soft laugh, as she perhaps saw it as a funny joke, ‘ I won’t abandon them, nor give up on my brother’s mission. I won’t disappoint him, nor by extension maman…’

‘ So for now…. Vivi out~’

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I hope ya’ll enjoyed the first session’s notes via Viev’s Diary entry. If ya’ll are interested in a separate art blog for the collective images used for this blog, let me know and I’ll be happy to make one. Some of it was just altering art I already had, some was photo bashing and copying the design, while some is straight up original art, including the data-pad design.

And of course…. As always:

May the force be with you!

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