votaparvulus

I have little to share right now. I am weary.

Working for Captain Novan, we went to Tatooine in search of a piece of lost technology.

We found it, being guarded by a rancor.

The fight was hard, but we prevailed and left with the treasure.

Upon arriving on Nar Shadda, Captain Novan and the Mandalorian left to contact some of his eyes on the surface. Presumably he wanted Tella as a bodyguard. The rest of us were told to wait in a shady-looking cantina. Much to our surprise, our Gotal friend, Keevus, was there. The Echani was nowhere to be seen.

The main room of the cantina was shadowed and smoky, dozens of species mingling in mind-altered harmony. A Twi'lek dancer spun and gyrated on a raised platform. The Mandalorian's droid seemed to be watching her.

"Interesting," the droid, MA-77, commented offhandedly.

"The dancer?" I asked. "What is interesting about her?"

"See the way she is waving her lekku?" I nodded. "She is communicating in the Twi'lek lekku language."

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I have decided, after much deliberation, to start a journal of sorts. As my companions and I get deeper and deeper into events that unfold on a galactic level, I cannot help but think that a record of our actions may be useful to someone, somewhere.

We have been training night and day with Vorus, formerly Kadus Mercer, formerly Darth Malifect, since we united with him on Nar Shadda. He has taught the more combat oriented of our little group some of the intricacies of light saber battle. He has been conferring in private with the Mandalorian; I must wonder what they've found to talk about at such length. "Vorus", as he prefers to be called, and I have had little time to talk, but I am curious about his views on the Force.

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