Operative Nyx' Journal
Corden and I stopped in at Datooine to call in a favor, specifically heavy armor for me from a scruffy little thing he called "Jerell". Suffice it to say, I got my armor but was not pleased. I abhor heavy armor because it is difficult for me to move in, and being nimble is how I survive. I pouted, griped, and whined but finally wore it for the marketplace. When we arrived, I was honestly expecting to see a seedy underground sesspit of anarchy and chaos, and it was nothing like that. He took me to a stall at the end of an alley and purchased a large Basilisk droid (apparently both a rare and very old Mandolorian droid) as well as other equipment. I found a replacement necklace with a pink stone that I can use for my new distress beacon/signal. The last necklace I had was destroyed in the battle of Jedi Mischel Deese and Admiral Firmus Piett, and the pink stone drew me in somehow.
In walking back to the ship, I saw a young poor girl walking in the market. I took all of the Imperial credits I had on me and gave it to her. Corden asked me what I had told her when I leaned down to give her the credits, and I simply told him that I saw a good heart within her, and that good things would come to her if she held strong in her faith. He grew a bit quiet after that, and that's when I mentioned that Imperial credits belong to the people, not to me. Hence, I held no attachment to those credits at all.
We went back into the ship, and I was so feeling anxious that I needed to get away to the beach. We ended up spending the night on what appeared to be a beautiful planet with no humanoid inhabitants. I collected a few treasures from the beach that I will use later, and we had a beautiful evening together.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
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