The Diaries of Fathima Nori (F-Diary v2.4):
day 170:
Finished a courier drop for Jabba today. Being a Jawa worked out really well in Mos Eisley - everyone pretty much ignores you. I was even able to sell a random piece of junk to score a few more credits. Jabba's rather unpredictable, though, and that's a risk I need to avoid. But man, he pays so much better than most of the other folk.
day 174:
What a horrible nightmare! I'm still shaking, especially since I have no idea what it means. All I'm left with is the impression of some tremendous pain, and crackles of blue and red energy. It reminds me so much of that time when...ARRRRRRGH! I don't want to think about that! I better take it easy today.
day 175:
The Imps changed a whole slew of their encryption codes today. I spent all day slicing most of them, but I'm stuck on the local operatives database. There's a strange find among all the new data, it seems my old handler Colin is scheduled to be transferred to Coruscant. I wonder why he's being transferred after many months in low security prison. I can't think too much about that now though, big job tomorrow; I better get some sleep.
day 178:
Jackpot! I found an Imperial intelligence comlink on the black market today. It cost me a pretty penny, but once I figure this gadget out and put it to use, I'll sleep a lot more easily at night. I finally got the database sliced, too. Nothing new or interesting there, but it's good to know for sure.
day 181:
Just got the intelligence comlink integrated with Zal's systems. There were way too many transmissions for me to sift through manually. Zal picked up a signal from an intelligence shuttle arriving in-system, so I staked out the spaceport and got to take a good look at the new agent in town. A rather slim fellow, he could use a little more meat on his bones.
day 184:
Half year survival anniversary today. I never dreamed I would live so long, and I'm grateful for how far I've come. The early days of stealing food and sleeping in dark alleys, hoping I would not be found are still fresh on my mind. Now I have some credits, a few places to stay, enough to eat, and can even travel freely around the Outer Rim...as long as I'm careful. I had a chocolate glaze cake to celebrate - heavenly.
day 185:
Bumped into Carly at the bar for the third time this week, and sat down to chat over some drinks. I do rather enjoy talking with her, and she seemed to enjoy it as well. Could I be developing my first real friend after all this mess in my life? She only knows Ingrid though, not the real me. And who knows what kind of secrets she holds as well? I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up.
day 188:
It was nice to take a day off to train myself again. It looks like my pistol skills have declined a bit with disuse, but surprisingly my control of the Force seems to have improved, even though I've been keeping my usage down to minimal levels. Y'know, just in case Vader is around these parts of the galaxy - I sure as hell don't want him sensing my Force usage. Recently it's becoming harder to keep track of where he is by slicing into the Holonet, there's been so much going on. Good thing it was confirmed he was on Coruscant today. There was even some Holonet news footage of him there, so I was free to go all out with the Force.
day 193:
Maintenance of my eye and muscle implants went without a hitch. I still feel as agile as ever, both with them off and on. Easy job today. Just shadowed a clueless fellow and reported everything he said to the client.
day 195:
I can't believe it worked! I was able to persuade the Imperial governor to let me into his office, where I was able to copy a bunch of key Imperial codes. And even though I haven't touched these mini-stilts in ages, I was able pull it off and carried myself rather elegantly as a tall lady, if I say so myself. I'm pumped! I really should tone down the risk-taking for now, though. Who knows how long my luck will hold?
day 196:
Man these new codes really are something. I pretty much have access to all there is to know about the sector, there's data on everything. Just a quick look over what's there shows economic trends, agricultural developments, corporate earnings reports, even military production, and much more. I'm going unleash Zal all over this stuff. Maybe we can sift out some new profitable opportunities.
day 199:
What a close call! I was walking up the stairs in the governor's palace (why did I go back??) when I passed by an intelligence operative and freaked out, falling down and revealing my stilts. I ended up having to shoot my way out of the place; I'm lucky to be alive! Still, it's good to know that my aim is still quick and true when I need it. I must have taken down a dozen guards on my way out. I noticed a lot of them hesitated when they saw me with my guns drawn; incidents must be rare here. I need to get off planet, and fast!
day 201:
Phew, I'm safely off-planet. I must have passed through ten different checkpoints at the spaceport! Good thing they were looking for a short human, not a Rodian bounty hunter. Ugh, I still smell pretty awful - it's gonna take awhile for this Rodian scent to wear off.
day 208:
A really rich slicing contract appeared on the Fomos board this morning, and a strange one at that! Rather than just slicing something - they want it done at their location, smells fishy. But there's 15% upfront, if an applicant slices the sample file provided. Even that upfront fee would normally take me a month to earn - I should take a crack at it. But the strangest thing is that there's no mention of this on any of the other boards. Usually things are posted everywhere to reach more potential contractors.
day 212:
Jackpot! I finally managed to slice the sample file. It used an encrypt unlike anything I've encountered before, and all that's in the file are a bunch of names, odd. But they transferred the money in seconds when I submitted the decrypted file, so they must be serious. It's time to break out my Corellian slicer persona again. I hope the rest of the contract goes as smoothly.
day 218:
I finally feel confident as a Corellian after practicing the accent and mannerisms all week, and I've refreshed myself on the culture and caught up with the recent news. Slicer jargon hasn't changed that much, so that came back to me easily. Tested myself out at some of the exclusive local haunts and it seems that I pass. Man, I can't believe how boring the people in this neighborhood are; all they do every day is drink themselves silly. I would probably kill myself if I had to live here all the time.
day 219:
So I'm off. The contract representative was a very stiff guy, reminded me a lot of Imperial Intelligence, which gave me a scare. In any case, once I met the man, it was impossible to back out cleanly, so onwards I went. We've boarded a rather bizarrely colored Lambda-class shuttle, I'm told it'll take two days to reach our destination.
day 221:
Yikes! We've just come out of hyperspace and the destination's an Imperial ship of some sort! I can't believe I overlooked all the clues pointing to the situation, or was I just in denial once I knew I was committed? I'm double-checking the auto-erasure program on this diary in case it's ever taken by the wrong people.
day 223:
The slicing setup here is to die for. A pair of the latest Masterline superterminals, incredibly high throughput connections, upgraded optical storage! Someone walked in while I was writing into my diary, so I had to quickly switch over to DoomieRL 5000, a rather popular game among young people in this part of the galaxy. I've forgotten how much fun the game was! I even reached the secret level with the hidden head of creator "K.K" this time, how spooky. The overseer chewed me out and threatened to reduce my pay, so I argued a bunch with him. I was ahead of schedule anyways! He ended up backing out meekly. Hah! I guess he didn't have the authority. Still, I can't afford to write into this thing as often anymore; it's too much of a risk.
day 232:
Felt some sort of pain I've never felt before radiate out through the Force. It seemed like it happened nearby, too. I start to wonder what it means, but then I decide I probably don't want to know more.
day 234:
I'm getting by, despite being surrounded everywhere by Imperials. I haven't run into any intelligence agents since coming aboard, so if they're on board at all they must be segregated elsewhere. I've gotten more than half the the files sliced now, most of them contain only names and locations, but for some reason I'm getting more and more uncomfortable with this. I've been pretty successful pushing the envelope, trying to explore more areas of the ship each day. Early on they were really strict in restricting my access, but now everyone seems pre-occupied with other things, so I've been able to see more and more of the ship.
day 235:
I'm not sure I believe my eyes - I think I saw Colin in one of the prison cells. So is this ship headed towards Coruscant? And if I was not mistaken, what exactly is going to happen to him once the transfer is done? There's so many questions I want to ask him - what exactly happened after my disappearance? Is Vader still concerned about me? Why were you arrested? But how can I ask him without exposing myself to any additional risk? Oh, and this ship makes me nervous. I've been sensing that the ship personnel were quite nervous themselves, but today I managed to convince one of them to tell me what was going on. I should have kept myself in the dark.
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