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Entry One
Won myself a name today. Gonna be called Tri from now on, short for Triumph. Garter says that’s dumb, but I beat him on the sparring mats all three rounds, so who cares what he thinks.
Entry Four
First deployment. Two tally marks inside my bracer now - Kamino and Geonosis. Once I get to five planets I’ll start painting them on the outside.
Entry Six
Drop insisted Jedi were all crazy. I didn’t believe him until our new General jumped *over* our entire front line to get at the droids. Thought the Captain was going to have a heart attack.
Entry Nine
I SHOVED TREK INTO A PATCH OF MUD AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE BANTHASHIT INSTEAD AHAHAHA
Entry Thirteen
The colors are- so much. So many. Kamino had blue, when the sky was clear and the ocean calm. Grey, the rest of the time. And inside was white white white, maybe some black. Same with the longnecks. And then us, with dark skin and darker hair, blue and red for our uniforms, but that was it. The same for each and every single one. When there’s that much repetition, you stop seeing the colors.
I like green. I’d paint every inch of my armor green if I could. All different shades, light and dark, even that yellowish one that makes me think of Drop puking after endurance training.
Entry Twenty-Two
They tore down the whole village. Every hut, every house. Didn’t give the people inside any warning, either - we found an awful lot of arms still reaching out of the rubble. It’s not enough to just shoot the droids, now; I need to find the flesh and blood officer who ordered this, and put a plasma round through their kriffing head.
Entry Twenty-Seven
So. Apparently Jedi can fall asleep while meditating. The little ones, anyway. I tried to nudge our new Commander awake and she just- tipped over. Landed against my leg. And kept snoring. Stayed stuck there for almost an hour before the General came by and saved me.
Entry Thirty-Eight
He kissed me he kissed me he kissed me it was just on the hand when he gave me his comm code but he KISSED ME and it COUNTS, Trek, SO THERE
Entry Forty-Three
Figured out how to duplicate the requisition forms to get extra paint delivered. Spring says he’ll have a couple dozen specialty explosives rigged within the week. The shinies don’t want to be shiny anymore? Fine. This is as good a way as any to learn not to complain where I can hear them...
Entry Forty-Four
Another nightmare. Red lightsaber again.
Entry Forty-Seven
Found a little kid on the battlefield after we routed the clankers. Nobody could believe the tubie survived, crouched in a hollow right smack in the middle of all the shooting. But then the General came to have a look, and said the kid’s touched by the Force. Apparently we’ll be getting some downtime after all, waiting for her to get back from taking the little guy to Coruscant. The Commander still has to finish her classwork while she stays with us, though, and Captain Fyre’s pretty insistent she will Actually Do It. We’ll see how that works out!
Entry Fifty
I get why everyone else hates it, okay, but I kind of like the mud? The squelch noise. The extra work to keep your footing. Nothing like it on Kamino, not even with the same amount of rain.
And of course, getting to shove Trek into every available patch of mud I can find. That's a big plus.
Entry Fifty-One
...General’s dead. Ambushed, on her way back from Coruscant. Seps blew up the ship. Commander felt it happen; she fell off the crates we were sitting on and started screaming. Didn’t stop until Plunge got her with a sedative.
Entry Fifty-Six
They sent us a new General. He’s... different. More distant. Does his best with the Commander, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like her taking naps with us. Fyre says we just need to make the best of it, but- he also ordered new paint. Her favorite color. Just enough for every brother to dab a bit on his armor.
Entry Fifty-Nine
Nightmares are getting worse. The new General reminded Fyre that soldiers are supposed to follow orders, when he tried to argue our strategy for the next offensive, and I froze up. So did Fyre, I think, because he didn’t even try to argue. Just shut his mouth and nodded.
Entry Sixty
Commander fell asleep on me again. Not meditating, this time. Crying. Trek shared his blanket. Maybe I won’t shove him into the next mud pit we find.
Entry Sixty-Two
Drop figured out how to press and dry flowers, so we can keep them longer. Every brother in the squad has at least a couple tucked inside his armor. Commander has one inside each of her new braces. Green and yellow. I’m going to try and find some more when we break camp in the morning.
Entry Sixty-Five
Shore leave we’ve been looking forward to got canceled, need to reroute to back up a battalion in trouble. Maybe we’ll get to hit a friendly space station soon.
Entry Sixty-Six
Karking Seps managed to hit the Commander. Trek’s dead; threw himself on top of her when the second missile hit. Our old General would have taken her personally to the medical frigate, I KNOW she would have - this kriffing replacement just sent her off with only TWO brothers as escorts, not even a whole squad! And he got miffed when Fyre tried to ask for an update on her condition!! ‘The Padawan is not your concern, Commander’ I’ll show him a concern-