[1]
So, here we are on Taris. Standard backwater, grinding poverty underneath riches, the usual. This guy named Carth is here with me, and we have to look for this Bastila chick. It appears the planning is left up to me. Time to run around aimlessly and hope genius strikes.
[2]
Seriously, who authorized those Sith uniforms? Metallic and black? The defense is shoddy, and they look like castoffs from a terrible Coruscanti drama. I figured Malak would have better taste.
[3]
Carth certainly does have a lot of feelings, doesn't he? Every two seconds, he's sitting here exuding this "I don't want you to talk to me but actually I kind of do" aura, and he looks like such a mad mean puppy that I have to talk to him. He's nice enough, I suppose, and he's been useful so far. Maybe under that faux-gruff exterior, he's actually fun.
[4]
Mission is ... incredibly chipper. And very young. And very prickly if you insinuate she might need help. She reminds me of someone, though I can't place who. Her Wookiee, Zaalbar, is the standard Silent Wookiee type. I got a lifedebt out of it; not really sure what to make of that yet.
[5]
Let's see. Took out a gang. Am a racing champion. Rescued possibly the most uptight Jedi ever (and that's saying something, from what I've heard). I like mentioning how I rescued her, because it flusters her so much. Carth even got in digs about how she lost her lightsaber; I didn't know he had it in him. He was so pleased with himself; it was pretty adorable.
[6]
On the Ebon Hawk, the ship that that Mandalorian, Canderous Ordo, hooked up with us to steal. Can I just say that Canderous's ass looks damn good in those pants of his? And there's the way he struts around with his blaster, too. I ruined four spikes trying to hack the security system because I kept thinking about what we could do with those straps of his. Heh, I wonder ... if I bat my eyelashes, would Carth join in? I'll tell you what, that Mandalorian can assault my Republic anytime he wants.