Entry 1: Stranded
It's been five days since the attack on my master and I during a patrol near Lotho Minor. This journal is one of the only things I had on hand, aside from my citrine saber; two things that were salvage. Well, at least this journal could possibly aid in retaining my sanity until rescue arrives.
Entry 2: Silence
Aside from a few junkers, attempting to reap my saber, there hasn't been much to report, save these harsh acid rains. It almost cost me a leg, one of those things. I'm hoping to hear from my master soon.
Entry 3: Acquaintance
Day twelve, and still now word. I had to hide from those damned junkers once again; too many to take on at once. Lotho Minor is looking to be my grave soon if I am not to find food or water.
I found someone! Well, sort of. This Anacondon, that goes by the name of Morley. He told me he had a good idea where we could find sustenance on this junk rock. I have been following him for a considerable amount of time now; seems to have been a day or so, and, we've managed to find water, and a canteen to contain it. This seems like a possible solution and I'm hoping to find a way off this rock soon. I will ask Morley about it tomorrow.
Entry 4: Insecurity
I have just been awoken from a rough night's rest. The sky still seems dark, so it must be early. Morley seems very uneasy and somewhat frustrated with me. I've spoken, attempting to quiz him, and see if he knows something I am unaware of. I'm starting to think he shouldn't be trusted, but, it's been a day or two, and he's kept me alive, so I've had no choice but to rely on his knowledge of this planet. We have arrived to a place he considers to be the best shelter. Well just see if he's honest.