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Sien Zoth, signing in.

::There is a long pause as the young zabrak woman finds herself staring distantly upon the datapad, uncertain of how to continue her second log::

There has been…

::Another pause in transmission::

…Somewhat of a situation upon Alderaan. I have arrived at House Teral. However the Jedi Master that is speaking for Organa, I had mentioned previously has again thwarted my attempts to speak with her. This leads my suspicions that she is very much indeed ill. The way she holds herself and the way she flaunts bravado, like the others that have been taken by the plague, leads me to believe that she is very much affected. While I continue to try my luck at gaining access to the summit, I have been asked to prove myself, and thus must play diplomat and ambassador, and mend ties between various houses… Much to my chagrin. However; if this leads me to the ill master, then so be it… I will "play" diplomat. I will say though, I am a healer, not a politician.

Meanwhile, Lakin's own mission of finding the Death Mark has driven him across Alderaan as well. …Which I won't deny, does concern me. However, there has also been some rather bright news; Lakin's master is alive and well… But the bad news is the woman who told us that he had been killed is a traitor. And as such, we must deal with her, and find this weapon- which she may very well have the ability to control. This aside; the Alderaanian cold has not lifted from the air, nor has it truly lifted from my shoulders. I still find myself rather… Conflicted, uncertain, and utterly lost. I also find myself having to… Correct Lakin's butchering of the zabrakian language. Recently he mixed up one of our scent-words while we were at House Organa… When addressing the word 'projhere', which is the scent word for 'zabrak', he happened to mix it up with 'protai' which happens to mean 'mate-scent'. His constant flirting, I reminded him, will surely get him into trouble one day if he runs into a mercenary who happens to be an Iridonian woman if he does not choose his words wisely.

Further, adding to the troubles, aside from angry Iridonian mercs, we happened to find out an associate known as Ryger now has several warrants upon his head. While I do not know Ryger very well, I did happen to meet him at a republic meeting some time back on Balmorra; and recently on Nar Shaddaa during a Sabacc Tournament which Lakin attempted his hand at. A notice went out across the holonet from a Jedi Master, however I have my reservations as several things don't seem to quite add up. However, one thing that was mentioned was that he was being influenced by the dark side. When I met him, I never noticed any strange ebb of darkness from him. He seemed pleasant enough, kind actually- both times I met him. I'm not sure if my current questioning is a part of my own heavy doubts, or is truly warranted.

In any case; I should… Probably continue this shortly, the small break I received while Lakin was tending to his injury is now up. My time here on Alderaan is limited and most of it is being spent upon trying to find favor with the Alderaanian Houses.

::There is a long several hour pause before the datalogs pick up again in text, this time the entry is marked "Urgent"::

Lakin and I have both been detained by one of the warring Houses, our weapons and mostly everything else has been taken from us. I happened to hide my datapad well enough for it not to be found. It has been several hours since my last entry and I find myself behind a forcefield… My thoughts clouded over what has transpired. The Wolf Baron gave us an ultimatum; he captured many civilians and was holding them hostage… If we did not comply, he would kill them all. Women, children, and elderly- it didn't matter. Civilians became his game pieces and we had little choice but to fold our own hand. Giving ourselves up to the offending house in exchange for the innocent lives, we now find ourselves in this holding cell. No doubt, this will not end pretty for Lakin and me. This time however, has given me the ability to write this entry and make an attempt to send a distress call over the holonet but-

::The entry ends abruptly here.::

…

::Much later the entry continues, this time upon Sien's ship, and no longer merely text, but a full holo.::

[[A hand pushes out and gently presses the holo-recorder; the interior of a ship can be seen in the background for a very brief moment before the lens focuses in upon its single subject. Standing before the recorder a petite young zabrak woman stood, barely out of her rank of padawan.

"Um… C2-N2, this thing is working right? "
"It seems so master."
"Good… Um… Hmm…"

Turning back to the recording device the woman carefully folded her hands and bowed gently before the screen. The dusky brown cloak, to which actually did not belong to her- but to Lakin, shifts along her lithe frame, the hood rippling along her finer, pale features. Her tattooing is quite prominent as are the horns, "orat" as her people called them, which peek through the flaxen strands of hair. – Which are all rather obscured by the haze of blue from the com, including her saffron colored eyes.

"I wish to first off apologize for the lack of a holo with my earlier submissions, but I could not find the time to actually record physically that which I wish to say. So this… Too is very new to me, and as such I apologize for any… Awkwardness I may give off."

She blinks a little at her own words only to sigh irritably, it showing faintly upon her features.

"I also apologize for the abruptness that my last recording stopped with. The group of civilians who we traded hostage situations with came for us once they found out what we risked for them and assisted us out of the WolfBaron's jail." She seems to hesitate before going on, her eyes searching the viewer's own, or rather through them. "We, Lakin and I, soon found ourselves back within the company of the House Organa… the Wolf Baron before us; the Duke of the Organa praised us and consulted us on how to handle the Wolf Baron."

Sien pauses, seems conflicted and paces a bit before the recording, her yellow eyes clouding over with thought before she continues.

"To which, I made the call. One which has made me questioned myself, my actions, and who I truly am… When I was a padawan I made… Many mistakes, many that I wonder if I could have gone a different path with and yet… I seem to continue those same mistakes over and over… Tch, it's hard to even believe that I'm still a jedi after-"

She stops short and sighs.

"I made the call to have him executed for the greater good. This man not only threatened innocent lives, but he also killed, maimed… Destroyed so much in his wake and I did what I thought would be best for the situation. This in turn has placed a rift between Lakin and me. I could feel it so strongly… So strongly…"

Her lips draw into a thin line and she continues to pace in turn, struggling with her next words.

"Which- this too, concerns me… I am getting too close to Lakin. Jedi should not make bonds, and yet intentionally or unintentionally I have made bonds with this knight. I call him my "Oen'nuin", my "good friend". I see something in him that I see in myself as a much younger padawan. He's kind, gentle, and truly means well as I once did when I first befriended Zyras. Though, that's all gone now, she's not that person any more… Nor am I that innocent padawan that began to question everything she was ever taught, I am now a sage that questions everything she has been taught…"

A hand pushes up and rests against her forehead, a distressed look upon her features.

"What choices I made, they have upset him, and I cannot retract the life that I had taken. I told him this, that any apologies I could give were meaningless, but I… Also assured him that I will… Try to be more tolerant… Though I don't think that's the word in basic that I am searching for."

She admits softly.

"Though I reflect back upon what he told me; "Everyone deserves a fair trial if possible. Everyone. Or there's no point." …Lakin, while not trained since birth as a jedi… Is more of a jedi than I will ever be. While I was trained since birth and I cannot help but question my own motives. And in doing so, by my own actions, I have caused him to doubt his own thoughts- or perhaps, he had them already and all I did was amplify them. Nevertheless, after my actions today, he seemed distraught… Something came from what I did today that struck him… He was distant, which is not typical for him."

Stopping her movements briefly she pauses to compose her thoughts before continuing. There was something about his past that he was not telling her, and she was alright with that… As there was much that she was not telling Lakin, that she kept reserved within her own heart. She would not press the issue, and had made that known to him that afternoon. And while she was conflicted, she knew that she cherished his friendship- even if she struggled with the thought of bonds.

"He called me "oen'nuin" today… And while this conflicts me… I…" Her eyes soften and a distant smile plays upon her lips. "I think the very same of him, how could I think of him otherwise, after traveling with him since Coruscant?"

After a long moment of silence her hand gently clutched onto the warm robes that graced her frame, drawing them close her eyes slipped shut and a soft exhale left her.

"It's getting late by my clock, it's after 24hundred hours; Lakin and I have decided to return to our ships as his leg was bothering him once more… And I did not want to risk it being damaged further. Nor did I wish to sleep at a cantina again. I will report back when I have more over the next coming days."

"This is Sien Zoth, signing out."

With a worn expression the young zabrak woman extends her hand and presses something upon the holocom. The pale blue light flickers for a moment and her image is gone, the information preserved within the device.

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