Entry #41

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Today has been the worst day of my life. I think. Maybe not. I've had a lot of bad days, like the time when Daddy dearest kicked me out of the house. Or when Mom died. Or when I was shot down.

Kriffing Imperials. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have ended my career so quickly. I was only just getting started. I remember General Rieekan telling me that I had "potential." Janson then told me immediately afterwards, "Yeah, potential to fail." I think he was joking – Janson's always joking – but that comment really got me fired up. I almost slapped him, if Wedge hadn't gotten in the way. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I got told off several times after that – first by Wedge, and then by Tycho Clechu and pretty much the rest of Rogue Squadron. Ugh! That was really embarrassing. They all treat me like some kid, but I'm really not all that much younger than them. I'm just a rookie – but I still have just as much to fight for as they do. More than some, maybe.

Tropical environments do not agree with me. I'd rather be on Hoth right now. Believe me, I'd take the cold over the heat anyday of my life. This is just too much to bear. I feel like I'm trying to breathe water. It's muggy and sticky and buggy.

Today the jungle thinned out to a rainforest. Oooh, so much better. Not. It may be dryer, but every pool of water I've come across so far has been filled with algae. The algae is disgusting. It's multicoloured. Multicoloured. Pink, green, yellow, red, magenta, purple – you name it, it's there. A little rainbow of digusting stuff that's preventing me from getting fresh drinking water. Oh joy. I hope I can find a river or a stream or something that's not standing still.


Entry #42

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I have a grand total of one and a half water containers left. Oh joy. That stream better be somewhere soon.

Entry #43

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Why am I constantly writing on this datapad? You'd think I'd have something better to do than to sit with my back to a tree typing on this thing.

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WHILE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR HUMAN EMOTIONS, I DO BELIEVE I MAY BE ABLE TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION POSTED IN ENTRY #43. PERHAPS YOU ENJOY TYPING ON THIS DATAPAD BECAUSE IT GIVES YOU A LINK TO YOUR PAST, TO TECHNOLOGY. HUMANS LIKE BEING AROUND TECHNOLOGY, I HAVE NOTICED. OTHERWISE, THEY WOULD NOT HAVE CREATED US DROIDS TO HELP THEM.

DOES THAT GIVE YOU PEACE OF MIND?


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Stang! That droid was writing on MY DATAPAD!

Honestly! And trying to give me "advice" too! WHILE I WAS SLEEPING!

How bad can this get?

I hate you, Aree. AND DON'T YOU DARE DELETE THAT COMMENT!!

Kriffing droid.

Entry #46

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Today's hike wasn't too bad. I drained a lot of water from the water containers when I accidentally sloshed some of it out going uphill while trying to drink. Note to self: stop to take a drink of water, don't walk and drink at the same time.

So much for conserving water.

Stang!

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Have you ever felt so disgusting in your life that you swear you can see the sweat building up in layers on your skin?

I feel like that now. So gross. It's… ugh! I want a shower, dammit! I want a shower now. Gross, gross, gross. I say that every single uninhabited planet ought to be installed with shower houses so when people like me crash-land on them, we'll have somewhere to wash!

I wish I had soap. I want soap.

You really have no idea how much you appreciate things like soap until you can't have them. Even the Rebellion had soap, even though there were times when we were on short supply. Thankfully the guys usually lent their soap to us female pilots.

Unless their name starts with "Wes" and ends with "Janson."

I will never forget that. If I ever get off that stinking planet, I am going to find Wes Janson and steal every single piece of soap he owns. And then I will bribe every single soap company in the Galaxy to boycott him so he will never, EVER be able to buy another piece of soap again!

Entry #48

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Time Edited: 1903, 1904, 1905, 2001

I'm getting low on ration bars. I hate their taste as well. Ugh.

Edit: I think I heard something moving in the rainforest.

Edit: It's creeping me out.

Edit: I don't think I'm going to go to sleep tonight.

Edit: Success! I climbed my first tree! Except for a few bruises and scraps and my hands hurting like crazy right now, I'm all right! I just hope that the scrapes heal up soon. I don't really want them to get infected on me.

Stars, I'm going to have to stop hurting myself.

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I NOTE THAT YOU ARE PARTICULARLY JUMPY FOR A HUMAN. MAYBE THAT IS WHY YOU DECIDED TO SLEEP IN THE TREE.

I MUST ADD THAT I AM ASTOUNDED THAT YOU EVEN MANAGED TO GET UP THERE, CONSIDERING ALL YOUR PREVIOUS FAILED ATTEMPTS AT CLIMBING TREES. I MUST CONGRATULATE YOU – HOWEVER, I WILL NOT. YOU HAVE JUST LOST YOUR DATAPAD, AS IT HAD FALLEN OUT OF THE TREE AND LANDED ON THE GROUND. AT LEAST I FOUND IT FOR YOU.

YOU CAN THANK ME IN THE MORNING WHEN YOU WAKE UP.

Edit: AN AFTERTHOUGHT – YOU SNORE JUST AS LOUDLY AS WES JANSON AND THE REST OF ROGUE SQUADRON PUT TOGETHER.


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BLAST IT! I hate that droid!

Kriffing Aree. Stupid droid for writing on MY datapad when I was sleeping. I DO NOT SNORE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Stupid datapad for falling out of my pocket while I was sleeping.

Stupid gravity for letting it fall out of my pocket while I was sleeping.

You know, I don't think I ever quite realized how much I hate gravity. Gravity is… like… I don't know… the most annoying thing in the universe. It makes you fall. It crashes your X-Wing on stupid, random planets when you get hit by enemy fire.

It makes your head hurt when you fall out of a tree that you spent about a half an hour trying to climb so you could sleep in peace at night. A tree that already bruised you when you tried to climb it.

Why do I feel like every single thing in this Galaxy is aspiring against me?!

HELP!

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Oh goody.

Ration bars for lunch. I had ration bars already.

I hate ration bars.

But I have to love them at the same time, since they're my only food!

What the hell am I going to do when they run out?

Edit: On the plus side, the rainforest is getting less and less thick. I'm still going uphill, though. And there's rocks. BIG rocks. Really nasty rocks. And tree roots. I just tripped over one. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Jyn always said I was the clumsiest person in the Galaxy. Uncle Kallen always said that too. And my nanny. And half of Rogue Squadron and pretty much all of the Rebels. I think Janson might have made a joke one day behind my back about how clumsy I am. Something about me being able to alert the Empire to our location just by tripping over my feet… I can't remember how it goes.

Ugh. Oh well. I don't really care. I don't really want to think about jokes. I hate getting made fun of. It really is disconcerting when you walk into a room and everyone spends the entire time giggling and laughing at something and you can't help but wonder what it is until you come to the conclusion that it has to be something about you.

Although, to tell the truth, I don't think I'd really mind having a bunch of people laughing at me right now. I'd LOVE in. Just to see someone's face instead of a bunch of jungle trees and a crazy R2 unit that hacks into my datapad when I'm asleep.

Ugh!

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I just realized that I've been here for twelve days.

TWELVE STINKING DAYS!

I'm not sure if I should be proud of myself or not.

Maybe survival's easier than I thought. I ought to be proud of myself. But I bet that if Jyn or Janson or anyone else found out that I had survived twelve days on an isolated planet with nothing but a datapad, a stupid R2 unit and limited supplies, they'd say it was a fluke of nature.

I can just hear the jokes. Ugh.