Entry #65

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Time: 0633

I'm hungry.

I hate waking up hungry. My stomach's growling… again. Rations are still thin. That's not a surprise. I keep trying not to think about food, but whenever I tell myself not to think about food, I start thinking about food. All those lovely soups and salads and stuff that they used to have at business dinners when my dad took me to Coruscant… and then all that strange stuff that Jyn used to try to make me eat. There was this weird purple stuff, I can't remember what it was called… I hated it at the time, I only ate it because he was intent on force-feeding me at the time, stupid guy. I'd love to see that stuff right now.

Now… what was it called?

Entry #66

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Time: 0638

IT SHOULD NOT CONCERN YOU WHAT THE FOODSTUFF IS CALLED. YOU HAVE OTHER PRIORITIES TO ATTEND TO. YOU HAVE WATER. YOUR FOOD RATIONS ARE LOW. GO FIND BIRDS' EGGS OR SOMETHING SIMILAR.

Entry #67

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Time: 0639

Well, excuse me, mister, but where am I supposed to find birds' eggs when I haven't seen any birds?

Entry #68

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Time: 0640

CLIMB A TREE. YOU HAVE TAKEN SURVIVAL TRAINING, CORRECT?

Entry #69

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Time: 0641

Hey, don't get clever with me, I can take care of myself without your help

Entry #70

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Time: 0641

OF COURSE. YOUR STOMACH GROWLED AGAIN. MY SENSORS ARE TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE HUNGRY, BORDERING ON RAVENOUS.

Entry #71

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Time: 0642

Excuse me?!

Entry #72

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Time: 0643

THIS CONVERSATION IS FUTILE. WERE YOU NOT CONCERNED ABOUT HOW MANY ENTRIES YOU WERE USING? STOP ARGUING AND GO SEARCH FOR FOOD. I WILL AID YOU IN YOUR SEARCH.

Entry #73

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Time: 0644

Hang on a minute, little droid, I'm the one in command here. You take orders from me, not the other way around!

How many entries are left?

Entry #74

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Time: 0645

PERHAPS YOU HAVE GONE BLIND. THIS DEVICE STATES THAT THERE ARE A TOTAL OF TWENTY-SIX ENTRIES LEFT BEFORE YOU REACH ONE HUNDRED ENTRIES. I DO BELIEVE THAT YOU SAID YOU WOULD DIE IF YOU REACHED ONE HUNDRED ENTRIES.

Entry #75

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Time: 0646

Bucket of laughs you are – I have NOT gone blind! I can see that there are twenty-six frakkin' entries left!

Entry #76

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Time: 0646

TO BE CORRECT, IT IS NOW TWENTY-FIVE.

CORRECTION: TWENTY-SIX. I AM USING THE TWENTY-SIXTH ENTRY TO GIVE YOU THIS MESSAGE.

Entry #77

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Time: 0647

You don't have to be insulting!

Entry #78

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Time: 0648

CORRECTION: I DO NOT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO BE INSULTING. I AM A DROID. I DO NOT INSULT.

Entry #79

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Time: 0649

Oh, you little liar. You little astromechy liar.

Entry #80

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Time: 0650

INFORMATION: YOUR STOMACH GROWLED AGAIN.

GO CLIMB A TREE.

Entry #81

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Time: 0651

What?!

Entry #82

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Time: 1030

As per astromech droid advice (I can't believe I even said that), I climbed a tree. And scraped my knee. And fell out of it again, into the mud, but not before I found a birds' nest. There were eggs in it. Two REALLY big birds' eggs. Bright orange with fuchsia strips. Really ugly. I think they should be shipped to Coruscant to take fashion lessons. "What Not To Wear." Right.

Aree was nice enough to get some driftwood together by the time I got back from climbing the tree. He lit it on fire. Note to self – if I ever get off this planet and have to misfortune to be stuck on another planet like this one, get stuck with an astromech droid. They're actually quite helpful. When they're not acting like they're your mother.

I hate that droid sometimes.

Anyways, I'm using my ration bar case as a dinner plate. Improvisation, yeah? Yeah. Spiffy. Hot cooked eggs on metal case. It could be worse.

Are those storm clouds on the horizon?

Edit: The wind just blew sand into my freshly cooked eggs! YEUCH!

Entry #83

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Time: 1130

They were storm clouds. Now it's raining and I'm crouched under a tree, trying not to get wet. I can see a bird. It's a really big bird – bright pink too. And by pink, I mean really pink. The sort of pink that some girls dye their hair to make a fashion statement at the opera on Coruscant. I hate that colour!

Entry #84

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Time: 1150

It's been twenty minutes. The bird's still staring at me.

I'm officially creeped out.