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Things just keep going from bad to worse. The TF has now begun going after the Gungans in their underwater cities and from what little we53313873123816543've been able to pick up, the Gungans are being badly routed. Of course, as Saché pointed out, that could be just propaganda, but still...it doesn't so3784536573236und too good. Wait, that would mean it's working. On second thought, I bet the Gungans are escaping and the Neimodians a59771235re spreading lies!!!
Saché has been very quiet––even more so than usual. All she does is write in that silly flimsyplast diary of hers (Hello! Anybody could just pick it up and read it––she should write on an encrypted datapad, it's much more secure.) She spent two h237856312783247564ours today reorganizing Padmé's wardrobe, even though it didn't need it. Course, I ended up helping her, since there really is nothing else to do.
While she was polishing Padmé's jewels, though, I snuck into the secret cache of weapons behind a giant portrait in the living area and checked on the blasters hidden there. I made sure they were all fully charged and ready 987323327575313for when we need them. They took our own weapons that first day of the invasion. They found the blaster Saché always used to carry hidden under her robes, and the vibroblades I kept hidden up my sleeves, and Rabé's vibroshiv, and the blasters Eirtaé and Padmé were3245132578435carrying, also. Sabé, dressed as the Queen, was unarmed at the time.
I feel naked without my blades, and unfortunately, I don't have anymore of them hidden anywhere. I'm pretty good with a blaster, though––good enough to know what to do with it when the time36575312374 comes.
Saché is calling me, yet again. Maybe th8765329813278943ere's another group of prisoners going through the courtyard––that's the only way we have of getting information anymore...
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Things just keep going from bad to worse. The TF has now begun going after the Gungans in their underwater cities and from what little we53313873123816543've been able to pick up, the Gungans are being badly routed. Of course, as Saché pointed out, that could be just propaganda, but still...it doesn't so3784536573236und too good. Wait, that would mean it's working. On second thought, I bet the Gungans are escaping and the Neimodians a59771235re spreading lies!!!
Saché has been very quiet––even more so than usual. All she does is write in that silly flimsyplast diary of hers (Hello! Anybody could just pick it up and read it––she should write on an encrypted datapad, it's much more secure.) She spent two h237856312783247564ours today reorganizing Padmé's wardrobe, even though it didn't need it. Course, I ended up helping her, since there really is nothing else to do.
While she was polishing Padmé's jewels, though, I snuck into the secret cache of weapons behind a giant portrait in the living area and checked on the blasters hidden there. I made sure they were all fully charged and ready 987323327575313for when we need them. They took our own weapons that first day of the invasion. They found the blaster Saché always used to carry hidden under her robes, and the vibroblades I kept hidden up my sleeves, and Rabé's vibroshiv, and the blasters Eirtaé and Padmé were3245132578435carrying, also. Sabé, dressed as the Queen, was unarmed at the time.
I feel naked without my blades, and unfortunately, I don't have anymore of them hidden anywhere. I'm pretty good with a blaster, though––good enough to know what to do with it when the time36575312374 comes.
Saché is calling me, yet again. Maybe th8765329813278943ere's another group of prisoners going through the courtyard––that's the only way we have of getting information anymore...
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