PATCHWORK

I figure if my brothers ever figure out that I write in a diary, I'll be the butt of a few jokes over the course of this campaign. But I don't think there's any shame in it; it's not like I can tell Captain Rex or General Skywalker some of the things I write in here.

I mean, really. Strale and Pinpoint already gave me this name because I kept stitching up that old stuffed bantha that I found on Apaxus. But I know they find it as cute as I do. Beady little eyes and the fluffy fur. So what if I have a token? Tally can vandalize his armor as much as he wants but I can't have one toy?

I'm getting worked up over this. Rex says I gotta keep a cool head, but it's not so easy when I'm out on the field. I just wanna kill 'em. The droids. Well, technically you can't kill them. Whatever. No one's ever gonna read this, so I just say I kill them. My brothers call them kills, not decommissions. That would be a mouthful.

On another note, some new "reinforcements" arrived today. Two little girls. I mean, all due respect to the Jedi Council, but… it's just weird that they only send them. A guy's gotta eat, too, and I didn't see any ration bars after Falcon cleared out the cargo bay.

I'm hungry. I'm going to go and see if I can haggle with Howitzer for one of his extra ration bars.

Patchwork out.

HOWITZER

I don't know how the hell he did it, but that bastard Patchwork somehow made off with half of my secret stash. Conniving little shu'shuk.

Whatever. I've still got enough to last me and the squad for the next few days, but I'll admit that I'm uneasy. I think some of my brothers are a bit jagyc as far as being vulnerable is concerned, but who cares, right? To each their own, and it's not like this journal is for public use and consumption.

The battle went well today, I think. Half-victory, though General Skywalker was less than pleased. The way the clankers just spun and walked off reminded me of the simulations back on Kamino, where it was just a click of a button to go back to normal.

Normal in the context of a normal person's normal. I'm not sure I'm making sense. But as a soldier, I think fighting is my normal. I should probably start thinking about it like that, because at the rate we're going I don't know when I'll get to stop. At least I've got this journal so I can record all these weird thoughts I have. The Kaminoans would probably get mad if they knew I thought like this. But again, they're not gonna see this shit. It's just me and the holojournal.

Kriff, this is pretty childish. I don't know if I'll write again. I wonder if any of my aliit does this kind of thing. Probably not, right?

A/N: These chapters are inspired by a Clone Wars fanfic I saw a long time ago that did little journal entries between chapters. I'm afraid I don't remember the name, but I thought it was pretty fun.

TRANSLATIONS

SHU'SHUK: Disaster, screw-up, used less severely in context.

JAGYC: Macho, in context.

ALIIT: Family, clan.

MAR'EYCE: A state of heaven. (Double or Nothing)

Also, if you notice that Double or Nothing looks a little different... I ended up editing it in order to adjust a few things. You don't need to reread, nothing major changed. Just the style.