Account: Alana Calloway
Entries:
Entry: #1
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ?
0:30 am
I am a loyal servant of the Sith Order. This is what I’ve been told, and this is what I believe. My training is complete, my skills honed to perfection. I am a weapon, sharp and unyielding, ready to strike at the Order’s command. I am a tool for the Empress. For my masters. This is my role.
But something feels… off.
It’s a small thing, a nagging sensation at the back of my mind, like a word on the tip of my tongue that I can’t quite recall. When I look in the mirror, I see a soldier, a Sith loyalist, but the reflection doesn’t feel like mine. My hands move with precision, my body obeys without hesitation, yet there’s a disconnect, as if I’m watching someone else control me. I've heard of out of body experiences. This however, this sensation does not fade. I find it gets stronger at nights.
The overseer says this is normal, that doubt is the enemy of loyalty. He says I must purge these thoughts, these feelings, and embrace my purpose. Thoughts block the flow of action. In battle, it is life or death. Need to empty my mind. Try harder.
But the dreams…
Entry: #2
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ?
7:15 am
I dreamt of a battle last night. Not the orderly, calculated battles of the Order, but chaos—blaster fire, screams, the clash of steel. I was there, fighting, but not for the Sith. I was fighting against them.
When I woke, my heart was racing, and my hands trembled. To think I could raise my hand against my masters, the Order, to defy the Empress? It's unthinkable. Merely writing about it here could be enough to earn me an execution.
But the nightmare felt real. More real than this place, these walls, this life.
Entry: #3
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
21:30 pm
Training mission today. A group of rebels had been spotted in the Outer Rim, and I was tasked with eliminating them. I didn’t hesitate. I moved with the efficiency and ruthlessness expected of a Sith soldier.
But when it was over, when the bodies lay still and the air was thick with the scent of blaster burns, flesh, death. I felt… nothing. No satisfaction, no pride, just emptiness. It felt..disappointing? Muted? Quiet. The entire exchange, felt lacking. Unnatural.
The overseer praised my performance, but his words rang hollow. He said I was born for this, that my loyalty to the Empress is unwavering.
Then why do I feel like a stranger in my own skin?
Entry: #4
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
01:30 am
I found something today. There was a wanted poster in the records I found, woman had my name. My face. She could have been related to me, maybe.
I'm stuck on her name—Alana Calloway. She had a criminal record, bounty hunter, real scum of the galaxy. She was listed as K.I.A. several years ago, reportedly. She attempted to kill an apprentice reportedly. I kept it. I probably shouldn't. She reminds me of someone. I look at her, and the mirror. We look so much alike, and yet, she's dead. I don't know why I can't stop staring at this.
Entry: #5
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
14:05 pm
I am a loyal servant of the Sith Empire.
I repeat this to myself every day, every hour, every minute. It is my mantra, my truth.
But the doubt grows stronger. The dreams come more frequently, and the woman in the hologram haunts my thoughts.
Who am I?
I am a soldier.
I am a weapon.
I am…
I am…
Entry: #6
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
18:30 pm
I am a loyal servant of the Sith Order. This is what I’ve been told, and this is what I believe. My training is complete, my skills honed to perfection. I am a weapon, sharp and unyielding, ready to strike at the Order’s command. I am a tool for the Empress. For my masters. This is my role.
Entries:
Entry: #1
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ?
0:30 am
I am a loyal servant of the Sith Order. This is what I’ve been told, and this is what I believe. My training is complete, my skills honed to perfection. I am a weapon, sharp and unyielding, ready to strike at the Order’s command. I am a tool for the Empress. For my masters. This is my role.
But something feels… off.
It’s a small thing, a nagging sensation at the back of my mind, like a word on the tip of my tongue that I can’t quite recall. When I look in the mirror, I see a soldier, a Sith loyalist, but the reflection doesn’t feel like mine. My hands move with precision, my body obeys without hesitation, yet there’s a disconnect, as if I’m watching someone else control me. I've heard of out of body experiences. This however, this sensation does not fade. I find it gets stronger at nights.
The overseer says this is normal, that doubt is the enemy of loyalty. He says I must purge these thoughts, these feelings, and embrace my purpose. Thoughts block the flow of action. In battle, it is life or death. Need to empty my mind. Try harder.
But the dreams…
Entry: #2
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ?
7:15 am
I dreamt of a battle last night. Not the orderly, calculated battles of the Order, but chaos—blaster fire, screams, the clash of steel. I was there, fighting, but not for the Sith. I was fighting against them.
When I woke, my heart was racing, and my hands trembled. To think I could raise my hand against my masters, the Order, to defy the Empress? It's unthinkable. Merely writing about it here could be enough to earn me an execution.
But the nightmare felt real. More real than this place, these walls, this life.
Entry: #3
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
21:30 pm
Training mission today. A group of rebels had been spotted in the Outer Rim, and I was tasked with eliminating them. I didn’t hesitate. I moved with the efficiency and ruthlessness expected of a Sith soldier.
But when it was over, when the bodies lay still and the air was thick with the scent of blaster burns, flesh, death. I felt… nothing. No satisfaction, no pride, just emptiness. It felt..disappointing? Muted? Quiet. The entire exchange, felt lacking. Unnatural.
The overseer praised my performance, but his words rang hollow. He said I was born for this, that my loyalty to the Empress is unwavering.
Then why do I feel like a stranger in my own skin?
Entry: #4
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
01:30 am
I found something today. There was a wanted poster in the records I found, woman had my name. My face. She could have been related to me, maybe.
I'm stuck on her name—Alana Calloway. She had a criminal record, bounty hunter, real scum of the galaxy. She was listed as K.I.A. several years ago, reportedly. She attempted to kill an apprentice reportedly. I kept it. I probably shouldn't. She reminds me of someone. I look at her, and the mirror. We look so much alike, and yet, she's dead. I don't know why I can't stop staring at this.
Entry: #5
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
14:05 pm
I am a loyal servant of the Sith Empire.
I repeat this to myself every day, every hour, every minute. It is my mantra, my truth.
But the doubt grows stronger. The dreams come more frequently, and the woman in the hologram haunts my thoughts.
Who am I?
I am a soldier.
I am a weapon.
I am…
I am…
Entry: #6
??-?-901 ABY
Day: ??
18:30 pm
I am a loyal servant of the Sith Order. This is what I’ve been told, and this is what I believe. My training is complete, my skills honed to perfection. I am a weapon, sharp and unyielding, ready to strike at the Order’s command. I am a tool for the Empress. For my masters. This is my role.
