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Mira's Journal (Warning: Mature Themes)

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The cold of Hoth is more miserable than even Tatooine's heat. The perfect place to hide yourself from the Galaxy, until one day someone like me comes knocking on your door.

My target's name was Yin Tyn, a Jedi Master with a long list of Sith who want him dead. I found him in a small cave in the middle of nowhere. He was sitting by a fire drinking what looked to be some sort of booze. His face and body showed the signs of his age and weakness. The bones on his face were pushing out against his skin, and he could barely keep his eyes open. It was going to be a quick kill for me, but before I could draw my blaster to take him down he called out to me while I was still hiding behind cover, "Sit down an have a drink with me first. After that we can get proceed with the business you have with me." My instincts usually tell me to never accept a drink in that situation, but something felt different. So I sat down for a drink... and then another... and another.

We talked about allot things while we drank. Like his time as a Jedi, and my time as a pirate. He even told me how he'd been hiding in this cave for almost ten years. With no one to talk to most of the time he told me he would write in a journal to keep himself from going crazy. It's because of him I'm sitting here writing this shit down right now. Yin described keeping a journal as a sort of meditation to keep the mind sharp. So I thought, fuck it why not.

It might have been the booze or it might have been some sort of Jedi mind trick but for the first time in the long time I felt like I could trust someone. We talked for what felt like hours. He asked me all sorts of questions, and made me think about things I hadn't thought about in a long time. Like who I am, and if the choices I've made in my life were the right ones.

I'm a killer. I've killed countless times. I don't remember the faces of every person I've watched draw their last breath because of me and I feel no pity for the faces I do remember. My dad was my first kill. I vividly member picking up his blaster putting it to his head while he slept and pulling the trigger. I smiled as I watched him die. I'll never forget that day, it was the best day of my life.

If I have any regrets it was the first cop that I killed. I was still just a kid, sixteen years old, but I was tried as an adult. In my defense I told him the cop had raped me, but they said there was no evidence. I was deemed guilty and received a 25 year sentencing. Five years later I was let go when they found out I was telling the truth. The cop had raped multiple other girls throughout the years while I was locked up, but eventually they caught him. The prison time isn't what I regret, and I sure as hell don't regret killing that son of bitch. No, the real price I paid for that kill was losing my little brother. They told me that while I was locked up he was sent to an orphanage and eventually adopted by some off world family.

Yin asked me after I told him about my brother, "Have you ever tried searching for him?" The answer was no, because even if I did go off an look for him I know I would've made for a bad parent. So I told Yin, "He's better off without me." After that we shared one last drink before I pulled out my blaster and shot Yin right between his squinted eyes. He didn't even try to fight back.

It was a quick death.

Posted Nov 29, 18 · OP · Last edited Dec 18, 18
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Someone recently asked me why I wear pink armor. I didn’t give them a straight answer. Truth is I’m pretty embarrassed to talk about it. The color of my armor is a reminder of one of the few happy moments in my life. It was on Rishi, a mostly shit planet but the people there with me made it a little less shitty.

The name of our group was the Flying Jawa Company. We were a band of smugglers and pirates who had started to develop a name for ourselves on Rishi. Life was simple, we robbed killed and transported whatever we were asked to without question so long as the pay was good.

My boss went by the name King. I didn’t like him at first but I was a bigger bitch back then than I am even now. Eventually he gained my trust, and one might even say we became friends. The reality was that I ended up deeply in love with him. It was only after he died that I realized I wished we could've been more, but I could never bring myself to tell him. It’s easy now that I’m sitting here writing about, but it hurts more than anything knowing he'll never know how I felt.

My happiest memory was one random day when he brought home a vase full of flowers. The flowers were bright pink, the locals called them Rishi Roses. They didn’t look anything like roses and King told me they were commonly used to make poisons. Still they were the beautiful in their own way, at least that's what King thought. He told me that he bought the flowers because they reminded him of me, "beautiful but deadly." It sounded like the most cliche thing some dumb ass who didn't know how to talk to women would say, but it still made me blush like a teenager.

I paint my armor that same shade of pink as those flowers.

Posted Dec 18, 18 · OP · Last edited Dec 18, 18