Personal Log

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The blonde appears subdued… extra quiet this evening as she holds a small cool pack to her temple. She looks a little scuffed up, but this somehow seems not to bother her. 

Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike Echani being lumped in with alien races like Geonosians? Geonosians are *insects*. I’m a gene away from human, but white hair and pale eyes? Oh no, alien freak! And people wonder why I lean toward the republic. *she mutters* 

 I mean, Miraluka, Twi’lek, they’e all fine ‘n dandy. It’s the ones with insectoid brains that freak me out. Killiks for example. I know, I know. I’m horribly racist. But I just can’t wrap my head around the … hive… thing. 

She shifts forward in her chair, peering into the camera quietly. 

Tennant knows too much. Bloody pain receptor blockers make me chatty and he was pleased to take advantage of that fact. He plays innocent but I’m on to him. I’m not overly concerned. Accidents happen all the time, and karma’s a bitch.

Got contracts on Voss, and Nar Shaddaa now. Looking at a few elsewhere. We’ll see how it goes. I need more caf. 

Her arm darts forward, and the recording cuts off. 

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