Atunda, 6 Helona, 12731
in the innermost chamber
of a fancy looking B'omarr Research Chamber
under the area around Stiydear Estate
We have too many opponents in this room. My first step is to warp one of those decorative plasma bracers so it'll makea startling noise as it ceases to function. This will take the room-wide focus of hostility off Reese, at least for five seconds.
Also it establishes, first, that the Concord are not untouchable nor are they impervious; second, that the Concord were not prepared for us to use their environment, their set dressing, against them.
My second step is my highest priority. I defend aggressively against a whole lot of incoming blaster fire.
These Concord brats have a trick that looks like a negative image of Force Lightning. It's horrid. I feel like I've been punched in my gut with serrated brass knuckles. Also, several of the B'omarr suffer horribly. Possibly they die.
That's got to go.
I have begun to suspect that those big bulky squat "mini AT-STs" might have Dark Siders in them.
The Concord think Vance is a "Jedi Stalker". Is that an offensively rude way to call him a fan of Jedi Quest?
It's no reason to smash him with the shadow webby energy thing.
I am so, so glad that Aerena and Davish have been smashing power stores, while Reese and his new colleagues have been dismantling the Concord's controls, as the three of Vance and So'Zen and I made a huge disturbing distraction. I don't know how we're going to do with So'Zen so badly injured.
All I can do is draw attention away from the upper staircase for a few seconds. Let's see where I can--
Uhh.
There's a B'omarr spider mecha running up the stairs, carrying a miswired Vor shield belt away from danger. And the Concord brats ordered their minions to shoot, with intention to cause an explosion. Nope, guess I'm not drawing attention away from the stairs just yet, I need to defend the B'omarr!
Datapad, set a reminder for twenty minutes from now: Update case files on flimsicards. Concord are trying to flee to a chamber eastward. Expect an alternate exit thataway.
Datapad, set a reminder for three hours from now: Update Facts flimsicards. B'omarr spider mechas can do a jump pounce in the style of typical arachnoidal webless stalkers. Cross-reference with Problem, B'omarr do not culturally seem to have the idea of 'positive consent' requirements.
I am going to not think about that for now.
Datapad, one more thing. You don't understand that command. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Datapad, set a reminder for three hours from now: Check my math on galley supplies for a typical two week hyperspace trip in the Night Sparrow. I think the Concord brats tried to convince me that I ordered wrong. Also, make sure we have whatever Aerena's favorite snack is.
Dear diary, I just experienced the new contender for Top Three Reasons Why We Question Appointing VN Ysadora as Chaplain.
I still don't know if someone is using my datapad to harvest intel from me. I would not care if someone was, except that it wears down my battery while interfering with my normal use of it. I mean, also, obviously, I'm not pleased about the malware.
Anyway, I think I did a bad job of answering some interfaith questions while playing the role of "chaplain" with my friends. There are a lot of reasons the
Beskar Aran keep a certain cushion of emotional distance between themselves and me, even those who do not avail themselves of my support. They need me to be something other than a close peer, if my role as analyst-and-advice-provider is going to work. I can't be that
and be a good friend. Since these folks are my friends, I make a lousy spiritual advisor.
I got them a smidgen more inner-directed, though! Which is more of what I comprehend in the first place. Understand themselves, who they choose to be, how they have constructed themselves, all within the context of whatever shenanigans are in progress around us.
Speaking of which, we are going to check out this next chamber. Reese confirms that some sort of big, shiny relic is in there. He says his local resources have confirmed it as a cache of information. We need to find out what it is, at minimum; we might need to figure out what to do with its contents.
I am sure it will be fine.
Do I sound like Ben Kenobi there?
I think his words just came out of my head.
Thanks, Master.