***3 Mai 2005 –Reporter

 

Today I made a stroll in Entha and then there came this dog.. well actually it was a bug, or also sometimes called a ‘rodian’, but it was brown and to me it looked like a dog.

It said it was a reporter and chased me all the way through the city. It seemed to be trying to know more about the stun incident yesterday evening in the medcentre.. when RK-379 ordered us to shoot that cat, then the Twi’lek doctor, than that other doctor.. the one that I had to shoot in the knees weeks ago.. and some boy.

 

 

 

I wanted to shoot the reporter with my blaster, but I was not on duty and we are not allowed to do such actions on our own. So I kept my temper and didn’t shoot it. It threatened me that I would never ever get rid of it. I said ‘well try to chase me now’ and jumped in my little Tie, and took off.. leaving a frustrated, cursing rodian in the starport, alone.

A couple of hours later HK-619 called us to the base, he wanted to have a talk with everybody that was on the patrol with RK-379 yesterday evening. As I had been there too I jumped on my speeder and moved back to base to get myself into uniform and report to HK-619’s office. Jarome and Teglo were in the waiting room too. One by one Hamna Onoxa called us into his office and asked us what exactly happened yesterday night in the medcentre. So I told him, and I also told him about this reporter.

“Go to Mos Entha and search and arrest this reporter.”, he ordered us and we moved back to the city.

It was easy to find the bug-dog and we took it to the base, where it was brought into the interrogation room. When we entered this room I felt nauseous, I had a very bad feeling. Probably because it reminded me of the interrogations that the rebels did to me. I was ordered to fasten the rodian to the chair.

HK-619 ordered me and another cadet to stand aside of the chair as he asked it questions. I stared at the bug that looked more like a dog and felt a bit pity. I felt frustrated.. why would I feel pity for a bug.. after a quiet sigh I managed to suppress my feelings a bit more. The bug had to tell HK-619 where the tape was.. it seemed to be under its headwrap, attacked to it’s bold skull with tape. Then it had to tell from who it got the tape.. after being threatened enough it admitted that it got the tape from.. Lyzzie.

I gasped quietly.. Lyzzie..

Suddenly I felt sadness, I remembered that day when we were in this house, when I was in this room, the child room. That day we had to get this droid.. this droid that later told me that I had been a slave of the Imperial Garrison.

Lyzzie’s room.. Lyzzie.. the short girl wearing mostly black clothes.. yes I remembered her. And the rest.. no not now, now I had to focus on the here and now. I had to unstrap the bug and take it outside. It was released.. for now.

I was dismissed and when I went to bed.. since a few days I got nightmares again. Nightmares about torture, about people in white.. about Lyzzie getting tortured and myself sitting in a dark corner of the room, crying and crying as I powerlessly watched shiny white stormtroopers hurt Lyzzie.