A Diary Lost

Week 5 Day 1

Dose 5. 23 left.

General Shaak Ti is starting to scare me. She says that my midichlorian count is very close to the minimum where someone would be force-sensitive. I've also started reacting to things quicker. Like my reflexes have become sharper. I feel like I'm more aware. I'm terrified. I must be becoming force-sensitive. I don't want to. I refuse to believe this is possible. I also refuse to believe they revived me to be solely an experiment. Expermient 100 I think it was. It sounds oddly familiar, but I can't place my finger on it and Force knows they'll let me research it.

Have I mentioned how boring it is to be stuck in my quarters when I'm not training or recieving a dose? So kriffing boring.

Omega comes to my quarters every now and again to see me and she practises her braiding on my still-quite-short-but-longer hair. I don't know how she does it since it's not much longer, if it even is, than hers. I apparently can't get it cut because I'll probably be recognised. I almost said; 'recognised? I'm a clone,' but then I realised they meant my 5 tattoo. I was almost going to ask General Ti if she knew how to cut hair, and then I realised that's a kriffing stupid ass question. She's a Togruta. Of course she's not gonna know how.

I started doodling on the front of this diary. Little drawings and symbols that remind me of my brothers and the 501st. Oh Force I miss them.

General Ti let me give her lightsaber a swing. It was heavier than I thought it was with how fast Jedi whip their lightsabers around. Her blue blade is quite pretty though. I made sure not to cut myself and was successful. I have pretty much gotten over my fears of wielding a lightsaber.

Apart from drawing on my diary, I've been granted paint. I repainted my armour which they were very kind to give back, and I started painting the padded walls. I just painted, not really thinking about the result. It looks like a mess, but a spectacular mess. Just like me!