Um, yeah not much to say. Enjoy!
=ASL=
Letter 8: Theron Onasi
Dear Mum and Dad,
How are you doing? Mum, are you out of the hospital yet? I'm really worried- too bad I can't take any leave just yet. Please get better soon. Dad, look after her, OK? Is the old man over his cough yet? Get better soon, please.
Well, yesterday was the day for me. I came face to face with the leader of the rebel cell again - he's actually pretty young, believe it or not. He's 23 actually- weird, huh? He's only 3 years older than me since I'm going to be 20 in a week and a half. He's not unattractive either: tall, dark brown hair with a part that sticks up at the front and green eyes. He wears an odd orange-brown jacket though, it's... an interesting sense of style that he has for sure.
My only problem (though is it even a problem?) with him is personality wise. He acts completely calm even though he's behind a force field and even smiles calmly. Heck, the guy was even joking around. Ugh. Though I will admit talking to him was fairly easy but he can be so infuriating. This was what our talk was like (it's almost word for word. Oh and K is for Kaia and T is for Theron (maybe I should change it to I for Idiot)):
K: You're Theron Onasi, I presume?
T: *shrugs* Yes, that's apparently what my parents named me. And you must be my interrogator. Didn't think they'd use someone so young or so pretty.
K: Uh, let's stay on topic.
T: You're no fun. Fine.
K: You know why you're here, right?
T: Because I can ballroom dance? Oh, wait it's because the Emperor is jealous of my jacket! Yeah, that's totally it. *nods* That must be it.
K: Are you seriously joking about right now?
T: Who knows? Maybe Palpatine is jealous of my jacket. He's a greedy guy.
K: Where do you get off talking about his excellency like that?
T: Oh, loosen up - you're going to get wrinkles if you frown so much. So, Miss uptight interrogator, what's your name?
K: Give me one good reason to tell you.
T: I'll drop the jokes and be serious for a bit?
K: Fine. I'm Lieutenant Kaia Jarrde. Happy?
T: Kaia, huh? Cool. Interesting name for the girl who bested me using a rifle like a blade. So how are you planning to interrogate me?
K: Um, I was planning to talk to you at first.
T: You're a newbie at interrogation, aren't you?
K: Shut up, Onasi.
T: Ooh, I was right! You are a newbie. Ok, Kaia, let's talk. What's the topic? The weather? Emperor palp's and Vader's clothing style?
K: How in the galaxy do you dare talk about our leaders like that?
T: It's pretty easy actually. I open my mouth and talk. But, shh, that's our little secret, Kaia.
K: Can you be any less serious? And it's Lieutenant Jarrde or at least Jarrde.
I'm just going to stop here. You get the gist. That guy... Seriously, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to think. He's kinda very carefree, like he's not in an imperial prisoner. He's one of a kind as far as I can tell. And just... Ugh. Conclusion: Theron Onasi is weird.
I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing in the first place and this guy keeps throwing me for a loop. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Any ideas? I hope Tessa gets back soon maybe she could help me.
Oh and Arcan and I nearly found that stuff out about Onasi. As far as we found apparently Theron Onasi is related to a famous Admiral in the Republic fleet who served during the Mandolorian wars and after. He was a genius in the navy. We just have trouble pinning the name though for some reason.
About my feeling odd: it's definitely not my sickness. I just feel really odd, like I'm growing another sense. Like a sixth sense. It happened right after I ran out of those tea packets from Alderaan that you always gave me, you know - my favourites? I just started feeling odd. Is this withdrawal? But I don't feel like I'm addicted to the damn thing and it's not like I crave it at all. Sometimes I feel the boys before they even enter... I literally feel them there or there's those lights in the back of my mind popping up from time to time. This is creepy. Do any of you know what's going on? Was this in the symptoms of my disease?
Well, work is waiting. Write back soon while I go and try to deal with Onasi. Ugh, wish me luck.
Love,
From your daughter Kaia or Lieutenant Jarrde
YOU ARE READING
A Stormtroopers letters.
FanfictionA young female stormtrooper named Kaia Jarrde writes home to her parents on Bakura telling them of her life. Kaia loves the Empire and is blind to any of its faults but as time goes by and she is stationed on Mandolore where a certain rebel cell is...
