(OOC: Just so you know, on 's thing, the date may not be accurate. I just picked a random year After Fog. Also, sorry for the longer post! )
"I'm putting you on prohibition," Umbrellascope says stiffly, like most of her orders and statements. "Go to your room. We'll talk later."
I narrow my eyes in a teasing way and add, "Why, do you doubt me, Major General?"
"Go. To. Your Room. Now," Umbrellascope snaps, "or I'll put you in a prison cell with your friend."
My smirk breaks out into a smile, and then a full-on grin. "Go on ahead. But I have information you would only wish you had. So if you do happen to throw such a tantrum as to throw me in a cell alongside the Rebel scum, then be sure to visit me." I wink, wishing I had a hat that I could tip. Oh, well, a wink is good enough. "In the meantime, I'll be in my room, awaiting your next orders, Major General."
I then stroll across the room as if I didn't have a care in the world.
But I do.
If I do not have the trust of the Major General, I will not be able to break Arille out and keep my word. As I enter the door to my quarters, close it behind me, and sit on my bed, one thought courses through my mind above all others.
What have I done...
Resistance Agent A. Sprocketlook
Journal Log #42
September 7, 272AF
Location: Some Imperial Base in NML
Why, oh, why, did I get myself into this predicament?
Anyone could easily say it wasn't me that got myself into this mess; it was Iva Larkscope. That blasted Resistance member. Why did I fall for it? I guess it was because she's my friend. But now? It's been way too long, and she still hasn't come back for me. Not that I can't handle being alone in a jail cell, but... I can't stop thinking that she betrayed me - and not only me, but the Resistance. The Scarlet Man. The Great Engineer.
From what Iva told me, she was undercover as an Imperial. But how can I trust that? What if it's the other way around? I've known her for a few months now, but is that really long enough to truly _know_ someone? I feel like... Well... I don't know what to feel.
So, yeah, that's my predicament. I always knew I was too trusting, but
Arille, this has gotten you
Anyway, if you somehow get this message - which you probably won't, but still - please, come and get me. Because I'm pretty sure Larkscope here won't.