Title: An Officer and a Gentleman: The Private Journal of Malavai Quinn Author: SabyneAmberle Characters: Malavai Quinn, Darth Baras, Moff Broysc, Lord Lycuneae (Lady Ceska Maalrus-Gammon), Vette, Lieutenant Pierce, Jaesa Wilsaam, Broonmark, other various minor characters Timeframe: The Old Republic (3643 BBY) Genre: AU Summary: What is really on the mind of the austere, formal Imperial officer Lycuneae picks up in her journeys? Now you'll know! Notes: Written for the 2015 Dear Diary Challenge. I have a feeling this fella will be fun to write. ********** When I was growing up on Dromund Kaas, anniversaries were generally one of two things. They could be happy events. When my mother and father remembered the day of their wedding, it was seen as a happy event. They toasted with fine wine and food, and told all in attendance the same stories of how they met, how their marriage was arranged, and how happy they have grown with one another since. Other times, they were sober, somber events. Remembering the passing of a great leader, recalling a particularly humiliating defeat at the hands of the Republic, even remembering a family member who had died...all of these were sad events. And they were marked as sad events, often marked by the sharing of memories, presenting of speeches, unveiling of statues...whatever fit the intended mood of the day. Today is one of the latter days for me. It is a sober day, a day I should pause to mark in my mind, particularly as it is something of a milestone. Needless to say, this is not the sort of milestone I had hoped for. Ten years ago this very day, I arrived on Balmorra for my first assignment. It was not by my choice, the choice was forced upon me. I had been court-martialed, made a scapegoat by my superior officer. As punishment, I was sent to this lowly outpost, forced to watch the Empire and the Republc battle for scraps of land like children squabble over toys. It is wearying to watch. I would not normally think this of a former commanding officer, but damn Moff Broysc. Damn him with heat so hellish it makes Tatooine feel cold in comparison. He destroyed my military career, derailed all my goals and plans, and left me to twist in the wind under Imperial command. I can imagine his mocking laugh at hearing I was exiled to this pit. The thought churns in my gut like poison. But I should not entertain these thoughts any longer. They will only serve as a distraction. I may not enjoy the thought of languishing here, but perhaps some good will eventually come out of it. End Log.