Series: “Being with the enemy”, an answer to the diary challenge 2020

Author: AzureAngel2

Co-Author and editor: @DarthUncle

Beta-editor: @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

Time frame: The story starts inside a flat on Coruscant (15 BBY) and will definitely end on the day that Scarif falls in 0 BBY.

Summary: This diary is about the ups and downs of fatherhood, written by Orson Krennic, Director of the Imperial Military Department of Advanced Weapons Research, passionate Jizz fan, an involuntary dog-sitter, and, according to his teenage daughter, a full-time villain.

Reader warning: Please excuse my weird English! I am German. English is only my Second language!

Disclaimer: SW is owned by George Lucas, Lucas Ltd. and now The Walt Disney Company ’



Entry 1, The Krennic apartment on Coruscant, 15th year of Emperor Palpatine’s reign

Dear diary,

first I thought that my daughter had been kidnapped. Of that I was certain. Because the creature which I had encountered in our living-room earlier was a total stranger to me. A thing that looked like her, but had a foul mouth and no sense of decency.

Only dressed in a bikini, which I never saw among Cassandra’s belongings before, the fiend jumped up and down on my designer sofa. While it did so, it sang “Lapti Nek” and swung its hips in a lascivious manner. I almost lost my eyesight. And, believe me, I have seen a lot when I did a lot of clubbing.

My daughter and I have an understanding that she stays away from my collection of Fizz masterpieces. A music style that has become forbidden of late, thanks to the old Sheevster aka his Imperial Majesty Palpatine.

Nevertheless, I decided to end what seemed a ridiculous casting for Jabba the Hutt’s dance group stante pede.

Oh, there was protest. Plus, of all people, Zevulon Veers. Who actually made the most uproar.

Only then it occurred to me that I was indeed dealing with my own child. And her sidekick. No mistake there!

After throwing Veers junior out of our flat and giving his dad a quick holonet call, I had to send my precious off-spring to her room.

More drama and, most amazing, tears!

Oh, and insults! Very creative ones, I must say! Cassandra seems to have entire dictionaries for breakfast, when I am not around.

I fear my sweet, little girl has now entered the unpleasant stage which is called teenage years. As if I would need any more extra stress. Why can’t we skip that nonsense? Would growth-retarding pills help?

The construction work of my project remains a daily nightmare. Oh don’t get me started on this issue! Plagued by delays, sabotage and expected to cost more than three and a half times the initial budget, this space station has become something of a running joke among Tarkin and his boys.

Then there is Galen frecking Erso, acting like a moron ever since his Lyra died. At least he has stopped asking about the whereabouts of his baby Jyn. As if I could care any less.

Tonight, I better call Alex about Cassie. He should hear about the “Lapti Nek” incident first-hand. It is his godchild after all. I cannot care less what the notorious Hera Syndulla and her Spectre rebel cell are up to. We should have the absolute priority in the life of a certain Agent Kallus.

Perhaps I even get re-connected with Thrawn. Mister Blue has been rising through the ranks of the Imperial Pecking Order like no other. I am sure he would like to lend a helping hand. He used to be very fond of my daughter when she was way younger.

Together we will let discipline rule this household again. Together we will establish a new order.

 

Hilarious beginning!! Oh the teen years!

 

Bringing my house/boards presence in order, I will start with a small step

Hmhm, I bet you did! And after you finally awoke from the drugs/alcohol/ music induced stupor you decided to clean up and not allow others the same. For their best interest, of course

Happy to see that Orson writes with a healthy dose of understatement, wouldn't want to think he lacks a feel for the dramatic

Yeah, could read more of these accurate and strictly factual accounts of the days of their lives