The Voice Diary of Zusk'anosh'ouzu

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

The Following are a series of Diary Entries recorded by the Chiss by the name of Zusk'anosh'ouzu a.k.a Skan.

Entry #1

Is this thing on?... Press record to begin recording. I just did that! Ugh! Oh wait... OH!!!

Ahem.

Hi world. Actually, hi myself. Nobody is ever going to hear these things except me. If you're not me and you're listening to this, then you should probably turn this off and pretend you never stumbled across my Datapad. Do you even know who I am? I don't even know who I am sometimes.... Wow that was deep. I'm hereby copy-writing that saying and if anybody uses it or I see it on T-shirts, then I'm going to... do nothing about it. Have fun using my ideas getting rich. Take it from me, wealth isn't that great.

Anyway, I decided that I was going to start doing these things every now and again so that one day when I'm not leading an exciting life anymore, I can just listen to these and relive the good times. This week has been CRAZY so far and I don't even know where to start. Actually, I do. Don't worry.

So I decided to become a thief. That sounds horrible right? Let me explain. I went out for a walk after using my last Medpac and I was STRESSING out. How exactly can a Chiss be a Medic of a wannabe clinic in his apartment without medical supplies? Like what was I supposed to do, ask people to kindly stop bleeding on my couch and try to pray the pain away? Here sir, drink this glass of water, you'll be find. Suck it up. Pft, yeah Skan, that's the way to go. I'd probably get shot or something like... Okay, back to the thievery. So I spotted some cases with Medpacs in them in a hanger. Don't ask me how I got there. I must have just blacked out or something, it happens. So, being the obviously intelligent and educated young male that I am, I casually stole one and ran. And when I say ran , I mean RAN! If there were military people around, I should have been scouted or recruited or whatever because I was reaching record speeds. Poncho flailing behind me in the wind and everything. I ran into a different hanger and then just casually ran up the ramp of an open ship and hid in there. What a great idea right? I'm such a pioneer. So I got approached by the pilot of the ship and he's all like "Um are you here to employ me?" and I'm all like "Uh sure?" but I can't lie to save my life so I eventually caved and told him the truth. Funny thing is, he didn't turn me in but let me wait there until I thought I was safe. Even had a little awkward conversation with him. He was a Human by the name of Nolan and he was really, REALLY interested in his ship. To be honest, I should probably try to find him again. He seemed nice.

Fast forward and I make it back to my apartment in one piece. I'm still stressing out, but I get it into my head that things are going to be fine once I get inside and close my door, even though I don't have a lock on my door. WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! So this guy points a gun at my poor little head and I freeze up all like "I literally have nothing of value, I help people, please don't rob me" and he's all like "Tell me more about these people". So, at the height of my intellect, I invited this would be mugger in only to find out that not only is he the OWNER OF WHAT I STOLE, oh no, he's also this half naked gorgeous Twi'lek who immediately starts putting eyes on me. Okay, I kind of looked first, but seriously. He waltzed into my apartment without a shirt on and I'm not supposed to look at that? I guess I am kind of biasd because of 'he who shall not be named' also being a Twi'lek, but like is there anybody out there who doesn't find Twi'leks attractive? I'm genuinely interested. I take it back, if somebody else is listening to this please hit me up and let me know if you don't think Twi'leks are hot. Because you're wrong. Bleh, I'm getting distracted again. Uh... where was I? Oh right. So hot Twi'lek guy starts flirting with me and I'm all awkward and having flashbacks to 'he who shall not be named' and UGH!!!!!!..... Look, long story short he got in my pants. I'm only a Chiss, I have needs and urges and stuff. Some of the things he did to me, I'm not sure if they were amazing because I'm not that experienced at stuff like that or because they really were legendary. Like, he knew how to use his body in way that I had never even considered a Twi'lek would be able to. And then, when it was all said and done the next day, I had to get up and help a patient. Personally I thought he'd run immediately but instead he actually stuck around and helped! I just have to be careful, because he has a boyfriend and they're in an open relationship. Not careful in a way that I'm a home wrecker or whatever, but careful because I can't let myself get emotionally attached to this guy. It's ONLY for fun Skan. Don't get any ideas. Don't forget what happened with 'he who shall not be named'.

Oh the Twi'leks name is Alask. I've just kind of accepted that these are probably going to be heard by someone other than me now, so you might as well be kept up to date on names and stuff. I really hope I see him again. He promised to help me to open an actual clinic so I guess I will. Maybe I can get him back into the bedroom...

Ahem!

So later that day after I parted ways with Alask, I literally RAN into a reporter who was looking for me. I don't really want to say much about this, because I might have let some things slip during that interview and acted like a bit of a tool, but let's just say that apparently my parents have been looking for me this whole time. I don't know how to feel about that....

And finally, earlier today I ran into this guy named Albert. He had hair that just COMPLETELY defied logic and physics and everything else that people use to make life make sense. So he said he was skilled with medical stuff and that he could show me some stuff, so I took him back to my apartment. He made everything more presentable and taught me some stuff that I will never forget. I NEVER would have learned some of that stuff otherwise and I'm so grateful. Oh yeah, and he told me I'm Force sensitive. Because that's just a small detail....

LIKE WHAT!? I'm a person who can use the Force! It's one of the most exciting pieces of information that I've ever been told about myself and it's just so great! Albert promised to stick around and teach me to control my connection while also helping me with my apartment clinic. I don't know what it is about this week, but I'm meeting the best people. Except for the reporter. I get that he was just doing his job but I don't like reporters as a rule. If my parents want me, they can come and find me themselves.

But yeah, that all the stuff that's happened to me in the past few days. I hope things keep going this well because it's actually really nice to suddenly have some cool people around me after a few years of solitude. To be honest, I haven't really let anybody in since 'he who shall not be named' showed up at my apartment three years ago. But I'm not talking about that. Not now, not ever....

How do I turn this thing off?

I DID press the button again!

Just kriffing stop!

Oh wai-

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[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Entry #2

Hey diary and everybody whose managed to find this. It's me again... obviously.

It's really late while I'm recording this. About four in the morning. Honestly, I should probably be asleep but I just had a guy in here about an hour ago with so much blood spurting out of him that I honestly thought he was going to bleed out. Would have been kind of difficult to explain a dead body in my apartment. Sure, people around the neighborhood know what I'm doing here but it would be a bit suspicious for people not from around here...

Anyway, I've just been lying here in bed thinking about stuff. Stuff that I probably shouldn't be thinking about. Honestly, I don't even know how he popped into my head but he did and now I can't stop thinking about him. I might as well fill you guys in, if anybody aside from me is actually listening to this. His name is Ravage, my hunky Zabrak ex boyfriend. I know in my last one I tried to say that 'he who shall not be named' was a Twi'lek but that was a lie. I'm a really bad liar, so I probably should have known better than to try and lie to myself. It's probably what set this trip down memory lane off.

I should just say this outright. He was never good for me.

Heh, I can't even believe the words. I know that I should, but my heart is just like 'nope, he's perfect and you love him'. Obviously I haven't gotten over him. He's the one who bought my favorite little poncho for me, the one I wear every day and treat like it's the greatest thing in the Galaxy. It kind of is. It's warm, soft and a really comfortable. Maroon is Ravages favorite color and he said it went well with my eyes. Which is really kriffing stupid. My eyes are a bright ass crimson, not some dull wannabe brown red. I tried to throw it out after he left but then my heart stepped in again. Definitely my most frustrating vital organ.

Two years ago, Ravage showed up at my door and fell through the door. He was hurt, a huge gash up his side. I did my thing and fixed him up real good. He told me about his work while I did, about how he was a gun for hire and working as muscle for a local gang leader. But the gang leader had turned on him after getting what she wanted and tried to kill him. He escaped and found his way to me after hearing about the 'little Chiss medic' in the neighborhood. After I stopped the bleeding and made sure that his organs weren't going to fall out, I noticed how attractive he was. A dashing male if there ever was one, shirtless in my room. He noticed of course. Ravage could always tell what I was thinking.

Our relationship was physical long before it was emotional. For him anyway. I caught feelings pretty quickly. I'm overemotional. It's so strange how I can block out everything when somebodies life is in my hands but otherwise I'm a rambling mess. Ravage came back almost every night after I first fixed him up, sometimes injured and other times looking for somebody willing. And boy was I willing. Even now, he could walk through my sad little door and I'd be all over him. I'm so pathetic....

Th-this was such a bad idea. How do I delete this?

I... I-

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