// Log 001 // First Entry

The Data Pad hums to life clicking and whirling an image of Ana laying on her bed hovers just above the screen as she records she lays frowning on the bed before she rolls over 'facing' towards the viewer.

"I sometimes wonder why I even bothered to come here."

"Lets face it, I don't fit in with people." she waved her hand sharply through the air as she spoke, "I don't trust them and they don't trust me and that's how it will always be. I see people familiar faces but I don't know them, why bother? If home taught me anything its that you can't trust anyone but yourself. Well that and maybe crazed space smugglers who get you off said horrifying planet." Sitting up she continued to speak, kicking her legs slightly off the side of her bed.

"The biggest problem here is that I'm bored I understand that we can't just grab a lightsaber and start hacking away at stuff or throwing bolts of lightning" each comment was followed by a flourish of hand gestures, each mocking the things she mentioned before. "The worst part is trying to stay awake listening to it all, they gave me hollo-recordings, but I have trouble seeing them. They aren't alive so it's like a faint shadow, something blocking the force." She sighed slumping over, resting her elbows on her knees and her jaw in her hands, mumbling now to the recording. "Just wish things were more... interesting..." She sat up sighing falling backwards onto her bed. "Turn off, power down, end recording something blah blah... I'm going to sleep."

The recording continued and Ana for the most part lay still.

"...that things still on isn't it?" with a groan she got up, the image flickering warping and fading out the last few words being muted as she messed with the data pad.