I volunteered for first watch. I do not sleep well in slums in any case. Hopefully the others at least get rest - I requested that Damaria get Brown Fox's room to herself; not only chivalry, but in the day(s) ahead I need her to stay focused and use her Force abilities to sense who is betraying us.

This day had started well with Compatriot visiting, bringing some much-needed supplies. In the evening the team had gathered to have a relaxing supper together, when an urgent knock at the door interrupted me in the middle of a witty story about Baron Telmarr's pet Kowakian monkey-lizard.

We all looked at each other, and the pounding continued. So I got up and opened the door. Seth Vance, apparently a Rebel operative based on the passcode he provided to me. He rushed in, bloodied and wounded, and told us to run.

We spoke to him briefly, trying to figure out if he was legitimate or not. While I questioned him I kept glancing at Damaria to see if she was sensing anything. She nodded her head after a little while, but at that moment the door splintered, and several agents burst through.

These ones definitely did not look friendly, but as I opened my mouth to speak, hopefully to distract them and slow them down, Sprend opened fire and obliterated a group of them with several well-placed rifle shots. As the bolts flew, I quickly sized up the situation and quickly came up with a way to test these newcomers. I ran past someone who looked like some sort of officer or lieutenant, and yelled at a group of aqualish thugs: “He's your target!” - pointing at their officer. In my fear I pushed at their minds hard with the Force, and they all turned to their leader.

He turned in confusion as the Aqualish opened fire on their own man, who quickly fell to the floor in disbelief, blaster bolts hitting him in the front from my team and the back.

Before I could do more, another group of men came storming into the entrance with clubs. They surrounded me, and started swinging. I managed to duck and dodge, and my holographic robes did their work. The illusions threw them off, and I was able to escape their circle, and as I ran around the corner back into the cantina, I used the Force again on the Aqualish, and they again turned against another comrade, looking more dazed than before. This time I kept my cool, confident since it had worked the previous time.

(Post-session purchases): Due to his effective use of the Force and focused actions, the Baron gains 1 rank in Discipline, and +1 Force Rating Talent. His confidence and power is growing.

I realized there was a horn blaring outside, and once the others finished eliminating the attackers, in walked Brown Fox, looking rather bloodied. He casually mentioned that he acquired a van in the process of taking care of another large antagonist.

While Tor bandaged up the wounded, I tried to encourage the others, and we decided to move out when Seth said there were more on the way.

So that's how we ended up here - Brown Fox's rather spartan den. And I am sitting outside of the door to his quarters where Damaria is presumably resting. The others are spread about this spice den - small half-enclosed rooms along the walls or just on pillows on the floor.

The events of this day have crystallized to me the importance of this rag-tag team that has come together on Bin Prime. My hometown, my responsibility as a Swift, and the possibilities of my destiny - I am afraid that this could all come crashing down. It is a real immediate possibility, and I have to consider my priorities.

The stakes are high, and I realize that I am prepared to do anything to stop them, and this terrifies me - the potential hate, anger, and destruction within me is threatening to be released. My fear of losing everything and everyone is strong, and yet I recall in my studies learning about power politics; if one holds too tightly to what one values, it will either be destroyed or slip out of one's grasp.

How can I have peace? Can I let go of my hopes and trust to the workings of the Force?

I have also been thinking about Damaria and Via. I had been quite comfortably independent and secure in myself, or so I thought, but now my feelings are rather confused and muddled. I should talk to Compatriot about all this - she would probably have some advice.

I cannot get a read on either of them. Damaria seems to be quite independent, and as far as I know is content with friendship. Perhaps I should be, too - we have a bond in any case. At the same time, she certainly gave me a hard time about my willingness to contact Via today for help; just my imagination, or a hint of jealousy?

Via is a complete wild card. I thought I was good at discerning motives and character, but she is rather unpredictable. One moment she is cold, efficient and deadly; the next she is incredibly charming, warm and sweet. I think my ribs are bruised from her reaction to my loyalty test (I admit, it was rather cruel to cause her to think she needed to leave the planet), but her kiss… well, I have no idea if it was sincere or not. I only used the Force for the first impression, I certainly was not expecting THAT. Either way, I enjoyed it far too much to spend time alone with her.

I am almost tempted to talk to Damaria about it all tonight, but we really cannot afford to be distracted right now. All energy and attention needs to go to this mission; if we cannot resolve this, nothing else really matters. Sleep may be hard to come by again.

I have some spare time at the Imperial Centre. We found the blueprints remarkably quickly, and Tor is busy slicing into the city planning database to create a work order to demolish the target warehouse. It probably helped that the secretary is an old friend of mine, and Tor seemed to be rather familiar with her, too. Hmm.

Hopefully the others are finding success in their tasks as well. There is little room for error. I hope that Brown Fox successfully contacts Via - if I am compromised, I do not want extra attention drawn to her.

I am ready to face this threat head-on - I feel the Force growing stronger in me. I would love to talk to Lo-den Xenrad - I am sure he would be able to teach me and Damaria some valuable lessons. I do not even know if he will recover, but he seemed quite strong.

Bloody damnation! After a quick lunch with Tor, I decided to head over to the public announcements holo-forum at the food court. Since I had spare time, I decided to take a closer look at those odd Aurabesh messages that had recently been posted. It did not take long to decode the gibberish, and I am still reeling.

Clearly this Black Ops group has an excellent slicer on their payroll - or Damaria used a weak password on her messaging account. I have to go through all of my messages to see what I have written to her; we skirted dangerously close to some key information. I commed the group to meet back at the Den ASAP - we need to know exactly what has been compromised. I also contacted D'Gane - I had given her contact info for our party, so it is likely she has been compromised as well.

My first idea is that we can use this breach to our advantage. We can use Damaria's account to plant misinformation to draw off a squad or two, and possibly have D'Gane's ISB team take them out in an ambush. Meanwhile we can use that distraction to more easily sneak into the facility to remove/destroy their intel on us.

Deep breaths. Focus. There is a way out of this mess.