025 [Written/Voice]
[Well, there's no point in making any plans for today, since Saleh knows he's on the schedule to be kidnapped. So he sits quietly in his apartment all day, waiting. He's at his desk with his journal in front of him, and his Thunder tome close by, feeling more nervous than he's ever felt in his life. In some ways, knowing that he's supposed to be taken is much more unsettling than being taken by surprise. There's so much he wants to do, but time is rapidly running out.]
Great Dragon…
[That's all he writes. At the very least, he wants to extend his well wishes to the infiltrators, so he'll quickly switch to voice and send out his vague message. His voice tone is very low, and very disturbed amidst the deafening silence in his room, a very unusual tone for him.]
Everyone, I would just like to say…may fortune smile upon you. And…
[The rude interruption comes in the form of the door being busted open and heavy footsteps growing louder. As promised, Saleh grabs his tome to put up his small token of resistance, calling out to the journal once more, his voice now more strained than before.]
Forgive me!
[A loud clap of thunder drowns out the droids' footsteps for a brief moment. After that, everything is silent.]
Great Dragon…
[That's all he writes. At the very least, he wants to extend his well wishes to the infiltrators, so he'll quickly switch to voice and send out his vague message. His voice tone is very low, and very disturbed amidst the deafening silence in his room, a very unusual tone for him.]
Everyone, I would just like to say…may fortune smile upon you. And…
[The rude interruption comes in the form of the door being busted open and heavy footsteps growing louder. As promised, Saleh grabs his tome to put up his small token of resistance, calling out to the journal once more, his voice now more strained than before.]
Forgive me!
[A loud clap of thunder drowns out the droids' footsteps for a brief moment. After that, everything is silent.]