I hate Jedi. I don’t really, but I want to strangle the whole lot of them tonight. Mere hours ago we were going out to investigate some campsite. We brought along a group of Jedi from the Marran with us. Worst idea ever. There is something about holocrons that make jedi go bonkers. I mean, we already established the camp was rigged with traps. We nearly stepped on one on our way in. Then some Jedi gets a bug up her butt and runs head-long into the camp and opens some crate. She’s damn lucky it wasn’t rigged to explode. Then one of my guys, PFC Cortair, goes insane and runs into the camp as well. Some weird ass shit happens and he goes unconciouss. I’m not even going to continue. The complete idiocy of some people. A crate is open and it explodes. I swear…

I need a break. I need to get away. I’m putting in for some leave. I’m going back to Corellia for a few days with Vyen’a and relax. I need it. She needs it. Some semblance of normality. It will be nice to go home and not be there to just discuss business.

((Short one to cap off Operation Hammer Dawn. There will be another entry today on a more recent RP occurence for Jerax.))