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Tarot Diary

Write a diary, it helps. If you cannot sleep, write down your thoughts, tell the book what lays on your soul.
She took a pile of cards. Bought them from a fortune-teller, selling her predictions.
for a credit...
Picked three of them Tarot cards and smiled devilishly. The reading has been the same for weeks. It hasn’t changed yet.

The Devil

Obsession. Earlier it was burning with flame, hot and destroying from inside. With time it became cool. Calculations, intrigues... Everything considered from the logical point of view. With a little help of the Dark Side...
The game has already started. There was no way to finish it as in the world nothing  can be stopped in its evolution. The real path has never its end. Know your enemies, but do not exterminate them completely  With whom would you fight then? Who would be your guidance to en;large your possibilities? Act quickly, but don’t let your illusion dim your mind. Understanding is the key.

The Queen of Wands

She took her coat and left the quarter. The Imperial City after dark was getting cold that time. She didn’t care. Or didn’t have to. After genetic modifications, her body was fully adapted to every temperature. For the trespassers, she was a mirage. Just a  shadow seen on the borders of the visible.
Have you  ever thought how it is? To feel strange in every place you appear? Not having any shelter you might call ‘home’? Maybe she knew it better than you. Than any creature she met. But she didn’t care. Or didn’t have to.
Knocked. Not until the door hissed and opened, did she wait about 3 seconds and pass through.
‘Voice identification. Asahi’ she said coldly, waiting for  reply.
‘Voice identification complete. You have 5 seconds to give the appropriate code."
She drew in herself, and concentrated on her psychic. Using the Bio-feedback technique, she sent waves to her guarding system.
‘Code verified. I turn all the systems on."
Dimmed light filled the room that was shaped in a sphere, with one armchair in a very center. She took off her coat and threw it on the ground; then sat on the chair and recalled the datapad code. Before her sight the terminal appeared. She spoke one word.
His name.
You could wonder how old she was. But even she couldn’t answer your question. Well... she didn’t care. Or didn’t have to...
She was good at what she did. Skilled enough to be the best. But she was better. Using the Dark Side of the Force she could have many servants. But she was also a player. That made less people trusted her. She balanced at the edge. Beautiful angel with black wings… Known only by the nick, found somewhere among the names of trading companies… She didn’t even know what it meant.
After 2 minutes in a deep, Imperial network, she disconnected. Another phase was done. Glad, she cried a tear. Then she laughed coldly.
‘You were not listening to the poem, sunshine. And you should have..."
“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams…”
"The game is not over yet. But now it’s your turn…"

The Moon

‘What the hell it is?!’ He sweared. All the hatred that has been  growing for months, now seethed.
‘That bitch thinks that I am going to make fool out of  myself in Grand Admiral’s eyes? Destroy those documents! Now!’ A young Lieutenant was staring at his face. Frightened of disobeying the conduct, but more scared of the man that stood before him…
‘But sir! It’s too late, everything  has been in the Holo Net for 5 minutes, HCI lurkers have prolly investigated it!”
‘Well then, I’ll have to use my connections, elsewhere my career is over and so is yours.’
‘Yessir!"
He didn’t know her before. They met on a party. All-nighter at one of the cantinas.
She looked gorgeous. Tall, slim and black-dressed. Reminded him a shadow… a dark and dangerous shadow from his  dreams. Her sight reached him. Passion and amusement, as if she was reading from his mind. He was alone that night, And he hoped to pick up one of them pilot –ladies for one night. He overestimated his chances. Many weeks later he learned that he was a prey. Silly, he fell in love with the most beautiful woman he met. He liked her wits and secrets. Wanted to know everything about her… and help.
"We are here to serve, to help... so why not to help our officers at the beginning?" Soon,
he got angry every time she was leaving his quarters. He used diplomatic channels to bring her to the top. To be closer. And then she said ’enough.
‘Silly bitch, didn’t appreciate what I had done for her!’ crossed his mind. ‘She’ll pay for it!’
‘Sir, we’ve got what you asked for!’ a cold voice of one of his subordinates drilled his mind. ‘It’s on your pad.’
He glimpsed the message. As presumed, the report was short. His hands were cleaned. As always, he felt innocent. The model officer of the Emperor’s Hammer Strike Fleet...