[b][i]D4-V3[/i][/b]
The droid begins to play the next recording. Some time appear to have passed, and Sucal, somehow, appears to have gotten worse. The dark circles under his eyes are deeper, and his uniform is stained and wrinkled, like he hasn’t changed in days. “We executed Nox today... fourth time this week. I suggested we remove his head just to be sure, but the Naval Code Of Conduct forbids desecration Of enemy corpses. Everything else we try doesn’t work though. I’ve put him through a firing line, and he wakes up the next morning good as new. I’ve had him electrocuted, but the burns are gone by midday. It’s not that he can’t die. He IS dying... but then he comes back. The men refuse to try for a fifth time. They are already skittish around Sith, especially after Oricon. They think he’s possessed or something.” He pauses to look around the room. “What’s worse... some of the crew have been reporting strange things happening around the ship. I don’t know if it’s residual radiation from these dead ships or some sort of space anomaly, but it has been effecting everyone’s minds, including my own. I haven’t been sleeping well. My mind is too stimulated to rest. I lay awake for hours, staring into the darkness, watching the shadows. When I finally do drift off from pure exhaustion, I am plagued by never ending nightmares. It has gotten so bad, I am started to hallucinate during my waking hours. It isn’t as bad as Oricon, Thank the stars, but it’s... similar enough to make me fearful.” He pauses again, looking lost in his own thoughts. “Once I finish this recording... I’m going to pay Nox another visit. Maybe he’ll have some answers.”

D4 squeaks. Next message?