I have a bad feeling about this...

Where to begin...
 
Let me say first that I'm not typically one to pour my heart out into a diary- risky business if you ask me. And yet, after today I don't give a wookie's hairy nutsack. There's a good chance we'll all end up in the belly of some kind of titanic ravenous serpent anyway, so why not spill some blue milk!
 
I usually trust my gut instincts. A deal that's about to go sour, the look in someone's eyes before they try to lie, that subtle whine a flux capacitor makes before it's about to ruin your express passenger delivery.. you catch my drift. Somehow I get the feeling like my gut failed me on this one., but I digress...
 
You might say Kathirra slipped through my defenses. Before I knew what hit me, I agreed to practically all her terms for my professional pilot service, taking her all the way out here to a remote planet in the Outer Rim called Dagobah for half of what I'd normally charge. Was it her charm? Don't get me wrong she's a looker, but in my line of work I help plenty of "entertainers" get to their "performances" and hold my own just fine, thank you. Something was just too intriguing about her to pass up- so screw it, I said yes. My trusty co-pilot and mechanic Blaze would forgive me, the poor bastard.
 
After doing a little digging, I found out Dagobah is actually rumored to be a very rich resource in some of the hottest black market drugs: "Midi" (a psychedelic fungus), "Bog Weed", and some kind of bat dung stimulant called "White Devil." Now, I normally try to keep my nose clean- you can't be too careful with the Empire these days. But hey, sometimes you have to kiss your blaster and make ends meet. Porkchop had seen better days after all- and my gut KNOWS I needed to keep that little piggy flying.
 
We can skip through all the bantha fodder and.... oh, poor Porkchop. Fried that prize bacon worse than the grimiest back-alley cutlet. She's a goner. No one told me that landing on this planet would be literally impossible?! I don't brag about a lot of things, but I consider myself a damn fine pilot if I may say so.. Yet nothing could have prepared me for flying into fog so thick, and the branches.. We never had a chance with all the branches. Blaze... he didn't make it. Got skewered right through the chest, right beside me. Only later would I come to envy him- at least he got a timely death while Kathirra and I hopelessly nibbled through the rest of our rations, waiting to die and be eaten (a minute later with my luck). Somehow we made it nearly unscathed. Life isn't a fairy tale, even if she's a believer in the hocus pocus.
 
Speaking of hocus pocus, she's been acting funny lately. She seems to be tossing in her sleep more and more too. "Oh who are you kidding," she'd say, and she'd probably be right. I began to forage and hunt for food. I'll never eat a bog wing again in my life, not for a million credits. But let's just say I found "Midi'" mushrooms, and they are fantastically delicious. Only problem is that they 1. give me terrible diaarrha, and 2. give me INTENSE hallucinations. As if Dagobah wasn't the stuff of nightmares already, here I am living the dream. Kathirra only tried them once, and a small dose at that. She'll come around eventually I hope. In the meantime I've collected a huge stash in one of my salvaged cargo containers. I did question her after finding some missing one morning, but Kathirra said there was some little green walking goblin who went through our camp and probably stole some? Likely story, Kathirra, you sure YOU haven't been digging into the old cookie jar?
 
Just when I began to resign ourselves to our demise, I see a huge bulk freighter land, miraculously, within hailing distance of our camp! I could have kissed my distress beacon, Kathirra, and all of their crew at that moment, who hailed us and came to our camp. Thankfully I was not 'tripping' at that moment and had better sense. Turns out they came not to rescue us, but to hunt some kind of prize trophy beast called a "scrange." Never heard of it, nor seen it in our 2 weeks from what they described. Well, at this point we were along for the ride. I'm not sure if they caught my bad luck, but we were beat to the chase by a sassy Trandoshan. I nearly stunned her with my blaster after she gloated about her capture, but thankfully my gut served me well and I held back the trigger as her ship full of hardened fighters arrived to haul it back.
 
Alas, you'd think this is where I'd get to say "well that's too bad let's just go home then eh? I'm kind of starving and half-insane?" Nope, we found a datapad along the way and it told of a bigger, badder beast. The gang wants to try their luck with the Hutts on it. Good grief, I have a bad feeling about this...
 
But, let's hope my gut is wrong again.