[REDACTED] Lord Tokiai's Pedestal

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

((originally posted by Yutal Vipion))

*The computer chimes slightly as it awakes from electronic slumber and begins the boot up process. Long lines of illegible code scrawl across the screen as hundreds of different actions are executed by the machine before, with a whir of fans and motors, the screen dims and fades to the luminescent black of a neutral screen. With nimble fingers you type in the correct codes and commands to unlock the device and log into your own personal profile on the Horuset servers even as your mind worries about tasks and missions of the future and past. In your haste you miss a key and swear under your breath, beginning the process once more to gain access to the files of the Houses.With a satisfied smirk the screen finally displaysAccess Granted; Welcomebefore the notification fades to a grey background. Along the side of the screen is a number of icons; one links to the holonet, another to the online library archives and another to the networked servers in the Horuset spire itself. However, in the bottom right hand corner, a small icon flashes over and over. Furtive clicking and investigation of the other icons reveal that the ability to access other options is disabled right now and, so, with a tentative tap of the icon you select the notification. Quick as a whistle the icon expands into a a full screen box that is incapable of being closed until one scrolls through to the end of the text. Of course, this means that one could scroll entirely through without glancing at a single word - you may do so - however it also means you may take the time to engross yourself into every word that is displayed to you.*

"These are the words of Lord Tokiai, wise and powerful as they are, from his perch as a former Triumvir for the Protection of the Sith Race and now Head of the Council of Darth Horuset. Over the course of the next decades much will change for the Empire, it is inevitable, however many will be incapable of keeping up with everything the bodies of certain factions offer. It is in these times that others seek guidance in the tenets of what will keep them pure in the correct teachings of the Sith, this is where my pedestal comes to the forefront. The guise of the Lords of the Sith is one of enigmatic shrouded strength, a mouthpiece is required and one has now been granted to you in the form of this boon. Do not mistake this the lessons of our other Sith or a replacement for them, this is my pinnacle and nobody elses, but it from here that I will preach what is wrong with the Sith and what is right with them. Nobody will be safe from my sagacious dogma and I may at times even draw upon events some of you have born witness too. Do not think this makes you anything more important than witnesses to a greater understanding. An understanding of the dark side."

*And with that the reading is completed, perhaps a strange stirring of emotion is left in your stomach, good or bad, you might not even be able to tell what that feeling is. What you are able to tell though is there is space for files to be attached under the initial message, in the space left over your cursor might hover for a moment. The words of a Lord of the Sith soon to be presented to all and freely accessed. Would you accept this gift, or turn away from it? Only you can answer that.*

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Attached Files:

Spoiler: The Three Heresies of the Day

*The following extract is from a speech given by Lord Tokiai to a number of Sith serving the Sphere of logistics the previous night. Hitting play will begin the audio recording in which Yutal's voice echoes out of the speakers harsh and with great rhetorical fire.*

"You tasks are many, you know this, but what did you expect? You are members of the Sith order, stop with these crass and downright filthy complaints. Our lives are not meant to be easy or in comfort, we are meant to struggle because do you know what kind of people the soft luxurious life breeds? Vermin and slaves. The weak. You suffer and toil because you are not strong enough to rise in prestige, strength and rank which leaves you at the whims of your betters. Let me tell you of the Three Heresies of the Day. Firstly, the greater good. This is one of the most toxic and peaceful terms I have heard mention of for a very long time. There is no greater good but the good of the self. By invoking a common goal you bind the individual to help you when they should only be helping themselves. Secondly, the ends that justify the means, this also is a lie. The Sith are the Sith because of our teachings, if we defile and forget this then we will lose who we are and the goal of our order will fade with it. The galaxy will never again breed the strong and we will succumb to a slump of weakness that will inevitably cause the downfall of all society. Finally, contentedness is a myth. Happiness derived from complacency is a facet of the moron. The Sith are not morons and never will be, you must always strive for greater power, greater glory, and only then will you be achieving your potential. So, keep those ideas of reforming the process of work and authority to yourselves, you will get no let up in your struggle because only then will the powerful amongst you rise to take places you deserve. The rest of you, weak as you are, will suffer in the shadow of the greater peoples."

*The recording would come to an end with a slight hiss of static, static that might have been considered the beginning of thunderous applause. Who knows?*

Spoiler: Red

*The following words blink into life on the screen as you look at it, titled 'Red' the explanation would read "Poetry and art on the True Sith and their place of pre-eminence in the galaxy."*

Ri kots iw asminys arurtsi ri qorit
Katu ri akira iw tsûduma, Nu ziji ros rauswas
Ri tutsi shiyi tadti' an zarmi ri skysosûtas
Ani kiha nairi anyumi
Ani midwan drakazi
Ri tutsi shiyi tadti' an dotitsi mus
Katu ri zûtadijsi akira iw ri zûtawotia, Nu ziji ros rauswas
Ri dtiazi arurtsi ki sotizi

*Underneath a translation into Basic would be made*

The breaking of blades announced the end
Amidst the masses of dead, I saw only red
The strong had come to conquer the weak
Their might fear invoking
Their power overwhelming
The strong had come to cure us
Amidst the feeble masses of the filth, I saw only red
The screams announced my cleansing

((OOC: Many thank yous to Zorin for this, a fantastic piece of work. Sadly ICly Yutal would not note you as the author.

Spoiler: To Convert a Jedi

*Attached would be an excerpt from a text titled "On the Heresy of the Light" which detailed the process followed in the conversion of a Jedi to the Darkside if captured.*

But if neither threats nor such promises will induce the Jedi to confess their emotions, then the Sith must proceed with the conversion, and they must be examined, not in any new or exquisite manner, but in the usual way, lightly or heavily according as the nature of their devotion to the Light demands. And while they are being questioned about each several point, let them be often and frequently be exposed to torture, beginning with the more gentle of them: for the Sith should not be too hasty to proceed to the graver kind. And while this is being done, let the droids write all down, how they are tortured and what questions are asked and how they answer. And note that, if they convert under torture, they should then be taken to another place and questioned anew, so that they do not confess their emotional freedom only under the stress of torture.
The next step of the Sith should be that, if after being fittingly tortured they refuse to convert to the Darkness, they should have other engines of torture brought before them, and tell them that they will have to endure these if they do not convert. If then they are not induced by terror to convert, the torture must be continued on the second or third day, but not repeated at the present time unless there should be some fresh indication of its probable success.

*Details on the source of this excerpt would be incomplete and research into the book would find that it seemingly did not survive the aftermath of the Great-Hyperspace war.*

Spoiler: Power of the Strong

*Selecting this option would bring up an extract from a journal authored by Yutal during his time as an acolyte on Dromund Kaas. Alongside this would be a serial number however searching for it would reveal no document attached.*

"In all my time here at the Academy something has become apparent. There is no space or time for the weak. Preferential treatment is rife, the Overseers are as crooked as Neimoidians, and this leads to those I despise becoming even more powerful than they should when they cannot keep up with the rest. Yet, is this not in it's own way a form of strength? They figured out the system, used it to their advantage and whilst they physically weaken the Sith they are still the strongest in a sense. Guile and cunning trumping might. A debate for another time. Because, as one might argue the power of intellect, they forget we fight in a war. Sith should be commanders, of course, and need to be able to coordinate and conduct warfare effectively. Even more so they must be ready for the final confrontation with the Jedi.
This is what the war is for. Of course, domination, for that is where ture power and purpose comes from. But this war, the one we fight, is a war against the Jedi and those that exiled us because they feared. We cannot prove those fears correct if we do not have the strength to show them face to face we cannot be crushed and inf act we are their betters, ready to purify this galaxy and allow it once more to be at nature creating the most spectacular and powerful beasts there can be."
*The excerpt cuts here and once again links the serial number that seems to show no results*