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29-04-2023, 11:00 AM
Journal entry #459
Korriban, after first month of training...
Fools, all of them... Pathetic weaklings, acolytes fighting amongst them for the little power they have... Always threatening each other, always throwing empty words at each other... Corrupt overseers protecting their protegés... How despicabile, how unclean... Is this what has become of our great Academy? Lawless thugs digging for my people's artifacts? Gifts like those squandered on miserabile brigands, collected hell knows from what trash compactors from Nar Shadda?
This affront shall not pass! I will eradicate each and every one of them... Such corruption within our society must be purged...
I trained since I was able to stand, beaten mercilessly for my failures under my father's tutelage... Until he died in a fight for power, his opeations, his followers, his projects, his family... Reduced to ash... Only I survived... He was weak... I will not do the mistakes he did...
That's why I walk in the shadows, stalk my opponent like a hssiss and strike either in full glory or in the greatest weakness...
One of those loud mouthed acolyte died today, eaten alive by a swarm of k'lor slugs, yesterday another, eaten by a tukk'ata... Suddenly, everything is simple... The grain is sorted... We are sorted... I am glad the cretinous, the unworthy, the impure are exterminated...
It's as it should be...
Today I was called by Overseer Nevar... I am to leave the Academy, to serve an order... More precisely, a respectabile house: House Horuset.... I must aim with patience... No doubt I will meet new kinds around there... All the acolytes with a month of seniority over me will push me around... Heh.... Let the games begin!!!
Korriban, after first month of training...
Fools, all of them... Pathetic weaklings, acolytes fighting amongst them for the little power they have... Always threatening each other, always throwing empty words at each other... Corrupt overseers protecting their protegés... How despicabile, how unclean... Is this what has become of our great Academy? Lawless thugs digging for my people's artifacts? Gifts like those squandered on miserabile brigands, collected hell knows from what trash compactors from Nar Shadda?
This affront shall not pass! I will eradicate each and every one of them... Such corruption within our society must be purged...
I trained since I was able to stand, beaten mercilessly for my failures under my father's tutelage... Until he died in a fight for power, his opeations, his followers, his projects, his family... Reduced to ash... Only I survived... He was weak... I will not do the mistakes he did...
That's why I walk in the shadows, stalk my opponent like a hssiss and strike either in full glory or in the greatest weakness...
One of those loud mouthed acolyte died today, eaten alive by a swarm of k'lor slugs, yesterday another, eaten by a tukk'ata... Suddenly, everything is simple... The grain is sorted... We are sorted... I am glad the cretinous, the unworthy, the impure are exterminated...
It's as it should be...
Today I was called by Overseer Nevar... I am to leave the Academy, to serve an order... More precisely, a respectabile house: House Horuset.... I must aim with patience... No doubt I will meet new kinds around there... All the acolytes with a month of seniority over me will push me around... Heh.... Let the games begin!!!
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