[IC] A'tul's Holo-Diary (Not Available IC)

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 1: Return

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The projection would flicker onwards and with it revealed an Echani, his eyes smothered over with red lines, signalling the tattoo’s he bore, his hair short yet was present on his head as it offered a glimmering silver. His expression seemed more inquisitive than ever, a brow slightly perked as he glanced into the projection, eyes glimmering with a yellow from the Dark Side of the force manifesting into his form. His lips pursed for a brief moment, and he’d click his tongue to the top of his mouth, adjusting his form to straight as he presented himself.

“Log one, entitled ‘Return’. Apprentice Almir Priaa, son of Lord Haiyca Verdan and Lord Taral-atul. Heir to House Priaa, by right…””

He seemed the slightest bit agitated, as he seemed to recite his ‘title’, almost in a disgusted manner, representing resentment for the very responsibility.

“Titles, not earnt by me. I will re-evaluate them. For now, dwell. I have accomplished the mantle of Apprenticeship after all this time. My return has brought my fortune, and yet knowledge of the powerbase. House Horuset. A powerbase fondly noted by Lord Priaa. She would be disappointed at the out-come. As am I. The only regrets made were that I did not linger, instead I saved you, dear aunt. Now? You disappeared, hidden in Kaas jungles- to my dismay, I abandoned much to support you.”

His lips formed a slight frown on his pale features, and yet he maintained a professional attitude, stoic mannerisms returning to the brief slip through emotion.

“My ascension was as expected. But it took far too long. The Dark Lord was right to say that I did not dwell in stagnation, but I am now an apprentice to the most suicidal of warriors. Mother would find this humerus, no doubt. After all, it is what she wanted for me. I find myself learning new things every day, new avenues supporting my aspirations. My master tells me to pursue independence, to provide where he does not. But none display openly the path I have chosen. To observe, patience, understanding and exploiting weaknesses. Each Apprentice is so predictable… I cannot bring myself to take many seriously. But one shines more than other. Perhaps he will be far more useful to me than I first thought.”

Almir would offer a charming smile, lips curving upwards at the prospect of a path to follow. But he did not dwell on the thought as his smile faded away, again speaking.

“I dwell on moments as an Acolyte. Khali. Ruthut. Kiran. Missing, dead and dead. All dead to me now. All a tool to elevate my position in this house. My thoughts lie on another. One who has power, one who I will hold dear for as long as I live. There is not a day that goes by that I do not aim to impress. But these thoughts are seclusive. I will not be distracted to what matters as a ‘Sith’. Not yet.”

His thoughts lingered on for a while, his gaze glancing to his hand, to which he imagined the very touch of whom he might share with. It was a moment of reflection, yet a feeling of being content. He was thoughtful for that split second, but he did not dwell for long once more.

“I have much to do. First, I will learn how to use my weapons within Form II. But then, I will find a way to get my warriors blades. For I have yet to earn them.”

The projection would flicker once again, before shutting off entirely, closing itself away from the Echani.


(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 2: Developments

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The projection once more lightens, displaying with it the hue of a man sat upon a couch, regal by nature unlike that of House Horuset's own, his attire was a darkened, armourless, light cloth that shrouded his form with a gentle elegance. His hair seemed to be getting longer now, yet his gaze and tattoos remained the same. His amber irises lifted to glance upon the projector, and then his form would shift upwards as to sit straightened. His chin would raise, and a smile formed on his pale features, once more displaying his charming disposition.

"Log two, entitled 'Developments'. Apprentice Almir Priaa, Apprentice to Sith Tarati. That is my new title. All others do not matter to me now. I am Sith.

He gave himself a firm nod, agreeing with his own re-evaluation, and his smile seemed to widen ever so slightly, displaying his content nature. Yet, he mused for a number of seconds as if contemplating his next words carefully.

"I am pleased at my progress so far in this power-base, meager, yet it is advancing. I find myself being the Apprentice still to Sith Tarati, a powerful warrior no doubt, but seemingly absent to observe my progress. It matters not, in reality, for there are many avenues that present themselves to me with each passing day."

The Echani paused for a moment, taking a subtle inhale through his nose with an amused expression, his right hand wafting to the side to dismiss the emotions he displayed, before returning to his stoic self.

"I am currently learning Form Two from the newly appointed Sith of the power-base, Leive. The alien who has some-how proven herself more resourceful than others. No doubt we know how this was possible, understanding the stigma of such a species... But, she has had the graces of the Dark Lord behind her, it seems. An interesting development from the perspective of Traditionalism. I will aim to find out more on what lead to such a decision... I know my sister would be more than curious."

"Yet, Form Two, Makashi. An elegant form, designed for understanding and exploiting your opponent, waring them down with precise, swift and genteel strikes. It is one I had wanted to delve in for many years, given to my past knowledge of combat and the understanding of the martial prowess of others. But I am not an expert in it just yet... Soon, with this form, I have no doubt in my mind that I will excel. It is my right."

Another sharp inhale ventured into his nose, flaring his nostrils aside for a mere moment, and his gaze trailing off beside him. He was contemplative still.

"I still think about her, every-day I am with or without her. The future, and what it will bring. Though I still fear what will become of her... Us. How we will some-how manage. But I am told I am acceptable, and when we are as one, we seem to be on equal terms. I cannot stress enough to the thoughts I have of you, ekoi. I will remain cautious, however, I am yet to decide what the best possible cause of action I can perform for us as a pairing to still develop as Sith."

He then suddenly frowned, looking to the ground, and then back to the recording. His eyes seemed to burn a sort of anger about them, and his expression too filtered through such hatred for something that lingered in his mind.

"Apprentice Flavian. Is this a joke? Could I possibly be tricked into believing that he is the very child of my sister? Could it be that Kayla, Lord Varlo, could be deceiving me, to test my resolve? She has always been jealous of my claim... That I was the chosen by my mother. She will do what-ever she can to stop me from utilizing my claim against her. She would rather die than hand it over to me... Perhaps, in due time, I will ensure that she will die for her false sense of pride. But not yet, not until I am ready. Ayla would surely be further disappointed in me, no doubt."

"I will ponder on these thoughts, and I will proceed will my advancements as much is necessary. I have so much to do.

The projection would flicker once again, before shutting off entirely, closing itself away from the Echani.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 3: Destruction

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The comm opened, revealing what would be the Echani male once more. His hair had grown since the last he spoke once again, his expression revealing his embedded tattoo's clasping to his pale complexion. Though this was not the same man in its entirety. His eyes shun a sort of orange instead of the last amber, his pale skin grew more pale with the sign of veins creeping away from his eyes. This was a man who had fallen deeper into the Dark Side of the force. He was stood, adorning a new set of armaments to compliment his slick, yet athletic form, one hand guiding the holocom before him via the force and the other gripped to the hilt of a curved lightsaber.

"Log three. Title: Destruction. Apprentice Almir Priaa... Apprentice Almir Priaa is dead. He was weak, blinded by the guidance of his family. I enjoyed removing him from my form, I enjoyed ripping his heart apart whilst his family watched. It gave me strength. It gave me -power-. I am Apprentice to Sith Tarati. Servant of the Dark Lord Horuset. Heir to nothing that I have yet earned."

The man's visage narrowed, glancing away momentarily from the holocom that stood before him. His teeth bared as anger seeped physically through every fiber of his body. A man with much regret, much anger and not a lot of control over it, or so it had seemed.

"My sabers creation came at a cost. I removed every inch of my legacy, threw it into the pit of fire to forge both the hilts and blade for my new Sith weapons. The weapons adorned by my knowledge of Form II, Makashi. Sith Leive was a useful teacher, when she wanted to be. I regret that I had to learn from her, as opposed to some-one more worthy of their stature. I suppose study is at the expense of one's morality, or opinion. I have studied nonetheless. These tools serve me well, my weapons and the Sith around me. I will utilize them as intended by the law of the Sith."

His anger seemed to only rise, and now formed a widened frown upon his pale complexion, seemingly disappointed in what he would be forced to say next.

"So it would seem that my family has indeed increased in its size. Congratulations. We now harbor a bigot named Flavian. Why, I'm certain you are proud of yourself Lord Varlo. Or should I blame Lord Priaa? Both are dead to me now. I will watch Flavian as you desired of me, no doubt. But I certainly will ensure that he will feel the price as I have for finding comfort in family. His nepotism will be next, no doubt, if Lord Sanguinis has not yet beat it out of him already. I make it my goal to observe his progress, no doubts the Lord is finding ways for him to redeem the wound I inflicted on his reputation."

The man cast a solemn smirk aside, glancing to the snow that lingered at his feet. He inhaled deeply in a moment of contemplation, wondering almost of what could potentially be.

"I am not glad that I discarded Ayla in the way that I have done. Almir Priaa wanted to remove himself from my form, he wanted to jump into her arms. To tell her that he loved her, despite everything he has done. But he would have been weak to do so... Everything they suspect of me would have shown into the surface. I then would have died. For that reason, I cannot let my emotions get the better of me... Though, know deep down, Ayla. I am so very sorry for what I did to you."

The Echani paused, his gaze closing for a moment as the weakness of his form displayed itself only briefly. This was the real man behind his image, but it was swiftly apprehended by the dedicated concentration.

"I often allow my mind to filter to my love. Despite her power, she finds ways of making me worry even more-so these days. I am being petty in this regard... She is a strong woman. One I respect with my life, one I would follow to the darkest depths. Only she can bring my back down to what I truly am. I am in love with her, I know this. If anything should happen to her, I would murder all those responsible. I would burn this very House to the ground. She too had the same trials and tribulations that I am currently under-going... I will be sure to use her for her wisdom, as-well as for comfort."

The Echani's gaze seemed to fade ever so slightly, the Dark Side clearly being dismissed by his thoughts. Every inch of anger falling back as his mind set itself on the person he loved.

"I have much still to do. I will speak to my master, get his guidance for my future. I trust in my abilities to stay alive. So I will do so.

Almir's gaze lifted to the comm, and with the lifted gaze lingering for a moment as an amber, the comm shut off, dismissing from the Echani in his reflection.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 4: Assistant Overseer

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The projection of the holocom would shimmer to life, displaying not the same Echani man behind it's recording, but a masked man. His mask a darkened shade, covering all features of his form and revealing nothing but an emotionless husk of what lied beneath it. His hands clasped behind his back as he allowed a silent stare to linger onto the projection for a moment. Yet it passed and with a mechanical, deep, Imperial accented tone he would speak.

"Log four, entitled 'Assistant Overseer'. Apprentice A'tul, assistant Overseer of House Horuset, Apprentice to Sith Tarati."

His form relaxed ever so slightly as they lingered in a slight trail of thought, but an amused huff escaped his mechanical posture, a hand trailing from behind him to reveal one of his saber hilts, curved by nature and offering a light colour in it's design, mostly created by Echani materials no doubt.

"Titles I have earned by right of conquest. I am finally my own Sith. Though some are too naive to understand the meaning of this change, it will be evidently clear in due time. They believe I do this to start a new life, that no matter what I do, I am still Almir. They are wrong. Almir Priaa is dead, destroyed and claimed by A'tul. I care not if they know of my former self, I care only that they acknowledge my accomplishments in the end. I often wonder how many of these 'Sith' have lasted as a long as they have by doing absolutely nothing for themselves. Remaining the same presence as in their Acolyte form. That is why I will eventually surpass them."

A'tul let out a slight scoff, still amused as he toyed with his saber hilt, waving it around as to test it's balance in his hand, a loosened grip around it as he spun it in many a direction. This weapon was truly elegant by nature, and his hand movements matched such.

"My thoughts linger too much on others, and not of myself. I am now in a position of potential, granted to me by my dedication to the Dark Lord. Only she has the power to elevate me in due time. I will make aims to only benefit her. Whilst in turn, benefiting myself. After all, it is a Sith's duty to use all tools at his disposal. That is why I often question my masters teachings. Does he allow me this free roam so I can detach from him, to forge my own path, be my own Sith, hold secrets to which I would defeat him in due time? I wonder indeed. Sith Tarati is not known for his basic methods."

The man paused for a moment, stopping the hilt just in front of him before igniting it's blade. A red hue presented itself from the projection, and the light shimmered upwards to illuminate the mask of the man.

"I will present my new case to the Dark Lord. After recent troubles of the Acolytes, Ayla, Mayaz, Ida and Lyrua. I have found that there is far too much freedom for this pests to linger. That is why I will propose a new restriction, one where those without a spine cannot teach without my, or others permission. Only those worthy in the eyes of our judgement will be given the opportunity. It is my role to uphold the Dark Lord's curriculum, and I will do so with an iron fist. What happens to these Acolytes now reflect upon me, how they progress is my responsibility."

A'tul would allow his saber to linger before him for a brief moment before swaying it aside in a Makashi salute, holding it now with his left hand to his left side, disigniting the blade.

"The only part of me that remains, is the part for my love. She keeps me what I am, sane, focused, passionate. Without her I would be a husk, some-thing more easier to manipulate, a weapon of destruction. A brute. I am not any of that... My methods are harsh, but they serve a purpose in the design of what I have in store. But my love, you are more than any of these will ever be. Always have been. I would die to ensure your safety. Is that a weakness, when you give me strength? I will dwell on it, but I do not believe so. With ever fiber in my body, I love you."

The man inhaled deeply, his hand trailing behind him with the hilt clasped in his grasp, raising his chin ever so slightly as his blank gaze remained lingering onto the projection. This was the final moment before suddenly the projection would flicker once more before shutting itself from reality.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 5: Changes

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The projection of the illuminating holocom would display a male figure, unmasked once more to reveal his pale features. His tattoos that shrouded his face remain the only colour of his expression, his skin as pale as snow. However his eyes opened and they too display the light orange hue that radiated off of them. He remained seated with his mask clasped between both hands on his lap, staring down at it with a heavy frown.

"Log five, entitled 'Changes'. I am Apprentice A'tul, assistant Overseer within House Horuset and Apprenticed to Sith Tarati."

The Echani gazed now to the holocom, an expression of disgust about him as his orange gaze seemed to simply linger. He raised his left hand from the helmet and brushed it across the front of his hair as if adjusting it some-what. He exhaled through his nose which caused his nostrils to flare some-what.

"I steadily find myself working into the role bestowed upon me as Assistant Overseer, though already there has been meager obstacles that I must cross. I have proposed with Apprentice Joslae the plan to reform the curriculum of House Horuset to it's former state, for the sake of security and prosperity among the ranking structure. But of-course, like the petty greedy children they are, the Apprentices believe in a sense of 'equality', as if they are progressive. They fear that I am taking control of the newer generations, but completely misunderstand the concept of this powerbase. What I have proposed is Traditional in every sense of the Sith. Perhaps they should remind themselves that before they get too big for their boots. Forming alliances, making friends, stagnating without any real ambition. Poor fools."

The man shook his head slightly, rolling his Sith eyes as he seemed hesitant at first but simply snickered to himself as if he found amusement.

"They would be completely right to believe I do this for myself, and due to the nature of these Apprentices they see it as a threat. Then again, being alienated and stagnated can make you reluctant to changes, the Echani know this first hand. Despite their squabbling ploys, this passes the hand of our Dark Lord, Darth Horuset. Who will ultimately decide Tradition over risk of security breaches. I await eagerly for her response."

The man clicked his tongue and twisted the helmet in his hands, inspecting it cautiously as he mused. The moment was brief, and the pause felt it lingered for far longer in his contemplative state.

"All this to prove myself to the Dark Lord... This mask, my name. My very core altered to be what I really am, what I aspire to be, a true Sith. Like my father. I know deep down that I am, I know that my kin had abandoned me for that sole reason, and I will find out... Not just for the Dark Lord, but for my love... I do all this mainly so I can be by her side, family."

The Echani tossed his helmet aside with a grunt of disgust and he stared into the camera, clearly something made him upset, angered more-so.

"I do not like walking on these egg-shells, I do not wish to hide what I am for long. I have claimed power, time and time again proving my effectiveness to the Dark Lord and her minions. Lord Sanguinis, Lord Kalkoran both have tried to hinder me, but I have just kept pushing through every step blocked. I am destined for greatness, and I know it."

He paused, leaning backwards to look upwards, a subtle sigh escaping his departed lips as he lingered on thoughts for a short time once again. His hands fell to his lap, thumbs twiddling between one another as a sort of an anxious tick.

"My mind trails often to the time where we first fell for each-other again... My love. Where I came to you not as an Acolyte, but as a Sith, and a man. I presented myself to you entire. I lay my heart before you for you to see what we were, and what we could be together. You saw and with it you showed me your heart also... Not just yours but the beating heart of the unborn child within you. Time for me slowed there, and I felt a thousand works trail through my wounded mind, words I had wanted to share with you for the many years that we drifted apart."

The Echani looked back to the holocom, a subtle smile forming on his pale features as he had the moment pictured entirely in his mind, as if he was reliving it.

"I gave you my mothers necklace, as a sign of everything I had to offer you. My last personal object in this word, now in your possession. A sign of my faith and love to you. I know your troubles and trials, my love... I stand by you in every single aspect of your life, prioritizing you over all else. Prioritizing our future family. I cannot think of any other I would share this life with ultimately, but I will await the moment when I can prove to the galaxy, to the Dark Lord, that I am fit for your hand."

He closed his eyes and remembered in thought the memory of which he spoke, his smile widening as his senses reached outwards.

"I heard my mother speak to me on that ship... But I did not think of her, I thought of you as my true family. Fear of death nullified by the prospect of life we shared together. I am truly grateful for everything, my love... Kaer."

It was at this that the holocom displayed a lasting, longing expression on the Echani for several moments. His eyes opening to display the same hue of dark Sided corruption as before, until suddenly the projection flickered, shutting itself away from the Echani once again.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 6: Sacrifice

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The holocom beamed to life, offering a man now with a light shade of hair across his lower face, resembling the start of a growing beard. His eyes glimmered a hue of amber as it stared at the device, a sort of stoic expression about him as his posture remained seated. There he was leaning back against a chair, hands clasped together on his lap. With a sharp inhale of contemplation, he would proceed to speak his usual introduction.

"Log Six, entitled 'Sacrifice'. Apprentice A'tul, Assistant Overseer of House Horuset and Apprentice to Lord Tarati. A recent development to which has changed. My master now bears the title of Lordship, which in turn will be assured to benefit me in due time. I will not dwell on the nature of the title or how it came to, but rather what it means for me as his singular Apprentice."

A'tul adjusted himself, leaning forwards as his elbows leaned against the kneecaps upon his legs. His hands remained clasped, both index fingers reaching upwards to tap against each-other just in front of his mouth, remaining silent for a considerate moment in his thoughts. Yet the silent remained short, he let out a sort of huff before once more speaking.

"It is the time of change and ascension, it would seem. My love, Kaer, would have ascended to Lordship, Runil now becoming a Household Sith in coordination to my master ascending to Lordship. I consider this an act due to something arising, the Dark Lord has plans and I intend to watch carefully as it unfolds under her new design. Despite these ascensions, Lord Kalkoran and Lord Sanguinis remain firmly at their posts, ever vigilant and stamping out any competition to their reign of supremacy. I often wonder if this is by the will of the Dark Lord, or this Kalkoran powerbase is continuously aiming to seek control in all corners of this powerbase. With the temporary closure of the Curriculum by the hand of Lord Kalkoran, I can imagine he has something planned to benefit himself solely."

The man's fingers stopped for a moment, the index fingers retracting back into his balled fists, they clenched upon once again as he proceeded to speak, remaining relatively calm at this point in the projection.

"Lord Kalkoran referred to me once as my mother, as well as Lord Priaa. I believe he knows the Darkness that draws from me on that subject specifically. How he knows, I have no doubt is from Lord Sanguinis and his ties to Polaris. A victory for the Lord for the moment. I will not waste the pain or torment he provides to me - It brings me power. To which I am becoming far more powerful than the naive child before the man I have become, Almir Priaa. It is a sacrifice I have made for the benefit of my strength. I will become the greatest duelist this powerbase will ever see. None will hold a challenge to me in due time in single combat. This too benefits my master, Lord Tarati. But... I have much work to do to perfect my form, to integrate it carefully to the specifies variant I have intended."

A smile slowly crept itself upon the pale Echani's expression, a sort of joy from his own words. Delusional, but understood that he had to display confidence. He then lowered his hands slightly, crossing them over one another on a table before him, glancing to his left slightly as if eyeing something specific.

"I ponder cautiously about my future. Now with the Dark Lord understanding my heritage, and with my developments within House Horuset, everything is going as I had intended. Whilst many Acolytes observe my work as cruel, harsh and neglectful, I find my efforts not in vain due to the number of works from my 'chosen' assignments. Acolyte Rikki and Acolyte Tel'kyria. Two Acolytes I am keeping a close eye on, displaying both their adept understanding of not only their abilities, but the standard to which Acolytes may roam. The latter is far more competent than the former. My master has instructed me to perform harsh tests, and he would be pleased to know I have done so, not for him, but for my own benefit. Collectively through the loud mouths of the Acolytes that roam around the pair of my chosen, I have developed enough information to enact an intended course of action. Though the very mention of such now will make me wonder whether it will work. I will sacrifice to get what I want, and so far, it has developed as intended."

A'tul would snicker slightly, a hand reaching over to his right as if he were doing something. A slight sound of a young child venturing through the holo, making a sort of silly noise. There A'tul shook his head, but kept a warming smile.

"I do all I can for the future of my family. My soon to be wife, my child and any future I have with any of them. Kaer, Dimitri. I do all this for you, and I only hope that you understand the sacrifices I will make for the pair of you. My mother told me the same. To be the man I was always meant to be, to forge a destiny that is mine alone, not a shadow of her, or my fathers. I will not fail."

The projection would flicker once again, before shutting off entirely, closing itself away from the Echani.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 7: Rebirth

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The projection of the holocom after so long would flicker once again, the entries so long neglected beaming to life once more. But now, unlike before, the projection did not show the humbly scared and tainted Apprentice, lightly grazed with corruption. It showed the full weight of the Dark Side of the Household Sith, of Sith Kelsa. After so long, the changes were almost astronomical in proportion, a new man, sporting an unshaved face, where pale fibers now littered the once pristinely shaved man.

His expression, despite the time, had not changed much. He like before portrayed himself in a stoic manner, lips thinned in a near horizontal line, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly and his chin elevated to display a more pompous yet refined look. A shallow exhale ventured throughout his nose, allowing his nostrils to flare ever so slightly in his preparations to speak into the holocom.

"Log Seven. Titled 'Rebirth' as to describe the manner of which I return to these ghastly self reports. My name is Sith A'tul Kelsa of House Horuset, former Head Overseer. Much has changed since I was last here... My power foams at the seems, the power within me beats like an echoing bellow of adrenaline. I feel the raw power of the Sith, and it is intoxicating to me. A drug of which I can fuel my power, to channel in such a way that creates fear in my enemies. I have longed for this day... For this -power-."

The man neither smiled, nor did he frown at the notion of his words, though he paused to dwell further on them in a considerate moment. His left hand, metallic in nature, trailed upwards to brush seamlessly through his thick, silver locks. The utilization and expression of his hand signals perhaps un-natural to the usual viewer. A'tul acknowledged this usage, and his lips drooped subtle to form the slightest of frowns. The Echani's hand trailed downwards as swiftly as it came upwards, and the man stared towards it in momentary contemplation. His next words followed...

"With this power comes a sacrifice. The 'Echani' that I had desired to be, gone is he. Reborn. Now, I know for sure that Almir Priaa is dead. I am following this lure, the mannerism of the Sith taking manifestation over the alien within. It is a blessing... But it is also a curse. To my wife, to my children. I am becoming someone they do not know, that they do not recognize. My love for them, my desire for them, along side their thoughts for me becoming a shadow of its former self. Yet, I have done all this for them. My passions have been for them."

"It is ironic. For I aspired to become more powerful -for- them, and yet, in the process, I have lost a connection to them that I would not have if I did not pursue my aspirations. A double edged sword. Power, in exchange of pure emotions. Strength, in exchange of lust. Is this the Sith way, I often wonder? Or is my progressing heartlessness a trial that the Dark Side has given to me, to further strengthen my power? That sacrificing my own daughter was not enough? Or was it too much for my fragility to handle? So many questions. But, in the end, it is all irrelevant. For now, I -have- this power."

His near crimson gaze trailed across the patterns on his crafted hands design, carefully considering each flaw, and each perfection in the craftsmanship. Yet his piercing gaze elevated itself to stare at the viewer, a sense of anger beneath it, an unfurling rage, untamed and wanting to come out. His expression, was unchanging. The stoic nature of the man shrouding the fire beneath it.

"I have such plans. -Such- plans in motion. From the words of Lord Kalkoran, to the plans of House Kelsa. Sith Leive, Lord Iezkon, myself, Apprentice Nivalis, Apprentice Lyrua, Apprentice Madros. We are a power to behold, and few has seen the potential of us. Few have acknowledged that we -are- a power, hidden in the shadows of larger egos. But soon, we will reveal ourselves... My enemies will in that moment be crushed by the amounted power I have allotted, as they bickered, as they fumbled over one another for a semblance of power, I have created unity, I have created strength that will be unmatched in the coming days."

"Alas, arrogance will be my downfall. I reserve my eagerness, I am patient as I have always been. For now, the background is where I will remain."

The Echani exhaled once more through his nose, his lips parted for a moment as if he were about to speak, but nothing came out for that moment. He paused and then he tilted his head to the left, again speaking, now with consideration.

"My time as Head Overseer was a necessary means to prove my worth, but it has far passed the relevance of the power I posses. Such matters fall into a trusted second, one I have longed considered a competent Sith. Syndathik. I have faith that she will become a capable Sith, one sorely underestimated by a great deal of others. It is for this reason I personally recommended her alone to Lord Kalkoran. I too consider my future, a new Apprentice. For now, the choice is complex. Yet one stands out amongst the others, one that reminds myself of me, when I too was an Acolyte. Undermining those better than me. Acolyte Cuvao. Whilst he sets himself on a dangerous path, his path is one that can be useful to me. We will see if he survives the trials, or his own negligence."

A'tul would lower his chin and stare blankly into the frame of the holocom, the subtle pause here only brief as he continued onwards.

"Many plans are formulated... All is going as I have anticipated. The Station. House Kelsa. My own ambition. It trials a dark path, a dangerous path. One I know now, I can handle."
"With every success, there is elements of potential failure. Such a potential failure will challenge every fiber of what I am. Everything I have done has lead to this moment. To challenge House Priaa. To defeat my mentor, and expose her for the traitor she is. Lord Jadie Priaa..."
"I both fear, but relish in this opportunity set by the Dark Lord. I sense my Apprentice may turn on me in this process. For that, I will be ever vigilant, and I will place Nivalis carefully in the design of my plans... Nivalis is abrupt. But he is more dangerous than people realize. One day, I will exploit that. Or if I am unfortunate, he will."

"In the end. I do this for the Dark Lord's grace. In the end. I am her servant, and I will do as she commands, without exception. For if I don't, she will take -everything- from me. There is no failure... There -will be no- failure."

The holocom flickered at this moment, allowing the face of the Echani to dissipate gradually over the next few seconds. What was said was now held forever in this log. Unchanged.

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[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 8: Testament

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The holocom would flicker to life, revealing the immediate expression of the far corrupted Echani, his eyes beaming a near crimson, hue of reddish purple shrouded around his eyes and his lips, making him almost look frail. His expression was stoic, devoid of any physical expression of emotion as he gazed into the very soul of the viewer. His lips parted, a short exhale trailed outwards in the brief contemplation that he took before speaking.

"Log Eight. I have managed to get this far, in so little time... But time is something I lack in response to the creation of these self reflecting holo-projected conversations. I never did consider who might view this when my time is done, or whether I would even have the audacity to release it to my future kin, or powerbase. But here I am... Sith A'tul Kelsa, second alien on the Conservancy of House Horuset, Provisional Envoy of Resurgence, Sith Logistician. I am a threat to all within the powerbase, and that much is gradually showing. They fear me... They fear what I have become. What I -will- become. What I do to them... It is inevitable now, as my mother foretold."

His attention diverted from the projection for a moment, almost as if he trailed off to a window to look upon the distant stars, or views. There no clear image to what exactly he was looking at, but he did so with a great deal of inquisitiveness and calculative reflection. His hands were very clearly perched behind his back beneath a cape wrapped over his shoulders, revealing naught of their intention. He allowed a short inhale to pass into his mouth in this brief pause before continuing to speak again in his cold, Imperialistic tone.

"My advice, for the audience who would see this recording is simply this... Do what must be done. Do not hold back in your dedication for a cause. Even with all the petty squabbling, or miss-directed passion, continue out on the set goal, and you shall receive in due time. For I was once told that time... Time will tell."

He glances back to the recording device with a sense of pride in his expression to match his words, words that he stood by since the dawn of his journey as Sith, perhaps. His head tilted to the left, almost inquisitive about the fact that he was either speaking to an inanimate object, or to the person that he had become.

"House Kelsa remains a powerhouse within the sphere of the Horuset Powerbase, with Lord Iezkon, my wife, still at its helm. We strive for the perfection of our service of the Dark Lord, Darth Horuset, and in turn for the Empire. For what else is more imperative than the notion of the Empires victory against the Republic? But some-time I often reflect the usefulness of those I have chosen to keep beside me... It is why I establish plans. Counter-measures. Measures should those also fail. It is hard to trust those with ambition enough to see your plans utilized into their own. Or those who would see your very soul killed in the process of their intended goals."

His gaze did narrow at his own words, reflecting on the actions taken by specific individuals, but there was no indication on who he referred to, or the emotions he was feeling towards it.

"I am beyond that now. I am beyond the squabbles of these pests, leaching themselves to so called 'leaders' who are as indecisive as the last fools before them. There is a certain niche to follow, for no other reason but to follow the niche, like a hive mind, devoid of truth and consideration. I like these cattle, they fall so easily under the political prowess of those who actually think for themselves. They make me feel... Superior."

The man couldn't help but smile -ever so slightly- to himself, almost a flicker of a smile at the comment he made, an overwhelming sense of security, or superiority to those he was referring to once again.

"Lord Kalkoran is a man to be inspired by. A man who's family name is a scar on the Empire, two families, two different reasons. Yet... He prevailed. Often those who are suppressed into the deepest and darkest depth, by the most inspirational Sith often do become fabled. Needless do people know, the more pressure placed onto a Sith to become great, the greater they become. Not coddled, Lord Kalkoran forged his own destiny, his own strength... Now. Now he has every right to be unchallenged. Darth Horuset, her history remains an enigma to me, but from what history I know of her father, she did not have the easy option to her position. But surely, unlike Lord Kalkoran, her name was a boon to her inevitable ascension. Not all have that luxury..."

"But, evaluations aside. I reflect on my own destiny, my own way forward. I often reflect on the boy that was before, so madly in love, so madly attuned to family. I almost miss him... I almost envy the feelings of warmth, comfort and longing for the care of others. I often reflect on my love, Kaer. My child, Haiyca Kelsa. Perhaps deep down, I do all that I do for them... That the future I develop for House Kelsa would be their future, a strong and prosperous future within the Empire. That it is become of this complicated love we have forged with each-other. Deep down I hope that is why I do what I do, kill who I kill."

He rolls his shoulders and raises his chin slightly, his smile was gone, his eyes grew darkened by the angle presented by his gaze, they narrowed and his lips grew thin. The very look of his expression was of darkness that had claimed the boy before, claimed the Echani in all his physical form.

"But there is one certainty... I do this for myself."

He glances sideways again to the very thing that he was gazing onto before, as if that was now the target of his contemplation once again. But not only that, it became the very target of his next words.

"Fire."

The holocom shuts off with a subtle flicker at that, and anything beyond his final words too became a mystery to the viewer.

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[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 9: Hello

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The holocom shimmered into life, a flicker of blue majestic hues formulating the familiar visage and form of a man once forgotten, his face baring the war wounds for some unknown battle, his eyes beaming that slight tint of crimson beneath the fires of corruption that had taken place in stead of his natural coloration. His face bore no stubble, no beard, but the freshly clean shaven image of Sith Kelsa. His lips were flattened, holding no emotion as per his usual expression, yet, as his visage came into view he allowed a long exhale to venture throughout his nose, signaling his time to speak.

"For House Kelsa..."

His words trailed on for a long, extended moment, an eerie silence as he contemplated for that time. His accent was Imperialistic still, but more firm.

"There will be no record of what transpired. There is no need to reminisce of what could have been, for now- now is the time to take back what is mine."

His gaze lingered onto the viewer, staring into their very soul as he squinted his eyes ever so slightly. There was no emotion, no guessing whether the man was angry, sad, happy or anything resembling being content in this moment.

"I'm coming for you..."

The words trailed for once more, an extended moment, a harsh and very stern undertone beneath them, carrying them over with a weight of utter discontent. His gaze remained narrowed, and his visage grew dark. But before anything else could come from the man, the holocom shut off there and then. Nothing more, nothing less.

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