Khirus' journal

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Entry #1

A young Pureblooded rolled a sheet of flimsiplast before him, as he took a seat onboard of Th'Asidra. Deep sigh, quick glance around the mess hall was made as Khírus rolled a pen between his fingers before starting to write.

“ ‘Do you want your family name to stay in the shadows, Acolyte?’  Was one of the few first things I heard after my arrival on the flagship of House Horuset Th'Asidra or Purifier in Basic. The question made me think my mother, a person even though wise and skilled, but having no faith in her own son and with her only fear that I would become nothing, be nothing. A question what has made me think about my future, as a craftsman, as a combatant many many days and nights after my arrival. No, I don’t want my family name to stay in the shadows, but before I become Sith however.. I do not have place for wishes and dreams and the only thing I must focus upon, is to impress my supervisors.”

The Acolyte took a small swig from his canteen before looking around again and continued to write.

“Am I here to make friends? There are no place for friends on the path we have chosen, or has been chosen for us. An ally, perhaps but never a friend. I am skeptical towards everyone who claim having a close friend or many of them. I.. wished for a brother or sister with whom I could have trained, grown and eventually became a pair so skilled that our fighting would have been more like a deadly dance, graceful yet devastating, than just a combat. I have observed my fellow Acolytes and there are those whom I already respect but also those who I would like to see gone, preferably via an airlock.

Those Sith above myself have truly earned their ranks, ranks which one day I will be a part of. The Th'Asidra as a vessel is like something I have never seen before, although I have only seen a single deck of it, but the shrine and sparring rings which in a way are one and the same. Inside both of them we all battle with our body and mind and without the one being strong, there is no possibility of the other staying alive. ‘The body is only as strong as the mind is.’ my father used to say and there is truth in his words, may Zyantha took him in her army where ever he may be..”

Khírus felt a sharp pain on his palms and quickly after a frown appeared on his face when a sensation of anger and disappointment filled him and then he tossed the pen from his hand. Another deep sigh as he removed his gloves and watched a pair of scarred palms, before putting the gloves back on and summoning the pen after brief channel of the Force and let his arm to glide over the flimsiplast.

“We had a lesson hosted by one of the Pureblooded Apprentices and like my mother feared, I was nothing and I was the first to fail levitating a cluster of hot coals above our heads. First and second ones I managed to keep up, but the third broke my focus and I shall have scars to remind me of my failure as long as I breath. The coals burned trough the gloves and partially melted the cloth on my skin but.. It was nothing compared to the pain what my mother could inflict on me during training. Bones fractured and cartilage broken during the years she trained me, so second and third degree burns were almost welcoming pain.. Almost. I need to meditate upon the days I have spent here and wish for success for the days to come.”
The young Pureblood read trough how his arm had interpreted his mind before rolling the sheet of flimsiplast and putting it inside his robes and made his way towards the shrine.

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Entry #2

Khirus rolled his sheet of flimsiplat before him on one of the crates inside the training room, rubbing his chest slighty before starting to write.

“Yet another scars to remind me of my inability.. I wonder what have I done wrong to anger the Gods so greatly? I was instructed by Lord Sanguini, who appears to me more ruthless than our Pureblooded superiors, maybe a reason for that shall be revealed in due time, to spar against his Apprentice with another Acolyte. There wasn’t any chance for us to beat him but atleast we learned more trough the hard way. I nearly received a thrust above my heart, an attack I managed to avoid but what quickly turned to pain nonetheless.”

Khirus moves his fingers on his robes at where the two new scars were under the bandages.

“I am.. Surprised to even say this to myself, but I feel some sort of respectful bond starting to form between a fellow Pureblooded Acolyte named Valkarr and myself, although for obvious reasons I have not said this outloud but maybe he has noticed it too. We have sparred few times together and even though there is exchange of blows I find myself at the losing side but still it doesn’t feel like a complete loss.”

The young Pureblood hears the training room doors hissing open and noticing an Imperial walking inside but quickly turning on his heels and going to his chores. Khirus takes a small sip from his canteen, sighing deeply as the refreshing tea provides both pleasing taste and aroma, before focusing back to his writing.

“Later we had a lesson in Animal Bond, hosted by Lord Sanguinis on the Horuset Spire. We were tasked to dominate the feeble minds of Gizkas, more pestilence on two legs than an animal really. At first I were not able to dominate it and could nearly feel how Lord Sanguinis two flaming eyes turned to gaze upon me before I felt fully fledged Force Lightning torturing my very being, the sensation itself were enough to not wanting to fail ever again and most certainly I would not like to find what the Lightning would have felt like if my Lord would have been channeling it longer. But I have started to theorize that maybe I require pain to be successful, Im am not sure was is that or the fear of failing again but I was able to form a bond trough the Force with my mind to the Gizkas and then was allowed to join the others who had succeeded.

A new Pureblooded Acolyte whos name nor face weren’t familiar to me failed again and was punished by Lord Sanguinis. I noticed a Human, atleast he smelled like one, smirking to the scene unfolding before us. Are every human having some sort of facial paralyze or what, because I have noticed it on many occasions that they are more likely doing different facial expressions when they see their fellow Acolytes being tortured in many ways, but when they themselves receive punishment their faces speak only pain?”

Khirus would shrug his shoulders and shake his head slighty, letting that surmise keep brewing inside his mind.

“At the end of Lord Sanguinis lesson, everyone of us except Apprentice Siors were ordered to kill the Gizkas. Without giving too much though upon the order everyone of us relieved our Gizkas from their lives in various ways, but bones broke and cartileges were crushed and thus the pests were dead. After the lesson I had a lengthy discussion with Neophyte Aregra and with very… Odd Twi’lek Acolyte who seems to be the only one myself included to clean our own trashes onboard our Flagship. Maybe the other Acolytes cannot hold the broom or then they feel themselves too precious for such filthy things, who knows.”

After reading trough again what his constantly running mind had made him write down, Khirus rolls the flimsiplast before putting it inside his robes and starting to jog around the training room and starting his daily exercise.

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Entry# 3

A furious yell filled the medbay as Khirus nearly started to punch the wall at his left but the Pureblood chose not to. He nearly ripped the sheet of flimsiplast out of his robes using his left hand and tried to start writing but his anger was too much to handle and he threw the pen before the sheet followed. The young Pureblood took his time trying to calm down enough that he could write, and after some curses uttered in Sith he collected the pen and the sheet of flimsiplast from the floor and started to write, even though the letters were little shakey due to his fury, atleast he was ambidextrous so the writing wasn’t hard with his left hand.

“Again! AGAIN!? Has my damn mother cursed me to be a failure in what ever I might do!? For once I started to progress with my studies and I learning new skills but then when it was the time to practice Force Shock with our fellow Acolytes it backfired before I even got to start properly!”

Khírus turned his amber hued eyes to his injured right side shoulder and then from his elbow to fingertips, seeing the injured and slighty burned flesh.

“I can take a beating from my superiours, hell, it is expected but once again I was bested by a fellow Acolyte.. I respect strength and their skill and only things what makes this pain slighty more tolerable is the mutual respect we have between us and our race which we share. It is better to lose if you learn something, than to win constantly and learn nothing but this.. This constant failing is something I cannot, I -will- not tolerate anymore! From this day on, I will train more harder, more longer and more vigorously than I ever have trained before. I shall abstain from anything what might take my focus away from my goals and I will eat only such things what my body requires for it’s optimal performance. I.. I was made to crawl from the training room to the Medbay after I lost to Acolyte Avestia.. To crawl!”

The infuriated Acolyte released another yell before he simply rolled the sheet and pushed it inside his robes and snapping the pen in half being too angered to write down more about the past week, before the Medical Droid came to treat his injuries.

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Entry #4

A mixture of sighs, sounds of Acolyte robes entering and leaving the Archives fill the air and a faint sound of flimsiplast being rolled open and the pen starting to fly on it’s surface.


“I have nearly forgotten to write, since so much has happened within short period of time. Last week we were sent to Korriban to retrieve a Zakuulian armor which first felt like an easy retrieval mission but it was much.. much more than that. One of the other Acolytes found a boot and after quick examination chose to pull it which in return made the very air to fill with ominous buzzing sound. We managed to disturb a mount of Pelko bugs which without remorse surrounded us, their hungry jaws snapping within their mouths and most likely drooled if they are capable of such, as their primitive minds saw a feast before them.

The orders were given and what surprised even our superiors, the Acolytes and few Apprentices who accompanied us formed a protective circle in unison, so we could both attack and defend every angle leaving little room for the insects to maneuver. In the fight I lost my canteen, however it was useful tool eradicating the insects and every single Acolyte who were on that mission worked to their limits and we survived without major damages, one of us overused their stamina and fatigue won. We were complimented and I could have sworn that I heard an ounce of approval towards our actions. Once we were back on Th’Asidra Apprentice Siors wanted to have a word with me, he had heard from somewhere or someone that I am craftsman by profession and he even let me have a look of his amulet, one he had received during a time when I still wasn’t a part of the Horuset powerbase and naturally I offered my services if he would ever need repair of some jewelry of his, and he also suggested me to discuss with few superiors who are skilled in the arts of Alchemy, a skill what might prove very useful in the future should I start to learn it.”

Khirus let his eyes wonder towards the many Acolytes reading, learning and making their own notes before he rolled the pen between his fingers and started to write again.

“We had a lesson considering Force Barriers, first a few words of theory behind the ability quickly followed by the practical part of the lesson. The sensation, the power I felt coursing trough my veins when I succeeded in conjuring a full Force Barrier for the first time in my existence was intoxicating. The very fact that I succeeded, shall fuel the fire in me to become stronger and wiser, and a worthy addition to the Horuset powerbase. Another lesson was held later in Shii-Cho and more precisely Sun Djem. Once again I was victorious, however something didn’t felt quite right, it might very likely be my past failures trying to envelope my future in the shadows, that I might not never know.

I saw death during my time in Korriban Academy, Acolytes being murdered or after they opened their mouths to wrong people, but never I had felt it this closely before. One of the Acolytes, a Human male arrived at one of the lessons late, late enough for a severe punishment. The punishment was that those present on the lesson, were ordered to form a line, channel their emotions and release a Force Push towards the Acolyte in unison. At first he was able to deflect the attacks of his peers but like every shield, the one he conjured cracked, bones broke and life starting to leave his mutilated body. He was taken to the Medbay but few moments after we got an announcement telling that he indeed, passed away. That should be enough for the rest of the Acolytes to arrive in lessons in time, or not at all.”

An expression not too common to be on the young Purebloods face appeared, a smile. Khirus took his flimsiplast but didn’t roll it close, this time he got up from his seat and made his way towards the Mess hall and after finding an empty table he sat down and let the pen to scribe it’s tales once again.

“Another trip to Korriban, another retrieval mission like before which nearly resulted in the death of every single person who were on that mission but we managed to avoid it, for now. Enough of that however.. Something highly unexpected happened yesterday, something what started a huge pyre within my chest, burning like the crucibles of old and giving me the power to melt the eternal frost of Hoth itself!”


Khirus tapped the table for a while with his pen, before taking a long swig from his canteen, rolling the flimsiplast and putting it inside his robes before making his way to the Medbay, to get rid of his bandages and this time leaving without fresh ones.