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29-04-2023, 04:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 29-04-2023, 04:37 PM by Lord Iezkon.)
Part One
“I was told to believe that being a Sith meant the eradication of your enemies, to be stronger than your rival and then crush them. Claiming all they hold, and putting it to better use. Destruction, death, violence and chaos. But, have you ever read the scripts of our ancestors? Gone through our history in understanding them? I never read it, at-least not at first.”
The sky was dark and the rain continued to pour onto the surface of the landing pad, a wisp of wind howled over the heightened man made structure, it’s metal freezing cold and the rain felt like shards of glass piercing the skin, it could make someone miss the slightest feel of sun as they closed their eyes and layed on the softened grass, keeping their mind at peace. Dromund Kaas was utterly relentless, a true place for the Sith to reside- The Empire’s capital. Small silhouettes of men and women, even children down below would rush through the stormy conditions that were of this crowded capital, it filled with man’s metal constructs that felt as if they were closing in on you by the second. But now, now there was desperation as the building halted suddenly, the shouting of man shouting at others, the cracks of whips littered the stormy air, and the blinding lights of the thunder illuminated everything in sight. There was no peace here, fitting for a Sith.
As the hooded figure looked over these conditions, they thought to themselves- in deep contemplation; ‘What is my place in all this? Am I just another pawn in this proclaimed hallowed tradition? To embark in this folly?' Their crimson eyes illuminated beneath their cowled hood which displayed a hint of their also reddish skin, smooth and gentle. They shut out the depression of what they saw. In their tight grasp was a triangular pyramid shaped metallic item that offered a light hue of illuminating crimson which seeped through the loosened fingers of the female figure. A holocron, and its purpose meaningful to its wielder. “I am not ready.” She mumbled in a softened and hesitant manner to themselves, repeatedly; “I am not ready.” Their eyes opened to look across the landscape once more, their contemplation turning to deep determination. “I am not ready.” They uttered more confidently this time, much more than they did, but these words tore her apart from the inside, she knew it, even through her own triumphs until this exact moment- she knew it.
A moment of silence overwhelmed this figure as she clenched onto their trinket that sat in their grasp, a moment of peace as they took their breaths slower than before. For once, they could find themselves in a moment of utter focus, this moment they shut everything out apart from their thoughts to themselves. Her gaze lowered itself onto the holocron, and it’s light beamed upwards to her own eyes, a beautiful piece of Sith magic, forged centuries ago. Now it is held in the hands of this young Sith, the destined Sith for this tool. “I know what I need to do.” And so she did, this prideful warrior pushed herself from this moment of peace and set out as she always did, confidently. The holocron stuffed away in her robe, her strides bringing purpose and meaning. She had somewhere to be, nothing would stop her. Her heart raced and everything seemed to be quickened, she was scared but always was determined to see what the force had in store for her. Quickly did she go through the estate of which she was staying, and quickly did she advance to the shuttles of which she would use to depart herself from this world.
Though she did not wish to admit it in this moment, she was ready.
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“I was told to believe that being a Sith meant the eradication of your enemies, to be stronger than your rival and then crush them. Claiming all they hold, and putting it to better use. Destruction, death, violence and chaos. But, have you ever read the scripts of our ancestors? Gone through our history in understanding them? I never read it, at-least not at first.”
The sky was dark and the rain continued to pour onto the surface of the landing pad, a wisp of wind howled over the heightened man made structure, it’s metal freezing cold and the rain felt like shards of glass piercing the skin, it could make someone miss the slightest feel of sun as they closed their eyes and layed on the softened grass, keeping their mind at peace. Dromund Kaas was utterly relentless, a true place for the Sith to reside- The Empire’s capital. Small silhouettes of men and women, even children down below would rush through the stormy conditions that were of this crowded capital, it filled with man’s metal constructs that felt as if they were closing in on you by the second. But now, now there was desperation as the building halted suddenly, the shouting of man shouting at others, the cracks of whips littered the stormy air, and the blinding lights of the thunder illuminated everything in sight. There was no peace here, fitting for a Sith.
As the hooded figure looked over these conditions, they thought to themselves- in deep contemplation; ‘What is my place in all this? Am I just another pawn in this proclaimed hallowed tradition? To embark in this folly?' Their crimson eyes illuminated beneath their cowled hood which displayed a hint of their also reddish skin, smooth and gentle. They shut out the depression of what they saw. In their tight grasp was a triangular pyramid shaped metallic item that offered a light hue of illuminating crimson which seeped through the loosened fingers of the female figure. A holocron, and its purpose meaningful to its wielder. “I am not ready.” She mumbled in a softened and hesitant manner to themselves, repeatedly; “I am not ready.” Their eyes opened to look across the landscape once more, their contemplation turning to deep determination. “I am not ready.” They uttered more confidently this time, much more than they did, but these words tore her apart from the inside, she knew it, even through her own triumphs until this exact moment- she knew it.
A moment of silence overwhelmed this figure as she clenched onto their trinket that sat in their grasp, a moment of peace as they took their breaths slower than before. For once, they could find themselves in a moment of utter focus, this moment they shut everything out apart from their thoughts to themselves. Her gaze lowered itself onto the holocron, and it’s light beamed upwards to her own eyes, a beautiful piece of Sith magic, forged centuries ago. Now it is held in the hands of this young Sith, the destined Sith for this tool. “I know what I need to do.” And so she did, this prideful warrior pushed herself from this moment of peace and set out as she always did, confidently. The holocron stuffed away in her robe, her strides bringing purpose and meaning. She had somewhere to be, nothing would stop her. Her heart raced and everything seemed to be quickened, she was scared but always was determined to see what the force had in store for her. Quickly did she go through the estate of which she was staying, and quickly did she advance to the shuttles of which she would use to depart herself from this world.
Though she did not wish to admit it in this moment, she was ready.
(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)
