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

[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.