[IC] Genesis of Magnum Opus -- Shokû Atrohmia's holojournal

[Joslae]

Entry I: Alterations

The holovid device begun its recording. Cause was the finger of the oxblood skinned man whom sat in a corner of a room. The lights were dimmed and so the picture was not of the best quality. Yet it showed the man to have acolyte robes on him and the aureolin eyes focusing their gaze at the lense doing the recording.

”I should begin I suppose.”

The man spoke with a voice of gravelly nature. But it was also brittle; as if the man was afraid, tense and anxious of his surroundings. Reason for such behavior came to be understandable as a high pitched shriek was recorded into the holovid as well. A flinch from the man came as well, he had not yet gotten used to such noises.

”My name is Shokû Atrohmia. First day in the Korriban Academy. I survived. That’s something I suppose.”


He spoke with hushed whispers as if trying to avoid attention. The eyes flickered from the screen to somewhere behind the lens. He was keeping a watchful eye upon the rest of the room or similar.


”Aunt’s teachings, intuition and sheer idea of being invisible worked well enough. I avoided the Overseers and their wrath. Saw at least ten others, acolytes being killed without a second thought. Why? Because they spoke wrong, were wrong, moved wrong or had opinions.”

Shokû gulped audibly enough to be recorded into the holovid. He grasped to the dark floor on the side and produced a book, an actual tome of some sorts with leather covers into his lap. The first page was opened and the camera got a glimpse of symbols etched upon the pages with ink of some sort.

The acolyte searched his robes and took a pen from there and began writing to the page while staying silent for a moment. He halted only when he flinched yet again from another scream of agony from the distance.

”Aunt told me to introspect; to reflect the events of days and actions I’ve taken. To study them with different eyes and find my flaws. And destroy the flaws before anyone else notices them. And most importantly, misdirect others. So that they can’t abuse my status in any way.”

”And so this recording for this. This thing that I noticed the moment I came upon the planet the first time.”

At that moment the red skinned male turned the book around and showed it to the camera. Upon it various symbols were painted in the color of red. The symbols were curved and had etchings on the side, possibly indicating them to be letters. There was some repetition of symbols, a sign of words in a sentence perhaps.

”I have no idea of their meaning. I just wanted to paint them when I had the chance, like something urged me to. Similar feeling that you are yearning or craving for something specific. Yes. Like being tired and wanting to just go into the bed and fall asleep. That kind of feeling.”

”And so I did. I have to figure out what they mean though. And not show these to anyone else. I’ve heard the stories of Sith disliking any indications of heresy. Even such as having different kind of a mind could be classed as heresy.”

”But that is not all. I have this itch to draw, to paint in here. I feel the Force like never before and at the same time I want to draw. How foolish I can be? I doubt many of the others would understand.”

At that moment the Acolyte closed the book and put it away. Same was done to the pen the male had with him. He chuckled nervously at his own words and flinched again as the shriek came from the distance.

Before the holovid was cut off, Shokû had his facial features alter. The tense, nervous and otherwise fearful boy was gone and in its place was a calm, collected and otherwise expressionless man. The eyes suddenly had more intensity into them. They burned with determination. And that last second before the feed was cut, it could be seen that he licked his lips like a predator preparing for a feast of a lifetime.