[IC] Rekhen's Holo Diary

[Sith Stûza]

Final

"Mirena"

Held by a stack of assortments, the datapad was angled to the side of the corellian, head bent forward in writing a letter. An obsidian dagger rested near him on the table, unsheathed for once. His expression was different for the simple fact it was actually visible for once behind what once was concealed from a thick beard. Newly shaven with a set of loose short hair. He tapped the letter with the blunt end of the pen.

"I write to you for a dire matte- No, too urgent.

Our brother has left us- No, too vague."

It was a day where words would have to do, for action required him elsewhere.

"Owen was killed."

He stopped his tapping and switched to writing. Correcting his posture as the height of it all was expressed in written form. He could not help but mumble his thoughts.

"Owen was killed, taken from us by a Jedi. He was reformed from what I saw, new life in his eyes as the spice addiction was finally beaten. From what the colonel told me he was liked, much as he was in our earlier years on Corellia.

I've failed them, I've arranged his funeral with the family. Despite all that has happened they understood my presence."


It was a minor epiphany that struck him that caused him to stop his writing, leaning back into his chair as he looked at the ceiling, folding his arms across his chest.

"How am I even going to get this to Coruscant?"

He tore the page up. The video paused and resumed later on, a different location. It was raining in the background. The ruffling of sheets and a very nosey sound, sniffling. He was sick.

"Mirena,

How is your time on Coruscant? Half a decade since we last saw each other. Most of our family is safe since their transfer to the Empire. Regrettably Owen was killed by the hands of a Jedi. Did you know I was a force sensitive? Neither did I two years ago, until then I was normal. I enjoyed that normal life despite its flaws.

We had freedom despite not knowing it
We had choice despite not choosing
We had a home despite not being welcomed.

I always admired your willingness to change, Mirena. Despite the uncertainty of opportunity you took it on without fear. That is what I once thought when I was younger, now I understand it was quite the opposite. For you took the path in spite of fear, to live by your own actions in freedom. Did you chose this life for yourself? Or was it thrust upon you as I suspect?

This life chose me, I write- no. I -send- this message to you for I've come to terms with my life.

I am a Sith."

Groaning heard as the corellian stood from his bed, breathing through his mouth to assure he could speak properly. He fidgeted with the obsidian dagger in his hand, not that it could be seen on the recording.

"My life will be short, Mirena. Shorter than yours or many others, do not mistake it for an unfulfilled one. For in this short life I've had an opportunity that many people will never have:

I've seen beasts malformed and evil, brought down through great will and effort
A man that burned reality through sorcery, I helped in killing him.
Spoke with scholars and teachers equally gifted and insane, they taught me the dangers of indulgence
Most of all I've experienced myself, and I have learned of hypocrisy.

Should something happen to me... Should my mind go beyond correction or my ambitions lead me towards chaos, do not go to correct me but continue the life you've chosen so that you may benefit.

All of these moments will die with me. For I am but the ink by which others will write history."

Silence, followed by coughing, the recording finishes. No further recordings seem to be found.