The Sith Code: Nedhorroc´s interpretation

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Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion.
In the natural world, all is active; never stagnant, never at peace. The songbird that lets their song flow over the world seeks to gorge himself on a mate. The creatures in the undergrowth wish to feast upon their natural prey; all those weaker than themselves. The wild Tuk’ata of the Korriban sands wish to hunt those failures that dare cross their path unprepared. In short, the world is never at peace.
The instincts that drive these creatures to hunt, kill, and procreate among other things are powered by Passion. For lust, anger, and fear are all forms of passion. And passion is instinct.

Through Passion, I gain Strength.
Pure, unbridled Passion is strong in and of itself, but it is unfocused. Unfocused passion is short and furious, but it lacks the longevity to sustain a Sith.
To enhance the longevity, one must focus. Through the focusing your emotions - of your Passion - one gains Strength. Strength, unlike Passion, has the longevity to fuel a Sith.
Through focusing your Passion, you make it's flame burn brightest and longest. This Strength allows one to increase in adeptness for varying abilities, all of which require utmost understanding of the Sith Code.

Through Strength, I gain Power.
Strength, if utilized correctly, can transform into Power. This ‘power’ is ambiguous, although I myself think it power over yourself. The shedding of self-doubt. The shedding of weaknesses. Power is everything for a Sith. It is the cornerstone of reputation, of all you do. Reputation, in turn, is the cornerstone of everything. A reputation can make or break you. If your reputation is shattered, you show that you are weak. If such a thing happens, though, you can redeem yourself, akin to what the lord Cytharat did through dying on Makeb for the Imperial cause. From an exile Sith Lord and former apprentice to the traitor Darth Malgus, to glorious martyr who died to ensure an Imperial victory.

Through Power, I gain Victory.
Victory over oneself, over one’s enemies, or even over one’s friends, it does not matter. All that matters is that if there is a victory that can both fuel your reputation and conclude a conflict from which you have been able to grow. For only conflict causes one to grow.

Reputation is everything. This is something too many fail to realize; that failure can be fatal, and it must not become your end! I cannot stress this enough, for too many have failed and died to not upholding their reputation.
Eventually, Victory and Power become cornerstones of reputation, and such intangible concept as an image becomes an image of all-encompassing Power, and with Power, Victory.

Through Victory, my Chains are Broken.
Eventually, an image alone will be able to sustain your reputation, as we see in the image that is created of Dark Lords of the Sith as Darth Horuset or the former Emperor - Vitiate.
Through this singular image, one will be able to leave the restrictions and limits that apply to the normal Sith behind, and start over, as an avatar of the Dark Side, an exemplar of the Sith Order, and a paragon of Imperial virtue.
Once this state is attained, limits no longer apply; they are able to be shed like a cat sheds its hairs. True Power will be within your grasp, if you only reach out and take it. Too many leave the righteous path upon attaining this state, stagnating, decaying, and leaving Power to be grasped by those that succeed them.

The Force shall Free me.
Through the removal of mortal responsibilities and limits, one attains a higher playing field, no longer confined by lesser being or even the chains one places on themselves. This is a state few will ever reach, although those mighty Darths that seat on the Dark Council are very close, but not close enough.
The shedding of mortal responsibilities and the seeking of a higher playing field creates an everlasting cycle of striking when the iron is hot; constant tempering and reforging, a cycle aimed towards perfection.

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