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29-04-2023, 11:39 PM
The projection would flicker to life. The image of the now scarred apprentice came into view as he stood tall and stoic. His default position one might say. His head moving from left to right. His long black hair moving with it, as he looks around him. He was standing outside. Somewhere that couldnt be told from the holo itself. Wearing his armor, it seemed as if he was ready for a fight
"I suppose it is time once again for this. I found it rather comforting to speak without judgement last time. Without the scrutiny from the incompetence that I am surronded by. By the ignorance... Alot have happened since I used this.. I am no longer apprentice to the Dark Lord. While she did give me an honrable discharge, it was never the right match.. I suppose I lack a specific last name to be that.."
Would take a deep breath, onlyto exhale before he continued
"Last name... While I werent a Neophyte for long due to Sith Narazri taking the chance to take a strong apprentice and strengthen his powerbase, I have a unfulfilled hatred. I was once such a loyal believer that the name of Horuset meant greatness. That it meant that Tradition came first...How wrong I was.. I now know that that the only thing that it posses is hypocricy and a extreme amount of fear for admitting failure.. The Dark Lord..Valeus.. Cadeus.. Vanity will be their fall. Their own ignorance and belief that they are the smartest people in the galaxy will see them fall under the gaze of someone close that have the respect of all."
He looks around again.
"Sith Narazri being the only Horuset I have just the slighest of belief in. And even that is failing. His affection to speak and spend time with his glory apprentice is seeing his enemies truth come to frutition. Everything they have planned, that I have informed him of, he will give them freely for not seeing that his own plans are faulty..."
He moves his right hand to his lightsaber
"Zotam seemed to be the first one realising this. Distancing himself further from Sith Narazris powerbase. I, will be the second."
He took his hilt in hand and inspected it
"Traditionalism. Purism. Progressiveness. All things that everyone, including myself, jumps to as excuses or accusations.. Yet, there is only one form of Traditionalism that matters in this Powerbase. That of the Dark Lords. And not a single person withing the powerbase, knows how she defines it. Instead, she decided to give the Envoy of Tradition free reign to molest the word Tradition. Once again showing you just need the right last name.."
Would sigh as he placed the hilt back on his belt
"Perhaps that is why I have fallen so far from what I once was. A once so stoic believer in Tradition. Now, it has become a hollow shell that I use for the benefit for myself. Perhaps that is why I have started forming my own Powerbase. My own seat of power if one would. With Sith that I have a measure of control over or can directly obliterate should I wish to.."
He looks to his left, removing his glove from his left hand
"Power. It is what this powerbase is all about. But people are busy trying to be political. Amazingly enough, Sith Narazri seems to be the only one truely capable of it. For whatever little duration it keeps him in power.. Myself and Zotam seems to be walking our own paths now afterall. Leaving him with only his prized apprentice left. Wonder if the sight of a pureblood and a human sith-blood will only encourage Sith Arvanis to rethink his old plans. Perhaps, they will actually work this time."
"Atleast there seems to be upcoming Sith that have an ounce of greatness in them. Naile Valzino. Temekel Vipion. Korditis Sotazar. The last one being the closest thing I have to family left in this galaxy. And when the time comes, when we both have ascended, we will become what Lord Kalkoran and Lord Sanguinis once was. "
He moves his left hand up. Slightly burned as he inspects it
"For now. I have become leaderless. Doing everything in my own volition. At my own pace. And at my own will. To a degree atleast. For while the Dark Lord beleive I am apparently dense, I have only this to say. She is the one who is dense. Afraid of herself and her own mistakes. Beleiving she knows all when she knows nothing. I will take my time. I will ascend. And my plans will come to fruition. Removing her ever loyal supporters."
A feint smile came into light
"Despite that, Lord Kalkoran is seemingly ahead of me.. Wonder for how long we have a Darth Horuset.. For she is loosing her ground. And he is gaining. His most loyal appprentice a Lord now. Having taking a Horuset as apprentice which will give him info. The day will come where we will swear our loyalty to Lord Kalkoran. And I wonder what that will bring..."
He waved his left hand, and the projection would go out.
"I suppose it is time once again for this. I found it rather comforting to speak without judgement last time. Without the scrutiny from the incompetence that I am surronded by. By the ignorance... Alot have happened since I used this.. I am no longer apprentice to the Dark Lord. While she did give me an honrable discharge, it was never the right match.. I suppose I lack a specific last name to be that.."
Would take a deep breath, onlyto exhale before he continued
"Last name... While I werent a Neophyte for long due to Sith Narazri taking the chance to take a strong apprentice and strengthen his powerbase, I have a unfulfilled hatred. I was once such a loyal believer that the name of Horuset meant greatness. That it meant that Tradition came first...How wrong I was.. I now know that that the only thing that it posses is hypocricy and a extreme amount of fear for admitting failure.. The Dark Lord..Valeus.. Cadeus.. Vanity will be their fall. Their own ignorance and belief that they are the smartest people in the galaxy will see them fall under the gaze of someone close that have the respect of all."
He looks around again.
"Sith Narazri being the only Horuset I have just the slighest of belief in. And even that is failing. His affection to speak and spend time with his glory apprentice is seeing his enemies truth come to frutition. Everything they have planned, that I have informed him of, he will give them freely for not seeing that his own plans are faulty..."
He moves his right hand to his lightsaber
"Zotam seemed to be the first one realising this. Distancing himself further from Sith Narazris powerbase. I, will be the second."
He took his hilt in hand and inspected it
"Traditionalism. Purism. Progressiveness. All things that everyone, including myself, jumps to as excuses or accusations.. Yet, there is only one form of Traditionalism that matters in this Powerbase. That of the Dark Lords. And not a single person withing the powerbase, knows how she defines it. Instead, she decided to give the Envoy of Tradition free reign to molest the word Tradition. Once again showing you just need the right last name.."
Would sigh as he placed the hilt back on his belt
"Perhaps that is why I have fallen so far from what I once was. A once so stoic believer in Tradition. Now, it has become a hollow shell that I use for the benefit for myself. Perhaps that is why I have started forming my own Powerbase. My own seat of power if one would. With Sith that I have a measure of control over or can directly obliterate should I wish to.."
He looks to his left, removing his glove from his left hand
"Power. It is what this powerbase is all about. But people are busy trying to be political. Amazingly enough, Sith Narazri seems to be the only one truely capable of it. For whatever little duration it keeps him in power.. Myself and Zotam seems to be walking our own paths now afterall. Leaving him with only his prized apprentice left. Wonder if the sight of a pureblood and a human sith-blood will only encourage Sith Arvanis to rethink his old plans. Perhaps, they will actually work this time."
"Atleast there seems to be upcoming Sith that have an ounce of greatness in them. Naile Valzino. Temekel Vipion. Korditis Sotazar. The last one being the closest thing I have to family left in this galaxy. And when the time comes, when we both have ascended, we will become what Lord Kalkoran and Lord Sanguinis once was. "
He moves his left hand up. Slightly burned as he inspects it
"For now. I have become leaderless. Doing everything in my own volition. At my own pace. And at my own will. To a degree atleast. For while the Dark Lord beleive I am apparently dense, I have only this to say. She is the one who is dense. Afraid of herself and her own mistakes. Beleiving she knows all when she knows nothing. I will take my time. I will ascend. And my plans will come to fruition. Removing her ever loyal supporters."
A feint smile came into light
"Despite that, Lord Kalkoran is seemingly ahead of me.. Wonder for how long we have a Darth Horuset.. For she is loosing her ground. And he is gaining. His most loyal appprentice a Lord now. Having taking a Horuset as apprentice which will give him info. The day will come where we will swear our loyalty to Lord Kalkoran. And I wonder what that will bring..."
He waved his left hand, and the projection would go out.
