[IC] Nuyak Zuhia siela Trovas Horuset ((All is written in Sith))

[Trakaton Kalkoran]

Zikarn Ignia would be sitting at his desk at Azeria Castle. His armour replaced by robes.

"Tradition is dead. Long live Tradition."

Those are the first and only words coming from Zikarn Ignia for a moment lasting what could seem like a minute or more

"Tradition is no more. Or, atleast, it is no longer anything but an idea and no longer an ideology grasped by that of the few. Its no longer what drives the Sith. And what power we will lose in such."

His eyes narrowed, looking away for a moment before looking abck into the holo

"I always thought I would become a pillar of Tradition. A pillar that would defend tradition in the Empire. To fight not only -for- the Empire, but for Tradition aswell. And what it symbolises in terms of the Sith. We have grown complacent. Or many have atleast. Business deals have taking over. Protecting apprentices have taken over. And, greatest of all, becoming friends with one another is what drives the Sith now...Or.. What I should call them."

He clenches his right hand

"Friends. Allies. Apprentices. What used to be tools, to be things and assests have now beocme a founding part of people. Emotions are what drives them. As they should. But those negative emotions that we once used, that we once relished in, have dissipated. Love. Apathy. Compassion. Those are the feelings that have filled the powerbase of Horuset. Where we once accepted challenges, we now cower behind our Masters. Where we once hunted down and -educated- those breaking Tradtion, we now accept them as they are. Letting them roam free. And even encourage that we let them be and do as they please.."

His left fist clenches now, as Zikarn Ignias voice turns sour and harsh, clearly being furious

"No. I wont accept this. If this is what the oh so great beacon of Tradition is turning into, I will rather see the entire powerbase destroyed from within then ever let the powerbase survive. The Dark Lord have become blind to the indifference from Sith ARvanis as Envoy of Tradition. Lord Kalkoran would rather have his apprentices lie publicly and never accept a challenge because of personal beleives of another person. Lord Iezkon having children with aliens... This entire powerbase have become a joke....

Would rise from his seated position, moving over towards a window, hands folded behind the lower of his back

"Hozan, the dog. Ha. To think someone as great as Lord Kalkoran want someone that cant even figure out who he is. Being apprentice to him first. Then act like Teran Mal. Even dressing as Teran Mal. Then leave with Teran Mal. Then come back alone. Then become like Valeus. Act like Valeus. Become Lord Kalkorans apprentice again. Then try and act like Lord Kalkoran. The peasent is so confused that I doubt even his mother knows who he is anymore should she ever see him. Perhaps I should pay her a visit and see what she have to say.."

"What shall I do... What is my next move.. Purebloods refusing to act in the name of Tradition. Passiveness infesting the powerbase... I need to do something.. But what.."

At that, he reaches out with his left arm, shutting of the holo.