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29-04-2023, 11:39 PM
The surroundings from Zikarn’s previous recordings had changed. The desk was new, the windows showed they were back on Dromund Kass and they were high above the ground. A small golden statue depicting the same symbol that hangs around Zikarn Ignia’s neck. He was home at last:
"Gods... It has been a long time since I did this. Things happened and transpired. I regained my ancestral home. It required some rebuilding and repairs.. but it's mine at last..."
Zikarn leaned back into his chair. Arms on the armrest as his started tapping in sync with his fingers:
"Alliances. Agreements... I have come to understand a crucial thing. Betray those around you before they betray you. Those that I knew I could hold at least some amount of trust in have all either vanished or retreated into themselves and their own business. Even my Monhura. My brother whom I had such high hopes for is somewhere dealing with his things. And when he ain't, he deals with his function as overseer..."
A deep sigh comes from Zikarn as his right-hand moves up over to cover his face. Sudden laughter breaks out as he starts smiling:
"Perfection."
His laughs continue for a moment:
"To think the time would ever come when I would consider that damn Echani as more Sith than many others... Even he knows not to hide behind others... To not threaten other Sith with "I will come for you with all my allies…"
He leans fully back now into his chair:
"To think that the days would come that I can with full confidense say that I miss the days of myself, Korditis and Elias roaming around creating havoc. Those were the days. With Kelsa constantly at our, mostly mine and Korditis i reckon, throats to shape us into better Sith.."
He looks startled for but a moment:
"I really just said that. Wow.. Sith Kelsa.. Seems that I should perhaps give him a little more respect in the end. Hmm. Interesting."
He leans forwards, staring directly into the recorder, his eyes narrowed, teeth bared while a faint smile was present:
"Temekel, Temekel, Temekel.. She is everything I knew she was. Her sweet and friendly demeanour is fake. Created to lure in those weak enough to let themselves be seduced by the promise of friendship and alliances... All of them now nothing but cattle, ready to be sent straight to the butcher when she is done with them..."
He looks up to his left, someone placing a bunch of papers while speaking something that couldn't be interpreted. Zikarn takes them as he places them in a drawer. Looking back at the holo-recording:
"Her ascending... I wonder if she even feels just a little bit embarrassed. After all, one of her first direct talks about ascension was her praising herself. Saying that she and only she could ascend directly to lordship. And that she would... Gods, I thought I had seen the peak of arrogance with Sith Kelsa. Seems I stand corrected...
He leans back, recalling something that made him seemingly laugh a little:
"Ha, even protecting acolytes bearing her name. Nepotism at its finest... Seems that our new goal of acolytes is to treat them fair. And be gentle to them. Perhaps I should find one and gentle caress their hair and give them a clap on the shoulder and see how it fe..."
Zikarn breaks out laughing once more:
"Like that will ever happen... Oh well. Time changes. People ascend. Alliances are made and broken. And as it stands, even House Kalkoran is a target. I wonder how long before Vipions become the dominant one over Kalkoran? Hmmm I wonder. Well, none of my business anyway."
He looks around once more, placing his right hand on the table as he starts tapping it:
"But there is also other news. Hozan, the dog, seems to have become more tolerable with the time passing. He atleast doesn't disturb my work like other moronic, intolerable pesticides that roams the halls of the powerbase... Speaking of moronic, intolerable pesticides... The mongrel known as Madros has taken my place as assistant due to me having to leave for some weeks... I'm surprised he ever got that far. His intelligence is... Questionable. So Questionable that I from time to time think that the red...noise-clicking....bug...whatever thing has more intelligence than him.."
Zikarn sighs... If it were by the mention of the red alien thingy... or the other red alien thingy... or simply both were not known:
"They will all fall in the end. By either my blade or someone else's. Caring much about whether I do not."
He leans back forwards:
"But with how things are forming out, I couldn't be more pleased. Chaos everywhere. The lines have been drawn. Now, it's merely a matter of time to see who will falter. Those who abide by the code and are not afraid of a duel. Or those that follow the code and believe there are alternatives to duels. "
The recording stops abruptly.
"Gods... It has been a long time since I did this. Things happened and transpired. I regained my ancestral home. It required some rebuilding and repairs.. but it's mine at last..."
Zikarn leaned back into his chair. Arms on the armrest as his started tapping in sync with his fingers:
"Alliances. Agreements... I have come to understand a crucial thing. Betray those around you before they betray you. Those that I knew I could hold at least some amount of trust in have all either vanished or retreated into themselves and their own business. Even my Monhura. My brother whom I had such high hopes for is somewhere dealing with his things. And when he ain't, he deals with his function as overseer..."
A deep sigh comes from Zikarn as his right-hand moves up over to cover his face. Sudden laughter breaks out as he starts smiling:
"Perfection."
His laughs continue for a moment:
"To think the time would ever come when I would consider that damn Echani as more Sith than many others... Even he knows not to hide behind others... To not threaten other Sith with "I will come for you with all my allies…"
He leans fully back now into his chair:
"To think that the days would come that I can with full confidense say that I miss the days of myself, Korditis and Elias roaming around creating havoc. Those were the days. With Kelsa constantly at our, mostly mine and Korditis i reckon, throats to shape us into better Sith.."
He looks startled for but a moment:
"I really just said that. Wow.. Sith Kelsa.. Seems that I should perhaps give him a little more respect in the end. Hmm. Interesting."
He leans forwards, staring directly into the recorder, his eyes narrowed, teeth bared while a faint smile was present:
"Temekel, Temekel, Temekel.. She is everything I knew she was. Her sweet and friendly demeanour is fake. Created to lure in those weak enough to let themselves be seduced by the promise of friendship and alliances... All of them now nothing but cattle, ready to be sent straight to the butcher when she is done with them..."
He looks up to his left, someone placing a bunch of papers while speaking something that couldn't be interpreted. Zikarn takes them as he places them in a drawer. Looking back at the holo-recording:
"Her ascending... I wonder if she even feels just a little bit embarrassed. After all, one of her first direct talks about ascension was her praising herself. Saying that she and only she could ascend directly to lordship. And that she would... Gods, I thought I had seen the peak of arrogance with Sith Kelsa. Seems I stand corrected...
He leans back, recalling something that made him seemingly laugh a little:
"Ha, even protecting acolytes bearing her name. Nepotism at its finest... Seems that our new goal of acolytes is to treat them fair. And be gentle to them. Perhaps I should find one and gentle caress their hair and give them a clap on the shoulder and see how it fe..."
Zikarn breaks out laughing once more:
"Like that will ever happen... Oh well. Time changes. People ascend. Alliances are made and broken. And as it stands, even House Kalkoran is a target. I wonder how long before Vipions become the dominant one over Kalkoran? Hmmm I wonder. Well, none of my business anyway."
He looks around once more, placing his right hand on the table as he starts tapping it:
"But there is also other news. Hozan, the dog, seems to have become more tolerable with the time passing. He atleast doesn't disturb my work like other moronic, intolerable pesticides that roams the halls of the powerbase... Speaking of moronic, intolerable pesticides... The mongrel known as Madros has taken my place as assistant due to me having to leave for some weeks... I'm surprised he ever got that far. His intelligence is... Questionable. So Questionable that I from time to time think that the red...noise-clicking....bug...whatever thing has more intelligence than him.."
Zikarn sighs... If it were by the mention of the red alien thingy... or the other red alien thingy... or simply both were not known:
"They will all fall in the end. By either my blade or someone else's. Caring much about whether I do not."
He leans back forwards:
"But with how things are forming out, I couldn't be more pleased. Chaos everywhere. The lines have been drawn. Now, it's merely a matter of time to see who will falter. Those who abide by the code and are not afraid of a duel. Or those that follow the code and believe there are alternatives to duels. "
The recording stops abruptly.
