Memoirs and Recollection of a Fractured Heart - Sovernus Nova

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #11 of Horuset Chronicles:
Accusations and Transactions

***A collection of organised thoughts regarding the allegations against Nedhorroc by Alencia and a descriptive account on the transaction of the Krath Cult scroll.***

Accusations

Intrigues and schemes are often concocted with a certain intent in mind.

No less do one’s success hinges on calculations and preparation as it does on choosing the right opponent. Yet I’ve grown exhausted from incessant antagonizing intentions that are no more than misgivings of certain individuals.

There were a number of rivalries or perhaps more accurately defined as tensions between certain people. The notion of camaraderie is fleeting at best, as I personally believe a measure of antagonism between your superiors, peers and inferiors are essential to temperance. However, I have ill reservations towards those who simply provokes with no clear goal nor intention in mind.

An intrigue happened to unfold between Alencia and Nedhorroc. Though to call it such is rather redundant, if not embellishing the low level conceptual impacts onto one another. As previously mentioned, there was an abrupt assault onto Th’Asidra, which left many wondering whether it was an inside job. Alencia was tasked by Lord Kalkoran investigate and report on the matter, for her to detail events that transpired leading up to the attack.

There were allegations and accusations purported by the red-haired provoker, to instill the idea that Nedhorroc was in some measure or form involved with the attackers, detailing suspicious movements and behavior of his. Due to the report submitted by her, the Zabrak came under intense pressure by Apprentices alike- some even assaulted him by means of telekinesis, threatening him as though his involvement with the attack was confirmed.

The Zabrak contacted me via holo, inquiring my insights on the matter while requesting support to deal with the issue. At first the entire ordeal was not mapped out yet, so I enquired about the report sent to Lord Kalkoran in which he procured for me to read. It did not take me even a single minute to realise the depth and inadequacy of the report itself, there were too many leaps of assumptions, double standards and irrelevant information that diverges from the main core investigation. It does not take a genius to understand that the report itself was designed to undermine Nedhorroc, as it does not bring anything conclusive to the investigation.

Within minutes I listed down counter arguments against the accusations and reasoning in the report, detailing flaws in statements, fallacies, inconsistencies and points that were irrelevant. I sent the notes to the Zabrak and told him to request an appeal to Lord Kalkoran to illustrate the false allegations and proclaim one’s innocence on the matter. Verily I do not understand the reasoning why he did not do so earlier before any damage was done, I would have immediately requested an appeal to prevent further besmirching of one’s name before the consequences follow. By the end of our holocall I requested a recording of the appeal made and any interactions with the Lord, for my own purposes.

Nedhorroc returned with the success of the appeal, he provided me the recordings of the interaction and showed his gratitude for clearing his name. Curiously after this incident, the sudden assaults and verbal threats were halted and a week later Alencia’s reputation continued to plummet down. There was a major holocom announcement made that she was to bow down to everyone, including other acolytes and we are able to punish her accordingly. The announcement was made by Lord Kalkoran, which compelled me to question what extreme insubordination she enacted to warrant a harsh punishment such as that.

Alas the entire ordeal is the least of my concerns, it brought a modicum of amusement but it did not outweigh the disappointment I harbored in certain individuals. As a militant, had these sorts of intrigues interfered with Imperial operations in exchange for self-satisfaction of undermining your peers, I would have meted out punishments of severity. As a Sith, there was no tangible benefits in these ‘powerplays’, undermining another to salvage a measure of satisfaction is appalling when it serves no higher purpose. Never scheme for scheming sake, often one confuses the means for the ends and that is detrimental to the Empire

Regardless, I’ve gained more influence over Nedhorroc and the ordeal did provide some intriguing leverage over certain people. While I am displeased, I cannot say I did not benefit from the conflict- verily I believe I am the only one that is aware of a crucial information that was involuntarily leaked out. There will be a time where I dispense the opportunity, but for now my patience holds dominion.

Updates on Lord Sanguinis’s challenge

On Kaas City, I converged towards the meeting point of the Imperial Reclamation contact by the name of Felisia Nel. For an agonizing moment, her paranoia surged throughout as she initially accused me of some vague intention of ambushing or kidnapping her. I was driven close to approach her by means of aggressive coercion but realized it would not serve me well. To cement some measure of trust, I provided her my personal datapad to give her the sense of having a measure of leverage over me, a form of ‘’advanced deposit’’ one that I will recollect after the ordeal is finished. After which we sidetracked ourselves with casual conversations and a hint of misdirection on my part. Her mood improved, as she no longer exhibits paranoia or anxieties. It lead me to believe she suffered from a mental disorder, but nonetheless we continued towards the discussion of artifacts.

The conversation flowed and I’ve inquired about her occupation and the directory of artifacts the IRS has. She was safeguarding critical information and I was only able to inquire when the question was specific, yet she made inconsistencies and slip of the tongue. Pointing out those subtle comments and piecing together by means of logical deduction, she relented and spoke of the possibility of an object that aligned with my search.

A scroll from the Krath Cult that originated from the Empress Teta System. The cult itself was a conglomeration of Dark Side users cultivated by means of reclaiming Sith teachings, piecing together techniques. Sorcery and alchemy through illusions and amulets were the center of the cult, demonstrating aptitude in handling talismans and alchemical weapons. Felisia Nel continued regaling her investigation, citing that during the Cold War several ancient scrolls were discovered.

A few Krath cultists survived near the end of the Great Sith War and scattered across the Outer Rim, mainly in the regions around and in Korriban. With some cultists joining the Sith settlements, while others isolated themselves. The hoarding of knowledge was evident, and Felisia Nel believed that remnants of their teachings were safeguarded in desolate temples or ruins. There were rumors that a scroll was circulating in Kaas City. I contacted the female smuggler by the alias of ‘Stormwind’ who I exchanged contact after putting her friend Zolic’ke in his place.

After several days, she contacted me and arranged a meeting with Skraven who claims to be in possession the Krath scroll in question. Our initial meeting point was outside the Nexus Room, yet due to the nature of our proposed transaction, we opted to find a more seclusive area where we would not be under public scrutiny of the Imperials. The transaction followed and I was able to procure the scroll in question while relinquishing funds, yet the smooth transition instilled some aching feeling in my subconscious.

The sensation was warranted when I returned to Felisia Nel. It was revealed that the scroll I procured was a fabrication, she thoroughly inspected the replica and found inconsistencies in the layering. A rising sensation of infuriation dwelled within my internal engine, yet I was more focused in retrieving my funds. I brought her alongside me this time and tracked down Skraven. With the help of ‘Stormwind’s’ tracking expertise, we were able to pinpoint his location.

A confrontation occurred, a disadvantageous one since we were close to the public. No doubt it was Skraven’s intentions to prevent sudden assault or aggressive approaches. A heated conversation erupted and I allowed my displeasure to be known, though the underworlder remained adamant nonetheless. Through verbal threats and intimidation, I pressured him further into coercion. When it was evident that he was not relenting, I utilized Force Wound to apply physical pressure. Granted my mastery of such was still at a practical stage and not yet consolidated on a combative phase, yet I was able to bluff my way through by exploiting his lack of knowledge of the Force.

Through verbal refinement, I told him that the sensation he was feeling was a looming terror that will culminate onto his spine. Detailing of my knowledge of the human anatomy, I provided excruciating details on the slow degradation of his biological construct. Naturally the ability does not have that capacity yet faced with the unknown and an eerie sensation that he could not explain he slowly became more agitated. A mixture of verbal wit and mental persuasion snapped his adamant exterior, and he finally relented in fear of his biological autonomy. Skraven revealed the true scroll and told me to leave him alone. Yet I was not done yet, I demanded he return my funds in addition to interests for his transgression.

By the end of the ordeal, I had Felisia thoroughly inspect the scroll in which she confirmed it was the genuine article. Her interest in it peaked, and I had to reassert the fact that I required it for my own purpose. I requested my datapad back and imparted the initial sum of funds to her for her troubles, which I noted she deemed it to be second to knowledge, a sentiment I share as well but nonetheless I was not willing to part with the scroll.

I found myself at Th’Asidra on the medbay after a brief sparring lesson with Apprentice Siors. Though it could hardly be called such, he did not hold back as he continuously launched Force Repulse at me in close proximity which culminated to a fractured ribcage. There I lay broken which reminded me of my initial months in Horuset, where the medbay was my unspoken dormitory.

Neophyte Aregra made herself known, as she strides to the side of the bed, gazing at me with inquiries flowing out. After detailing what transpired to me, I in turn inquired questions of my own. Specifically regarding Sith artifacts and how to decipher encryptions from tablets and such. Naturally she noted that inquiry was not one out of random curiosity, she knows that all my actions and words always serves a purpose. She pointed it out and I provided the minimalist of answers, as all these required to remain in the veil of obscurity. She directed me to delve into High Sith and provided me the direction towards understanding the language itself as it was critical in the pursuit of alchemy.

I spent the majority of the next several days in learning the Sith language, more specifically High Sith. While I cannot achieve fluency or fluid comprehension, I was able to catalogue and map out symbols, runes and inscriptions into basic alphabetical orders. The pursuit to understand High Sith would take months if not years to understand, so I opted to create a repository to translate in the meantime. Through sleepless nights I was able to decipher the scroll and pinpoint a location where I believe the remnants of the Krath Cult hid the artifact in question.

I must gather my strength and recover. For tomorrow I shall embark on a journey to reclaim remnants of lost Sith teachings.