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The file is labeled “Vipion-D-001”. It is not publicly available.
The audible click of a less-than quiet atmosphere being recorded as a figure appears into view. Apprentice Daxze Vipion, looking as much intoxicated on the Dark Side as ever. A pale skin mottled with dark veins and blood vessels. Ridges and red flesh marred by what seemed to be old age as her chapped lips betray her first words:
"This will become a part of my legacy. A detailing of my journey to immortality. A gift I can bestow upon my son when he is ready. On my husband, when he too is ready."
The Sith reaches for the folds of her robes and pulls them wide open, revealing her naked form. There is nothing pleasant about the sight. A body littered with scars and blemishes but what springs to the viewer's eye most is sickly skin sticking to bare bones. There is not an ounce of body fat on this creature nor is there any muscular mass. Ribs clearly visible and a hollow area right below the ribcage. As if the Sith has indeed shed any and all internal organs.
“The first stage of my transformation is evident. A weakness. My muscles have atrophied into nothingness.”, she states bluntly while running a lithe finger across her boney arm. She then does the same with her neck, taking time to run her fingers across a heavily bulging vein. “This is a test. Moments of great power are always superseded with one.” Her attention snaps back to the holorecorder. “But that is only the physical. Occularis has assured me the Dark Side does not come easily. It must be earned through hardship and in return, its power shall be mine. I am in … significant hardship. I have been convinced of its power and will not further fight it. Corruption is a fickle word coined by weak Sith. No, -my- gift will be eternal.”
The Sith stands there, in view, for several long minutes. Unwavering, her chest heaving as raspy breaths feed decrepit lungs. Whatever she was displaying, whatever the point was she was conveying towards the viewer. It was profane and steeped in the Dark Side of the Force. Thin lips part to reveal wicked sharp teeth, a grin, aimed at the recorder right before the holo reaches its end.
"This will become a part of my legacy. A detailing of my journey to immortality. A gift I can bestow upon my son when he is ready. On my husband, when he too is ready."
The Sith reaches for the folds of her robes and pulls them wide open, revealing her naked form. There is nothing pleasant about the sight. A body littered with scars and blemishes but what springs to the viewer's eye most is sickly skin sticking to bare bones. There is not an ounce of body fat on this creature nor is there any muscular mass. Ribs clearly visible and a hollow area right below the ribcage. As if the Sith has indeed shed any and all internal organs.
“The first stage of my transformation is evident. A weakness. My muscles have atrophied into nothingness.”, she states bluntly while running a lithe finger across her boney arm. She then does the same with her neck, taking time to run her fingers across a heavily bulging vein. “This is a test. Moments of great power are always superseded with one.” Her attention snaps back to the holorecorder. “But that is only the physical. Occularis has assured me the Dark Side does not come easily. It must be earned through hardship and in return, its power shall be mine. I am in … significant hardship. I have been convinced of its power and will not further fight it. Corruption is a fickle word coined by weak Sith. No, -my- gift will be eternal.”
The Sith stands there, in view, for several long minutes. Unwavering, her chest heaving as raspy breaths feed decrepit lungs. Whatever she was displaying, whatever the point was she was conveying towards the viewer. It was profane and steeped in the Dark Side of the Force. Thin lips part to reveal wicked sharp teeth, a grin, aimed at the recorder right before the holo reaches its end.
