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Ever Rising
The figure of the pale man would enter the frame of the holorecording, sporting a different kind of armour from his usual blood red one. Dark in colour and almost skintight, decorated in belts and studs, and upon his belt buckle a painted image of a coiled snake, ready to strike. He seems tired. Really tired. Glassy eyes staring at the hypothetical viewer.
"It's been a while, has it not? A lot of things have happened since my last entry. Not all of them worthy of recollection, of course, but some are more important than others. My projects, first of all. The most important thing on my mind right now. We finally have a formula, four of them in fact. The only thing left to do now is to find which one is the most appropriate and perform large-scale testing."
He chuckles
"I thought I would have to resort to testing it out on an innocent populace. Thankfully I have found a better target. A gang. Traffickers, spice pushers, criminal scum. Perfect target to test out the component's aggression-diminishing effects, really. And when it has taken hold of them completely, I will gather a force to wipe them out. Showcase its effectiveness."
The Echani smiles, quite proud of himself
"And the other projects...The cybernetics research has halted for now as I await the response of Lord Carnifex. Perhaps I will source the components on my own anyways, I want this project finished already, it's not ambitious enough for my liking. Sarias held me back...But now the structure of the Powerbase has changed and Lord Vipion controls the Bestiary. With enough persuasive power, perhaps I can convince her to take me in as her Apprentice and let go of Caltrys. What use does she have of her anyways, her place is among nobles, spinning her little webs. Perfect candidate for Iezkon's Sphere, I keep telling the Lord..."
He scoffs, his expression souring
"She does not listen. But she will, lest she wants to lose me. My ambition will not be fettered. Not anymore."
There is a long pause as the man looks down in contemplation, twirling a lock of snow white hair around his finger
"I had to help Viren. I owed him as much. But in doing so I inadvertently sabotaged the Lord Vipion's ally in their competition for power. I hope I haven't done much damage... Not that he has any real chance of winning, of course. Hazlem is a true heir of Lord Sanguinis, in resolve, mindset and tactics. And an effortless confidence in herself that Viren simply lacks. For all his posturing, I can just feel his desperation...his desire to fill in shoes far bigger than his feet. I know it because I see it in myself first."
The man smiles, bitterly
"Perhaps he needs some humbling. It will be sweet to witness, after all the torment he has caused me..."
"What else...ah yes, that red clown, Veilak. I cannot, for the life of me, understand his motives. He has helped me, however, and he seems to admire me. Finds me inspiring, even. I have never had anyone express something like this before. I hope I will not have to take him down in the future, he has started to grow on me. Well, if his Master refuses to teach him proper etiquette, I will do it myself. Were I Sith already I would have stolen him from that wretched man, but alas I am not. Not like that will stop me--I will make sure he does not end up like Syllel..."
The man nods with a resolute expression, waving his hand as the recording ends
The figure of the pale man would enter the frame of the holorecording, sporting a different kind of armour from his usual blood red one. Dark in colour and almost skintight, decorated in belts and studs, and upon his belt buckle a painted image of a coiled snake, ready to strike. He seems tired. Really tired. Glassy eyes staring at the hypothetical viewer.
"It's been a while, has it not? A lot of things have happened since my last entry. Not all of them worthy of recollection, of course, but some are more important than others. My projects, first of all. The most important thing on my mind right now. We finally have a formula, four of them in fact. The only thing left to do now is to find which one is the most appropriate and perform large-scale testing."
He chuckles
"I thought I would have to resort to testing it out on an innocent populace. Thankfully I have found a better target. A gang. Traffickers, spice pushers, criminal scum. Perfect target to test out the component's aggression-diminishing effects, really. And when it has taken hold of them completely, I will gather a force to wipe them out. Showcase its effectiveness."
The Echani smiles, quite proud of himself
"And the other projects...The cybernetics research has halted for now as I await the response of Lord Carnifex. Perhaps I will source the components on my own anyways, I want this project finished already, it's not ambitious enough for my liking. Sarias held me back...But now the structure of the Powerbase has changed and Lord Vipion controls the Bestiary. With enough persuasive power, perhaps I can convince her to take me in as her Apprentice and let go of Caltrys. What use does she have of her anyways, her place is among nobles, spinning her little webs. Perfect candidate for Iezkon's Sphere, I keep telling the Lord..."
He scoffs, his expression souring
"She does not listen. But she will, lest she wants to lose me. My ambition will not be fettered. Not anymore."
There is a long pause as the man looks down in contemplation, twirling a lock of snow white hair around his finger
"I had to help Viren. I owed him as much. But in doing so I inadvertently sabotaged the Lord Vipion's ally in their competition for power. I hope I haven't done much damage... Not that he has any real chance of winning, of course. Hazlem is a true heir of Lord Sanguinis, in resolve, mindset and tactics. And an effortless confidence in herself that Viren simply lacks. For all his posturing, I can just feel his desperation...his desire to fill in shoes far bigger than his feet. I know it because I see it in myself first."
The man smiles, bitterly
"Perhaps he needs some humbling. It will be sweet to witness, after all the torment he has caused me..."
"What else...ah yes, that red clown, Veilak. I cannot, for the life of me, understand his motives. He has helped me, however, and he seems to admire me. Finds me inspiring, even. I have never had anyone express something like this before. I hope I will not have to take him down in the future, he has started to grow on me. Well, if his Master refuses to teach him proper etiquette, I will do it myself. Were I Sith already I would have stolen him from that wretched man, but alas I am not. Not like that will stop me--I will make sure he does not end up like Syllel..."
The man nods with a resolute expression, waving his hand as the recording ends
