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21-04-2023, 12:32 PM
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((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, February 2017))
The Acolyte
Entry One: My First Weeks and Tsuotas Akira
*Stepping into the frame stands a rather tall, broad and bald humanoid. The tattoo markings on each side of his hairless head indicate that he is from a tribal background, the pale white skin and the brigh blue eyes betray him as a Rattataki. Clad in the blackened robes of a House Horuset acolyte, the Rattataki stands resolute and stoic with his hands neatly placed behind his back clasping together at the small of his back.*
"Acolyte Hirak Holo Diary Entry One.
I have just completed my second trial in the Dujozi. Safe to say there's a lot I haven't spoken about since joining the House from the Korriban Academy. I should probably start from my first day. I knew next to nothing and that was to be expected. The academy is weak. It shies away from the brutality of it's past as Empress Acina attempts to breed willing vassals not monsters of destruction. It pleased me greatly that I was treated like next to nothing during my first days as an Acolyte and from then on in.
I sought the knowledge I lacked speaking to the Pureblood Lords and Apprentice, such beings like Yutal, now Lord Tokiai, and Lord Saud, the daughter of Darth Horuset. It took weeks to get up to the same stage as acolytes like Trakaton, a pureblood of particular... worth.
The first trials we ran into breakaway troops, including the ilkek known as Jen'thra. I had to rely only on my battle instincts, and my limited force array. Regardless, we did the deed with limited casualties, despite Jen'thra escaping. Trakaton found a lighter which he gave to me..."
*Hirak pulls it out and flips it open, allowing the bright flame of the Twi'lek lighter to show before shutting it off, shoving it back into his pocket.*
"Safe to say I am rather fond of it now. Found another one too, hopefully more will follow.
The next trial involved a blunder on my part; I walked into the Rishi den where we were searching for Jen'thra's location still dressed as an acolyte and was beaten up by a rather brazen Mandalorian for it... including Trakaton trying to play the part. After this, I ended up using my presence as a way to distract and confuse the guards whilst the others got what we wanted in a series of cat and mouse with various demands from the patrons. We got the information we needed finally, group force pushed a rather angry pirate and then fled. I do wish we had left Theran behind... he's frightfully dim-witted and follows Trakaton around like a sick pup.
In between the information gathering trial and the next, a few of us took part in a raid of a rebel Lord's plaza. Myself, Trakaton, Zirvesh, Raeniu Vipion and a few others managed to enter the complex alongside the Massassi Korse, who proved a useful asset in the field. It was the first time we had ever taken down a Lord and his Apprentices. Surely if this is the kind of weakling the empire produces now, I am very glad and fortunate to be in such a strong house as the Horusets.
Off-world beast slaying was our last trial, and subsequently more worthy of my skills. Utilising the Rattataki battle tactics I learned growing up in the Gladiator pits of my homeworld, we approached the Rancor beast with glass spears made from sand and lightning to penetrate the beast's weaker spots. I had a perfect vantage point, able to cut into it's lower leg tendons from above on the ridge. It was glorious, the power and strength I felt from such a position... it was empowering to say the least. I felt as if my chains were truly broken in that moment.
Regardless, from that angle I happened to notice Zunda do a...
*Hirak smirks viciously showing his teeth and fangs, betraying the lie*
...terrible thing, gripping Theran's legs from under him so the Rancor could try trample him. A good thing the boy is so agile or he may have been crushed. What a shame...
It was not long after this that I was sorted into the Dujozi, or winners section in High Sith, by the Lords of House Horuset alongside Trakaton, Zirvesh, Raeniu and Zunda. We were the most formidable of the Acolytes, the best that they had forged in the trials and were to face more challenges to come. We were given more important missions, harder to fit our skillset. I won't lie, this went to my head. An arrogance blinded me...
We started off strong on Balmorra, heading to a Markaran Droid Factory owned by a rival Lord. We had spent a lot of time trying to convince the local populace that the traitor Kinima'ija, an acolyte who had betrayed the house to become an apprentice in another, was in fact doing the job. When we had scoured the factory, murdered the apprentices within and set it to self destruct, I utilised the dead body of one of the apprentices to write his name in blood on the outside walls. I suppose that when the factory exploded my bit of hubris also vanished. Yet, I was brazen and told Lord Saud of my doings. This was a bad decision... better to keep your mouth shut, Hirak."
*Hirak points away from himself, but seemingly as if talking into a mirror.*
"This lost me what should've been a perfect score. I won't make the same mistake again. And sure enough, I did not in the second trial. I took a firm lead, as Trakaton was absent. No point allowing the strongest Acolyte's absence to marr my performance. We went across the barren crystal wasteland of Ilum, approaching the base. Getting off our speeders and leaving them nearby, we traversed by foot the other way, eluding guards as we went until we eventually placed an ambush to the north where the commander of our alligned Imperial outpost had told us was the weakest sector. Destroying all in our path, we managed to steal their IDs and their clothes before venturing into the base. After that it was pretty easy to get inside.
This was the tough part though, a Miraluka apprentice lay within. This was a strong force wielder and he just out of nowhere opened the door and came out to approach Zirvesh who was nearby trying to open the door. I hate to admit it, but the way she fooled him long enough for myself and Raeniu to get inside was... impressive. She has a gift with words, enough to fool anyone. Perhaps I should try to learn more of that? I'm far too blunt. Anyway... Jen'thra lay within, the brazen cur. We managed to beat her down into submission and I flung her over my shoulder. By the time we opened the door to get out, Zunda and Zirvesh had begun massacring the Apprentice whilst he was confused and distracted. Safe to say that this was another Lord with pitiful minions. Bundling the unconscious Jen'thra into a box and covering her in medpacs and various clothes to disguise her, we snuck out of the complex whilst the rest of the base was distracted and headed back to Th'Asidra.
On the flagship, Lord Tokiai said I had performed adequately, which if you knew the Lord it meant very good as he never -ever- gives out compliments. Taking that in my stride, I proceeded to return Jen'thra to her rightful place, the ray shield prisons of the Horuset estate. There, I spoke with her for what felt like hours. She tried lecturing me, she was sobbing and crying about her friends, afeared by my face and what it represented. They always try to lecture me, but I have no need for it. I have beyond their attatchments, beyond their fear because I thrive on it. Their hatred and anger feeds me.
With that in mind, I'll be sure to unleash it all in the next trial. I cannot wait.
End Holo Recording."
*The holo record shuts off quickly, the image of the Rattataki disappears as well swiftly.*
The Acolyte
Entry One: My First Weeks and Tsuotas Akira
*Stepping into the frame stands a rather tall, broad and bald humanoid. The tattoo markings on each side of his hairless head indicate that he is from a tribal background, the pale white skin and the brigh blue eyes betray him as a Rattataki. Clad in the blackened robes of a House Horuset acolyte, the Rattataki stands resolute and stoic with his hands neatly placed behind his back clasping together at the small of his back.*
"Acolyte Hirak Holo Diary Entry One.
I have just completed my second trial in the Dujozi. Safe to say there's a lot I haven't spoken about since joining the House from the Korriban Academy. I should probably start from my first day. I knew next to nothing and that was to be expected. The academy is weak. It shies away from the brutality of it's past as Empress Acina attempts to breed willing vassals not monsters of destruction. It pleased me greatly that I was treated like next to nothing during my first days as an Acolyte and from then on in.
I sought the knowledge I lacked speaking to the Pureblood Lords and Apprentice, such beings like Yutal, now Lord Tokiai, and Lord Saud, the daughter of Darth Horuset. It took weeks to get up to the same stage as acolytes like Trakaton, a pureblood of particular... worth.
The first trials we ran into breakaway troops, including the ilkek known as Jen'thra. I had to rely only on my battle instincts, and my limited force array. Regardless, we did the deed with limited casualties, despite Jen'thra escaping. Trakaton found a lighter which he gave to me..."
*Hirak pulls it out and flips it open, allowing the bright flame of the Twi'lek lighter to show before shutting it off, shoving it back into his pocket.*
"Safe to say I am rather fond of it now. Found another one too, hopefully more will follow.
The next trial involved a blunder on my part; I walked into the Rishi den where we were searching for Jen'thra's location still dressed as an acolyte and was beaten up by a rather brazen Mandalorian for it... including Trakaton trying to play the part. After this, I ended up using my presence as a way to distract and confuse the guards whilst the others got what we wanted in a series of cat and mouse with various demands from the patrons. We got the information we needed finally, group force pushed a rather angry pirate and then fled. I do wish we had left Theran behind... he's frightfully dim-witted and follows Trakaton around like a sick pup.
In between the information gathering trial and the next, a few of us took part in a raid of a rebel Lord's plaza. Myself, Trakaton, Zirvesh, Raeniu Vipion and a few others managed to enter the complex alongside the Massassi Korse, who proved a useful asset in the field. It was the first time we had ever taken down a Lord and his Apprentices. Surely if this is the kind of weakling the empire produces now, I am very glad and fortunate to be in such a strong house as the Horusets.
Off-world beast slaying was our last trial, and subsequently more worthy of my skills. Utilising the Rattataki battle tactics I learned growing up in the Gladiator pits of my homeworld, we approached the Rancor beast with glass spears made from sand and lightning to penetrate the beast's weaker spots. I had a perfect vantage point, able to cut into it's lower leg tendons from above on the ridge. It was glorious, the power and strength I felt from such a position... it was empowering to say the least. I felt as if my chains were truly broken in that moment.
Regardless, from that angle I happened to notice Zunda do a...
*Hirak smirks viciously showing his teeth and fangs, betraying the lie*
...terrible thing, gripping Theran's legs from under him so the Rancor could try trample him. A good thing the boy is so agile or he may have been crushed. What a shame...
It was not long after this that I was sorted into the Dujozi, or winners section in High Sith, by the Lords of House Horuset alongside Trakaton, Zirvesh, Raeniu and Zunda. We were the most formidable of the Acolytes, the best that they had forged in the trials and were to face more challenges to come. We were given more important missions, harder to fit our skillset. I won't lie, this went to my head. An arrogance blinded me...
We started off strong on Balmorra, heading to a Markaran Droid Factory owned by a rival Lord. We had spent a lot of time trying to convince the local populace that the traitor Kinima'ija, an acolyte who had betrayed the house to become an apprentice in another, was in fact doing the job. When we had scoured the factory, murdered the apprentices within and set it to self destruct, I utilised the dead body of one of the apprentices to write his name in blood on the outside walls. I suppose that when the factory exploded my bit of hubris also vanished. Yet, I was brazen and told Lord Saud of my doings. This was a bad decision... better to keep your mouth shut, Hirak."
*Hirak points away from himself, but seemingly as if talking into a mirror.*
"This lost me what should've been a perfect score. I won't make the same mistake again. And sure enough, I did not in the second trial. I took a firm lead, as Trakaton was absent. No point allowing the strongest Acolyte's absence to marr my performance. We went across the barren crystal wasteland of Ilum, approaching the base. Getting off our speeders and leaving them nearby, we traversed by foot the other way, eluding guards as we went until we eventually placed an ambush to the north where the commander of our alligned Imperial outpost had told us was the weakest sector. Destroying all in our path, we managed to steal their IDs and their clothes before venturing into the base. After that it was pretty easy to get inside.
This was the tough part though, a Miraluka apprentice lay within. This was a strong force wielder and he just out of nowhere opened the door and came out to approach Zirvesh who was nearby trying to open the door. I hate to admit it, but the way she fooled him long enough for myself and Raeniu to get inside was... impressive. She has a gift with words, enough to fool anyone. Perhaps I should try to learn more of that? I'm far too blunt. Anyway... Jen'thra lay within, the brazen cur. We managed to beat her down into submission and I flung her over my shoulder. By the time we opened the door to get out, Zunda and Zirvesh had begun massacring the Apprentice whilst he was confused and distracted. Safe to say that this was another Lord with pitiful minions. Bundling the unconscious Jen'thra into a box and covering her in medpacs and various clothes to disguise her, we snuck out of the complex whilst the rest of the base was distracted and headed back to Th'Asidra.
On the flagship, Lord Tokiai said I had performed adequately, which if you knew the Lord it meant very good as he never -ever- gives out compliments. Taking that in my stride, I proceeded to return Jen'thra to her rightful place, the ray shield prisons of the Horuset estate. There, I spoke with her for what felt like hours. She tried lecturing me, she was sobbing and crying about her friends, afeared by my face and what it represented. They always try to lecture me, but I have no need for it. I have beyond their attatchments, beyond their fear because I thrive on it. Their hatred and anger feeds me.
With that in mind, I'll be sure to unleash it all in the next trial. I cannot wait.
End Holo Recording."
*The holo record shuts off quickly, the image of the Rattataki disappears as well swiftly.*
