![[-]](https://www.horuset.com/images/igame/collapse.png "[-]")
21-04-2023, 12:52 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, March 2017))
Entry 10: Of Rattatak and Saber Crystals
*Hirak moves into the frame and paces somewhat. After a short while of stepping across the floors of what likes like the Estate of House Vipion, their large decorated walls surrounding the locale just behind Hirak, the Rattataki brings out his hand as a compact glowing red crystal floats around it like a toy. Hirak stares at it for a moment, peering towards it with some malice before looking up. His eyes have changed, the once pale blue that many would've have known the Rattataki to possess has suddenly diluted into a sickening amber colour. Nothing quite remains of the Male's once peaceful, calm looking visage (except for the scarring of course) but rather a malestrom, a tempest as it were, of hatred and malice washing over his face. The amber eyes glow as the Apprentice stares towards the holorecorder. For a moment he seems lost in his thoughts, composing his mind, before putting the crystal away, standing up straight and talking to the recording device.*
"As you may have noticed a few things have changed. I'll explain why in a moment but the most important part of it all is that I now have achieved the hardest part. I have forged a red saber crystal from my own malice and hatred, my own connection to the Dark Side. It is attuned to me and me alone.
To do this I ventured to Rattatak with my master, Lord Tokiai. It had been years since I'd left there. I had spent the majority of my youth fighting and killing in the pits to the North under the Warlord Netekur, who was even by the standards of my people a ruthless bastard. Regardless, we pressed on scouring the barren plains for any sign of life. Eventually we came across a ruined shelter near the pits of the central lands, famed for their brutality. My master sat me down and taught me the way to harness the power of everything around me to build a crystal. He showed me the three steps, one could do it at once but it required some practice. He told me the following:
- 'You must draw on your emotions, feed your hatred, your suffering, your rage, your fear, call upon it and draw onto it. Then allow those emotions to reach out and connect with the planet around you, connect with the Dark Side aura of this and use it as a focus point. Draw it into yourself, draw all that power so that it connects with you. Pull it into your centre and focus it, combine it all into one single mind. Your mind must be resolute, or it will kill you, no chance to turn back you must be one hundred percent committed. Then you draw it up through your shoulders and down into your arms, with both hands facing towards the forge you must concentrate the energy into the dark side furnace to build the crystal. Once it's focused into your arms you will notice the crackling of the dark side forming akin to lightning around you. Then, with all your might draw it into the centre of your hand and pour as much power into it as you can give without dying. This process will drain you completely if done correctly and in one go. However, you can do this two ways: the first is by building it up piece by piece or you can do it in one go. Creating it all at once will make a far superior crystal.' -
So, with that knowledge in mind, I practiced and practiced. He made me do the first option multiple times so that I might be ready to do it all at once near the pit. At this point, Lord Tokiai left to allow me to continue my task undisturbed. Instead, a contact was sent, one of my own kind. His name was Uattoral and whilst much larger than me had a certain tact to his way of thinking. I made him call me my Lord, as he had forgotten but then also called him brother. He said to me 'Either you are a Sith or you are of Rattatak, you cannot be both'. And whilst I thought of that I realised he was right, and I had to make a decision over the course of the next few hours before I left.
So we ventured further south, down the mountains and into the back entrance of one of the arena pits, covered by the the huge rock formations of my homeworld."
*Hirak shudders at the thought and then reaches for a chair with the force, dragging it across the floor to him so that he might sit down which he does, still staring off into the holorecorder with dark brooding eyes.*
"I could feel the slaughter as soon as we got close. The Dark Side was so strong in this place, all the death only helped to augment it's original strength. So we ventured further inside, managing to blot out all the cameras so that we entered the Vipion booth unsuspected... Yes, I'm sure you wonder why House Vipion has a booth in a Rattatak arena? Well, so do I, but it must be because the Darth himself enjoys the sight of the Rattataki people... killing each other. That's besides the point... anyway, I move forward to the middle to sit down in a meditative position before the forge, ready to begin forming the crystal. The forge itself was not magnificent, it simply hummed with dark energies much like the arena. Simple in design, more akin to a crucible with tools and higher walled edges that surrounded the focal point of the furnace. Darkened red and streaks of black to fit the colour scheme one might imagine of a Saber Forge.
I began straight away... "
*Hirak then begins to show exactly what he did, sitting down himself on the floor he begins to do the actions, allowing the hatred, the fear and the intense agony of his past well up within him. The effects of this would clearly be shown by a large Dark Side aura of red surrounding him and eventually as the story goes, the effects he describes also happen except for the final product.*
"I drew it in, I thought of everything that had pained me. My fear of death, my fear of never being strong enough, my fear of failure, my hatred against those who had squashed me into the ground, my anger against all those who stood in my way, the rage I felt and the enjoyment of battle, the thrill of murdering those before me; those who stepped in my way of power. I funneled this energy into myself, and connected to my homeworld... and it, Glorious Rattatak, spoke back to me in ways I had forgotten but also never recognised. It roared with fury, with the power of the Dark Side, it strangled all my failures into one chokehold: success. I will succeed. The words in Rattataki poured out of me even as I did not speak, it thrummed around me like a chant egging me on. With such power surrounding me I drew it in and focused it into one furious direction. With no going back, with little doubt in my mind I forged on like I had nothing left to lose. I drew this power up through my core and into both my arms, allowing the dark purple lightning to crackle off me so intensely I thought it my rip me apart. But that pain, that agony, only thrust me onwards. It drove me towards my goal and I -LOVED- it. It was glorious.
And as my tribesmen, my own species, died before me in the area throwing their crimson blood around to spatter against our notable pale skin, I thrust all this energy from my hands into the darkened forge before me to burst into life a mighty crystal that will serve me. No faults, no cracks, simply my will alone infused in one single red crystal at the perfect size. It took everything from me almost, and I had to give that willingly. I did give that willingly. After I had forged it, I was spent; unable to move my whole body drained until it recovered, I simply just lay there. Uattoral approached me from the side and slapped me awake. It worked... it jolted my system and eventually after a few minutes rest I was able to stand up and claim my crystal, my glorious red crystal. It called to me.. and told me it's name. 'Kor'ak', it means 'The Bloodied' in my tongue. Bloodied with the energy of my homeworld and it's people, their lives forged me into what I truly am: a Sith."
*Hirak groans and stands up himself, disappating the aura that he had summoned around him. He looks back at the Holorecording with his amber eyes.*
"We left the cave and by that time I had made my decision about who I am. I turned to the larger beast that had escorted me and launched him backwards into a wall and told him to bow, which he did, for I -AM- Sith now, no longer just a Rattataki ex-slave...
So I left in the Vipion shuttle, I hope I never return unless it's to conquer the entire planet under my thumb.
End transmission."
*Hirak waves a hand, but instead of his usual smirk that betrays his vicious tendencies, he retains a pallid, stone-cold expression. This was no joke or game to him, but a serious notion. Regardless, after a moment the holorecording disappears back into the device.*
Entry 10: Of Rattatak and Saber Crystals
*Hirak moves into the frame and paces somewhat. After a short while of stepping across the floors of what likes like the Estate of House Vipion, their large decorated walls surrounding the locale just behind Hirak, the Rattataki brings out his hand as a compact glowing red crystal floats around it like a toy. Hirak stares at it for a moment, peering towards it with some malice before looking up. His eyes have changed, the once pale blue that many would've have known the Rattataki to possess has suddenly diluted into a sickening amber colour. Nothing quite remains of the Male's once peaceful, calm looking visage (except for the scarring of course) but rather a malestrom, a tempest as it were, of hatred and malice washing over his face. The amber eyes glow as the Apprentice stares towards the holorecorder. For a moment he seems lost in his thoughts, composing his mind, before putting the crystal away, standing up straight and talking to the recording device.*
"As you may have noticed a few things have changed. I'll explain why in a moment but the most important part of it all is that I now have achieved the hardest part. I have forged a red saber crystal from my own malice and hatred, my own connection to the Dark Side. It is attuned to me and me alone.
To do this I ventured to Rattatak with my master, Lord Tokiai. It had been years since I'd left there. I had spent the majority of my youth fighting and killing in the pits to the North under the Warlord Netekur, who was even by the standards of my people a ruthless bastard. Regardless, we pressed on scouring the barren plains for any sign of life. Eventually we came across a ruined shelter near the pits of the central lands, famed for their brutality. My master sat me down and taught me the way to harness the power of everything around me to build a crystal. He showed me the three steps, one could do it at once but it required some practice. He told me the following:
- 'You must draw on your emotions, feed your hatred, your suffering, your rage, your fear, call upon it and draw onto it. Then allow those emotions to reach out and connect with the planet around you, connect with the Dark Side aura of this and use it as a focus point. Draw it into yourself, draw all that power so that it connects with you. Pull it into your centre and focus it, combine it all into one single mind. Your mind must be resolute, or it will kill you, no chance to turn back you must be one hundred percent committed. Then you draw it up through your shoulders and down into your arms, with both hands facing towards the forge you must concentrate the energy into the dark side furnace to build the crystal. Once it's focused into your arms you will notice the crackling of the dark side forming akin to lightning around you. Then, with all your might draw it into the centre of your hand and pour as much power into it as you can give without dying. This process will drain you completely if done correctly and in one go. However, you can do this two ways: the first is by building it up piece by piece or you can do it in one go. Creating it all at once will make a far superior crystal.' -
So, with that knowledge in mind, I practiced and practiced. He made me do the first option multiple times so that I might be ready to do it all at once near the pit. At this point, Lord Tokiai left to allow me to continue my task undisturbed. Instead, a contact was sent, one of my own kind. His name was Uattoral and whilst much larger than me had a certain tact to his way of thinking. I made him call me my Lord, as he had forgotten but then also called him brother. He said to me 'Either you are a Sith or you are of Rattatak, you cannot be both'. And whilst I thought of that I realised he was right, and I had to make a decision over the course of the next few hours before I left.
So we ventured further south, down the mountains and into the back entrance of one of the arena pits, covered by the the huge rock formations of my homeworld."
*Hirak shudders at the thought and then reaches for a chair with the force, dragging it across the floor to him so that he might sit down which he does, still staring off into the holorecorder with dark brooding eyes.*
"I could feel the slaughter as soon as we got close. The Dark Side was so strong in this place, all the death only helped to augment it's original strength. So we ventured further inside, managing to blot out all the cameras so that we entered the Vipion booth unsuspected... Yes, I'm sure you wonder why House Vipion has a booth in a Rattatak arena? Well, so do I, but it must be because the Darth himself enjoys the sight of the Rattataki people... killing each other. That's besides the point... anyway, I move forward to the middle to sit down in a meditative position before the forge, ready to begin forming the crystal. The forge itself was not magnificent, it simply hummed with dark energies much like the arena. Simple in design, more akin to a crucible with tools and higher walled edges that surrounded the focal point of the furnace. Darkened red and streaks of black to fit the colour scheme one might imagine of a Saber Forge.
I began straight away... "
*Hirak then begins to show exactly what he did, sitting down himself on the floor he begins to do the actions, allowing the hatred, the fear and the intense agony of his past well up within him. The effects of this would clearly be shown by a large Dark Side aura of red surrounding him and eventually as the story goes, the effects he describes also happen except for the final product.*
"I drew it in, I thought of everything that had pained me. My fear of death, my fear of never being strong enough, my fear of failure, my hatred against those who had squashed me into the ground, my anger against all those who stood in my way, the rage I felt and the enjoyment of battle, the thrill of murdering those before me; those who stepped in my way of power. I funneled this energy into myself, and connected to my homeworld... and it, Glorious Rattatak, spoke back to me in ways I had forgotten but also never recognised. It roared with fury, with the power of the Dark Side, it strangled all my failures into one chokehold: success. I will succeed. The words in Rattataki poured out of me even as I did not speak, it thrummed around me like a chant egging me on. With such power surrounding me I drew it in and focused it into one furious direction. With no going back, with little doubt in my mind I forged on like I had nothing left to lose. I drew this power up through my core and into both my arms, allowing the dark purple lightning to crackle off me so intensely I thought it my rip me apart. But that pain, that agony, only thrust me onwards. It drove me towards my goal and I -LOVED- it. It was glorious.
And as my tribesmen, my own species, died before me in the area throwing their crimson blood around to spatter against our notable pale skin, I thrust all this energy from my hands into the darkened forge before me to burst into life a mighty crystal that will serve me. No faults, no cracks, simply my will alone infused in one single red crystal at the perfect size. It took everything from me almost, and I had to give that willingly. I did give that willingly. After I had forged it, I was spent; unable to move my whole body drained until it recovered, I simply just lay there. Uattoral approached me from the side and slapped me awake. It worked... it jolted my system and eventually after a few minutes rest I was able to stand up and claim my crystal, my glorious red crystal. It called to me.. and told me it's name. 'Kor'ak', it means 'The Bloodied' in my tongue. Bloodied with the energy of my homeworld and it's people, their lives forged me into what I truly am: a Sith."
*Hirak groans and stands up himself, disappating the aura that he had summoned around him. He looks back at the Holorecording with his amber eyes.*
"We left the cave and by that time I had made my decision about who I am. I turned to the larger beast that had escorted me and launched him backwards into a wall and told him to bow, which he did, for I -AM- Sith now, no longer just a Rattataki ex-slave...
So I left in the Vipion shuttle, I hope I never return unless it's to conquer the entire planet under my thumb.
End transmission."
*Hirak waves a hand, but instead of his usual smirk that betrays his vicious tendencies, he retains a pallid, stone-cold expression. This was no joke or game to him, but a serious notion. Regardless, after a moment the holorecording disappears back into the device.*
