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21-04-2023, 12:54 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, April 2017))
Entry 12: The Arious War Begins
*A hooded figure walks into the shot, he stumbles down into a chair and pulls away the hood to reveal the pale Rattataki skin, the hairless head and the scars marking his ascension in the gladitorial pits of Rattatak. The alien then eases aside his robe so that his chest can be seen, bandages cover it and it's clear surgery has been performed on it. Hirak would smirk deviously and cough, whincing in pain whilst his left hand comes off of the robe to point at the bandaged chest.*
"A glorious reminder of my new capabilities and the road ahead. Tonight began our war against the Arious Empire, the cretinous breakaway sith who'd proclaimed their own emperor and gone off into the further reaches of the galaxy to found their own Sith Empire whilst our own had crumbled in the war against Zakuul and the Eternal Throne. Darth Horuset gathered us all, including the acolytes. I'll take a moment to speak of these acolytes before I continue, as I have spoken of Raeniu, Therdel, Zirvesh, Zunda and Trakaton before.
The acolytes we have garnered since my time have been both... promising and disappointing. The few that joined us on this first assault included Tashha, Aljo, Occularis, Siors and Temekel. Tashha is a giant human with a few cybernetic enhancements. She's strong, poweful yet slow. Djem So tends to be her favoured stance and honestly I have no doubt that if she got the... right kind of training she might go far with it. I must mention I have seen Therdel eye her up once or twice, perhaps wondering if even he could take her."
*Hirak would chuckle at his joke and then grip his chest, the pain riveting through his body and by his facial expressiosn it would be rather clear.*
"Next is Aljo, a Lethan Twi'elk, a rare breed of sith acolyte not one you see often, perhaps almost as rare as my own kind in fact. Her favoured form is Ataru, her acrobatic skills allow her the dexterity not many have. If she manages to move out of Zaryaa's shadow then perhaps she could be useful to the House. Time will tell though. Occularis... I say that name with venom. She almost got me killed, the damn ilkek azk-azak! She once used Soresu at me and whilst I have no doubt she'll convert that into a form of Niman under Cautus' watchful eye, she's been to conditioned by slavery to be useful. Siors is a brute, a manic personality who I've noticed hates Vipions. On further inquiry it seems he has reason to... I'll have to make sure I punish him so my Master can delight in his agony. Regardless, he has skill latent and will no doubt unlock it if he, much like myself, can find a way past his bullheaded nature. Finally, Temekel. One of the few purebloods I can actually stand. She's humble and knowledgeable; a skilled medic in her profession. Other than that, I know very little of her capability other than her lack of any desire to fight. Perhaps Ziost has put a fear in her that is too strong.
These acolytes turned up alongside the apprentices and the Lord to be briefed by Darth Horuset who instructed us that the Arious Empire must die. We'd be engaging them and attacking their flagship, sending a strike team of all our Sith to kill their emperor and lay them low by cutting off their head. So that's what we did. We burst through their perimeters and landed in one of their hangers before using grappling hooks to get in through one of their upper story windows, utilising lightsabers to get in. After assembling we cut our way through swathes of them, butchering all we came across until we got to the bridge of the Arious ship. There, we faced their emperor and his retainer. My master, Lord Tokiai, took a bunch of us including Darth Horuset and Zarrious, the exile (I forgot to mention he was brought back to aid us on some sort of condition... no doubt treacherous), Lord Saud, Cautus, Zirvesh and myself to take them on and complete our mission. Trakaton took the acolytes and others to fight the soldiers still streaming out from the other sides of the ship.
As we approached the Emperor, the Dark Lord exchanged heated words and then attacked fighting a ferocious duel with the traitor. Myself and my Master took on a proficient Makashi user, using our dual saber strength to crush him. It was glorious, the thrill of true battle was amazing, it drove my anger and hatred of them to a sky-rocketing high. If I had been more proficient in Juyo then I would've sung the battle song like a god. Regardless, we forced him to utilise dark sith magic to turn himself into a Sith Spawn. A gigantic, terrible creature emerged with flailing swords for arms, a huge tail and a disgusting aura of decay that ate at your soul, your willpower, every notiong of positivity. It was terrifying, and I almost was killed by it. It wrenched a hole in my armour and tore a nasty slash in my chest whilst it was fighting my master. Thankfully, Zirvesh and I were called to lend him our strength and that allowed him to kill the beast. With the creature dead, Darth Horuset slaughtered the Arious Emperor and our task was complete but the war was not over..."
*Hirak shifts uncomfortably in his chair, a hand instinctively comes up to touch his chest whilst he moves*
"We gathered what we could of their data, intel on their ships and capabilities before scrambling back. I had to go to the medbay due to my injuries and there was seen to by Temekel. It was during this that I met Ovidian, an Arkanian wandering doctor who performed the surgery alongside her. Never before have I seen so many cybernetic attachments on a near-human. His skill was great, but it does not stop the numbing pain I feel currently... a lesson I'll never forget; never freeze when facing down a fearsome sithspawn. After this I came back here to update my holodiary so I wouldn't forget the details of the event... perhaps I'll muse on this when we win this war in hindsight.
End Transmission."
*Hirak wafts his right hand ominously at the holorecorder. He doesn't move but leans back and begins to breathe heavily, clearly speaking had taken it out of him and his tired body was starting to give in to needing sleep. Regardless, the blue beam of the holorecorder would eventually slam down back into the device.*
Entry 12: The Arious War Begins
*A hooded figure walks into the shot, he stumbles down into a chair and pulls away the hood to reveal the pale Rattataki skin, the hairless head and the scars marking his ascension in the gladitorial pits of Rattatak. The alien then eases aside his robe so that his chest can be seen, bandages cover it and it's clear surgery has been performed on it. Hirak would smirk deviously and cough, whincing in pain whilst his left hand comes off of the robe to point at the bandaged chest.*
"A glorious reminder of my new capabilities and the road ahead. Tonight began our war against the Arious Empire, the cretinous breakaway sith who'd proclaimed their own emperor and gone off into the further reaches of the galaxy to found their own Sith Empire whilst our own had crumbled in the war against Zakuul and the Eternal Throne. Darth Horuset gathered us all, including the acolytes. I'll take a moment to speak of these acolytes before I continue, as I have spoken of Raeniu, Therdel, Zirvesh, Zunda and Trakaton before.
The acolytes we have garnered since my time have been both... promising and disappointing. The few that joined us on this first assault included Tashha, Aljo, Occularis, Siors and Temekel. Tashha is a giant human with a few cybernetic enhancements. She's strong, poweful yet slow. Djem So tends to be her favoured stance and honestly I have no doubt that if she got the... right kind of training she might go far with it. I must mention I have seen Therdel eye her up once or twice, perhaps wondering if even he could take her."
*Hirak would chuckle at his joke and then grip his chest, the pain riveting through his body and by his facial expressiosn it would be rather clear.*
"Next is Aljo, a Lethan Twi'elk, a rare breed of sith acolyte not one you see often, perhaps almost as rare as my own kind in fact. Her favoured form is Ataru, her acrobatic skills allow her the dexterity not many have. If she manages to move out of Zaryaa's shadow then perhaps she could be useful to the House. Time will tell though. Occularis... I say that name with venom. She almost got me killed, the damn ilkek azk-azak! She once used Soresu at me and whilst I have no doubt she'll convert that into a form of Niman under Cautus' watchful eye, she's been to conditioned by slavery to be useful. Siors is a brute, a manic personality who I've noticed hates Vipions. On further inquiry it seems he has reason to... I'll have to make sure I punish him so my Master can delight in his agony. Regardless, he has skill latent and will no doubt unlock it if he, much like myself, can find a way past his bullheaded nature. Finally, Temekel. One of the few purebloods I can actually stand. She's humble and knowledgeable; a skilled medic in her profession. Other than that, I know very little of her capability other than her lack of any desire to fight. Perhaps Ziost has put a fear in her that is too strong.
These acolytes turned up alongside the apprentices and the Lord to be briefed by Darth Horuset who instructed us that the Arious Empire must die. We'd be engaging them and attacking their flagship, sending a strike team of all our Sith to kill their emperor and lay them low by cutting off their head. So that's what we did. We burst through their perimeters and landed in one of their hangers before using grappling hooks to get in through one of their upper story windows, utilising lightsabers to get in. After assembling we cut our way through swathes of them, butchering all we came across until we got to the bridge of the Arious ship. There, we faced their emperor and his retainer. My master, Lord Tokiai, took a bunch of us including Darth Horuset and Zarrious, the exile (I forgot to mention he was brought back to aid us on some sort of condition... no doubt treacherous), Lord Saud, Cautus, Zirvesh and myself to take them on and complete our mission. Trakaton took the acolytes and others to fight the soldiers still streaming out from the other sides of the ship.
As we approached the Emperor, the Dark Lord exchanged heated words and then attacked fighting a ferocious duel with the traitor. Myself and my Master took on a proficient Makashi user, using our dual saber strength to crush him. It was glorious, the thrill of true battle was amazing, it drove my anger and hatred of them to a sky-rocketing high. If I had been more proficient in Juyo then I would've sung the battle song like a god. Regardless, we forced him to utilise dark sith magic to turn himself into a Sith Spawn. A gigantic, terrible creature emerged with flailing swords for arms, a huge tail and a disgusting aura of decay that ate at your soul, your willpower, every notiong of positivity. It was terrifying, and I almost was killed by it. It wrenched a hole in my armour and tore a nasty slash in my chest whilst it was fighting my master. Thankfully, Zirvesh and I were called to lend him our strength and that allowed him to kill the beast. With the creature dead, Darth Horuset slaughtered the Arious Emperor and our task was complete but the war was not over..."
*Hirak shifts uncomfortably in his chair, a hand instinctively comes up to touch his chest whilst he moves*
"We gathered what we could of their data, intel on their ships and capabilities before scrambling back. I had to go to the medbay due to my injuries and there was seen to by Temekel. It was during this that I met Ovidian, an Arkanian wandering doctor who performed the surgery alongside her. Never before have I seen so many cybernetic attachments on a near-human. His skill was great, but it does not stop the numbing pain I feel currently... a lesson I'll never forget; never freeze when facing down a fearsome sithspawn. After this I came back here to update my holodiary so I wouldn't forget the details of the event... perhaps I'll muse on this when we win this war in hindsight.
End Transmission."
*Hirak wafts his right hand ominously at the holorecorder. He doesn't move but leans back and begins to breathe heavily, clearly speaking had taken it out of him and his tired body was starting to give in to needing sleep. Regardless, the blue beam of the holorecorder would eventually slam down back into the device.*
