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21-04-2023, 01:12 PM
((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, April 2017))
Entry 18: Lord Zarrious and Ziost
*Hirak steps into shot, this time he wears this deep read coloured mask, pointed like a skull that sits idly on his head, connected somewhat to his actually reddened battle armour, casting a ominous shade across his character. His amber eyes are still seen through the clear substance that covers the eye holes. An aura of death would clearly be seen around him, as if he'd just come from a world where life was scoured. He'd sit down wearily in a chair nearby before speaking anything. His voice would emit an ominous robotic tone, one that almost devours his original tone, but still introduces inflexion and other important aspects of speaking*
"I've seen death itself. I've stared into the void where only the Dark Side exists as an almost living entity and it's terrifying. Such power... such grand power is beyond anyone's imagination and it's glory is so... mind bending. It could twist anyone not in touch with the Dark Side into a vassal of insanity. But... I shall get onto that in a moment.
I've decided to wear a mask. Now that I am the Dark Lord's apprentice I am his tool, his weapon, an extension of his will that none can question. I must be sharp, I must be ruthless and beyond all I must be smart. The mask conceals my identity to those who do not need to know. I have no doubt that those within the house will know who I am, they know that I am of Rattataki origin. This mask allows me to become something more than Hirak, I can become Sith, I can be faceless - a terrifying image of cruelty, malice and hate. I almost look forward to people questioning the choice, although some already have. The mask itself is an interesting feature. I've installed a recording device into it's matrixes so that I can take both visual and audio recordings of my surroundings. Of course, what footage I see is based on the 180 degree vision I have from the design I have made. I cannot film things from behind me. This allows me to advance my training capabilities by being able to rewatch my sessions with the Dark Lord at any time if I need to totally adapt my fighting style. A useful device to have. I can also retract it in a matter of seconds to a small pin I've attached to the left side of my neck. All I do is press this button..."
*Hirak's left hand moves up to his left neck and he presses a slot on that left hand side and the mask starts to retract, folding away neatly from his face in a rapid movement that takes about 6-7 seconds to complete, 'disintegrating' down into the small square shaped button that sits neatly on the left hand side of his neck. Hirak then smirks widly and opens up his hands as he speaks.*
"As you can see, a useful device for when I should reveal my idenity. Makes things far quicker than taking off the helmet, despite the downside of having this little square attached to my face."
*Hirak then drops his hands after pointing out the small square on his neck. He then presses it again and allows the mask to unfurl back up across his head. A simple process that takes about 7-8 seconds.*
"Regardless, this will be an interesting tool to use.
Onto more important matters, the Dark Lord also granted myself and Trakaton the freedom to request training from Zarrious. As the only real blademaster teacher currently residing in this house, I thought it apt to approach him for such training. He trained me vigorously in double-bladed Ataru, a technique he himself seems very familiar in. It was a hard working lesson and I learnt a lot, especially from watching him move. It's progressed my capabilities with the weapon no end, as well as increased the time I can stay in the form for during my training sessions. I must remind myself to practice against Zunda... hm. No matter.
The second training is what I refer to at the beginning of this recording. Lord Zarrious took us to the desolate planet of Ziost. He walked us past corpses turned to ash, stuck in their mummified forms. The feeling of the air.. it felt like nothingness. Both myself and Trakaton felt this as a desperate void of life. Lord Zarrious called it power. I'm inclined to agree, but such power is... beyond our capabilities. So we trudged on to the edge of a ruined temple area with a shrine. There, Lord Zarrious trained us. Trakaton was to defend himself with his blade whilst I was to dodge. Both of these were to augment our original capabilities in our preferred forms: Trakaton's Djem So and my Ataru.
Lord Zarrious struck out of the shadows with his lightsaber, he'd appear quickly to strike Trakaton then force me to move, then try the other way around, using our blind spots to force us into everything possible. He'd then use force abilities to completely blow us apart or lightning to force us to utilise our terrain. Pain, anger and hatred drove us to not die as Zarrious did not hold back, at least... not entirely. By the end, I had utilised my force augmented dodging skills and telekinesis to try to drive him off and by the end myself and Trakaton ended up working in tandem as we always end up slipping into. He applaued our unity but not before he unleashed the full strength of his power and blasted us back into the wall despite a combined force barrier effort. We were like putty to his strength... I'd not felt such a dark side aura since the Dark Lord. Truly, when I think about it, Therdel was a fool to consider ever having a chance against him in a real fight.
At that we had finished the training and so Lord Zarrious told us our path would be hard, our training would almost bring us to death's door but if we survived we'd be powerful. So he left us there, on that hellhole, to find our own way out. He broke our holocoms and left us there to find a way off. So... we did.
We camped, scavenged and scoured what little we could of parts left over before we eventually got a signal out. I will never forget the feeling of that place. It almost makes me pity Temekel to think she was there before it all happened. To have known it before... would surely break her mind now to go back.
End transmission."
*Hirak waves his hand at the holorecorder before moving out of the scene. The blue light would dip away back into the machine, retracting into the small circular disk shaped device that produced it before shutting off.*
Entry 18: Lord Zarrious and Ziost
*Hirak steps into shot, this time he wears this deep read coloured mask, pointed like a skull that sits idly on his head, connected somewhat to his actually reddened battle armour, casting a ominous shade across his character. His amber eyes are still seen through the clear substance that covers the eye holes. An aura of death would clearly be seen around him, as if he'd just come from a world where life was scoured. He'd sit down wearily in a chair nearby before speaking anything. His voice would emit an ominous robotic tone, one that almost devours his original tone, but still introduces inflexion and other important aspects of speaking*
"I've seen death itself. I've stared into the void where only the Dark Side exists as an almost living entity and it's terrifying. Such power... such grand power is beyond anyone's imagination and it's glory is so... mind bending. It could twist anyone not in touch with the Dark Side into a vassal of insanity. But... I shall get onto that in a moment.
I've decided to wear a mask. Now that I am the Dark Lord's apprentice I am his tool, his weapon, an extension of his will that none can question. I must be sharp, I must be ruthless and beyond all I must be smart. The mask conceals my identity to those who do not need to know. I have no doubt that those within the house will know who I am, they know that I am of Rattataki origin. This mask allows me to become something more than Hirak, I can become Sith, I can be faceless - a terrifying image of cruelty, malice and hate. I almost look forward to people questioning the choice, although some already have. The mask itself is an interesting feature. I've installed a recording device into it's matrixes so that I can take both visual and audio recordings of my surroundings. Of course, what footage I see is based on the 180 degree vision I have from the design I have made. I cannot film things from behind me. This allows me to advance my training capabilities by being able to rewatch my sessions with the Dark Lord at any time if I need to totally adapt my fighting style. A useful device to have. I can also retract it in a matter of seconds to a small pin I've attached to the left side of my neck. All I do is press this button..."
*Hirak's left hand moves up to his left neck and he presses a slot on that left hand side and the mask starts to retract, folding away neatly from his face in a rapid movement that takes about 6-7 seconds to complete, 'disintegrating' down into the small square shaped button that sits neatly on the left hand side of his neck. Hirak then smirks widly and opens up his hands as he speaks.*
"As you can see, a useful device for when I should reveal my idenity. Makes things far quicker than taking off the helmet, despite the downside of having this little square attached to my face."
*Hirak then drops his hands after pointing out the small square on his neck. He then presses it again and allows the mask to unfurl back up across his head. A simple process that takes about 7-8 seconds.*
"Regardless, this will be an interesting tool to use.
Onto more important matters, the Dark Lord also granted myself and Trakaton the freedom to request training from Zarrious. As the only real blademaster teacher currently residing in this house, I thought it apt to approach him for such training. He trained me vigorously in double-bladed Ataru, a technique he himself seems very familiar in. It was a hard working lesson and I learnt a lot, especially from watching him move. It's progressed my capabilities with the weapon no end, as well as increased the time I can stay in the form for during my training sessions. I must remind myself to practice against Zunda... hm. No matter.
The second training is what I refer to at the beginning of this recording. Lord Zarrious took us to the desolate planet of Ziost. He walked us past corpses turned to ash, stuck in their mummified forms. The feeling of the air.. it felt like nothingness. Both myself and Trakaton felt this as a desperate void of life. Lord Zarrious called it power. I'm inclined to agree, but such power is... beyond our capabilities. So we trudged on to the edge of a ruined temple area with a shrine. There, Lord Zarrious trained us. Trakaton was to defend himself with his blade whilst I was to dodge. Both of these were to augment our original capabilities in our preferred forms: Trakaton's Djem So and my Ataru.
Lord Zarrious struck out of the shadows with his lightsaber, he'd appear quickly to strike Trakaton then force me to move, then try the other way around, using our blind spots to force us into everything possible. He'd then use force abilities to completely blow us apart or lightning to force us to utilise our terrain. Pain, anger and hatred drove us to not die as Zarrious did not hold back, at least... not entirely. By the end, I had utilised my force augmented dodging skills and telekinesis to try to drive him off and by the end myself and Trakaton ended up working in tandem as we always end up slipping into. He applaued our unity but not before he unleashed the full strength of his power and blasted us back into the wall despite a combined force barrier effort. We were like putty to his strength... I'd not felt such a dark side aura since the Dark Lord. Truly, when I think about it, Therdel was a fool to consider ever having a chance against him in a real fight.
At that we had finished the training and so Lord Zarrious told us our path would be hard, our training would almost bring us to death's door but if we survived we'd be powerful. So he left us there, on that hellhole, to find our own way out. He broke our holocoms and left us there to find a way off. So... we did.
We camped, scavenged and scoured what little we could of parts left over before we eventually got a signal out. I will never forget the feeling of that place. It almost makes me pity Temekel to think she was there before it all happened. To have known it before... would surely break her mind now to go back.
End transmission."
*Hirak waves his hand at the holorecorder before moving out of the scene. The blue light would dip away back into the machine, retracting into the small circular disk shaped device that produced it before shutting off.*
