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21-04-2023, 01:18 PM
((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, September 2017))
Entry 24: Political Boogaloo
*Hirak steps into frame in a long, black hooded robe. His mask is kept on, allowing his voice to twist and turn into tears usual robotic gait.*
“Apprentice Trakaton and myself never aimed to be politicians, you know? We never wanted to spend our lives not having to tussle with the varying factions to find balance and to keep safe our very existence; to dull their blades whilst keeping ours sharp. Yet, here we are and in order to keep with that focus we’ve been focusing on gaining allies. Due to the nature of this holodiary and the potential of it falling into the wrong hands, I am wary of revealing just who supports the Kalkoran Powerbase.”
*Hirak pauses for a moment*
“Indeed, the first time I've mentioned that phrasing. The Kalkoran powerbase is the powerbase myself and Trakaton share. We honour our pact by working together for power rather than drawing it away for personal glory. So far, it is has been interesting. The leg work has been shared by the two of us and a vast amount of contact has been made.
Our experiences have differed. One such notable person was Lord Seisu Nyash, adopted daughter of Darth Iradox. I've grown accustomed to the Spicy Tea that Purebloods drink. One in particular is a blend that Seisu’s brother, Darth Libertas, overseeing in her family’s name. It is called Doprallian and through sheer constant consumption I have developed a taste for its sharp, earthy punishment. Perhaps my palette prefers it more than Trakaton’s. An amusing concept.
Yet we ever press onwards. I will never forget what Lord Saud told me. She said I needed to be wise to Sith Politics, to understand the flow of power and how to twist people to my needs. It is often ironic that she fell victim to my own traps. A brilliant teacher, I suppose…
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves a hand and walks off screen. The holodiary projector shuts off and the blue light retreats back into its metallic shell.*
Entry 24: Political Boogaloo
*Hirak steps into frame in a long, black hooded robe. His mask is kept on, allowing his voice to twist and turn into tears usual robotic gait.*
“Apprentice Trakaton and myself never aimed to be politicians, you know? We never wanted to spend our lives not having to tussle with the varying factions to find balance and to keep safe our very existence; to dull their blades whilst keeping ours sharp. Yet, here we are and in order to keep with that focus we’ve been focusing on gaining allies. Due to the nature of this holodiary and the potential of it falling into the wrong hands, I am wary of revealing just who supports the Kalkoran Powerbase.”
*Hirak pauses for a moment*
“Indeed, the first time I've mentioned that phrasing. The Kalkoran powerbase is the powerbase myself and Trakaton share. We honour our pact by working together for power rather than drawing it away for personal glory. So far, it is has been interesting. The leg work has been shared by the two of us and a vast amount of contact has been made.
Our experiences have differed. One such notable person was Lord Seisu Nyash, adopted daughter of Darth Iradox. I've grown accustomed to the Spicy Tea that Purebloods drink. One in particular is a blend that Seisu’s brother, Darth Libertas, overseeing in her family’s name. It is called Doprallian and through sheer constant consumption I have developed a taste for its sharp, earthy punishment. Perhaps my palette prefers it more than Trakaton’s. An amusing concept.
Yet we ever press onwards. I will never forget what Lord Saud told me. She said I needed to be wise to Sith Politics, to understand the flow of power and how to twist people to my needs. It is often ironic that she fell victim to my own traps. A brilliant teacher, I suppose…
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves a hand and walks off screen. The holodiary projector shuts off and the blue light retreats back into its metallic shell.*
