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21-04-2023, 01:18 PM
((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, September 2017))
Entry 25: Korriban and the Exile
*Hirak limps into the scene, he is unmasked and in a very bad state. His body looks as if it has been through the works, chomped and chewed out or at least his gait and his facial expression offers that feeling. Hiraks face radiates rage after he sits down in front of the holorecorder. The red eyes burn with sheer hatred and fury, his entire face grimaces into an ungodly, nasty expression.*
“Zarrious will die. He will be buried and put away for good. The damn bastard meddles too much, he interferes with EVERYTHING! If it were up to me we would deal with him in the standard way a Rattataki would with a Blothan Wersoo, a blood war. But the Empire has laws, it has it’s ways and now with Empress Acina in charge such infighting is frowned upon.
We will need to plan our attack carefully.”
*Hirak sighs loudly before bringing his hands to his face, rubbing the whole front part of his head with the palms of his hand.*
“It happened like this. I had spent the last few days, weeks even, fighting other apprentices in the pits of Korriban - ranging from strangers to those within House Vossen whom I had met on many occasions. Many of these times my master, Darth Horuset, had witnessed my triumph expecting nothing less than a sure victory from his apprentice. I wish to maintain my strength in his eyes… if that ever slips I know my death will follow.
But it was after one of these occasions where Zarrious approached the Dark Lord whilst my colleague Trakaton was still nearby. He goaded us with his words, talking of connections and how Trakaton had visited him. I interjected as did Trakaton and the Dark Lord snapped. He sent us back to Th’Asidra’s bridge so that he might speak with us alone. So we approached the main deck, fuming that Zarrious had slighted us with his devilish, snake like tone and wording only to find the Dark Lord there. He was disappointed, and spoke with rage. He turned on me and Trakaton, lifting us both into the air with the force before choking us almost to death before launching lightning at full strength into our bodies charting them almost instantly before we were launched backwards with a force push to the far end of the bridge. We lay there, barely conscious until someone at some point dragged us to the Med bay.
We lay there, seething whilst Temekel Vipion and Zhaixe Kalkoran tended to our broken bodies. Such hatred had never before seethed between the both of us. Such raw hatred. It was pure and beautiful. Yet, at the time, all I wanted was the exile’s head. Then our master returned and in our barely conscious state he let us give into our darkest desires:
‘You will kill the Exile.’
He told us, his dark presence surrounding us as we seethed in our med bay beds. The tension surrounding our entire being was pushed to the highest level, even Temekel regarded us with a sense of caution as we drifted in and out of consciousness. Trakaton and I were connected by one goal entirely: to wipe Zarrious from the face of existence.
And so we shall, Dark Master, so we shall…”
*Hirak allows the recording to linger on his depraved, hatred filled face. Both eyes wide and wild that sparkle with hope and excitement. Clearly Hirak is taking in multiple emotions but at least one thing is for certain, those red scarred eyes look excited at the prospect of war.*
"Eventually, the two acolytes Elayzek and Zutauha released us from our kolto prison. We had much to discuss and many wished to speak with us seeing as we had spent a full day within a kolto tank without any contact to the outside world. No doubt I seethed the entire day away, my mind spent from the singular nature of my hatred. It had been a long time since anyone had knocked Tokiai off the top list.
For now, we wait - and train. Our vengeance will be absolute."
*Hirak waits a few moments, allowing his eyes to rest upon the recorder's camera lens for dramatic effect. He eventually waves his hand towards it causing the holorecorder shuts off finally, the blue light disappearing back within the emitter*
Entry 25: Korriban and the Exile
*Hirak limps into the scene, he is unmasked and in a very bad state. His body looks as if it has been through the works, chomped and chewed out or at least his gait and his facial expression offers that feeling. Hiraks face radiates rage after he sits down in front of the holorecorder. The red eyes burn with sheer hatred and fury, his entire face grimaces into an ungodly, nasty expression.*
“Zarrious will die. He will be buried and put away for good. The damn bastard meddles too much, he interferes with EVERYTHING! If it were up to me we would deal with him in the standard way a Rattataki would with a Blothan Wersoo, a blood war. But the Empire has laws, it has it’s ways and now with Empress Acina in charge such infighting is frowned upon.
We will need to plan our attack carefully.”
*Hirak sighs loudly before bringing his hands to his face, rubbing the whole front part of his head with the palms of his hand.*
“It happened like this. I had spent the last few days, weeks even, fighting other apprentices in the pits of Korriban - ranging from strangers to those within House Vossen whom I had met on many occasions. Many of these times my master, Darth Horuset, had witnessed my triumph expecting nothing less than a sure victory from his apprentice. I wish to maintain my strength in his eyes… if that ever slips I know my death will follow.
But it was after one of these occasions where Zarrious approached the Dark Lord whilst my colleague Trakaton was still nearby. He goaded us with his words, talking of connections and how Trakaton had visited him. I interjected as did Trakaton and the Dark Lord snapped. He sent us back to Th’Asidra’s bridge so that he might speak with us alone. So we approached the main deck, fuming that Zarrious had slighted us with his devilish, snake like tone and wording only to find the Dark Lord there. He was disappointed, and spoke with rage. He turned on me and Trakaton, lifting us both into the air with the force before choking us almost to death before launching lightning at full strength into our bodies charting them almost instantly before we were launched backwards with a force push to the far end of the bridge. We lay there, barely conscious until someone at some point dragged us to the Med bay.
We lay there, seething whilst Temekel Vipion and Zhaixe Kalkoran tended to our broken bodies. Such hatred had never before seethed between the both of us. Such raw hatred. It was pure and beautiful. Yet, at the time, all I wanted was the exile’s head. Then our master returned and in our barely conscious state he let us give into our darkest desires:
‘You will kill the Exile.’
He told us, his dark presence surrounding us as we seethed in our med bay beds. The tension surrounding our entire being was pushed to the highest level, even Temekel regarded us with a sense of caution as we drifted in and out of consciousness. Trakaton and I were connected by one goal entirely: to wipe Zarrious from the face of existence.
And so we shall, Dark Master, so we shall…”
*Hirak allows the recording to linger on his depraved, hatred filled face. Both eyes wide and wild that sparkle with hope and excitement. Clearly Hirak is taking in multiple emotions but at least one thing is for certain, those red scarred eyes look excited at the prospect of war.*
"Eventually, the two acolytes Elayzek and Zutauha released us from our kolto prison. We had much to discuss and many wished to speak with us seeing as we had spent a full day within a kolto tank without any contact to the outside world. No doubt I seethed the entire day away, my mind spent from the singular nature of my hatred. It had been a long time since anyone had knocked Tokiai off the top list.
For now, we wait - and train. Our vengeance will be absolute."
*Hirak waits a few moments, allowing his eyes to rest upon the recorder's camera lens for dramatic effect. He eventually waves his hand towards it causing the holorecorder shuts off finally, the blue light disappearing back within the emitter*
