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21-04-2023, 01:29 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, October 2017))
The Sith Lord
Entry 31: The Night before the Storm
*Hirak steps into the frame of the holoprojection. He’d be adorned in what looked like Lordly robes. He’d be maskless, whilst the frill of his new adorned clothing would curl up behind his neck, a long cape would swoop down behind his back. The chestguard and the shoulderpads would indicate his status. As Hirak walks into view he remains exceptionally stoic in his presence. He’d regard the camera for a moment before smirking, as if he were simply an acolyte again. Offering the palm of his hands, Hirak would use them to indicate his new attire.*
“Amusing, right? A Rattataki in such fancy robes. My Master bade me to find more appropriate clothing as I am now a Lord of the Sith. So I have, and I rather enjoy the fanciful nature of it. No doubt I will return to a hooded robe eventually, but seeing as well… tomorrow is the big day, there’s nothing more that I would enjoy than to simply -feel- my title’s full grandeur.
But I digress. I am rather in a good mood, despite the feelings from my other compatriots. You see, in our planning for the upcoming assault against Zarrious myself and Trakaton have been busy. We’ve enlisted the help of a few others, those who have a connection to the exile himself as well. The lorekeeper Lord Jadie Priaa, her apprentice Aljo and another apprentice called Occularis, who was taken by the wretch Sith Cautus. I mentioned her previously… she was an annoyance, and I still consider her one - a pest who caused me more issues than help. Her involvement has… tempered my anger towards her somewhat however. I’ve learnt to restrict myself fully in the times that she’s been present. Perhaps at some point we may see eye to eye, but I shall be wary for now for today is not the day.
We had been working hard continuously the last few months to find ways to stop Zarrious and his shade army…. more on what those are later. We even discovered that his old master, Hazlem, was still living despite the fact that Zarrious claimed to have killed him. How wrong he was; I feel that this is a recurring trend. Regardless, Aljo handled herself well during the meeting and we managed to gather some information about how the Shades worked with Hazlem eventually offered his own aid in the battle so long as what was his temple was returned. I have no doubt that Lord Priaa and her contingent will see that he is -not- rewarded. One as slippery as Hazlem cannot be trusted. He should be put down.
And so, everything was put in place… we had a night to rest and prepare for tomorrow. It was an evening that went by too quickly, far quicker than it should’ve done. More than likely due to the nature of our plan.”
*Hirak opens his hands wide to motion to the Kalkoran estate before pointing outside towards where the door to his room would be.*
“Out there, Trakaton, now Lord Kalkoran, sat with his wife-to-be Aregra. Alongside them was Lord Priaa and Zaryaa Kalkoran, Zhaixe Kalkoran and even Apprentice Temekel. It was a… happy occasion. I have not been that happy in a long time, a moment to relax and simply drink tea whilst enjoying the company of those around me. Contentment… it is a strange feeling to have.
And in that great mood I gave Zaryaa what she had been looking for. She had asked me for aid in taking another's lightsaber, and at the time it had been aimed at that wretched fool Acarious. But instead I thought that I was going to take her along to kill Stygian. I thought It might rectify our troublesome relation by offering her the chance at the lightsaber she so desperately desired, and a way to impress her master. Although she did not take part in the fighting she was useful in the operation, so I took the lightsaber from the Apprentice of Stygian. It was a double bladed lightsaber, and I explained that she forgotten it in the ship after she claimed it from another apprentice. How she wishes to deal with it, and use it for herself, is up to her but I said that I had no doubt that she would find a way. She seemed gracious in receiving the gift, and pledged that she would find a way to use it against our enemies. Despite all our differences, I know Zaryaa will safe-guard the Kalkorans alongside Zhaixe long after me and Trakaton eventually perish.”
*Hirak taps a hand against his chin in thought.*
“Which could be tomorrow. So, a good thing she does have her lightsaber. Eventually Zhaixe will too, and the cycle will continue. But enough of that doom and gloom. I'll head back to the sitting room and continue my conversation with Apprentice Aljo who arrived before I left. If this is the last time I post in this holodiary, I wish it known that if someone finds this after my death that it should be given to Izasi for safe-keeping. If I survive, one day all of this will be put into a holocron. If not.. a reminder for those who attempt the hubris of killing a Darth.
End transmission.”
*Hirak pauses looking into the camera for a moment as his reflection suddenly turns sour. It's clear from his facial expression that his previous comments went down like a lead brick. He’d continue his stare before twisting away leaving for good as the blue light of the holo-recorder disappeared into the device.*
The Sith Lord
Entry 31: The Night before the Storm
*Hirak steps into the frame of the holoprojection. He’d be adorned in what looked like Lordly robes. He’d be maskless, whilst the frill of his new adorned clothing would curl up behind his neck, a long cape would swoop down behind his back. The chestguard and the shoulderpads would indicate his status. As Hirak walks into view he remains exceptionally stoic in his presence. He’d regard the camera for a moment before smirking, as if he were simply an acolyte again. Offering the palm of his hands, Hirak would use them to indicate his new attire.*
“Amusing, right? A Rattataki in such fancy robes. My Master bade me to find more appropriate clothing as I am now a Lord of the Sith. So I have, and I rather enjoy the fanciful nature of it. No doubt I will return to a hooded robe eventually, but seeing as well… tomorrow is the big day, there’s nothing more that I would enjoy than to simply -feel- my title’s full grandeur.
But I digress. I am rather in a good mood, despite the feelings from my other compatriots. You see, in our planning for the upcoming assault against Zarrious myself and Trakaton have been busy. We’ve enlisted the help of a few others, those who have a connection to the exile himself as well. The lorekeeper Lord Jadie Priaa, her apprentice Aljo and another apprentice called Occularis, who was taken by the wretch Sith Cautus. I mentioned her previously… she was an annoyance, and I still consider her one - a pest who caused me more issues than help. Her involvement has… tempered my anger towards her somewhat however. I’ve learnt to restrict myself fully in the times that she’s been present. Perhaps at some point we may see eye to eye, but I shall be wary for now for today is not the day.
We had been working hard continuously the last few months to find ways to stop Zarrious and his shade army…. more on what those are later. We even discovered that his old master, Hazlem, was still living despite the fact that Zarrious claimed to have killed him. How wrong he was; I feel that this is a recurring trend. Regardless, Aljo handled herself well during the meeting and we managed to gather some information about how the Shades worked with Hazlem eventually offered his own aid in the battle so long as what was his temple was returned. I have no doubt that Lord Priaa and her contingent will see that he is -not- rewarded. One as slippery as Hazlem cannot be trusted. He should be put down.
And so, everything was put in place… we had a night to rest and prepare for tomorrow. It was an evening that went by too quickly, far quicker than it should’ve done. More than likely due to the nature of our plan.”
*Hirak opens his hands wide to motion to the Kalkoran estate before pointing outside towards where the door to his room would be.*
“Out there, Trakaton, now Lord Kalkoran, sat with his wife-to-be Aregra. Alongside them was Lord Priaa and Zaryaa Kalkoran, Zhaixe Kalkoran and even Apprentice Temekel. It was a… happy occasion. I have not been that happy in a long time, a moment to relax and simply drink tea whilst enjoying the company of those around me. Contentment… it is a strange feeling to have.
And in that great mood I gave Zaryaa what she had been looking for. She had asked me for aid in taking another's lightsaber, and at the time it had been aimed at that wretched fool Acarious. But instead I thought that I was going to take her along to kill Stygian. I thought It might rectify our troublesome relation by offering her the chance at the lightsaber she so desperately desired, and a way to impress her master. Although she did not take part in the fighting she was useful in the operation, so I took the lightsaber from the Apprentice of Stygian. It was a double bladed lightsaber, and I explained that she forgotten it in the ship after she claimed it from another apprentice. How she wishes to deal with it, and use it for herself, is up to her but I said that I had no doubt that she would find a way. She seemed gracious in receiving the gift, and pledged that she would find a way to use it against our enemies. Despite all our differences, I know Zaryaa will safe-guard the Kalkorans alongside Zhaixe long after me and Trakaton eventually perish.”
*Hirak taps a hand against his chin in thought.*
“Which could be tomorrow. So, a good thing she does have her lightsaber. Eventually Zhaixe will too, and the cycle will continue. But enough of that doom and gloom. I'll head back to the sitting room and continue my conversation with Apprentice Aljo who arrived before I left. If this is the last time I post in this holodiary, I wish it known that if someone finds this after my death that it should be given to Izasi for safe-keeping. If I survive, one day all of this will be put into a holocron. If not.. a reminder for those who attempt the hubris of killing a Darth.
End transmission.”
*Hirak pauses looking into the camera for a moment as his reflection suddenly turns sour. It's clear from his facial expression that his previous comments went down like a lead brick. He’d continue his stare before twisting away leaving for good as the blue light of the holo-recorder disappeared into the device.*
