![[-]](https://www.horuset.com/images/igame/collapse.png "[-]")
21-04-2023, 01:36 PM
((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, November 2017))
Entry 34: The Charity Ball
*The Rattataki Sith Lord was dressed in the red adorned lordly robe with the cape flowing out the back of the tightly fitted chestpiece that wrapped around his broad pectorals. Moving his hand to his neck he unclipped the drape as it fell down, whilst his other hand pressed something on the side of his neck causing the mask to peel off the Sith’s face.*
“I have witnessed possibly the strangest occurrence of political suicide. Whilst I might not be so publicly detestful of his twi’lek mistress, Darth Iradox has finally lost his last grip on sanity. This rodent of a Rutian preached her Jedi-like sympathies to a room of Sith and Imperials alike; an embarrassment beyond any other. If she had been my apprentice I would have killed her immediately due to the embarrassment of such actions, let alone an ex-slave fiancée. The thought of it boils my blood to a rage I could not fathom into words. Yet within that is a sense of pity… pity for a bloodline lost in heresy. Thankfully Aregra’s personal stock is admirable though in time I shall forge her into the wife she should be. Best to keep that notion quiet from her husband to be though.
The gathering itself, known as the Charity Ball, a rather Jedi-like naming in itself, had good intentions. By good, I mean they served a purpose. For those who have the commanding capability above that of a womp rat will understand that morale is important to the war effort. In fact it is exceptionally important. For even during the Jedi Civil War, which I extend my thanks to the Lorekeeper and Trakaton for giving me more information on the topic, Jedi Bastila Shan’s battle meditation was key to victory alike Naga Sadow’s during his campaign for supremacy. Of course, Bastila’s was inherently worse as she is Jedi scum.”
*Hirak coughs, clearing his throat at his last comment following it up with what appears to be the cheekiest smirk one might ever possibly see on this Rattataki’s face.*
“To tip the balance in your favour, morale of those fighting the battle is important and what better way to show the Empire still supports the imperial dynasties and enterprise than offer funds of reparation to the families of the fallen so they can continue to support the Empire’s visions with their lives. Perhaps almost like livestock…”
*Hirak moves a hand to tap his pale face, the racial tattoos visible as he turns his head slightly as his nose ring wobbles. A hairless frown appears on his forehead.*
“But I digress. I entered the ball sadly late, I missed the opening speech. I would note that the transcript afterwards was insightful; no heresy was insinuated in that. In fact, it made sense. As the event progressed, the Kalkoran powerbase offered credits to orphanages which we later found out had been named after us. I'm sure that the one in question will become useful, force sensitives and such ripped from its plump resources or a stream of ready soldiers for the imperial segment prepared to die for an Empire that kept their lives well... lively. Either way, there will be some providence procured from our decision.
As the ball progressed I spoke with various members of the well known ilk that patrol Dromund Kaas, like Darth Iradox himself, Lord Ahlaro and Darth Avar, some further Nyash spawn and various other unrecognisable sith. Some members of House Horuset who also attended like Neophytes Vaenra and Siors, as well as the Lorekeeper were seen about discussing their various pseudo-unimportant opinions. Trakaton also brought his new apprentice Zutauha Ronith. She is most curious, and has been useful in the past. In the sense that she has not died fetching animals for me and my bestiary. I am sure the faith Trakaton has put in ber capabilities is not misplaced. I wonder if she’ll consider my watchful gaze? Regardless, she was present. I also met a Rattataki Acolyte who I spoke to for a short while. She seemed shy, and tamed. A pity. I had high hopes. Another useless alien, how I tire of them.
By the end of course, the Rutian Kelly made her speech and that is when the occasion went sour. Sensing the emotion running through the room, myself and Trakaton recalled House Horuset assets back to us and from there we began to depart whilst the raucous continued promptly. An inquisitor quickly stepped into the fray, and that was the last I saw.
My thoughts on the occasion are pretty obvious in private but for now I shall reserve judgement. In fact, I've found time to issue a challenge to Iradox’s apprentice and personal bodyguard Lord Moric Dar. As far as I know, he’s one of the most able soldiers that is known through the powerbase. More fierce than Tokiai, more powerful than Saud. I have no doubt that even my master would find that he’d only eventually win under duress. But that is why I shall fight him. After all, I have a reputation to keep up and power to harness.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves a hand across the breadth of thin air in front of him, the hum of the holodevice stops and a clicking sound is heard as it begins to turn off. The light disappears into the mechanical emitter before it entirely comes to a close.*
Entry 34: The Charity Ball
*The Rattataki Sith Lord was dressed in the red adorned lordly robe with the cape flowing out the back of the tightly fitted chestpiece that wrapped around his broad pectorals. Moving his hand to his neck he unclipped the drape as it fell down, whilst his other hand pressed something on the side of his neck causing the mask to peel off the Sith’s face.*
“I have witnessed possibly the strangest occurrence of political suicide. Whilst I might not be so publicly detestful of his twi’lek mistress, Darth Iradox has finally lost his last grip on sanity. This rodent of a Rutian preached her Jedi-like sympathies to a room of Sith and Imperials alike; an embarrassment beyond any other. If she had been my apprentice I would have killed her immediately due to the embarrassment of such actions, let alone an ex-slave fiancée. The thought of it boils my blood to a rage I could not fathom into words. Yet within that is a sense of pity… pity for a bloodline lost in heresy. Thankfully Aregra’s personal stock is admirable though in time I shall forge her into the wife she should be. Best to keep that notion quiet from her husband to be though.
The gathering itself, known as the Charity Ball, a rather Jedi-like naming in itself, had good intentions. By good, I mean they served a purpose. For those who have the commanding capability above that of a womp rat will understand that morale is important to the war effort. In fact it is exceptionally important. For even during the Jedi Civil War, which I extend my thanks to the Lorekeeper and Trakaton for giving me more information on the topic, Jedi Bastila Shan’s battle meditation was key to victory alike Naga Sadow’s during his campaign for supremacy. Of course, Bastila’s was inherently worse as she is Jedi scum.”
*Hirak coughs, clearing his throat at his last comment following it up with what appears to be the cheekiest smirk one might ever possibly see on this Rattataki’s face.*
“To tip the balance in your favour, morale of those fighting the battle is important and what better way to show the Empire still supports the imperial dynasties and enterprise than offer funds of reparation to the families of the fallen so they can continue to support the Empire’s visions with their lives. Perhaps almost like livestock…”
*Hirak moves a hand to tap his pale face, the racial tattoos visible as he turns his head slightly as his nose ring wobbles. A hairless frown appears on his forehead.*
“But I digress. I entered the ball sadly late, I missed the opening speech. I would note that the transcript afterwards was insightful; no heresy was insinuated in that. In fact, it made sense. As the event progressed, the Kalkoran powerbase offered credits to orphanages which we later found out had been named after us. I'm sure that the one in question will become useful, force sensitives and such ripped from its plump resources or a stream of ready soldiers for the imperial segment prepared to die for an Empire that kept their lives well... lively. Either way, there will be some providence procured from our decision.
As the ball progressed I spoke with various members of the well known ilk that patrol Dromund Kaas, like Darth Iradox himself, Lord Ahlaro and Darth Avar, some further Nyash spawn and various other unrecognisable sith. Some members of House Horuset who also attended like Neophytes Vaenra and Siors, as well as the Lorekeeper were seen about discussing their various pseudo-unimportant opinions. Trakaton also brought his new apprentice Zutauha Ronith. She is most curious, and has been useful in the past. In the sense that she has not died fetching animals for me and my bestiary. I am sure the faith Trakaton has put in ber capabilities is not misplaced. I wonder if she’ll consider my watchful gaze? Regardless, she was present. I also met a Rattataki Acolyte who I spoke to for a short while. She seemed shy, and tamed. A pity. I had high hopes. Another useless alien, how I tire of them.
By the end of course, the Rutian Kelly made her speech and that is when the occasion went sour. Sensing the emotion running through the room, myself and Trakaton recalled House Horuset assets back to us and from there we began to depart whilst the raucous continued promptly. An inquisitor quickly stepped into the fray, and that was the last I saw.
My thoughts on the occasion are pretty obvious in private but for now I shall reserve judgement. In fact, I've found time to issue a challenge to Iradox’s apprentice and personal bodyguard Lord Moric Dar. As far as I know, he’s one of the most able soldiers that is known through the powerbase. More fierce than Tokiai, more powerful than Saud. I have no doubt that even my master would find that he’d only eventually win under duress. But that is why I shall fight him. After all, I have a reputation to keep up and power to harness.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves a hand across the breadth of thin air in front of him, the hum of the holodevice stops and a clicking sound is heard as it begins to turn off. The light disappears into the mechanical emitter before it entirely comes to a close.*
