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21-04-2023, 01:37 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, December 2017))
Entry 36: The Second Vossen Party
*Dressed elegantly in a deep red material chest covering with a cape attached to the tops of his shoulders, the billowing material seemingly stretched down to the floor touching it lightly at it’s end. Hirak’s beast mask disintegrates from covering his face as he steps into frame, his right hand moving away from his neck . The Rattataki sighs and then offers an astute smile towards the camera before speaking, the holorecorder offering a pure version of his vocal tones.*
“Darth Vossen is an amiable host, one that has in the past both proven to be pro an empowered empire in the face of the alliance’s dubious connections as well as a woman of strength and mind. Indeed, such tenacity has caused the powerbase to offer her an alliance and one that mutually benefits both us and the Empire. Synergy with the Dark Side. No doubt when the war restarts our fury will overcome the pathetic Jedi…
Moving past the obvious politics, we were all ushered onto theVossen flagship, the ISS Praetorian, finding ourselves in a central eastern section of the ship where sofas and a bar were laid out for the guests pleasure. We were the first to arrive: myself and Trakaton were naturally invited, so we brought along some of the more prominent Apprentices of the generation below us. Apprentices Tashha, Soyut and Trakaton’s new apprentice Zutauha who is the matriarch of the Ronith family. We also brought the Kalkoran heir Zhaixe, an astute if not rather… ugly Pureblood.”
*Hirak shivers slightly, starting from his shoulders then descending down to his feet almost. A full body repulsion.*
“I will never understand long hair it must feel so waxy upon one’s scalp an-... nevermind, I digress. I like the boy regardless of his outward appearance, unlike Cautus whom I hate entire both outwardly and inwardly. And of course, we met up with Aregra, the bride to be of my colleague.
Eventually a toast was made, and we toasted to the empire and the old ways like the true traditionalists we are. I made sure that I led by example. I overheard the Raeth lot toast to progression. Much like their resolve and philosophy it was a weak attempt at countering our offertory words. So then once all was said and done we mingled with many of the other guests.
I however had a single matter in mind. The blademaster of House Raeth was an alien called Ailac. I know my master has had good interaction with him, whether or not his distaste for aliens has been tempered by my apprenticeship is unknown, but there is no bad blood there. I converted with him and asked for a spar. He accepted and told me to meet him in one of the training rooms after business had concluded. So, after I had gathered a fair few contacts more on behalf of my powerbase I ventured forward to the upper atrium of the Dreadnought to find the Twi’lek blademaster.
As we stepped into the square ray shield arena, I gauged him up and down and throughout our spar I recognised what type of saberist is trained in Raeth. Defensive, full of counters and movements. They wait and tire their foes. Though, regardless, I pressed the attack and kept viciously affronting the twi’lek Lord to test my theory. It was a resounding success. He reacted to my moves before enacting his own, backing away and recovering after a combination. It was only until I forced his hand utilising tràkata that he utilised his second weapon in Jar’kai. At this point I had found my peak in terms of visible fatigue, I was dipping and angered by the infallible defence. A wrong love cost me a disarm, and a shiim strike.
Although the match had ended I had learned a lot more, I had understood what the other Twi’lek was thinking whether he’d blindly retreat or if he watched me like a hawk. The latter was the answer, and it's been useful to observe such.
So afterwards I returned to my colleague and the apprentices, having changed again and made myself presentable once more. I got a drink, enjoyed people watching and then called it a night. Truly, it was a very different occasion than last time
But memorable I suppose in its own way.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves a hand before the blue light suddenly disappears back into the device to signal the end of the recording loop. After a few moments the machine shuts down completely with a slow clicking sound.*
Entry 36: The Second Vossen Party
*Dressed elegantly in a deep red material chest covering with a cape attached to the tops of his shoulders, the billowing material seemingly stretched down to the floor touching it lightly at it’s end. Hirak’s beast mask disintegrates from covering his face as he steps into frame, his right hand moving away from his neck . The Rattataki sighs and then offers an astute smile towards the camera before speaking, the holorecorder offering a pure version of his vocal tones.*
“Darth Vossen is an amiable host, one that has in the past both proven to be pro an empowered empire in the face of the alliance’s dubious connections as well as a woman of strength and mind. Indeed, such tenacity has caused the powerbase to offer her an alliance and one that mutually benefits both us and the Empire. Synergy with the Dark Side. No doubt when the war restarts our fury will overcome the pathetic Jedi…
Moving past the obvious politics, we were all ushered onto theVossen flagship, the ISS Praetorian, finding ourselves in a central eastern section of the ship where sofas and a bar were laid out for the guests pleasure. We were the first to arrive: myself and Trakaton were naturally invited, so we brought along some of the more prominent Apprentices of the generation below us. Apprentices Tashha, Soyut and Trakaton’s new apprentice Zutauha who is the matriarch of the Ronith family. We also brought the Kalkoran heir Zhaixe, an astute if not rather… ugly Pureblood.”
*Hirak shivers slightly, starting from his shoulders then descending down to his feet almost. A full body repulsion.*
“I will never understand long hair it must feel so waxy upon one’s scalp an-... nevermind, I digress. I like the boy regardless of his outward appearance, unlike Cautus whom I hate entire both outwardly and inwardly. And of course, we met up with Aregra, the bride to be of my colleague.
Eventually a toast was made, and we toasted to the empire and the old ways like the true traditionalists we are. I made sure that I led by example. I overheard the Raeth lot toast to progression. Much like their resolve and philosophy it was a weak attempt at countering our offertory words. So then once all was said and done we mingled with many of the other guests.
I however had a single matter in mind. The blademaster of House Raeth was an alien called Ailac. I know my master has had good interaction with him, whether or not his distaste for aliens has been tempered by my apprenticeship is unknown, but there is no bad blood there. I converted with him and asked for a spar. He accepted and told me to meet him in one of the training rooms after business had concluded. So, after I had gathered a fair few contacts more on behalf of my powerbase I ventured forward to the upper atrium of the Dreadnought to find the Twi’lek blademaster.
As we stepped into the square ray shield arena, I gauged him up and down and throughout our spar I recognised what type of saberist is trained in Raeth. Defensive, full of counters and movements. They wait and tire their foes. Though, regardless, I pressed the attack and kept viciously affronting the twi’lek Lord to test my theory. It was a resounding success. He reacted to my moves before enacting his own, backing away and recovering after a combination. It was only until I forced his hand utilising tràkata that he utilised his second weapon in Jar’kai. At this point I had found my peak in terms of visible fatigue, I was dipping and angered by the infallible defence. A wrong love cost me a disarm, and a shiim strike.
Although the match had ended I had learned a lot more, I had understood what the other Twi’lek was thinking whether he’d blindly retreat or if he watched me like a hawk. The latter was the answer, and it's been useful to observe such.
So afterwards I returned to my colleague and the apprentices, having changed again and made myself presentable once more. I got a drink, enjoyed people watching and then called it a night. Truly, it was a very different occasion than last time
But memorable I suppose in its own way.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves a hand before the blue light suddenly disappears back into the device to signal the end of the recording loop. After a few moments the machine shuts down completely with a slow clicking sound.*
