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21-04-2023, 01:39 PM
((originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, January 2018))
Entry 39: Siors, Apprentice to Sanguinis
*Hirak appears suddenly as the holodevice springs into life. Clad in a new outfit but still sporting the same mask, Hirak stands tall. A billowing single colour cape falls down at his back whilst two spaulders cover his shoulders of clear metallic design. The front of the chestpiece design zigzags with purpose across his sternum wrapping around to his back. Twin metallic boots stretch up his shins to his knees connected under matte styled trousers. With his hands tucked underneath the cape clasped behind his back, Hirak began to speak with his usual robotic gait.*
“I first met Siors in the training pit in the Horuset Spire. We were both acolytes at the time. He was in Tsuotas Jiaka, the failures and I in Dujozi, the victors. I remember him as this… strange looking human, with gelled pointy hair that stuck up at the front with this absent goofy expression. He always considered himself to be some prodigy, some strong fighter who could beat anyone. Well, he thought so until I broke him in hand to hand combat, forced him into submission and asserted my dominance. Siors was one of many I pummeled on my way upwards, he was just a footnote in my history. Eventually, I ascended as an apprentice and started my real training to become a Sith. Another acolyte season on and Siors, who had his throat ripped out by Tokiai for ‘huffing’, as an example of his idiocy, only just to survive due to the medical bots, was chosen as the apprentice of my ally Therdel. Therdel began to teach him but such teaching was cut short as the Alderaanian Sith left to pursue his own power leaving both bullheaded apprentice and the powerbase by the wayside. The boy barely improved, left to his own devices he was lost like a lonely goat on an island away from home only just learning how to swim. But the sea is filled with all manners of deadly creatures. So, out of pity I took him and taught him how to make a saber crystal. Obviously I had him kill his family first to create a powerful place of dark side energy in which he could a saber force to craft his first crystal.
So he killed them, and made his crystal. I’ve heard rumours that he utilised some of their blood and placed it within the crimson crystal but I hardly care for the details. From then on the path was his own until recently. After I took the Lord title as mine, I had a few acolytes and neophytes interested in my teaching but too afraid to learn from an alien. Too afraid of doing what it takes to be noticed. After all, I outmanoeuvred two Sith Lords to be noticed by Darth Horuset, my own master, when barely an apprentice.So this was consistent they all disappointed me and even now when I watch them with their own masters they disappoint me still. Everyone except Siors. Don’t get me wrong, he was very disappointing at times but his tenacity was impressive. He kept coming back asking for tasks and even when he failed he kept bashing his head against the wall hoping it would fall. Eventually that wall fell hard.
His first task was the get me the head of Korse. The massassi was once a pet of Tokiai until it grew too attached to Zirvesh, so myself and her threw the creature out and exiled the beast under the orders our then master. Now, her death was required by further higher orders so I sent Siors to do the work. After sometime it was accomplished and I handed the head to Tokiai personally. It took Siors a long time to do this thus his lack of urgency annoyed me. Whilst patience is not a Sith virtue, it is part of being deceptive and training oneself to understand the sure thrill of deception is a positive regardless.
Next I tested him in combat against three acolytes. I had hoped he’s string them together more, make them work as his underlings to push me to my limit but it was made very clear to me that he is just a brute who rushes forward and doesn't stop until something's dead, like a Marauder. He doesn't think or plan before he moves often. Sometimes that works, and sometimes it does not. He is not aware of anything further currently. So I bested the four with Subjugate and the single blade. My interest was peaked however, as I do have uses for a brute. So, I staged the next part of my plan.”
*Hirak moved a hand to his metallic chin, tapping it in thought before continuing to speak towards the camera slowly as if to savour the process of his mind at work.*
“I gave him an impossible task. Best a Lord in single combat. If he had won, I knew this boy from Tatooine was a worthy apprentice. If he lost but performed admirably, he’d be an apprentice to mould into something stronger but if he lost utterly he’d have nothing left to give me except his life. Of course, Siors did the last option. He miscalculated. So when he returned I paraded him like a mule, I scorned him so he knew just how pathetic he really was and then finally when his emotions sky rocketed and he had nothing but horrendous rage mixed with disappointment I asked him what more he had to offer me other than his failure and miserable existence? Then he screamed the following:”
*Hirak moves a hand up to his neck and presses something. The following voice belong to Siors, and it played out of what seemed to be Hirak’s mask.*
*Hirak let the silence after allow the words to sink in before continuing himself.*
“So I took him, with his life very much placed in my hands like a grip. Though I have not trained him since he ascended as an apprentice, I will correct the bad habits instilled in erratic behaviour so that he has a use now that he is mine. When his training is complete I shall have forged him into a lethal weapon. One that will be aimed at all my enemies and those who do not bend the knee.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves his right hand across towards the camera before the holodisplay of himself ends and the blue hue light dissolves down into the machine once again. After a short few moments the device stops humming to switch off.*
Entry 39: Siors, Apprentice to Sanguinis
*Hirak appears suddenly as the holodevice springs into life. Clad in a new outfit but still sporting the same mask, Hirak stands tall. A billowing single colour cape falls down at his back whilst two spaulders cover his shoulders of clear metallic design. The front of the chestpiece design zigzags with purpose across his sternum wrapping around to his back. Twin metallic boots stretch up his shins to his knees connected under matte styled trousers. With his hands tucked underneath the cape clasped behind his back, Hirak began to speak with his usual robotic gait.*
“I first met Siors in the training pit in the Horuset Spire. We were both acolytes at the time. He was in Tsuotas Jiaka, the failures and I in Dujozi, the victors. I remember him as this… strange looking human, with gelled pointy hair that stuck up at the front with this absent goofy expression. He always considered himself to be some prodigy, some strong fighter who could beat anyone. Well, he thought so until I broke him in hand to hand combat, forced him into submission and asserted my dominance. Siors was one of many I pummeled on my way upwards, he was just a footnote in my history. Eventually, I ascended as an apprentice and started my real training to become a Sith. Another acolyte season on and Siors, who had his throat ripped out by Tokiai for ‘huffing’, as an example of his idiocy, only just to survive due to the medical bots, was chosen as the apprentice of my ally Therdel. Therdel began to teach him but such teaching was cut short as the Alderaanian Sith left to pursue his own power leaving both bullheaded apprentice and the powerbase by the wayside. The boy barely improved, left to his own devices he was lost like a lonely goat on an island away from home only just learning how to swim. But the sea is filled with all manners of deadly creatures. So, out of pity I took him and taught him how to make a saber crystal. Obviously I had him kill his family first to create a powerful place of dark side energy in which he could a saber force to craft his first crystal.
So he killed them, and made his crystal. I’ve heard rumours that he utilised some of their blood and placed it within the crimson crystal but I hardly care for the details. From then on the path was his own until recently. After I took the Lord title as mine, I had a few acolytes and neophytes interested in my teaching but too afraid to learn from an alien. Too afraid of doing what it takes to be noticed. After all, I outmanoeuvred two Sith Lords to be noticed by Darth Horuset, my own master, when barely an apprentice.So this was consistent they all disappointed me and even now when I watch them with their own masters they disappoint me still. Everyone except Siors. Don’t get me wrong, he was very disappointing at times but his tenacity was impressive. He kept coming back asking for tasks and even when he failed he kept bashing his head against the wall hoping it would fall. Eventually that wall fell hard.
His first task was the get me the head of Korse. The massassi was once a pet of Tokiai until it grew too attached to Zirvesh, so myself and her threw the creature out and exiled the beast under the orders our then master. Now, her death was required by further higher orders so I sent Siors to do the work. After sometime it was accomplished and I handed the head to Tokiai personally. It took Siors a long time to do this thus his lack of urgency annoyed me. Whilst patience is not a Sith virtue, it is part of being deceptive and training oneself to understand the sure thrill of deception is a positive regardless.
Next I tested him in combat against three acolytes. I had hoped he’s string them together more, make them work as his underlings to push me to my limit but it was made very clear to me that he is just a brute who rushes forward and doesn't stop until something's dead, like a Marauder. He doesn't think or plan before he moves often. Sometimes that works, and sometimes it does not. He is not aware of anything further currently. So I bested the four with Subjugate and the single blade. My interest was peaked however, as I do have uses for a brute. So, I staged the next part of my plan.”
*Hirak moved a hand to his metallic chin, tapping it in thought before continuing to speak towards the camera slowly as if to savour the process of his mind at work.*
“I gave him an impossible task. Best a Lord in single combat. If he had won, I knew this boy from Tatooine was a worthy apprentice. If he lost but performed admirably, he’d be an apprentice to mould into something stronger but if he lost utterly he’d have nothing left to give me except his life. Of course, Siors did the last option. He miscalculated. So when he returned I paraded him like a mule, I scorned him so he knew just how pathetic he really was and then finally when his emotions sky rocketed and he had nothing but horrendous rage mixed with disappointment I asked him what more he had to offer me other than his failure and miserable existence? Then he screamed the following:”
*Hirak moves a hand up to his neck and presses something. The following voice belong to Siors, and it played out of what seemed to be Hirak’s mask.*
‘ONLY MY LIFE! I CAN GIVE MY DAMN LIFE!’
*Hirak let the silence after allow the words to sink in before continuing himself.*
“So I took him, with his life very much placed in my hands like a grip. Though I have not trained him since he ascended as an apprentice, I will correct the bad habits instilled in erratic behaviour so that he has a use now that he is mine. When his training is complete I shall have forged him into a lethal weapon. One that will be aimed at all my enemies and those who do not bend the knee.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves his right hand across towards the camera before the holodisplay of himself ends and the blue hue light dissolves down into the machine once again. After a short few moments the device stops humming to switch off.*
