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21-04-2023, 01:49 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, June 2018))
Entry 48: Training in the Kalkoran Gardens
*Hirak enters the frame of the holorecording dressed in his sparring outfit. It is noted as a smart and tight fitting attire. Flexing over his lithe muscular form, the Rattataki Sith Lord rolled his right shoulder and took off his mask, pressing a button on the left hand side of his neck to instigate the process of it’s removal from his face. He offered a churlish smirk which eventually brimmed into the full grin of a fanatic psychopath. His voice, lacking distortion, offered the soothing deep resonance that one had come to expect from his people but coloured with the influence of the imperial accent that made it so hard to distinguish his true origins.*
“I have fought against many different adversaries in my life: from the beginning my own people, at a tender age I killed two adults in a struggle when the force awoke in me and further on as a slave mining in the pits for the Empire’s resources. Eventually, as an acolyte, I fought monsters like Massassi, other acolytes, apprentices, creatures of the Dark Side and republic soldiers. As an apprentice, I fought Sith Lords and Darths alike, eventually killing the likes of Lord Stygian who threatened my master’s life. In my current state, I have battled some of the most renowned fighters in the Empire and offered them little quarter. Such is the way I would have it continue, for there is no other way in life for a Sith than strife. I will blot out entire star systems with the blood of my enemies and the corpses of Republic and Jedi alike.
But certainly, in current times, it has grown boring - the same affairs keep happening. Lesson upon lesson, watching the acolytes struggle and the apprentices grow more hungry. It does bore me. So to provide entertainment, myself and Lord Kalkoran decided to test our apprentices with a little training in the gardens. We assembled Cerberus, Vaenra, Siors, Aregra and Zhephra to perform a five way duel. To increase the odds, we’d step in now and then to just annoy them, to remove some of the edges the more senior apprentices may have in the performance of their combat.
It is from this duel that I have noticed something rather lacking with our apprentices, something that neither myself nor Trakaton lacked. This drive to be intelligent and to exert their will upon others. They are too cautious, too wary of loss. It is as if they do not understand that being beaten into a pulp does not make you weak, it makes you stronger. Yes, you suffer a hit to your pride, but the next time you fight them you will be that much more the wiser - your powers strengthened by your resolve to win. It is how I eventually overcame Trakaton. I lost to him -every- time as an acolyte. Yet as my experience grew, I was able to defeat him in a spar. This of course is largely down to our focuses. Trakaton is a strategist, he is suited to leading battles in space and dictating the large number of forces in how to win a battle. I on the other hand represent the strongest piece on the board, able to cut through the swarm through sheer ability during a battle. This clear distinction between us is what makes our combination work so well, due to that experience I am able to offer insight that is invaluable to him because I do not lack the cunning to understand vision. This however, I feel, is lacking amongst our apprentices. It is not something that we can teach, it is not something that can be sat down and explained as I have learned trying to do so with Siors. It is a skill that is inherent or learned through experience, and so far none have done so.”
*Hirak paused and took a deep breath in. His previous excited expression dulls slightly as if he realised something important.*
“I have digressed though and shall return to the topic I actually wished to speak of. The training exercise itself went vaguely well. Most engaged during the time limit, including likes of Cerberus and Vaenra, or Aregra and Zhephra. I noted, however, that my own apprentice was trying to be calculating from the side and had in fact missed most of the combat. An error on his part, but not the first. He’ll have to learn to determine his surroundings more quickly if he wishes to survive later on. So during the absolute boredom I felt at the beginning whilst they all ran from one another, I decided to play with Cerberus a little. Summoning the force through me in the form of lightning, I performed a skill taught to me by the now AWOL Lord Venom. Surging through the ground via the matter there, it struck upwards through my channeling towards the black haired apprentice, causing him no amount of pain whilst Zhephra harassed him from a tree. I recall not being able to hold back my laughter, though undoubtedly no one could hear me whilst fighting ensued.
The rest sadly I have blotted out of my mind, mostly due to the fact that it was most unremarkable and honestly I was very bored by it all. Of course, this is not something I will publicly admit nor openly show. I must show disappointment so that they will learn, despite the fact that I hope they do not for the simple reason that the mockery they provide is often quite amusing. I am of the mind that apprentices should be shown the way through your own actions and if they do not adhere to them that is their failings not yours. Let us hope some of them learn eventually.
End transmission.”
*Hirak wafted a hand towards the holorecorder device. The blue light showing his form began to shudder before eventually the mechanical inner working of the machine shut down abruptly. With little to no further use of it, the whirring stopped and the blue light cut out completely signally the end of the entry.*
Entry 48: Training in the Kalkoran Gardens
*Hirak enters the frame of the holorecording dressed in his sparring outfit. It is noted as a smart and tight fitting attire. Flexing over his lithe muscular form, the Rattataki Sith Lord rolled his right shoulder and took off his mask, pressing a button on the left hand side of his neck to instigate the process of it’s removal from his face. He offered a churlish smirk which eventually brimmed into the full grin of a fanatic psychopath. His voice, lacking distortion, offered the soothing deep resonance that one had come to expect from his people but coloured with the influence of the imperial accent that made it so hard to distinguish his true origins.*
“I have fought against many different adversaries in my life: from the beginning my own people, at a tender age I killed two adults in a struggle when the force awoke in me and further on as a slave mining in the pits for the Empire’s resources. Eventually, as an acolyte, I fought monsters like Massassi, other acolytes, apprentices, creatures of the Dark Side and republic soldiers. As an apprentice, I fought Sith Lords and Darths alike, eventually killing the likes of Lord Stygian who threatened my master’s life. In my current state, I have battled some of the most renowned fighters in the Empire and offered them little quarter. Such is the way I would have it continue, for there is no other way in life for a Sith than strife. I will blot out entire star systems with the blood of my enemies and the corpses of Republic and Jedi alike.
But certainly, in current times, it has grown boring - the same affairs keep happening. Lesson upon lesson, watching the acolytes struggle and the apprentices grow more hungry. It does bore me. So to provide entertainment, myself and Lord Kalkoran decided to test our apprentices with a little training in the gardens. We assembled Cerberus, Vaenra, Siors, Aregra and Zhephra to perform a five way duel. To increase the odds, we’d step in now and then to just annoy them, to remove some of the edges the more senior apprentices may have in the performance of their combat.
It is from this duel that I have noticed something rather lacking with our apprentices, something that neither myself nor Trakaton lacked. This drive to be intelligent and to exert their will upon others. They are too cautious, too wary of loss. It is as if they do not understand that being beaten into a pulp does not make you weak, it makes you stronger. Yes, you suffer a hit to your pride, but the next time you fight them you will be that much more the wiser - your powers strengthened by your resolve to win. It is how I eventually overcame Trakaton. I lost to him -every- time as an acolyte. Yet as my experience grew, I was able to defeat him in a spar. This of course is largely down to our focuses. Trakaton is a strategist, he is suited to leading battles in space and dictating the large number of forces in how to win a battle. I on the other hand represent the strongest piece on the board, able to cut through the swarm through sheer ability during a battle. This clear distinction between us is what makes our combination work so well, due to that experience I am able to offer insight that is invaluable to him because I do not lack the cunning to understand vision. This however, I feel, is lacking amongst our apprentices. It is not something that we can teach, it is not something that can be sat down and explained as I have learned trying to do so with Siors. It is a skill that is inherent or learned through experience, and so far none have done so.”
*Hirak paused and took a deep breath in. His previous excited expression dulls slightly as if he realised something important.*
“I have digressed though and shall return to the topic I actually wished to speak of. The training exercise itself went vaguely well. Most engaged during the time limit, including likes of Cerberus and Vaenra, or Aregra and Zhephra. I noted, however, that my own apprentice was trying to be calculating from the side and had in fact missed most of the combat. An error on his part, but not the first. He’ll have to learn to determine his surroundings more quickly if he wishes to survive later on. So during the absolute boredom I felt at the beginning whilst they all ran from one another, I decided to play with Cerberus a little. Summoning the force through me in the form of lightning, I performed a skill taught to me by the now AWOL Lord Venom. Surging through the ground via the matter there, it struck upwards through my channeling towards the black haired apprentice, causing him no amount of pain whilst Zhephra harassed him from a tree. I recall not being able to hold back my laughter, though undoubtedly no one could hear me whilst fighting ensued.
The rest sadly I have blotted out of my mind, mostly due to the fact that it was most unremarkable and honestly I was very bored by it all. Of course, this is not something I will publicly admit nor openly show. I must show disappointment so that they will learn, despite the fact that I hope they do not for the simple reason that the mockery they provide is often quite amusing. I am of the mind that apprentices should be shown the way through your own actions and if they do not adhere to them that is their failings not yours. Let us hope some of them learn eventually.
End transmission.”
*Hirak wafted a hand towards the holorecorder device. The blue light showing his form began to shudder before eventually the mechanical inner working of the machine shut down abruptly. With little to no further use of it, the whirring stopped and the blue light cut out completely signally the end of the entry.*
