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21-04-2023, 02:02 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, March 2020))
Entry 58: The Jedi Battlemaster
*Hirak appeared on screen in what appeared to be comfortable clothes with his right arm in a sling. The clothing seemed simple enough; a somewhat linen shirt that covered most of his upper torso but was then tucked inside space trousers and heavy black boots that secured his feet. The dark bags under his eyes seemed to have increased as they hung heavily under his deep crimson eyes. Yet his ashen white skin seemed to be unblemished if not for that scarring that had been inflicted in ages past. Yet, there was an intense look of rage and fury which culminated in his hairless brows as they knitted together much like a deep crevasse on some distant outer rim planet. His voice was not distorted, but hung low as if the Sith Lord was recovering.*
“I am today documenting my first encounter with a Jedi who proved too strong to beat at my current level. It is true that over the years I have competed in the highest stakes, taken to my utmost limit and overcome many obstacles. Yet, none of those experiences and the pain I have felt could crush this one. He is a Jedi Master, a Battlemaster who’s name I did not recognise yet will never forget. Emoral Heliolite. In all my years hunting the most worthy of foes, I have yet to find one that satisfies my hunger to hunt quite as this one.
Only Trakaton has been my match in terms of strategic play during a spar, as both of us have enjoyed the fruits of Sokan. It is true that no one ever teaches it in my Master’s powerbase, not since Zarrious. In truth, we learned more from the Dark Lord in action and Haiyca than anyone else. I was pleasantly surprised when this Jedi Master managed to employ it so well. He also seemed to resist my attempts to dishearten him, employing both mental and physical attempts at Dun Moch. Emoral is a Miraluka and seemed to see right through me; a fact that both disturbs and delights me. I have no need to hide in plain sight in his presence, but rather offer the fullest array of my arsenal.”
*Hirak smirked and leaned his head to a side as he offered a glaring grin at the camera, only to splutter and cough. He wiped the spittle away from his mouth with a groan before he continued.*
“I sent forth a Sith Barrage to kill those he protected, younglings or initiates of some sort, yet he saved them. I struck hard and fast, utilising my favoured form of Ataru to find openings, to break away the surface and then strike. Yet he countered and parried. I landed some blows but nothing concrete, nothing that could even be counted as a true strike. He always appeared to be one step ahead of me and when he wasn’t, he adapted as quickly as I did. To be honest, perhaps out of the two of us, I came away having learned far more than perhaps he expected.
I chased him through the forests of this world, allowing him to hunt me as I continued to pray on those he defended as a weakness. I even utilised some of my finishing moves, planned assaults and rotations to devastate my enemies, but he foiled those. I imagine that a Battlemaster must become a master of all forms of combat. So, it was easy to see I had met someone who exceeded my skill. Yet, I didn’t want to stop. I could feel the desire for strife and combat boil my blood to the point that it became ecstacy. Even as my body started to fail me and tired, as the Dark Side grew less potent and a fatal error saw this damnable injury...*”
*Hirak gestured with his left arm to his shoulder, which he then clasped with a light whince. His teeth, almost fanged, clamped down hard before relaxing as both mental and physical ailments seemed to strike all at once.*
“...I am glad that such pain was not the worst I’d suffered, so I could escape with my life, and that I had kolto in my ship. But I do swear, on the Empress’ life and that of my master, Darth Horuset, I will find you again one day. The next we fight, it will be a different Lord Sanguinis. You will fear the monster I will become, I guarantee it, Emoral Heliolite. But you will not die that day. You will live on and in that darkness you call night and sleep, you will see my face and be unable to rest. Mark my words…
Mark them.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waved his left hand towards the camera as his teeth grit in the anger and frustration of his injuries. He eventually moved out of the shot of the camera and walked off with a tired gait. A deep inhale could be heard as the Sith steadied himself emotionally. The camera then began to whir as it started to shut off, the blue light that had engulfed his form disappearing back within the machine itself as the holodiary entry finished.*
Entry 58: The Jedi Battlemaster
*Hirak appeared on screen in what appeared to be comfortable clothes with his right arm in a sling. The clothing seemed simple enough; a somewhat linen shirt that covered most of his upper torso but was then tucked inside space trousers and heavy black boots that secured his feet. The dark bags under his eyes seemed to have increased as they hung heavily under his deep crimson eyes. Yet his ashen white skin seemed to be unblemished if not for that scarring that had been inflicted in ages past. Yet, there was an intense look of rage and fury which culminated in his hairless brows as they knitted together much like a deep crevasse on some distant outer rim planet. His voice was not distorted, but hung low as if the Sith Lord was recovering.*
“I am today documenting my first encounter with a Jedi who proved too strong to beat at my current level. It is true that over the years I have competed in the highest stakes, taken to my utmost limit and overcome many obstacles. Yet, none of those experiences and the pain I have felt could crush this one. He is a Jedi Master, a Battlemaster who’s name I did not recognise yet will never forget. Emoral Heliolite. In all my years hunting the most worthy of foes, I have yet to find one that satisfies my hunger to hunt quite as this one.
Only Trakaton has been my match in terms of strategic play during a spar, as both of us have enjoyed the fruits of Sokan. It is true that no one ever teaches it in my Master’s powerbase, not since Zarrious. In truth, we learned more from the Dark Lord in action and Haiyca than anyone else. I was pleasantly surprised when this Jedi Master managed to employ it so well. He also seemed to resist my attempts to dishearten him, employing both mental and physical attempts at Dun Moch. Emoral is a Miraluka and seemed to see right through me; a fact that both disturbs and delights me. I have no need to hide in plain sight in his presence, but rather offer the fullest array of my arsenal.”
*Hirak smirked and leaned his head to a side as he offered a glaring grin at the camera, only to splutter and cough. He wiped the spittle away from his mouth with a groan before he continued.*
“I sent forth a Sith Barrage to kill those he protected, younglings or initiates of some sort, yet he saved them. I struck hard and fast, utilising my favoured form of Ataru to find openings, to break away the surface and then strike. Yet he countered and parried. I landed some blows but nothing concrete, nothing that could even be counted as a true strike. He always appeared to be one step ahead of me and when he wasn’t, he adapted as quickly as I did. To be honest, perhaps out of the two of us, I came away having learned far more than perhaps he expected.
I chased him through the forests of this world, allowing him to hunt me as I continued to pray on those he defended as a weakness. I even utilised some of my finishing moves, planned assaults and rotations to devastate my enemies, but he foiled those. I imagine that a Battlemaster must become a master of all forms of combat. So, it was easy to see I had met someone who exceeded my skill. Yet, I didn’t want to stop. I could feel the desire for strife and combat boil my blood to the point that it became ecstacy. Even as my body started to fail me and tired, as the Dark Side grew less potent and a fatal error saw this damnable injury...*”
*Hirak gestured with his left arm to his shoulder, which he then clasped with a light whince. His teeth, almost fanged, clamped down hard before relaxing as both mental and physical ailments seemed to strike all at once.*
“...I am glad that such pain was not the worst I’d suffered, so I could escape with my life, and that I had kolto in my ship. But I do swear, on the Empress’ life and that of my master, Darth Horuset, I will find you again one day. The next we fight, it will be a different Lord Sanguinis. You will fear the monster I will become, I guarantee it, Emoral Heliolite. But you will not die that day. You will live on and in that darkness you call night and sleep, you will see my face and be unable to rest. Mark my words…
Mark them.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waved his left hand towards the camera as his teeth grit in the anger and frustration of his injuries. He eventually moved out of the shot of the camera and walked off with a tired gait. A deep inhale could be heard as the Sith steadied himself emotionally. The camera then began to whir as it started to shut off, the blue light that had engulfed his form disappearing back within the machine itself as the holodiary entry finished.*
