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21-04-2023, 02:04 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, March 2021))
Entry 60: Rain
*Hirak came into focus as he was standing by what could only be assumed to be some sort of wall of glass. More than likely, it was a window but the way that these images were represented it was impossible to see any of the interaction between objects other than the Sith Lord’s abject stare. He stood there for sometime before he began to speak, the mask no longer present but rather the Sith Lord’s casual attire. The linen shirt, slightly baggy at the body but clung to his arms fitted nicely with his extremely toned, scarred physique. Whilst certainly it was impossible to tell his colour, it was clear that this man is a Rattataki. Yet the Rattataki Sith Lord continued to stare.*
“This constant rain is beginning to sour my mood. It never stops on this world. I have lived here for many years and yet it never relents, not one bit. The world I grew up on is a barren planet, covered by sand, rocky outcropping and darkness. Hatred; fighting constantly and the rage of mercenaries in the fighting pits. On my world I was a mere slave and sent here, sent to become another slave until the Darkness within became reality. Much like this rain, I wanted to land on Korriban and then slink off it into another darkness. The Overseers tried to have me killed, put me into impossible tasks. I found friendship and cunning helped me there. But they were… lax… fettered by the progressive nature that shaped the Republic and not the Sith Empire. One particular Overseer, a man who had never enjoyed the infiltration by alien-kind shoved me towards the powerbase of Crannus Horuset, a Sith Pureblood who’s family line had spent eons eradicating anyone who opposed the Rule of Red-skinned force sensitives. And so, I left the barren wasteland of Korriban I felt so familiar at and came here.”
*Hirak’s hands gestures outwards, his arms making a wide circling motion to clearly indicate the entire world that he found himself within.*
“Dromund Kaas… the Sith capital. A dire place… jungles and rain. The rain never stops. It always pounds continually until it is interrupted by the crack of lighting. Much like my struggles have never stopped. I recall Lord Saud’s first introduction; clean, like the rain, but belaying a terrible aura of hatred. In truth, there are few rational Sith, sith who use logic and reason - tactical people who are the most difficult of opponents - and she is one of them. Lord Tokiai was brutal but could be predicted. My master is the opposite to Lord Saud. Like a raging storm he could change direction with any slight change of a breeze, and tempered me into what I am by doing so. However, on that first day Lord Saud did give me the blunt truth of it all, and then continued to invest in my future. As time went on, we became enemies but even then it was always perceived on two different levels. Like this rain… clean in appearance but the dirt it carried from the air was palpable.
Either way, I dislike this rain. And I hate her.”
*Hirak snarled and then snorted, a huff expression came over his features as he turned away from the window, now to look back towards the holorecorder. It was clear now that the eyes of hatred burned deeply. Whilst blue in the holorecording, the fury was unmatched. His eyebrows, no hair upon them, creased into a mass frown. Eventually, it eased and he held up one hand, a single index finger on his right hand raised as if stating a point.*
“There is only one truth in this galaxy, to learn you must suffer. How can victory be achieved if you have never lost. As time goes on, when the stakes are higher, your time to lose will be more devastating. Eventually, when you finally grasp true power, it is all over. I have seen many giants fall. Yet I, who understand what it means to lose, only fill that vacuum and -expand- it.
In truth, the era of the great Sith in the Horuset Powerbase ends with myself and Trakaton. Even should Saud, Tokiai or my master fall - no one will come close to us in capabilities and the gap will ever increase. Such is the way of the sith and true power.
Maybe one day, I will have the power to stop this damn rain…
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves his right hand towards the holorecorder, clasping it into a balled fist as he begins to walk out of the frame. The holo-projector starts to whirl to a halt, the engine within pulling the blue holo light back within itself as the machine stops completely. The entry seems to have ended.*
Entry 60: Rain
*Hirak came into focus as he was standing by what could only be assumed to be some sort of wall of glass. More than likely, it was a window but the way that these images were represented it was impossible to see any of the interaction between objects other than the Sith Lord’s abject stare. He stood there for sometime before he began to speak, the mask no longer present but rather the Sith Lord’s casual attire. The linen shirt, slightly baggy at the body but clung to his arms fitted nicely with his extremely toned, scarred physique. Whilst certainly it was impossible to tell his colour, it was clear that this man is a Rattataki. Yet the Rattataki Sith Lord continued to stare.*
“This constant rain is beginning to sour my mood. It never stops on this world. I have lived here for many years and yet it never relents, not one bit. The world I grew up on is a barren planet, covered by sand, rocky outcropping and darkness. Hatred; fighting constantly and the rage of mercenaries in the fighting pits. On my world I was a mere slave and sent here, sent to become another slave until the Darkness within became reality. Much like this rain, I wanted to land on Korriban and then slink off it into another darkness. The Overseers tried to have me killed, put me into impossible tasks. I found friendship and cunning helped me there. But they were… lax… fettered by the progressive nature that shaped the Republic and not the Sith Empire. One particular Overseer, a man who had never enjoyed the infiltration by alien-kind shoved me towards the powerbase of Crannus Horuset, a Sith Pureblood who’s family line had spent eons eradicating anyone who opposed the Rule of Red-skinned force sensitives. And so, I left the barren wasteland of Korriban I felt so familiar at and came here.”
*Hirak’s hands gestures outwards, his arms making a wide circling motion to clearly indicate the entire world that he found himself within.*
“Dromund Kaas… the Sith capital. A dire place… jungles and rain. The rain never stops. It always pounds continually until it is interrupted by the crack of lighting. Much like my struggles have never stopped. I recall Lord Saud’s first introduction; clean, like the rain, but belaying a terrible aura of hatred. In truth, there are few rational Sith, sith who use logic and reason - tactical people who are the most difficult of opponents - and she is one of them. Lord Tokiai was brutal but could be predicted. My master is the opposite to Lord Saud. Like a raging storm he could change direction with any slight change of a breeze, and tempered me into what I am by doing so. However, on that first day Lord Saud did give me the blunt truth of it all, and then continued to invest in my future. As time went on, we became enemies but even then it was always perceived on two different levels. Like this rain… clean in appearance but the dirt it carried from the air was palpable.
Either way, I dislike this rain. And I hate her.”
*Hirak snarled and then snorted, a huff expression came over his features as he turned away from the window, now to look back towards the holorecorder. It was clear now that the eyes of hatred burned deeply. Whilst blue in the holorecording, the fury was unmatched. His eyebrows, no hair upon them, creased into a mass frown. Eventually, it eased and he held up one hand, a single index finger on his right hand raised as if stating a point.*
“There is only one truth in this galaxy, to learn you must suffer. How can victory be achieved if you have never lost. As time goes on, when the stakes are higher, your time to lose will be more devastating. Eventually, when you finally grasp true power, it is all over. I have seen many giants fall. Yet I, who understand what it means to lose, only fill that vacuum and -expand- it.
In truth, the era of the great Sith in the Horuset Powerbase ends with myself and Trakaton. Even should Saud, Tokiai or my master fall - no one will come close to us in capabilities and the gap will ever increase. Such is the way of the sith and true power.
Maybe one day, I will have the power to stop this damn rain…
End transmission.”
*Hirak waves his right hand towards the holorecorder, clasping it into a balled fist as he begins to walk out of the frame. The holo-projector starts to whirl to a halt, the engine within pulling the blue holo light back within itself as the machine stops completely. The entry seems to have ended.*
