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22-04-2023, 04:32 AM
Sam Uvac: Sixth Entry
This may be my last entry. Imperial protocol is to check over and wipe what is remaining of the Acolytes datapad, I feel kriffing terrible that if I die, which in all likelihood could happen now. It will only be read by a single Imperial but, it will be quiet the show for that one Imperial. I’ll at least be able to see to that. I plan to go to Lord Sangunis and force him to make me his Apprentice, I thought in the last entry that it would be mere days but the failure of Joslae, Orgkez and the remaining Acolytes during the fourth trial has let me down. Odacai, sorry Runil has left me with his name. Kaidar is the only one who remains. I didn’t think we’d get along so well me and him, but throughout our time he has become the only person I can and have turned too, Elena was nice sure, I tried to help her but Lord Kalkoran ruined that when he got involved, ‘That is what balls get you’ or whatever. I’ll show her what balls get you, I’ll show her that a spine is worth having, whether or not I believe this play will work it is my only option. I can’t just try again to touch Darth Horuset, maybe if I’d made a better plan I wouldn’t have had to rely on it. Maybe if I’d beaten Orgkez to granting Lord Sangunis his lies rather than waited retroactively to out play him I wouldn’t have to rely on this. The cowardly scumbag had the nerve, to consider crossing me, oh yeah, after his kriff up on the last trial he was made an Apprentice, an Apprentice, I presume every Lord wants their own breakable pet. They don’t want someone an actual spine.
I’m without another option. I stay as an Acolyte to stagnate, and be bloody left behind as all the people around me become Sith. This isn’t why I suffered, this isn’t why my people suffered, this isn’t even why those around me suffered. There has to be a light at the end of this tunnel, a cunning plan, a way to slip out. I have often times escaped from a life of relentless progression towards my revenge to be a person, I’m sure I could charm others in the same robes like I have so many times before.
I’d sigh if this wasn’t text. I don’t want to just keep living as a Acolyte, for everything I’ve lost, for everything I’ve gained I need to become a Sith to see Ord Mantel one day. To see a Imperial Cademinu V, that’s why I’ve kept going for so long and now it is such a shame it could be coming to a end. Can’t say I expected things to go like this in anyway shape or form, I’ve come to face death on many an occasion from all sides of the Galaxy and now I shall face it just as I did on Korriban, it seems so far away now. It was where I found my stride and a spine to stand once again only to see me trip on the moments final hurdle.
So. For that one Imperial or whoever finds this datapad first, I’ll even unlock it for you just so you can read. Let’s finish my story, for you and me.
I don’t know how long I spent on Korriban. It’s dusty, cold, barren landscape was so foreign to anything I’d seen before yet I’d certainly become familiar. At first all seemed well within the Acolyte Group even the bastard Hugh and his brute Boolon seemed alright at first. How all that would change, our introduction to the Academy was swift Overseer Os, began with the philosophy of the Sith. To others he was droning but after Czerka, I could listen to someone else talk for hours merely to enjoy to feel of it all. He taught us of the Sith Code mostly. Much of the other stuff was merely supplementary to that alone. It was those words that drove in the desire to keep marching forward, it was ironic when I think back onto it. Nowadays that desire has all but turned to ash in my mouth, yet it was important. I had to carry on.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion. I remember this line pretty clearly we had an entire lesson on it. It still makes me chuckle the Jedi have a opposite line within their code, after all the Republic put me through their sworn defenders supported peace.
Through passion I gain strength. it even if it was picking up rocks at first, rocks we would soon throw at what he said was our competition. I thought when I struck Keletath by accident, I really was aiming at Hugh the smug bastard had already lobbed everything he had at Rachel bashing her bloody I’d soon be forced to fight the proud Pureblood. Instead he merely got up again, shrugging it off with a roll of his shoulders ready to fight once again. He did absolutely nothing because despite the way we were expected to treat him, someone pure, someone who we were told was better than us all. He didn’t take offense to it. Maybe because he was beyond it, instead he channeled the rage he felt from the pain to lift more rocks than us all.
Through strength I gain power. I was never that strong, in the force or physically, in fact I regularly got my arse handed to me by: do you want a list, Boolon, Hugh, Keletah, Diva and Rachel. Tom was the only one within what could reasonably be considered within my range at first. I was ever so slightly above him in our little scoring game. It was this that led to our first death one I barely skirted by Overseer Os executed Tom in front of us all as a not so friendly reminder. He didn’t scream. He had too much of a spine for that instead he took his death with a smirk that he at one point said he saw me do. That’s how I’ll do it.
Through power I gain victory. Me and Rachel were left. The question we had to answer was with our limited power how would we claim victory against the others who did have power, who did want to see us killed. I remember seeing Hugh getting friendly with Os as she urged me to do well enough to survive. So I did it, I couldn’t fight fair against their kind of strength so I fought like I did in the street brawls I got into on Cademinu V, I stopped playing fair by the time we had practiced Shii Cho for the fifth time I had bested all but Hugh and Keletah, none of us gained a absolute victory but none of us died, it is the smallest victories that keep us alive. It wasn’t good enough to just survive though. So we just did better.
Through victory my chains are broken. It took me some thinking to mull over what I lost on Korriban, what chains were actually broken. I did figure it out eventually what kept me there was the lack of trust in myself and a lack of style, a style that even if I die I won’t lose. I found who I was and what I was willing to lose for victory and more importantly what I wasn’t. I guess the latter was a chain in itself one I’m currently breaking to get where I need to be. Boolon had officially become Hughs enforcer creating a even longer chain, I killed beasts with less chains and they were collared.
The Force shall free me. If this is literal I am so screwed, well I am anyway. I doubt it is though, I guess the Force was the reason I was there in the first place it had freed me from a life of stagnation and would eventually free me from the sands of Horuset. It is just a shame it halted me when I tried to touch Darth Horuset and a even greater shame I’ll have to free myself from Acolytehood, if I even can. Being an Acolyte then was tough. Not something I couldn’t handle but being that after the Zakuul attacks and so the system was partially in shambles, ancient monuments, tombs and the like so much of Keletaths history had been cut down. I remember they used the Acolytes they did have left to aid in the exploration, reconstruction and removal of debris all around the Academy. It was excellent practice for telekinesis and while hard work it did eventually pay off for at least me. It was the first time I manage to catch the quiet pureblood alone paying his deepest respects to a fallen statue of what I remember him telling me was a part of his family history and the House he wanted to go to once he was done, maybe I shouldn’t have taken his advice. I could empathise with him, so due to my natural charisma we got talking. Our chats with Rachel tagging in on occasion were the second best escape I found on Korriban. The other being a Acolyte named Susan, she was lovely, not as lovely as what I’d find in House Horuset or already had but fine all the same. I probably would have cried if I could when a week later she died ‘accidentally’ crushed under a damaged pillar. I could get over that. I needed too. It was smart to stow away an Imperial blaster we found while searching the ruins, no doubt it had once belong to a oh so proud defender of the home world. Their sacrifice definitely wouldn’t be in vain or at least that’s what we thought at the time. We weren’t the only ones who did it, I was just better than most of the others with it, naturally.
The First Trial
I remember the first trial quite clearly. Overseer Os ever the uncreative did what Susan had told me to expect. We were going to the Tomb of Marka Ragnos instead of the more classic artifact hunting it was about planting a mark as deep as we could in the tomb. The real problem wasn’t the actual objective but who we were competing against because it wasn’t just our little group, we had to make our way through the various hazards of Korriban to even get there and when we did, there were failed Acolytes blocking our way. Of course we managed it.
We were set off at different times with the weakest going first presumably to make it easy on those who had put more effort in and allow them to destroy their mark to take them from the competition. That being Diva and me, then it was Rachel and Boloon with Hugh and Keletath taking the last spot. As ‘the best’ that would soon change. I hadn’t really spoken to Diva before, she always sung to us in the early morning which I think even those of us who struggled to get past her species were thankful. She was a nice character that I got on well enough with; unfortunately for her and us she was the most cowardly of the lot. When I pulled out my smuggled DLA-13 she got all antsy but it was the K’lor’slug attack that really made her panic it took some effort but we were eventually able to blast our way through the mother and her brood. It might not have killed us but it certainly didn’t help the mood between us when we rounded on the tomb, she was barely willing to enter never mind reach the end. It took some convincing to drag her along, but I remember knowing deep down she wasn’t right for this. I was more than willing to gun down a failed Acolyte who we saw at the entrance but it was Diva who turned me down. She was willing to toss her chance away at a better life and join the failures to help them, it had been something she’d mulled over when we or more specifically me got my hands on a prisoner in the torturer chambers.
It was this that gave me an idea regardless. They weren’t immediately hostile just cautious, suspicious of our intention and ready to attack if we did anything. I joined her ‘surrender’ we could work around this tomb rather than break through it. As it so happened to turn out the leader of this desperate group was a lass named Kiras who was somewhat reasonable, we offered them the gift of the K’lor’slug and her children. It wasn’t much of a feast with the group, but we were allowed to join in. I think hours passed in that tomb, where Rachel found us and I explained to her the plan. It was relatively simple, we join up with the Acolytes and they’d lead us to their little camp further in the tomb we plant our signals and leave them to join the academy. It worked. We managed to get further than the others, so it was worthwhile and even better was waiting down the line. Rachel said she thought she saw Diva dead, it was a lie but I didn’t correct her. It was a small thanks for the opportunity she gave but thanks to this the Overseer killed none of us that day.
[u]The Second Trial[/u]
The Kaasian Academy was very different from Korriban. Despite the latter being the home of the Sith, it’s recent destruction at the hands of Zakuul had seen many of the ‘superior’ students being transferred to the other academies. So the more professional atmosphere was potentially built from that. It was were we were transferred too temporarily for our second trial, Kaas itself was like no place I’d ever seen before the relentless rain brushed over my metallic eyes, it was as if I knew how to cry again, coming back here when I joined Horuset was refreshing. The first Horuset Trial isn’t the only place where our targets were beasts we were to bring back a Gundarks head. It was relatively simple if not a difficult path through the Kaasian Jungle.
Keletath was sent first, then us, just to ensure we got the point he was better regardless of our success. The Overseer didn’t realise he was unintentionally saving my arse from the target placed upon it by our last success. I was naturally perceptive enough to find its tracks, to find the beast so Rachel and I could kill it. It was quite a fight but I eventually carved through it’s head with my training blade, it wasn’t a great weapon not compared to my blaster, but it was surely better than what Horuset gave us. It can actually cut for one, just with a little bit of backbone applied.
We might have been hunting but we were also being hunted just not to our knowledge at that time, but it wasn’t long before I got smacked against a rock face by the augmented shove of stupid subservient Ithorian. I almost blacked out from that alone, when Rachel tried to fight Hugh she might have had enough in her to beat him if not for the stupid brute. I was thankful for Keletath being a thing that day. He saw and without hesitation jumped to our aid, he might have won even in a two on one, but it proved too much for him. It did however give us enough time to rise. We warded them off, they were too tired from the sheer amount of fight we still had in us and they ran, the odds were no longer in their favour.
I don’t know what I owe Keletath now. His sacrifice will mean nothing if I die tomorrow, maybe it matters to Rachel He was the only death in that trial, Gundarks were killed and I was one step closer even if I would eventually take many back.
The Kaasian Academy was very different from Korriban. Despite the latter being the home of the Sith, it’s recent destruction at the hands of Zakuul had seen many of the ‘superior’ students being transferred to the other academies. So the more professional atmosphere was potentially built from that. It was were we were transferred too temporarily for our second trial, Kaas itself was like no place I’d ever seen before the relentless rain brushed over my metallic eyes, it was as if I knew how to cry again, coming back here when I joined Horuset was refreshing. The first Horuset Trial isn’t the only place where our targets were beasts we were to bring back a Gundarks head. It was relatively simple if not a difficult path through the Kaasian Jungle.
Keletath was sent first, then us, just to ensure we got the point he was better regardless of our success. The Overseer didn’t realise he was unintentionally saving my arse from the target placed upon it by our last success. I was naturally perceptive enough to find its tracks, to find the beast so Rachel and I could kill it. It was quite a fight but I eventually carved through it’s head with my training blade, it wasn’t a great weapon not compared to my blaster, but it was surely better than what Horuset gave us. It can actually cut for one, just with a little bit of backbone applied.
We might have been hunting but we were also being hunted just not to our knowledge at that time, but it wasn’t long before I got smacked against a rock face by the augmented shove of stupid subservient Ithorian. I almost blacked out from that alone, when Rachel tried to fight Hugh she might have had enough in her to beat him if not for the stupid brute. I was thankful for Keletath being a thing that day. He saw and without hesitation jumped to our aid, he might have won even in a two on one, but it proved too much for him. It did however give us enough time to rise. We warded them off, they were too tired from the sheer amount of fight we still had in us and they ran, the odds were no longer in their favour.
I don’t know what I owe Keletath now. His sacrifice will mean nothing if I die tomorrow, maybe it matters to Rachel He was the only death in that trial, Gundarks were killed and I was one step closer even if I would eventually take many back.
The Third Trial
If there is a single moment in my time on Korriban that granted me the confidence I have now. It was this one. I had got knocked down by the scrabble in the woods but we were ready to get back up. Just typing this I can almost feel the joy of the bastards deaths. It was the perfect trial, we were to ravage the armoury of a fallen families estate for Lightsabers. It had been left for what seemed like years in the wake of most of them dying in Ziost and the rest meeting their end in Zakuul, a remnant of a time not ours. I think the only one who remained was our Overseer, which was probably why we were sent there not that I knew this before we got there. We found out from one of the databanks it was overrun with an infestation of failed Acolytes, a representation of what I could easily become if my next moments fail if I even survive which is unlikely, but we certainly didn’t fail then.
I took Rachels advice and came up with the plan. We went back into the tomb of Marka Ragnos and borrowed what we were owed from our allies there. They would get into this fallen estate and group and we would be able to get away with Lightsabers from a vault that had a code only we were given by the Overseer escaping with our blades. The rest was improvised but it worked oh did it work. Diva and Kiras both agreed with my charms and we were set, we kriffed up our robes and went in with them to plea for entrance. Me and Kiras with our blasters and the rest with the standard Acolyte training blades. We were watched on the balcony by what one could probably call snipers if they could actually hit their target. Rachels attempt to convince them didn’t work but mine did when I suggested that we were ‘just like them’ and could ‘hunt the bigger creatures for them’ they disarmed us but ultimately let us in to speak with the leader of their little band.
The leader was a fallen Acolyte that had somehow survived longer than he should have to the point he was in his late thirties having survived Korriban for what must have been Corellian hell for his cowardness for ten years. We spoke for what seemed like forever and after hearing a rather creative sob story about us, he eventually relented and let us in. It was something I was getting good at, within all lies there should be a truth. I felt bad about the deception but when me and Rachel got to the vault her shape shifting into one of his lieutenants was rather helpful in avoiding questions until we were out of sight and could open those doors. Once inside it didn’t take too long to find what we were looking for, the lightsabers. I still remember my shock when one flew past me into the hands of a waiting Hugh it was a duel of fates one could say. I still cringe at my technique when I drew my own crimson blade, it was hard to get into changing from the physical to a saber so a lot of it was rather crude fighting lest we chop are arms off thankfully the Lightsabers weren’t the only thing in the arsenal they had blasters too. Now one would think having access to a real thing and not a pale imitation would make them lacking and it does feel that way, once I have real experience with one. I didn’t have that. So when I scored a shim across his shoulder it gave me the perfect opportunity to smirk, “It’s Sam Uvac, don’t you forget it.” Was the line, I think I could have come up with something better for a near death experience but it didn’t matter to him or Boolon when I plastered them with bolts. I’ll come up with better for my next moment.
When me and Rachel returned blades in hand. The Overseer was overjoyed he didn’t bother to ask about the other Acolytes and instead offered us his hand as his Apprentice. I was so tempted to take it, maybe I should have, but I knew where my goal lay at the end at it wasn’t to rot on Korriban. I guess I don’t regret tossing my blade on his desk and walking out, reminiscing on it made me realize that. Even if today is my last day, it’ll be my last day as an Acolyte no matter what at least this way I can go out in style. With my head held high. After this I just thought back to the House Keletath mentioned I guess that was gonna be my choice, they were more traditionalist than I was and will ever be but they’d give me what I needed.
Bring your worst. For better or worse I’m ending this part of my journey in style with a smirk on my face. For an Imperial Ord Mantel and for myself.
This has been Sam Uvacs story, to that one Imperial or whoever reads this. It’s been fun but I’ll be off now, I have to be at the estate by morning I can’t keep whatever destiny waiting and I have to look good not that I have to try naturally.
Don’t count on another one. What else do I have left in Acolytehood.
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Bring your worst. For better or worse I’m ending this part of my journey in style with a smirk on my face. For an Imperial Ord Mantel and for myself.
This has been Sam Uvacs story, to that one Imperial or whoever reads this. It’s been fun but I’ll be off now, I have to be at the estate by morning I can’t keep whatever destiny waiting and I have to look good not that I have to try naturally.
Don’t count on another one. What else do I have left in Acolytehood.
