[IC] Kaer's Holo-Diary (Not Available IC)

[Lord Iezkon]

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Entry 2: Brave Fools

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Something was different with this holo-entry as there was an added file, one that came from the surveillance cameras aboard a Fury Class Interceptor. The footage showed a cloaked woman enter the vessel and a droid approaching her. It asked: "Destination, my Lord?" And the woman simply responded with: "Kelsa Estate.." The droid hurried off as the hooded figure entered the bedroom of the ship. The feed switched from the main hull to the bedroom, and there was a clear image of Lord Iezkon. She lowered her hood and unclipped her cloak, letting it hang over a chair. She then removed her mask and placed it on the table. Her right hand rested on her helmet as her left hand went to her hair, untying the high bun and letting her black, long and flowing hair fall down with such grace. It seemed that the main hairstyle was impressive braids, giving her a beautiful crown that held half of her hair up and let the rest flow and rest on her back.

Her gaze was down, staring at the ground as her hands moved to her sides. She took a few steps back and looked to the table, finding an empty glass resting there. Then with a sudden movement, the Sith Lord grabbed the glass and threw it across the room with such anger and power that the glass practically broke into dust against the wall. She stood there, staring at the mark on the wall, the camera footage capturing a look of anger, disappointment and grief. She rubbed her forehead with her one hand as the other Force Pulled a certain little device from a location that the camera was unable to see. The device was placed on the table, and the Sith Lord rested her hands on the backrest of her chair. A hum came to life and this surveillance recording came to an end.

Next in this entry, there was a more up, close and personal view of the angered Sith Lord. Her anger more clear and the details of her face was beautifully captured. From the multiple scars that painted her face to her nose flaring.

"You fool! You stubborn, blind, over zealous fool! I saw such great potential in you from the very start...so invested in your progression, and you decide to do this...when you told me that you would never go down this path! With this stunt of yours, you brought shame and failure to your House, your name...your legacy! You are seen as a traitor! You stupid fool! You took my Assistant, my successor, the Lorekeeper away! And you took yourself away! The one I regret not taking on as my Apprentice and the one I could call friend! How could you do this?!"

The chair was violently thrown away by the Sith Lord after that sentence, and the device picked up on the large sound of the chair landing on the opposite side of the room. Iezkon moved her hands to her hair, letting her fingers run through her locks as she took a few deep breaths to calm down. After a few moments, she responded with a slightly less angered tone but one that held a hint of pride to the one she was addressing.

But I will not deny...what you did, it was a bold move. Taking down the Lorekeeper, a Conservancy member, the husband of Lord Saltaeon, the Apprentice of Lord Kalkoran and a Horuset. A bold move that will only be remembered as the death of Valeus Vexal Horuset...and not of your achievement..."

Iezkon moved to sit at the edge of the bed.

"In a span of four days, the Powerbase has lost Sith Natsiji, slain from what I hear, like an animal, by Runil...and in one evening, Sith 'Zikarn' Takoski...Sith 'Valeus' Tarimra...and you, Sith 'Elias' Zotam...were lost. The last three were fools, more so Zikarn and Elias...but brave fools they all remain. Tarimra was a fool to not have his back covered and not be prepared. One way or another, neither of them will be forgotten..."

During that time where she spoke of the dead, her gaze was fixed to her right side, her face showed utter disbelief, confusion and a strong sense of grief. And then she looked up to the device, staring at it with a stern expression, but an honest on with a truthful tone to match.

"The Force was strong in every single one of you four...your absence will be felt by all. Never waver...<deep exhale>...never relent..."

With a defeated wave of a hand from the Sith Lord, the image was engulfed with darkness and silence.