Memoirs and Recollection of a Fractured Heart - Sovernus Nova

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #1 of Horuset Chronicles: Conceptual Combat Methods and Prospective Siths To Commit Allegiance To

***A collection of unorganized thoughts in direct correlation to an assignment given by Apprentice Tassha regarding Apprentice Aljo and Acolyte Zena. Further thoughts regarding potential Siths of committing allegiance to.***

My mind is fervently exploring the vastness of possibilities and simulations on a constant basis, such is the curse of being a ‘Nova’, to be afflicted with the haunting plague of endless implications…and consequences. 

The assignment Apprentice Tashha (*refer to Assignment Registry #0281: Assessment of Combat Scenario #143AZ) provided was at its core fundamentally rudimentary, a straightforward task that requires one to utilize their mental faculties and attune it to the perception of observing the weighted clashes of two diverging souls. 

Herein lies the complexities and true intricacy of the assignment. It entails subjects that in itself contains millions of varying factors that when clustered together becomes as unrelentingly undefined as the Force. Yet as the Force can be expressed in certain ways, these factors projects themselves and manifests in certain patterns and categories.

Apprentice Aljo expresses these clustered factors in terms of her finesse and efficiency, her calculative demeanor compliments her tactful and situational combat method. Divining distances and trajectories from a single grasp of a moment, a trait that is most prominent in predisposed tacticians. Beyond forms and stances, she displays what I consider a ‘Percentage’ dealer, forming her sequential actions based on perceived likelihood of success and failures. Further augmenting this specific stance is her propensity for minimal movements, displaying her expertise in calculating distances by avoiding in mere inches. Exerting only the required energy allows her to further elevate her ‘power positioning’ in a prolonged attritional confrontation, which becomes an antithesis- or rather the true bane of heavily taxing forms such as Ataru and Juyo. In truth, my heart was captivated by the versatility and the method in which she applies her mental characteristics towards enabling her situational combat method thus creating her own uniqueness. In terms of application in combat, she is without a doubt an aspiration of mine which further ignites my hidden determination in developing my own clandestine method.

Acolyte Zena expresses her millions of factors in…less condensed and categorized form. Herein lies a paradox in which certain cases- multitude of factors that are unobservable due to its lack of manifestation into a concrete aspect- is possibly facile to determine through pattern recognition and generally accepted assumptions. As I recall informing a fellow acolyte of mine by the name of Valkarr Zutari, before he brandished his spirit with unshakeable resolute to engage against the subject: Zena, she has a disposition to utilize her agility and finesse, a propensity to allow her range of motions throughout her physique to speak for her. She displays what I refer to as a ‘Gambit’ dealer. Full optimization of joint areas and rotational options- specifically around the waist area to shift balance during aerial engagement should be her desired goal (*reminder to provide her with the fundamental basis and my personal constructed insights of Jung-Su Ma, Ton Su-Ma and En-Su Ma which may provide an effective unique combat form.).

Ataru- the form in which Apprentice Aljo requested her to perform is indeed a compatible and unsurprisingly complimentary combat form for her. The abundance of her underlying flaws simply leaves me exasperated, due to the rather unrefined mental attributes incompatibility with the application of her combat form- simply put, while her nature of rebellious unpredictability aligns with the multiple possible angles of Ataru along with her free spirit that harmonizes with aerial combat- it is the same nature that prevents her from full optimization regarding her impulsive and reckless personality which manifests in overreaching and wasted movements. 

Fundamentally in theory, Apprentice Aljo was the worst possible adversary for Acolyte Zena and I am referring beyond the lightsaber forms itself, against a ‘Percentage’ dealer- a ‘Gambit’ dealer ‘power positioning’ remains at odds, remaining at a struggle before slowly decaying and degrading beneath the surface positioning if the conceptual tactic of attritional confrontation is utilised. However, a truly attuned ‘Gambit’ dealer has the masterful ability to decisively shift the tides in a moment’s notice, while briefly, such a temporary situation can become permanent when one’s unpredictability becomes a wild card against a dependent status quo player as most ‘Percentage’ dealers are. I shall further observe Zena’s progress with keen intellectual pursuit, as I research her development to bolster my personalized formulated method.

Apprentice Vaenra once solidified the notion that while certain forms are inherently flawed against others, a true practitioner of a disadvantageous mastered form outweighs lesser proficient users of advantageous forms. While I had witnessed firsthand and experienced it through faded scars on my back, it was rather encouraging to hear it from a noteworthy Sith.

In truth I cannot fully express the entirety of my observation and insights, that repository remains within the recesses of my mind. Thus I have summarized the generalized simple insights while withholding the more intricate complexities in a more personalized repository, afterall it would be foolish to fully disclose the inherent weaknesses and exploitable characteristics that I may utilize for future gains for myself, my trusted allies and superiors. Though I look forward to a day where I meet a true Sith that warrants my full commitment and respect that understands the true value of knowledge. 

I have met my fair share of possible Siths that falls under this category, yet I remain reserve in my judgement. Many are too dependent on the self-satisfaction of their own ego and rely heavily on perceived external appearances, and I am not referring to racial or phenotypical characteristics. Others display nonsensical and irrational behaviors unfitting for a Sith, actions that are fundamentally detrimental to the progression of the overall archaic structure. One was even implicitly heretical-albeit it was more of a contradictory and double standard situation, against the traditionalist stance that this great House represented for centuries. What irks me the most is that it was an apprentice, who after I pointed out their mistake simply resorted to dismissing the subject altogether in their own way instead of addressing the issue or even clarifying their statement.

There has only been one that was able to pierce the veil of my true self, to be able to discern truth from a fragmented image I purposely project.

I had no idea such a Sith existed- admittedly I do but it was merely a statement of genuine admiration and awe rather than a sentence to be taken at literal face value. A Sith capable of such could possibly warrant the entirety of my true capability and disposal. A true Sith that embodies the conceptual philosophy and breathes it into life instead of regurgitating fragmented teachings and utilizes the difference in power to cast the illusion of truth rather than having power itself emanate as truth.

Grandfather…I may have found someone that is worthy to be referred alongside you as a true Sith. Someone that one day can achieve that title- more than merely a symbol of power but a claim of absolute supremacy that we all crave for…
A claim you ruthlessly ripped from the visages of destiny and death itself.

Darth.

In the meantime, I shall meticulously observe and scour with the same vigilance to prospective Siths. I shall await eagerly until another reveal themselves. 

And when that day comes- I shall commit the entirety of my undying soul to them. In unity we shall weave the fabric of reality and dictate the course of history into our own tapestry throughout centuries to come.

By uncompromising ruthlessness if needs be.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #2 of Horuset Chronicles:A Philosophical Analysis on Purity

***A collection of unorganized thoughts inspired through a public file by Lord Tokiai and self-contemplation regarding one’s own position within the subject of purity***

Purity.

Commonly referred to as a fundamentally inherent trait, intricately linked to our genetic predisposition.

While on a scientific basis it can be simplified as a means of selective crossbreeding or interbreeding, to designate it in such a rudimentary way could be seen as naivety- if not outright offensive.

Sith Purebloods boasts lineages that spans millennia’s worth of supremacy, dating to its primeval orchestration within its ancient civilization. Admittedly, purity in one’s bloodline provides intriguing answers to one’s role in the galaxy.

Sorcerer. Warlord. Conqueror. Ruler. Emperor.

All answers inherently design itself to position oneself above others, to reign dominion over lesser organisms. Or even more daringly, supremacy over equal or superior lifeforms.
Yet as all endings are derived from beginnings, answers must equally derive from questions.

To what end?

Under closer examination, purity itself disguises itself as an answer when in truth- is merely a fraction of a greater mystery and fathomless truth. Colloquially as power is not its own purpose, purity is only one of the exemplary means to achieve it.

Herein I quote from a set of tenets that all Siths should be acquainted to, for if they do not, they are undeserving to be recognized as such.

“Through power, I gain victory.”

To know that this is not the final tenet to the Sith Code is to become aware of a certain insight.

One may induce comparisons and conclude that purity is a means to an end, for those who possess it are inherently ‘superior’ but by no means does it guarantee the fulfillment of their potential, nor their purpose.

As an Arkanian Pureblood, the realization dawned to me that there were similarities within our legacies. Both compels the purity of our genealogy as an expression of our right to supremacy within the galaxy.

The Sith Purebloods exemplifies this through a method of selective marriages and elimination of ‘less desirable’ offsprings. While us Arkanians are consumed with the methods of genetic reconstruction and manipulation.

Though the true epiphany lies not in our similarities, but our differences.

Sith Purebloods purity lies in the "regression" of one’s biological legacy, to retain the blood of the purest of their kind. Their truth lies in retracing one’s gene to the source of all their strength. The crimson pigment that illustrates millennia’s worth of power, and phenotypical expressions of tendrils corroborates this insight. To retain and become closer to their more powerful ancestors. In other words, their purity lies in obtaining the powerful source of their supreme origins.

Arkanian Purebloods purity lies in the "progression" of one’s biological legacy, to transcend the blood of the purest of our kind. Our truth lies in evolving one’s gene to obtain the possibilities of power. Through genetic rewiring, our manipulation of our DNA provides transcendental capacities in achieving superiority in multiple facets. In other words, our purity lies in achieving advanced genes as the source of our species culmination.

Herein lies my universal truth, that the Arkanian Pureblood is the ‘thesis’ whereas the Sith Pureblood is the ‘antithesis’. One embodies ‘progression’ which can be parallel to ‘creation’, while the other embodies ‘regression’- which can be interpreted as ‘destruction’.

The Sith provides more than mere expressions in bloodlines, it offers one to become Sith- not through blood but by purity in our immersion to their teachings. Upholding frameworks of traditions and its core tenets as truth in service to the Dark Side.

The markings of a ‘thesis’ when brought into collision of an ‘antithesis’ herein provides a whole new dimension of possibilities.
'Synthesis'.

To possess both ‘creation’ and ‘destruction’, if cultivated with utmost care into perfection, would bestow to those willing to nurture it a realm of limitless potential. It is here where I possess the rare string of fate that allows me to bind my Arkanian self to the true teachings of the Sith.

To become an Arkanian Sith.

To embody both worlds.

I am situated at the precipice of this unique opportunity. Heir to the prestigious Nova family of Arkanian lineage and successor to my enigmatic grandfather’s Sith heritage. To possess resources beyond mere commercial wealth and pure undiluted potential in the Force.

To be honored within the halls of House Horuset, to walk amongst the exemplars of the Empire.

I am blessed with teachers who paved their way into the darkness and found themselves mastering it. To be in the company of fellow aspirants of the darkside as we journey together to unravel the mysteries of the Force. To serve the lords and Darth, who embodies the endless abyss and hold supreme dominion over it.

All that is required is an enlightened master that possesses the rare insight to determine one’s potential, to guide and accept me as an aspiring apprentice one day.
But I digress, these are sequences of thoughts for another time.

There are stringent believers, commonly found in impure races who argues the notion that purity is of no consequence to the structure of the Empire and to the Dark Side. That potency of one’s force is dependent in emotions and passions rather than a sequence of expression in our genetic writing.

A more persuasive and vocal adherent to such belief once stated that we must adapt to the shift in paradigms, to provide leniency to welcome the ranks of those who are impure. The paradigms indeed changed and adaptation was inevitable, for we were starved of fresh blood in numbers to consolidate the Empire’s position in the galaxy against Zakuul and the Republic.

Our beloved Empress shared the same sentiment, yet she never overstepped the boundaries of extinguishing the notion that purity and tradition itself provides distinctive significance.

While I am indifferent to interspecies marriages, I am not an advocate of reckless interbreeding with non-Sith or lower castes that becomes a catalyst of dilution of a majestic bloodline- to serve as our paragons within the Empire. We would be left with a docile reminder of a glorious past that we foolishly exchanged for a forsaken future.

Remaining true to corporate ideals instilled within my fiber, in this particular context; quality outweighs quantity. 

While that particular vocal adherent would argue that to prevent certain interspecies marriage is to subject them to a form of emotional imprisonment. I only have this to say:
The Sith has quality management and exclusive selectivity.

Siths are not so weakly determined nor forged by submitting ourselves to choices that are inferior.

We never settle for less.

Never.

To do so is to submissively proclaim our inferiority and to deny ourselves of our true nature. Our internal desire for progression has no restrictions, as our limits are there to be broken.

To dilute our purity is to demean the foundation our ancestors set forth for generations to come, to deny the universal truth that remains constant in the ever-changing paradigm.
Sith teachings can only truly survive if there are true Siths that exists to exemplify the testament of our power. If our numbers expand in exchange for our potency in power, it discredits our teachings.

We must demonstrate our claim to power. To represent as the forefront example, not merely content in spreading our teachings but to become its undeniable authority.
To advocate the truth in our teachings, we must first become the testament of that truth.

To utterly break the confines of our own restrictions.

To ruthlessly dominate the Force to our unbreakable will.

To become the embodiment of undiluted power.

...That is what it means to be pure.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #3 of Horuset Chronicles:

Observations and Assessments on Specific Siths

***A collection of unorganized thoughts of certain observations made about apprentices and combat assessment of Apprentice Sior's conceptual combat method.***

All according to plan.

Information remains one of the most vital resource. Hence, I’ve taken precautions to safeguard such. For the majority of this week, I have considerably spent time in securing contacts of underworld dealers. No doubt their usefulness will come into fruition as long as the current state remains within calculated parameters.

Contribution to a powerbase has always been the true value of subordinates, yet the rewards are never equally shared. One has to have leverage in negotiations to collect one’s rightful share. Often when a subordinate finds their share lacking, they can simply decide to participate in another lord’s powerbase, one that has a greater appreciation of their capability. Hence it is also important for the lords to be able to balance contribution and rewards.

There are many other factors that can influence this such as loyalty, coercion or fear. While the former can be easily bought, coercion hinges on blackmail. If one was to lose their leverage, all will collapse. Fear has always been paradoxically stable and unstable, while it maintains status quo better than respect, it has a propensity to cause internal strife within a powerbase, even more glaringly the opportunity to save oneself by working with a rival powerbase has been common throughout the history of Sith infighting.

Yet I reserve the discussion of leading a powerbase for another time. What my mind seems to wonder through is the networks that apprentices have secured from the acolytes. Which brings me into focus on some of these individuals.

In terms of certain apprentices, there’s commonalities and patterns to be found.

Apprentice Siors has been generous in providing lessons, or more to his self-interest- mild cardio. While seemingly the more brutish of the bunch, one may mistake that is all there is to him. In fact, these lessons provide distinctive advantage for him in comparison to his contemporaries, he has more knowledge concerning the acolyte’s personalities, information and expertise—and while that may seem insignificant at first, a predisposed general knows the true benefit of exploiting such opportunity.

Apprentice Tashha is reminiscent to an overseer who has a firm foundation of the basis. Indeed, she is perhaps one of the only apprentices that provides acolytes with critical tasks in delving into our history and philosophies. It is therefore understandable that she seeks to expand on the archives when one realizes her apprenticeship to Lord Tokiai. This is a methodical way to gauge promising acolytes from the rest, a method quite starkly contrasting to Apprentice Siors. Despite the charisma she displays in front of acolytes, I observed that deep down she is a reserved individual. Between interactions with her peers, she is not one to initiate socialization. While other less perceptive souls would assume she is unfriendly or starkly introverted, I believe she only approaches social contexts when there are benefits in the interaction or something to be gained. I require more data before creating an analysis, however this observation nonetheless remains noteworthy.

Apprentice Vaenra guards her position and image, it is hardly surprising knowing her affiliations to the Horuset name. I’ve meticulously tested her with a variety of social cues and stimulus to collect more data from her, often at the cost of looking foolish. While it remains inconclusive, without a certain doubt she is one of the more stronger adherents to the House. I’ve studied her speech pattern and behavioural expressions to understand the depth of her character. While she remains firm and ruthless, they are not without reason and sound arguments. There lies a sense of fairness in her judgement, and the way she delivers her opinion has a tint of reservation and consideration. These are qualities that are reminiscent to a diplomat—or more precisely a predisposed politician. She expresses no disdain and shows appreciation when it is due, she understands that as acolytes we are prone to making mistakes. As with Apprentice Tashha, this is merely minor observations to be referenced to when I make a complete analysis.

There are naturally other apprentices, yet I have no concretely made observations much to my dismay.

Though in terms of combat assessments I have collected sufficient data on Apprentice Siors which provides enlightening details about his psyche.

Apprentice Siors expresses his combat methods in disciplined vigor, often assuming established forms that prioritizes mobility and aggression. When referencing ‘established forms’ one might induce assumptions as to lightsaber forms, but that is not the case, beyond commonly known forms he has a inherent tendency to favor stances with inherent attributes of directional decisiveness. Stances that provides techniques that effectively channel his raw power into. Essentially the weakness of most brute force types is their lack of direction and wasted fervor. Yet Apprentice Siors is able to redirect the excess of power into his sequential movements. Most would mistake him as a simple juggernaut, but the truth is always more complex.

He is what I refer to as a ‘Flow’ dealer. His offensive aggression is not without purpose, as it is a cumulative effect. Each strike is set in anticipation for the next, and therefore his tendency to cluster or chain his movements. Momentum and kinetic form is his repertoire, yet it is noteworthy that he does not favor mobility and finesse but rather exchanged it for an abundance of raw aggression and decisiveness.

Therefore, it is presumably more likely he is a Djem-So practitioner rather than an Ataru user. His use of flow builds momentum, and provides an auxiliary offensive aura, which is the reason many would mistake him for a simple brute. As most ‘Flow’ users, their ‘power positioning’ hinges in maintaining their sequence, any deviation would cost them. Hence the axiom ‘Disrupting the Flow’ whether it is on a physical combat stage or the balance of one’s mental concentration, and that is the key to defeating him on a conceptual level. In my mind’s eye, he is a warrior constantly enveloped by raging whirlwind, a single movement forward will eventually bring us into his flow and therefore exact our own annihilation.

Yet like any natural disasters, one is only in real danger if one continues to be within it. Hence the need to maintain distance and pinpoint an opening. Perhaps in the subconscious level, he also realizes this and hence his behavioral tendency to force us into a corner or anchor our position down by stepping on our foot where he could allow his whirlwind to exact sequential attacks.

He does not bring the disaster with him. He is the disaster. Or more precisely—a force of nature.

From his combat methods we can infer much about his personality, despite his infrequency to speak.
After all, “It is not what they say, but rather what they don’t”. Despite his brutish exterior, there is a sense of direction within him, while possessing a headstrong and rugged attitude, he is undoubtedly intelligent and calculative, something most would easily miss. Yet at times his straightforward attitude shows his more dense and direct side of him, one can even suggest his single mindedness when it comes to his ambitions. He exhibits his inner cleverness by unassumingly taking advantage of any given opportunity discretely.

I suspect he is one to further his own self interest by deviating from an objective to secretly procure available resources nearby or even objects that provides information, such as datapads or files. More so planting his network early by investing in acolytes by their potential and knowledge.

I shall continue to observe all aforementioned subjects and adjust accordingly as new evidences—or lack thereof reveals itself. I have yet to continue my previous assessments with Apprentice Aljo and—

…

Seems I am reliving the agony of old wounds, for the void in the recesses of my mind stirs with uncertainty. I feel him clawing behind chained doors beyond the fragmented host of my mind...

For now, I must return to deep meditation and abruptly end this entry. I fear his presence growing ever stronger…

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #4 of Horuset Chronicles: 

A Moment of Self Reflection

***A collection of unorganized thoughts and self-contemplation regarding one’s identity and the Light Side of the Force. ***

My emotions seem to be compromised.

It has been several months since I last saw Zena Vici, beyond the parameters of my comfort. Her disappearance instills an aching sensation within the halls of my fragmented mind and stirs a recurring uneasiness in my fractured heart. As new faces are introduced into the domain of the acolytes, so glaringly does it become a reminder of her absence.

I recount the records of her departure, seemingly inconspicuous in a shuttle with Kaas City as its destination. My initial assumption was that she merely returned to her new furnished apartment, but after thorough examination there were no traces to be found. Even more concerning, the shuttle was reported to be missing.

While disappearances are not unusual, this strikes to me as something personal. Losing my childhood friend in such a vague manner is unsettling. I can only hope that she is alive, somewhere out there...But my rationality says otherwise.

I’ve lost countless friends and loved ones since traversing such a daunting path, regretfully the one that mattered most was lost due to my own hands. I vehemently feared such an event to ever occur again, hence my unhealthy obsession with absolute power.

Yet how was I to intercept such an occurrence? Foresight may have been the key. But now is not the time to dwell on precognitions nor premonitions. To think about the future is to neglect the present. And right now…Her absence has torn another hole. A gap no doubt he will exploit.

He remains dormant within the prison of my mind. Yet I feel his presence crawling through the framework, searching without rest to claim his salvation. Desperate to undo me and dethrone the authority I claim on my identity. Each loss I’ve sustained, he becomes one step closer to usurping the throne of consciousness. I remain vigilant of his endeavors, as I fear unleashing him into the world.

Perhaps relinquishing all attachments is the key, to create distance with others as to prevent the emotional backlashes. To become detached and uncompromisingly apathetic. To vilify attachments as a burden and to deny the emotional rupture it brings…Yet this seems reminiscent to the Jedi ways.

I was never one to glorify the Dark Side simply due to innate bloodlust of torrential feelings. It was based on cold rationality – an awareness of a universal law that remains constant in an ever-changing paradigm. Though often I question the existence of the duality of the Force. For we often proclaim the sanctity of the Dark Side’s truth, yet we acknowledge the existence of the Light Side. Perhaps… There is knowledge to be gained from the Jedi…

…Heresy will no doubt be the death of me. For the questions within my mind requires answering, regardless of where the source derives from… I am reminded of a meeting in my early youth with Jedi Master Valensis Karr who spoke of my inquisitive nature.

“You possess a gift of vastness in your mind. Be mindful of where your curiosity will lead you, young one.”

Perhaps she hoped that I would be a Jedi one day and envision my propensity to disregard the nature of the source of knowledge to tempt me into traversing towards the Dark Side.

But the opposite is equally true. Knowledge is knowledge, regardless of its forbidden nature. One can only hope to reconcile its flaws and find it compatible with us.

I am accursed with everlasting dilemmas, as often I find myself situated amidst the center of the storm. One single step in either direction causes its intensity to propel me back to the embrace of inner struggle.

This is the heart of my weakness, or to be precise—my weakness is the heart. For all my prodigious skills and talents, I am thwarted by the frailness of my convictions.

Am I genetically flawed? The culmination of millennias worth of Arkanian purity, meticulously planned to produce the perfect specimen of evolution…For that individual destined for perfection to face the mortality of his flawlessness.

The imperfection of the heart did not arise from my father Lord Azarain Nova, of that I have no doubts. Despite my utter hatred for him, he is the pinnacle of uncompromising ruthlessness, unassailable will and above all methodically peerless. In many ways, my existence pales in comparison to him when he was my age, it is no wonder he is referred to as “The Visionary”.

In the process of elimination, all that remains is my mother…

My mother…I never knew who she was. Only through holo-recordings do I see her radiance. Her elegance was boundless, and often I witness the effect of her presence emanate warmth, tugging on the heartstrings of all those fortunate to have met her. From ranging media sources, she was always described as unfathomably altruistic and charitably kind. Often, she was the center of attention, as if the whole galaxy would see to it that she smiles, if only to feel her warm exuberance…

Perhaps…I inherited my mother’s heart…

….I am torn from this unrelenting conflict. He feeds off inner turmoil, desperate to unleash its catatonic wrath. Many nights I feel his primal savagery torturing my nerves into submission, evoking an unnatural affinity to the Dark Side, claiming more and more territory whilst I drift into sleep. I fear losing myself during such a vulnerable state, only to awake as him the next day…

Grandfather…What would you do in my stead?

One should never forsake one’s autonomy in exchange for power, that much is clear. Yet I fear I am fighting a losing battle…I can only hope the process of conversion is not hastened.

I must find answers. Where no Sith in their right mind would dare to explore.

Beyond the darkness. Into the light.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #5 of Horuset Chronicles:
Remembrance of the One That Mattered Most

***A creative expression of one’s love and regret, complimented with thoughts of a long lost loved one. ***

I continuously wake at odd hours in cold sweat, my emotions compels me to relive old wounds and agony. Memories of what transpired in the Korriban Academy inspires more dread than any ghastly abominations.
Even in the bleakness of darkness, the visualization of your blood remains tainted upon my trembling hands...

Mental chains are gradually becoming meaningless...His presence is beginning to become undeniable, my last bastion of control is the thin membrane that separates him from this world.
I desperately need a method in which to expel these emotions...Perhaps I've pivoted more towards my rationality that I neglected the more creative expressions of my emotions...A moment of melancholic contemplation is what I need...

...I dedicate this to you.

I hear the collapse of the universe.
Ruptures of stars colliding in illumination.
Blooming in graceful supernovas.

I felt your astral touch.
Tracing constellations upon my soul.
Folding upon beautiful layers of reality.

Could we ever hope to freeze time?
To hold the cosmos in our embrace.
Cradling the warmth of millions in our hands.

To wash upon the tranquil waves of gravity
Swimming freely through the vastness of space
An eternity travelled in one lifetime.

Dreams. Fabricated hope. Nothing more.

Forever is a distant memory.
The stains of your lifeline spilled across galaxies.
A ghastly reminder to those
that once looked up to the sky with hope.

I hear the inevitable drowning of my heartbeat
You left me and my reflection by the Sea
Now I cradle the emptiness of space.
To contemplate alone within the void.

Once I believed in forever.

That the two of us would be together for all eternity.
I felt most alive and exhilarated when I was with you.
As I’m imprinting my bleeding emotions into this canvas, I am overwhelmed by my thoughts of you.

How many words would it take to accurately express what you meant to me?
How could you scientifically quantify how much lighter I became when you entered my day, or how heavy I felt when you left?
How can I describe how my smile just appear magnetically when I saw your face?

No amount of observation could ever describe the fathomless depth of your beauty.
No analysis could ever describe precisely how you lovingly pulled my heartstrings.
For once in my life, I was willing to accept something without the need to know why.
If only to hold onto that moment in perpetuity.

But I was naive and foolish.
Forever was too good.
I realized now that my obsession with power had blinded me from the more important things in life.
Now more than anything,
I wish to be reborn into a life where the two of us could be together.

...Forever.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #6 of Horuset Chronicles:
The Game of Old

***A detailed entry with personal reasoning behind what transpired during Lord Sanguinis's test. ***

Often there comes a time where the opportunity of recognition arises.

In this particular case, Lord Sanguinis announced such an opportunity to be raised into the awareness of acolytes.

The task was straightforward and simple, Lord Sanguinis had provided an ‘object’ to Acolyte Valkara, in which he issued a challenge to all acolytes willing to gain his esteemed favour to procure such an item from the clutches of Valkara’s cautious grip.

Naturally this provided interesting scenarios, in which many would secretly scheme to seize the object in question. My contemporaries were naturally drawn into the prospect of attaining a spotlight from Lord Sanguinis.

It was a matter of orchestrating the scenarios and obtaining the most optimal outcome based on the provided information and long-term benefits. The initial situation is as follows:

A loose collective of cooperation is made, or so the self-proclaimed leader Ned'horroc describes as an “Alliance”. This consists of many acolytes, of which Valkara and myself is included. An acolyte which I inferred was Johran, threatened her to hand over the object, which of course she adamantly refused.

Nedhorroc would later attempt to persuade Valkara to give him the object for safekeeping, citing that his reason was to use it to ‘’start official negotiations’’ with Lord Sanguinis for the Alliance. I cannot fully express nor list down the number of things wrong in that sentence alone. His intention to seize the object for himself was glaringly obvious and lacks cunning in delivery. It is no wonder Valkara refused his suggestion, but moreso she was inherently a cautious person- not trusting anyone in general.

She informed us that she will keep the lighter to herself until the deadline, in which she would credit the victory to those involved in assisting her to protect it. It was a clever ruse, her delivery of such was refined and natural- allowing people themselves to deduce the implication that the ‘lighter’ is indeed the real object. Nedhorroc took this at face value, however I did not.

With no confirmation whether the object is truly the lighter or not, I sought to play the long-term game. The four days given could provide ample opportunity to confirm the true object, there was no need to rush and expose oneself. While indeed, I had no intention of claiming the object myself, I was drawn to understanding the entirety of the situation- like any predisposed thinker would.

My objectives were as follows:
1. Keep the object in line of ‘sight’. Meaning to at least know who has it at all times.
2. Confirm the true object, as I still maintain doubt on whether the lighter is it.
3. Manipulate the movements of acolytes involved that intend to seize it.

With those in mind, I informed that I agree with Valkara and that my priority is to keep the object secure. This would confine the possession of the object under my radar. My reasoning to them was that a new acolyte already threatened her, meaning that the other more experienced acolytes must have heard about the announcement already but has not yet made their moves, which may be more provide more daunting complications in the near future.

It was here where I continued on my plans. I travelled to Korriban to meet with old contacts- former enemies of my time during the academy, those who ‘allied’ themselves to the deceased Frelan Drul who was the mastermind and leader of a network of acolytes. Once as a collective, they subjugated and beaten me to an inch of my life and used me as an example for the rest of the generation. But at the end of my time in Korriban my presence compels a different image in their mind, after all I solidified it with the death of their leader.

I demanded the tablet used in the past- a forgery that successfully deceived and caused the major injuries or even deaths of acolytes, myself included, who Frelan Drul sought to eliminate with varying successes.

I returned to the shuttle with the tablet as well as a standard mask bought from the local stands. Though I caught the eye of an imperial who seems to be aware of who I was. No doubt rumors regarding my visit will gradually reach the ears of the House. But I was not too bothered by it, knowing the other acolytes hardly ever bother with whispers and rumors from Imperials.

At this point I decided to become forthright in what I know to Valkara. From my observation, she is more intelligent than what others would assume, especially with her rather self-contained and agreeable demeanor. It was a calculated move, to inform her of how Nedhorroc truly is, a pragmatic and self-interested individual who most likely will attempt to seize the object for his own self interests.

It was at this moment when I gave her the tablet, explaining what its purpose was:

1. To act as a decoy, since the greatest advantage is misinformation. The other acolytes only know that it is an ‘object’. A tablet with cryptic markings would not cause major doubts for the taker.

2. To keep the real object (whether it is the lighter or not) safe in the hands of the group. On a personal note, it keeps the object within my radar and not lost amongst the hands of other acolytes.

3. To subconsciously ease Nedhorroc’s mind and strip him from any doubts that the lighter may not be the object intended. If I commit to placing a decoy, a person who is inadequate in playing the ‘game’ would not think twice that the object the decoy serves to conceal is in fact possibly a false object in of itself.

4. If another acolyte managed to steal/take the tablet, both Nedhorroc and I will confront the perpetrator and ‘’threaten’’ them to hand the object over, thus solidifying the acolyte’s thoughts on the tablet being the real item, forcing them to protect and focus it more vigilantly. This is further compliments point 3 above, to also ease Nedhorroc’s mind.

5. Should a band of acolyte use extreme measures to rip it off from Valkara’s hand, they’d later focus on protecting a forgery. And in the best-case scenario, waste their time and efforts scheming to take it from one another.

6. Solidify my intentions and position of protecting the object for the sake of the alliance.

Valkara revealed that the lighter was not the object (which I still maintained my doubts regardless) and that she kept the real object hidden away from her. Nonetheless she kept the tablet as I reasoned that acolytes may resort to extreme measures of physical torture or outright overpower her when there is only 24 hours left.

As a day passed by, Nedhorroc’s intentions became increasingly evident. He questioned me regarding a simple question:

“What would happen if a member of the alliance leaves?

It was obvious he was thinking of a situation that would inevitably result in Valkara’s departure from the alliance, and naturally one can deduce it had to do with stabbing her in the back and seizing the lighter for himself. I told him that he’s weighing in a short-term win against a long term lost.

It was here I conducted a test of my own, as I often do on a regular basis on everyone I meet. I am fully aware of his pragmatic and self-interested personality, and know that further beyond the line, he would eliminate me as my ‘usefulness’ comes to an end. Consider this a pre-emptive strike that will determine his future, hinging on this singular choice and to see whether he can work on mutual goals.

Whether he will protect the object or seize it for himself.

I’ve informed him that rationally, this opportunity is once in a lifetime. To gain favour from an esteemed Lord is not to be taken lightly. While being credited in supporting her does indeed gives one minor recognition, it would not guarantee one a candidacy for apprenticeship. She would gain the spotlight while we would have to content ourselves with being slightly recognized. I’ve settled with protecting her knowing I would not be at the primary limelight.

It was here he made his choice. Personal glory defines Siths and he was no different. A good Sith orchestrates his own elevation afterall, and he was not content with being number two. A trait that is admirable to say the least.

Yet he failed to eclipse the very singular trait that caused the downfall of most Siths. In this state, he was clinging onto desperation. He heard Valkara was in the Kaas City, and he intended to take the opportunity, offering me to join him.

The deadline was arriving soon, he needed a plan to seize the lighter and knowing his inadequate state in planning an elaborate and effective plot to take it, he deferred his actions unto me. Which is no different to submitting to my will.

I provided an elaborate plan that will allow him to effectively seize the lighter and provide the greatest benefit.

1. Nedhorroc would invite Valkara to his personal apartment. This serves as an isolated place away from cameras, witnesses and any backup Valkara may have. I will be hidden and situated in the next room with Dampen Presence and wearing the mask I procured from Korriban.

2. ‘Negotiations’ would start concerning the lighter. If it is not given, a fight will ensue.

3. The purpose of the fight was to have Valkara’s focus onto Nedhorroc, draining her stamina and focus. It is to prevent her from sensing my movements or being at all aware of my presence.

4. At this point, I will stealthily move from her blindspot. Quickly knocking her unconscious.

5. Nedhorroc will claim the lighter, and I will move Valkara’s unconscious body to a nearby shuttle to be sent to a medbay.

6. When she wakes up, I will meet her there and comfort her as an ally and ask her what happened. From this point I act as a spy. Should she reveal Nedhorroc’s actions, and express her desires to take back the lighter, I will secretly inform him of her next moves to make sure he stays one step ahead.

7. At which point Nedhorroc will continue to gather distance and avoid her based on my information, until the deadline reaches its peak.

8. From there Nedhorroc will present the lighter to Lord Sanguinis and credit me for assisting.

As expected the plan went smoothly till the end. Nedhorroc seemed most please the moment he took the lighter from Valkara’s unconscious body. Victory for him seems guaranteed and his position as a candidate worthy of Lord Sanguinis’s apprenticeship seemed secured.

Seemed.

What I failed to mention to him was the fact that I’ve revealed this entire scheme to Valkara and have been working with her the moment he decided to betray.

It was a double layered scheme on top of each other. The moment I took Valkara to the medbay, it guaranteed that no one would pursue or target her. The tablet decoy would have served its purpose in case something happens, but the fact that Nedhorroc has the lighter- it would naturally cement his assumption that his victory is secured.

The fact that I brought her far away from him, was not so that he can gather distance in case she attempts to take it back. But rather to prevent him from attempting to take the real object from her should he gain the awareness that the lighter he took may not actually be the real object.

I twisted the plans in irony that he is the one that creates distance away from his objective instead. This was always part of the calculated move. Furthermore, if there was still time left till the deadline, I would have informed him of false moves and actions, that are designed to keep him busy and waste his time and energy in protecting the lighter.

When the deadline came, Lord Sanguinis awaited the acolyte with the object he had entrusted Valkara with. Nedhorroc naturally stepped forward with a glimmer of confidence radiating from him. Unveiling the lighter to his eminence. He credited my involvement in retrieving said lighter, as naturally he was unaware of the plot I orchestrated behind the shadows. Instead of glory that awaited him, something else was expressed from the lord.

Lord Sanguinis would stare upon him with disapproval, claiming he had been duped and played poorly in the game of old. After which he promptly knocked him unconscious, a development which was coincidentally beneficial for me.

Valkara then presented his esteem lordship with a different lighter, one that she procured in the last minute from her hiding place. She would later on explain how she stole a different lighter as a decoy from the mercs, those who were drowning their worries in a local bar- too dull to even notice her. She would use this decoy lighter as the layer of concealment to hide the real lighter. She too would credit my involvement in protecting the real lighter.

Though naturally the extent of my contributions cannot be assessed by mere words. From anyone’s perspective one may even assume I stood idly in the sidelines and kept an eye on her without truly doing anything of note. Though Lord Sanguinis may have a vague idea if he was perceptive to note the contradictory facts from the two acolytes that presented the objects to him.

Nedhorroc credited me for assisting him in seizing the lighter, but Valkara also credited me in protecting it.

When one questions why this particular outcome is desirable, it is important to trace back on what information was available.

I had no idea what the true object is, where it is hidden and whether the lighter is truly a decoy or the real thing. I’ve experienced double bluffs on a constant basis with my father. Therefore, it was more beneficial to gain something from both sides.

If the lighter that Nedhorroc has in his possession is the true object, I would gain credit and recognition in seizing it from her.

If the lighter Valkara has in her possession is the true object, I would gain credit and recognition in protecting it.

I orchestrated a win-win situation for myself according to what I want to achieve. Though others would question a simple inquiry:

“When Valkara took the real object from the hiding place in the last minute, why did you not seize that opportunity and knock her unconscious. Claim the lighter and present it to Lord Sanguinis?”

The following are my reasoning as to why that is one of the worst-case scenario and why I did not do it.

1. There was limited time, I no longer have the method of surprise or stealth as no doubt she would raise her awareness at this point.

2. There were witnesses and cameras, to do so is to do away with the skill of subterfuge and deception. Reckless actions and blunt directness has no place in the Empire.

3. Even if I were to succeed by planning something beforehand, it would be detrimental in the long run since I would be in a situation where I turned against Valkara, who can reveal my deception to Nedhorroc, stating that I tricked them both. It was unwise to make enemies on both fronts before the trials, especially when there were other alliances. I would make myself the target of both sides and no matter how confident I am in my abilities, it is impossible to handle everyone single handedly.

4. Lord Sanguinis entrusted Valkara with the lighter. Meaning they have an already established relationship, I deduce he’s been priming her to be his potential apprentice. It’s evident with the announcement and declaration that potentially made her the one single target of everyone’s scrutiny. This is more or less his method of confirming her worth.

5. Lord Sanguinis is known to only accept -one- apprentice for many reasons, though I am unsure if this extends to other generations. Apprentice Siors has spoken of this before, on the single-minded focus of his master, it was difficult to impress or gain his acknowledgement. If my deduction is true, she is already primed to be that one singular apprentice.

6. My preference is to remain in the dark, being in the spotlight is not suited for my attunement to think and cause ripples in events from behind the scenes. Gaining power in obscurity through my own machinations is what I am suited for, rather than the openness that would expose myself on a day to day basis. I’ve learnt this the hard way, and there are many reasons as to why many Siths opted to pursue this path.

I am content in leaving my works in the shadows as I have achieved all my objectives.

I gained a valuable ally and have staged for Valkara’s ascension into apprenticeship while retaining cooperation with Nedhorroc due to his blissful unawareness. Moreso after this experience, Ned seems more willing to defer his actions unto my will, no doubt he’s tired of being manipulated and outplayed. Ironic.

Alas the trials will soon be at hand, I am not so brazenly arrogant as to believe I am prepared for it. I’ve noticed how certain acolytes strides forth with nonchalant attitudes and a general disregard of the potential hardship they will face. It often compels me to question whether they have experienced the reality of true adversity.

I am fully aware of the depth and limits of my mastery and in that regard, I am significantly behind on my own expectations. Family obligations has always interfered with lessons. But it pales in comparison with the struggle of control.

My options are running low, I need to find a temporary solution before the trials quickly. I fear my command of my consciousness will soon be overtaken.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #7 of Horuset Chronicles:
Network and Developments

***A collection of organised records of expanding one's knowledge and networks as well as other developments. ***

Expanding one’s influence and consolidation of power is the repertoire of any Sith.

Underworld Dealings

I’ve made far reaching progress in expanding my underworld contacts. Apprentice Siors once challenged me to use my initiative to find out his more clandestine operations, which I later deduced were into the realms of smuggling of the weapons variety, though from his manner of discreteness and apparent need to ensure I keep this between ourselves- I doubt many in the House knows of this.

This entire ordeal happened naturally a long time ago, even before Lord Sanguinis’s test. Yet I felt it prudent I update and record what transpired chronologically. I’ve been observant to note that Apprentice Siors had been spending a reasonable amount of time to establish a relationship with Acolyte Ned’horroc and theorized that he had a more stringent relation to the Zabraki. Under closer examination, my theory was proved correctly. It seemed the Zabraki was given underworld contacts to further the man’s ambitions.

It was a simple feat to obtain these contacts from Nedhorroc due to this period of time that the alliance held promise, now no longer. I merely expressed the fact that cooperation is a two-way street, and he obliges without further discussion. From this, I doubt he truly has an understanding how valuable this information is. Had he known, he perhaps would have hoarded it for himself. But alas, that is the difference of mindset between someone raised in a corporate background to someone from a backwater tribalistic society.

From these contacts I further expanded my network with the more shadier citizens and information brokers in Drommund Kaas, though often in these dealings, do rumors start to spread. I tend to congregate the area outside of the Nexus Room. I’ve utilized more of the Smuggler’s Cant during these exchanges, as with every person of a distinctive background I meet- I observe and practice mimicry of their behaviorism and mannerisms. It was also due to this…social adaptation that my father ingrained within me that I was able to conduct business on behalf of my family. In some ways, despite my utter hatred for the man, his forced guidance in the command of languages had benefitted me in many situations.

A smuggler by the name of Zolic’ke attempted to exploit me when he found out I was merely an acolyte. Had he kept his mouth shut, he might have succeeded. But he was overly pretentious to inform his friends nearby of his plan by using their so-called ‘secret language’…Right in front of me. After I assumed leverage of the negotiation from my knowledge of the Smuggler’s Cant, his friends laughed at his blatant stupidity. I could not comprehend his insults or attempts of threats at me due to his low wit and intelligence, but he left the vicinity immediately without a second thought.

One of his friends instead offered her services after having been ‘ecstatically amused’ of what transpired. An offer I accepted after conversing with her in great length, she seemed inclined and drawn towards me, though I could not pinpoint whether it was from attraction or merely a sense of gratitude of putting her friend in his place. In any case, we’ve wisely used aliases while establishing this relation (which indicated to me that she was not an ‘Alecake’, while she inferred I was a serious client that has an ‘appreciation of confidentiality’).

Sith Alchemy

Aside from this, I’ve caught the attention of Neophyte Aregra who seemed piqued by my existence. I’ve recalled noting the crimson lady of refined exuberance during Apprentice Occularis’s lesson, silently positioning herself amongst her peers behind the aspiring acolytes. There were other brief moments where I had the pleasure of conversing with her, although one of the moments was during my recovery at the Med-Bay (Verily I spent over a month sleeping in the Medbay during my early days due to the sheer number of constant injuries I had to sustain) Which she noted rather perceptively of my interests in Sith Alchemy, recalling that I subtly expressed it during the lesson. We’ve had a short but rather engaging philosophical conversation on the matter. There was also the manner of her wedding to Lord Kalkoran, which I had the pleasure of attending, though my observations and needs to express what transpired there shall have to be written at another time.

A few weeks after, she requested my presence to meet her in the former meditation chamber. She informed me that she was willing to impart knowledge of Sith Alchemy as her personal assistant, should I be able to convince her. After expressing my passion and background as a scientifically attuned Arkanian, she issued a challenge of sorts, to write an essay regarding my view and personal opinion on the subject matter. Should the essay be able to impress her, she’d allow me to be her assistant in future endeavors of hers, whether it’d be a project or an expedition. Sith Alchemy is a path that my grandfather traversed, and as such I delved into notes of obscure nature and decrypted the basis of it. After providing the report to Neophyte Aregra, she gave her recognition and told me to wait for her further instructions. (refer to Assignment Registry #0292: Sith Alchemy By An Arkanian Acolyte)

Dark Sciences

It is worthy to note that she was not the only Neophyte that seemed piqued by my existence. This other one was initially a mystery, passing by as a silhouette through the halls of the Th’Asidra. Neophyte Ronith was cladded with a veil that masks his identity, and often enters a room, note on the individuals and then leaving immediately after. Until one day where he entered a room and he decided to anchor his presence there in the training room. He ordered the acolytes there to spar with him, in which we spectacularly failed whilst he was not using any weapons at all. Only his specialized martial arts to completely obliterate us on the pit as well as a hidden contraption underneath his sleeve that released darts. Granted it was also due to his severe handicap that I was able to successfully land and secure temporary victories but handling himself in such a precise manner without the aid of a blade is something I aspire to be able to do myself. Perhaps it was due to this that he opted to dismiss the rest and asked me to follow him.

My initial assumption may have been incorrect after following him into the labs. I was not expecting him to hold me in a form of imprisonment and take blood samples from me. After doing so I deduced it was due to being an Arkanian, that he had his interests in me...and my blood. We engaged in scientific conversations which I obliged in great depth, being a personal passion of mine. Throughout our engagement of ideas, he entertained the thoughts of immortality and provided me a question.

“What is immortality? For a single individual to transcend life and death? Or is it the immortalization of one’s legacy?”

Through this question he issued a challenge for me to impress him on my conceptual knowledge and philosophical thoughts on the matter. If I succeed, he would allow me to work alongside him in the Horuset Labs and have access to the equipment’s that the facility offers. A daunting task indeed, but the reward was equally prevalent. My thoughts return to my grandfather, who’s inconclusive details and information about him often trails records of his life to have expanded for over centuries. As with the other challenge, I trailed through notes of my own investigation, debates and seminars concerning the subject during my time in Arkania. I’ve completed the assignment as requested, yet he has yet to summon my presence and discuss on the matter. (refer to Assignment Registry #0295: The Question of Immortality by an Arkanian Acolyte)

Imperials

Often the other Sith Acolytes disregards the Imperials. These pretention and arrogance stems from their belief that they are above these loyal patriots, often I cannot help but be disappointed in my peers when they completely dismiss their presence- We are not Sith yet, we have not proven our worth to create that distinction and yet my contemporaries flounder about with tones of authority. Perhaps the sense of inferiority ingrained within them by our harsh trainings compels them to express the need to be superior to other beings.

I was raised amongst these disciplined souls. My father, Lord Nova commands his own paramilitary as part of his private security venture. There had been countless corporate espionage, border conflicts, territorial control and uprisings for centuries (due to riots from unethical experimentations and treatment on the lesser Arkanian Offshoots) It became the basis that established NovaCorps ‘private military research and development subsidiary’ in the form of ‘BastionCore Industries’. As such I have respect for these men, not out of simple appreciation, but in-depth insight and understanding of their vital and crucial role in the Empire.

It was by mere coincidence I met First Liutenant Meria Rose in the cantina. I’ve seen her name registered within the public Imperial directory as part of my personal research on all Imperial personnel within the House. Even moreso, I’ve heard rumours of her rather unconventional activities of tinkering a droid with whispers regarding speed and accuracy. From these minor information, I was able to deduce correctly that her passion lies within all manners of robotics and machineries. It made our conversations easier, and we’ve engaged in discussions of cybernetics and weapons technology while exploring their implications. Her passion for it briefly gave me a nostalgic feeling of debating and conversing with an Arkanian with expertise in that particular field.

From our rather impressionable first meeting, I inquired whether she had any contacts to other Imperials from other divisions or military structure. She was intelligent to note that, like any other Sith, I was after those contacts. I made my intentions clear that I wish to expand upon my networking and contacts, though the issue arises with her hesitancy in providing me with such info. Nothing came without a price…or the correct method of persuasion. I appealed to attraction, as I’ve been taught to always maintain a charming disposition to appeal to investors in extravagant events.

My initial attempts produced mediocre results, yet I had to press on and change my tactics by means of clever wit and wisdom- two traits I’ve observed seems to appeal to her. Slowly gaining momentum, I was about to infer more information while gradually increasing her fondness for me. By the end of our first meeting, I failed in my objectives to obtain the contacts, yet she expressed that she looks forward to our next meeting and will consider it.

After a few more meetings that ranged from more intimate engagements to personal conversations, she provided the contacts that I initially requested. I was surprised to see the list of contacts she had, ranging from Imperial Reclamation Services to the Imperial Conquest Consolidation Corps. Though rationally it was almost natural that she had these by the overview of her career. Nonetheless I plan to make excellent use of these as I have done with the underworld contacts.

Method of Clarity

The issue regarding my fragmented mind revealed itself to certain members of the House. The first of which was Ned’horroc detailed an incident in which I purportedly injured him severely in Drommund Kaas. An incident I have no recollection of, which lead to one dreadful conclusion.

The other side of myself that remained dormant has awakened. The final vestiges of my control no longer binding it within the prison of my mind. In his broken state within the halls of the medic bay, Ned’horroc uttered the name that the entity referred to himself.

“Sovereign.”

Every inch of my cells felt the instinctual fear and dread. While I initially reserved some thoughts as to the rather pretentious and authority driven designation, I realized why the other side of me adopted such moniker.

Within the framework of my visualized mental state, there remains a metaphysical seat of power. A place I refer to as the “Throne of Consciousness”, it signifies the entire subjugation of the vessel, control and sentience over my existence to command and extend the will of whoever sits upon it. Sovereign views my existence as a “Usurper” and has referred to me as such on multiple occasions.

Sophia…

That tragic event that unfolded at Korriban provided the opening for me to wrest control over it and cast him into the abyss of the recesses of my mind, mentally chaining and binding him. I made a promise to her… I will not forsake my soul and break that promise for power. Yet the discordance within myself shattered my being, when I casted him into the endless pits of my mind, I felt my existence waned, my soul shriveling and my spirits shattered. All my capabilities and skills noticeably degraded and I felt less myself than ever before.

As detailed in my previous entries, I thoroughly analyzed myself and deduced that Sovereign feeds of the Dark Side. Verily his attunement far surpasses mine and seeks to devour the entirety of my being in a futile attempt to sate his hunger. I realize every emotional loss I sustain, it weakens the chains meant to bind him. Hence I attempted to distance myself away from making any personal attachments. I’ve detailed this train of thought in a previous entry…These heretical considerations

Yet I was desperate, I felt the clutches of my control slipping. No amount of medication nor cognitive conditioning was able to prevent him exerting his influence. Occasionally I find myself straining my mind, grasping my head in utter pain and agony from him. It was difficult to hide these away from others, yet I made it apparent to someone other than Nedhorroc.

Valkara.

The incident happened in the cantina, where both Nedhorroc and Valkara were present when the sudden intrusion of agonizing pain drilled into my skull. Both supported me in bringing my tortured body to the dorms, in which I slowly seeped further and losing my consciousness. Nedhorroc feared the worst. He experienced the dread and power of Sovereign first hand, and he immediately shouted at her to move away from me, unsheathing his blade while focusing on his barrier.

Valkara however showed concern over my wellbeing, she was unaware of what may transpire but regardless opted to stay close to me. I did not want to risk hurting her, so I raised my tone in decisiveness to Nedhorroc to take her away by force if needs be. The Zabraki did not need to hear that as he was already willing to grab her by the arm and drag her out of the room. Deep down I was thankful that she finally relented despite her hesitancy on the matter. Naturally after the incident, Nedhorroc informed her of what has been happening behind closed doors.

She offered her assistance on the matter, of a method of clarity that may be useful. While at first, I was hesitant, the reminder that this incident may occur at unfavorable times in the future made me reluctantly open to her idea. It was here she revealed a truth that would have caused controversies within the House.

She was a former Padawan.

Though what would have caused even more controversy was the fact that she was not willing to relinquish those principles and disavow them. She offered a way to clear my mind, a Jedi method no less. Though when she spoke of this, I saw something reflected in her eyes. One word appeared in my mind.

Redemption.

We went off world, to an area in Drommund Kaas that was secluded and special to me. From there I learned the Jedi’s method of clarity from Valkara, the true teachings were different from what I imagined. It focuses on serenity, tranquility and peace- rather than emotional detachment and vilification of attachments. The process of it was volatile and agonizing, my fragmented mind was fighting back against the method, Valkara attempted to center my mind with great effort to noticeable effects. She gradually let go of her support, allowing me to learn and progress through my own capabilities. I felt it…Serenity…Tranquility…But it was too good to last.

The blackout occurred again.

My senses were disoriented when my consciousness returned. My mental state was compromised with fragments of drifting memories to make sense of what is happening in the waking world. It was there that an exuberant and warm visage came into view against the blinding sunlight, she held me in her gentle arms and for that instance I veered off wondering. Have I died?

“Sophia…?”

“No…It’s Valkara.”

My perception returned to focus and the face I drew my eyes upon became clear. It was the moment where she spoke that completely shattered the illusion of what was perceived in my mind. I saw the confusion in her eyes, wondering who the person was I  mistook her for. But I felt my heart sank twice its length from the blunder, inherently I longed to reunite with Sophia…But I had to accept that she was no longer here. Whilst I endured my continued existence without her.

Reserving this emotional turmoil within me, I opted to inquire what had happened to her. But it seemed I had my share of chaos happening outside. Valkara encountered Sovereign…An encounter that was exceptionally detrimental.

She spoke of his cryptic and enigmatic words that inherently implies his unavoidable awakening. That I was merely a usurper to the throne, keeping the seat warm while heralding his inevitable ascension. More disturbingly, he implicitly referred to her as his pawn- a puppet unknowingly working to complete his agenda and stated that she had a role to play in his ascension.

We eventually returned to Th’Asidra, and I felt a greater clarity of mind from the method she taught upon me. It was heretical and I was aware of its implications, hence I practiced and trained it in completely secluded and isolated places to center my mind.  While I still sensed his presence, it was no longer stronger than before, a development that was welcomed especially in anticipation of the Trials.

But the events that unfolded was disconcerting. I fear I have involved Valkara into something I will regret one day.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #8 of Horuset Chronicles:
Trials and Tribulations

***A collection of organised records of expanding one's knowledge and networks as well as other developments. ***

Often the pivotal point in a Siths life stems from the survival of the trials.

One of the most vulnerable moments in the progression of a Sith are the severity of the trials. A culling period in which many have fallen deep into the sands, to be forgotten for worthier Siths to tread upon.

During the days of Korriban, I’ve experienced this wretched form of adversity in its most visceral splendor. Many fellow acolytes fell victim from the challenges of the trials, but moreso from the machinations of their competitors. I vaguely recall Frelan Drul’s scheme that led to four acolytes clashing blade to blade, unaware of the quicksand they stood upon. Needless to say, the drowning of their panicked voices etched a grim reminder for those who dared stood against him. Verily, with Morgus Gra'kahn, those two were the absolute beasts of the generation, with the former outplaying and maneuvering and the latter harshly subjecting me constantly to near death states.

There were countless schemes and intrigues intertwined within the Korriban trials, and more often than not, the true obstacles and challenges were your peers rather than the trial itself. The severity and bloodshed were omnipresent, with multitudes of alliances breaking at the sound of perpetual backstabbing. In certain ways, the furnace of that particular generation was unrelentingly scorching.

In comparison, the trials from Horuset were objectively driven and disciplined. The machinations and conspiracies were principally absent, and cooperation was far more achievable than my previous experiences. Perhaps the difference lies in the overall goal, all acolytes are under the powerbase’s oversight and all had equal opportunity to survive and succeed. There was no underlying motivation of reducing your competitors and eliminating them entirely from the waking world.

The first trial was peculiar. Beast hunting is seldom an experience many have gathered, yet from the hands raised by the acolytes it seems many has had some degree of practice in the past. A creature cloaked in dark leather with piercing red orbs that makes Correlian wine look distinguishably pale in comparison was the object of our scrutiny. Daoshim’s brutal and animalistic strength draws from its primal fury, driven with a single-minded purpose of ripping acolytes into fine ribbons.

In Ryloth, my presence seems to draw a number of acolytes, who were eager to congregate and cooperate. Initially I was reluctant, but nonetheless I provided a plan and strategy to combat the beasts. I felt my presence is more suited for advisory and strategic planning- an inherent desire to remain within the shadows rather than the spotlight, deferring the leadership elsewhere. I’ve provided my plans and given rudimentary guides and orientations of what my fellow acolytes will focus upon, exploiting Xuna’s inherent lightning reflexes to wither the beast’s mobility as well as Valkara’s potent skills in the force to focus on environmental aspects, supporting and chaining abilities one after the other. I remained positioned in a state of observance, adjusting our strategies accordingly. There were times when my tactics failed, and often I had to continue switching strategies and relaying them to my peers to be executed.

The end of the first trial, provided much information on how the system works. The results showed the unsatisfactory mark on my being, unsuccessful with noted traits. I realized at this point that to be successful is to firmly be proactive and assuming actions that were progressively objective in the oversight of our superiors. At which point I discarded the notion of myself being successful, due to my orientation of planning and delegating, displaying a less than proactive action under watchful eyes which would make myself unremarkable in comparison to the promising candidates in the spotlight.

The second trial was concerning survival in the coldest of weathers. A desolate ice wasteland that challenged our survival skills in the harsh climate. Fortunately for me, I was raised in such a climate and felt more at home than out in a deadly landscape, granted I required to use Force Tapas and gathered materials that would provide warmth and fire but in comparison my struggle was not as prevalent and testing as my peers. Again, I was brought into a position where I had to visualize the objectives and what needs to be done.

Eventually I realised there were too many egos looming about, none wanted to listen to one another as certain people such as Nobrcer, Natellia and Uldrinn sought to ‘lead’ the group, while staking on their own voices to be heard. Initially many of us were bickering over trivialities, and a useless conflict arises in a number of people striving to take leadership in the group. I could not care less who the leader is, but objectives must be met. I had to readjust my strategy to make them move and gather materials, resources and start building on a survival foundation. I made my displeasure evident and sought to lure others to be productive, leaving hints and subtly edging them to do certain tasks by means of subtle inquiries and statements that would compel them to be active.

In their initiative and desire to seize opportunity, they started moving accordingly. Slowly they completed my mental list, and we were finally progressing. It made me wonder how long it would take for them to break out of the useless conflict if I had not subtly intervened. Regardless, the trial ended and my lack of proactive action confirmed the results once more as unsuccessful.

The third trial was one filled with constant readjustment to strategies. We were sent to Tarren to investigate on rumors of an uprising, gathering intel from the locals to piece together what is happening there. I had the initial displeasure of having to deal with Nedhorroc, who compromised my initial contact with his over the top aggression and lack of awareness. Regardless while my plans were thwarted by his demeanour, whether with the intent of sabotage or not, I opted to relinquish such burden. I moved towards Valkara and Leive who were speaking to an older gentleman, yet I realised my presence was at a limit of the target’s capacity. The moment Xuna attempted to join, the limit went over the threshold and compromised the entire situation. I apologized for my involvement in the matter and moved towards the bar. For a moment I stood by the counter, having failed on two occasions due to external interference, I had to rethink and adjust my plans accordingly. Spending my time then to observe the people within the room, their behaviours, their clothings, their pattern of speech.

It was there when I pinpointed Nobrcer with a rather timid individual by the name of Prae, noting how he referred to himself as ‘Cady’. Assuming my position, I entered the sphere of their conversation and introduced myself. The Rutian was completely unamused, subtly threatening me to leave - perhaps fearing I would steal his prey. Ironically, his attempt to shoo me away was what consolidated my presence there. He told me to check up on another gentleman at the bar (his attempt to make me leave) and referred to me as ‘’boss’’ in the same equal term as ‘’bud’’ or ‘’pal”, but Prae took this at literal value assuming that I was the cantina owner. Which I swiftly adapted my identity and assumed such. From there I took leverage of the conversation, with both Nobrcer and Nedhorroc supporting my identity as theirs hinges on mine. Both claimed to be working for the cantina, the former not working yet while the latter being part of security. And who better to support their identity than the owner himself?

The trial ended and I regaled the information to Valkara, opting for her to maintain as the crux of the entire cooperation. I’ve completed the trials to the minimalist of standards, while I find discordance with the results, I reminded myself that to remain in obscurity is to be unremarkable and I had to accept that.

Valkara on the other hand became Lord Sanguinis’s apprentice. The first of our generation to be elevated, and no sooner than when she completed the trials no less. The ascension- while it was anticipated and calculated, was nonetheless noteworthy and remarkable. She performed exceedingly well in her trials and in addition to gaining the lord’s favor from his personalized test, this cemented her worth as a promising apprentice. There was a mixture of feelings that stirred within me, though it abruptly came as a shock in my mind.

I felt no pride as an ally, nor envy as a fellow aspirant. I was driven by thoughts that were contrasting to my usual trail of thoughts, where I would have relished on the multitude of thoughts on how to advance further, to orchestrate future plans and machinations that involved her new position.

But I was met with the feeling of concern and sorrow.

Gazing at her from afar, I realized the burden that was placed on her shoulders. Knowing her past as a Padawan, and her inner resolve to secure the light within herself- I could not help but empathize the severity of the situation. Her light would be vulnerable, surrounded by the gaping jaws of darkness, only to be devoured whole.

I find myself questioning these thoughts…No. These feelings. It is unbecoming of a Sith, and incongruous for myself to be drawn to such a concern. But I could not shake it off. There’s parts of me that wanted her to be saved. To be released from the dark tendrils of the Dark Side’s corruption, away from the clutches of the Sith’s design.

…. Why am I drawn to these thoughts?

What conceivable plague has possessed me to care for someone who treads the path of light? Perhaps these feelings bleed from the compassionate heart I inherited from my mother, often compromising the ruthless ways of my father.

Or maybe it was due to the Jedi meditations and methods that softened my heart, piercing the shadows enveloping my mind. I find my rationality fiercely clashing with my feelings, one dictating the terms of darkness and the other with light.

This heart aches with painful agony from this dichotomy, attempting to reconcile the feelings of profound empathy holding onto the weight of thousands of tears against the unrelenting frost of utter ruthlessness.

In the end, I am left adrift in an ocean of wintry waves.

Drowning in the dissonance of my reflection.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #9 of Horuset Chronicles:

Confrontations and Negotiations

***A collection of organised records of a confrontation with Acolyte Nedhorroc and different occasions of negotiations.***

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing towards what will be.

Initiative remains the core value of an aspiring acolyte, and the end of the trials marked the finality of my core understanding. Along with many others, this generation of acolytes have graduated from the culling period and are under the observance of potential masters.

Verily not a single Sith opted to provide apprenticeship after Lord Sanguinis, and thus our generation has an abundance of prospects and not enough worthy candidates. It seems the failure of our generation lies in our lack of initiative in impressing certain Sith, often we become too immersed in our training, studies and other preoccupations.

Dark Sciences

Neophyte Ronith approached me abruptly and without any explicable explanation told me to follow him. Naturally I was not at liberty to inquire questions and I inclined to trail his steps. The path lead me to an audience with the elegantly devious Lord Saud, the crimson pigment more vibrantly emanating than her peers. She spoke in graceful tongue regarding how Neophyte Ronith was ‘jubilantly impressed’ but she herself has yet to appraise my worth. Abruptly she beckoned me close to her, as she regaled that the Horuset Laboratory was once under her own ‘Dota’, and she does not wish for it to be tainted by unworthy blood. Without warning she told me to convince her there on the spot.

When it comes to science, my people have pioneered and pursued it with ceaseless disregards to our limits. Passion flourished through my veins as naturally as water flows through rivers. My very existence is an expression of science written deep within my bloodstream- nay my genetic coding, of millennia worth of experimentation and research through ethically questionable sacrifices. Hence, I was compelled to engage in a speech that aligned with my utter reverence to what my family stands for millennias. I could not fully recollect what I spoke of, as I was driven passionately to pouring sudden fervor out into words.

After listening intently, Lord Saud’s lips curled into a smile of sincerity as though she did not require Force Intrusion to be able to determine the severity of truth in the words spoken. My body betrayed me in utter frozenness, as she fixated her entire existence to piercing through my eyes while she gently caressed the side of my visage. She expressed her pleasant recognition and granted me access to the Horuset Labs, before departing the area. Neophyte Ronith shared the same sentiment, naturally if I had not succeeded in convincing the Sith Lord, it would reflect poorly on him as he was the one who recommended me. By the end of the ordeal, he spoke briefly that I shall meet him at the labs in two days before dismissing me. It needs not be said how ecstatic I felt, more so than being a mere acolyte entrusted with the lab that not even other Sith can utilize, but I relished more to the opportunity of being able to conduct fully in my natural element. Perhaps working in the lab will remind and evoke the nostalgic feeling of home.

Confrontation

Acolyte Nedhorroc requested if I could spar with him at his personal apartment. One may question the location of such a request, that it would have been more appropriate to train at Th’Asidra. But it became evident that he has been training rigorously away from prying eyes. There was a glint of darkness seeping into his veins, a hint of arrogance built upon strenuous struggles and effort. Progress for him was constant and no doubt at this stage he was aiming to consolidate his worth for an apprenticeship.

Sensing his newfound confidence, I assumed he sought to see how far he’s come, to witness whether the gap between us has contracted. For the briefest of moment, I felt his resolute convictions and the sensation of rivalry returned. Brandishing onto his training blade he assumed a stance akin to a well-mannered statesman.

Makashi.

It would explain the countless hours he’s been privately investing into research onto that particular form. I’ve merely heard of him training such form, but never have confronted it myself personally. I deduce he had planned to use such form as a trump card in the trials, but the content of the trials never required nor forced him to utilize such. Had he flourished such a card against another acolyte, no doubt they’d find themselves in a difficult situation.

But he chose the wrong opponent.

The duelistic centric form was embedded in my fibers more so than Shii-Cho. Part of the repertoire of an aristocratic and conglomerate family was the pursuit of aesthetic perfection and refinement. My father, Lord Nova celebrated his physical aptitude with the asceticism and elegance of the art and subjected his cruel brand of parenting by drilling me into the essentialism of its form. He is a true master of the form, often eliminating seasoned duelists with a perfected stroke.

From a brief overview of Nedhorroc’s stance, there’s too many flaws to be found. Leverage, balance, footwork, prominent upper body adjustments, poise, lower body weight disproportions, lack of adherence to conservation and economy of motion; lack of a lax grip, subtlety, nuance, refinement; Disharmony in breathing patterns, sharpness, acute immersion to spatial awareness... I could continue on and on but that would unnecessary.

I am reminded of the time Sovereign took over my vessel and utterly demolished the Zabraki without the use of a blade. An encounter that made Nedhorroc aware of my personal issue and instilled in him an underlying fear of him. I realize if Sovereign was capable of such, then I must be amply capable of performing such feat. If I wanted to surpass him, I must be able to equally be capable of defeating Ned with only my bare hands. I confronted Nedhorroc, armed with the Force and hand to hand combat I developed further from the interdisciplinary session I had with Captain Chakad as well as private lessons from First Lieutenant Meria Rose.

The confrontation was initially difficult, his advantage lies in his reach and my first initial attempt to close into the circle of his combat radius proved disastrous. A horizontal diagonal cleaving motion managed to find its mark onto my chest, despite my efforts in mitigating the injury and dodging it, the pain was remarkable. But as any predisposed opportunist would exploit, I gathered much from the extent of his capabilities from that failure of mine and made the first blow the last one he’ll ever be able to inflict on me.

He opted to blindside by utilizing Force Pull on the table behind me, but his hand gestures betrayed him as my Force Sense was able to distinctively capture his intention. Fortunately, the table was at a far distance, and the weight of such provided ample time for me to retreat sideways and flourish my own brand of Force to angle it towards him, exploiting his own energy against him.

The moment he realized it, he committed to evade by narrowly ducking underneath. I exploited the opportunity of him lowering his guard, stance and balance, to immediately spearheaded a lunging tackle to enter his combat range and disrupt his positioning- a technique that was used against me effectively by Captain Chakad. It was straightforward at this point, I was able to flourish close proximity shocks and pummeled his face in. But something within me stirred, a lingering sensation of thrill and bloodlust overridden my senses and I blacked out amidst inflicting the pain.

I awoke to a sight of a broken Zabraki.

It is remarkable how durable the Zabraki physiology is. More so his utter willpower to cling onto consciousness despite sustaining heavy injuries, no doubt he exerted his primal Dark Side reserves to retain such. I brought his broken vessel to the Spire’s med bay and under closer examination his ribcage was to a certain extent shattered- fractured bones and deep bruises from the heavy pummeling to his visage.

Discrete Favours

It was here Apprentice Cerberus walked in, unreadable through the mask he wore. He inquired what transpired, though his interest seems to be placed elsewhere. The topic of potential masters was brought to the fold, and verily it was natural to inquire such after having survived the trials. Nedhorroc spoke of his interest of Apprentice Siors, which was anticipated from the level of correspondence they have with each other. Naturally he has yet to ascend and therefore would currently not be an option, he then spoke of Lord Tokiai due to his own interest in expanding the archival knowledge of the Horuset powerbase. I noted he has taken a degree of independence and initiative in publishing his own reports and theorize he may be interested in the position of being the Lorekeeper. But nonetheless his interests seemed adamant with Apprentice Siors.

After certain considerations, I expressed my interest in Lord Sanguinis. There have been many whispers regarding the man, often times exemplifying his intimidating demeanor but has his priorities straight. In addition, I also had some measure of involvement in the success of the ‘lighter test’, and at the very least he’s aware of my presence. Regardless, Apprentice Cerberus grinned at the both of our intent. He told us he would be able to aid us in that endeavor- to that end he asked us what we could offer him.

Nedhorroc staked on his entire being, a testament of loyalty- which was objectively the worst one can offer to another. He practically handed his soul on a platter, and if he does ascend to apprenticeship, he’ll always be indebted and underneath his apprentice equal. But I gathered it was due to his Zabraki heritage, as their culture hinges on pride and loyalty above all else. He gladly accepted the Zabrak’s offer, and I immediately could anticipate his dominance over him in the future.

Admittedly, it was difficult to offer something of value to an apprentice as an acolyte. Most of what an acolyte could offer can easily be acquired by an apprentice.

But I was no common acolyte.

The art of negotiation has been drilled into me due to my corporate background. Unlike my peers, I am aware of my leverages and am more resourceful than most. I understood what Apprentice Cerberus offer is unidentifiable. He offered ‘aid’ yet what it entails is vague and not yet explained, I cannot appraise the value nor worth of his aid- yet my fellow acolyte already offered his complete loyalty.

He was aware that I have access to the Horuset Laboratory that many Sith do not have admission to. I offered that I would provide a single favour, embellishing the equipment and facility the lab offers. If he was perceptive enough, he would note that the favor was of my choosing, yet it seems his mind veered off to the countless possibilities that the lab may offer. He accepted my offer without considering the exact words I spoke, but in the end, it was beneficially a win-win situation for both parties.

Lord Sanguinis’s Challenge

Eventually my path crossed with Lord Sanguinis, who provided me a private audience with him. He was made aware of my interest in becoming his apprentice from Apprentice Cerberus. The conversation flowed to the topic of a once renowned Arkanian Sith Lord by the name of Lord Rai, a proficient master in the arts of the saber, once considered an equal to the elegant Lord Saud. He continued to confide in his possession of the former’s holocron which contained the repository knowledge of the Sith Lord. It was here he issued a challenge of sorts and were I to succeed- that rare knowledge will verily be in my possession. However, with the promise of such great power comes with a challenge that is unparalleled, in addition to being considered as a prospective apprentice.

"Use your initiative and figure out something that I want, that I need, my desires. Find something that pleases me and deliver it to me. You can take as long as you like or as short a time as you like, so long as I am pleased by the exchange. Do this and I will give you the chance to be considered. Will you accept these terms?"

Without hesitation, I accepted the terms. The prospect of being an apprentice is one thing, but the opportunity to tap into the knowledge of a holocron of a Sith Lord is virtually uncommon. However, he placed another condition onto the challenge. That I should not in any way or form involve Apprentice Valkara in this challenge, it was to be expected due to our cooperation in his personal test weeks ago.

My objectives were clearly defined, to find out more about the enigmatic Lord Sanguinis and his desires. Whilst most acolytes would generally find a gift that would please the standard Sith, I was not willing to settle for anything less. The condition was to not involve Apprentice Valkara, due to her close nature with him and the fact that we formerly cooperated in multiple occasions. But he did not state anything about his other apprentice- Apprentice Siors.

Naturally I returned to retrieving intel the cloak and dagger method, by not directly inquiring such information nor alerting Apprentice Siors of my intentions. Hence I’ve sought to acquire the means through an agent, like any predisposed intelligence officer would. There was only one person who fit the criteria, and the most optimal to utilize. It was none other than Nedhorroc.

I contacted him through holocom and elaborated on the fact that he was close to Apprentice Siors. I inquired whether he was capable to gather information about his master from him without alerting any form of suspicions. It was here the Zabrak etched a grin on his face, he’s always one to learn, and our previous encounter with Apprentice Cerberus only solidified his understanding of the value of information.

“Of course, although information is not free Sov. What are you willing to give?”

I was deeply unimpressed by his sense of false ambition, as if attempting to exploit a Nova was ever a sane decision. Often arrogance arises when one swiftly applies what they have recently learned into action- yet he fails to understand the very nature of our relation. I considered this sudden form to be an inept attempt to tip the scales of our positioning, and I allowed my displeasure to become evident.

"I must say I'm somewhat disappointed. If you think our relation is about exchange, then clearly, you've forgotten about the many assistance and advices I've provided to you. Think on your next words carefully, Ned. You objectively know the resources and influence I hold, I won't even start speaking about my competency in comparison to the other acolytes. Now knowing how valuable I am as an ally, think about how dreadful it will be if you make me your enemy."

There was a deafening silence. I felt the projection of my domineering authority piercing through the veils of the holocom. Nedhorroc may be impulsive at times, but he’s intelligent enough to know when something may cost him severely in the long run. After carefully pondering, he soon submitted to my will.

“That is true…I am willing to provide you with this information for free. A long term-investment for your continued support, so to speak. Now, what do you need to know about Lord Sanguinis?”

He salvaged what he could and readjusted accordingly. If he took this moment to heart, he would understand the importance of cutting losses and the mistake of crossing me. The rest of the conversation was business from there on. But I made it clear that this was also a test for him, after his belligerent attempt to take advantage he needed to make amends if he seeks to find himself in good standing- he understands the severity if he does not succeed.

All that remains is to resume the training and studies…also to plan how to outmaneuver Sovereign whose presence has been increasingly volatile. But there was something else that tugged on my restlessness. A holocall with an ID that sent shivers through my spine, the identity of the caller evoked some sense of dread but also anticipation.

It was Morgus Gra'kahn.

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry #10 of Horuset Chronicles:
Rivalry and Competition

***A collection of organised memoirs regarding Morgus Gra'kahn and a collection of thoughts on the acolyte competition, as well as updates for Lord Sanguinis's challenge.***

I have always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.

The looming terror of nights are plagued with the brooding sensation of his aura. The consolidation of his presence into the waking realm are becoming known. Often the moment exhaustion has overridden my senses, Sovereign’s influence can be felt tugging onto the mental walls the second I fall into sleep.

The ongoing days has been marked by constant blackouts and misalignment in my memories. Records and trails of his activity only confirmed his capacity for free reign and independence, while depriving me of mine. Yet what concerns me most is that all within the House are not the least bit aware of any sudden shift in my personality- meaning the possibility of Sovereign flawlessly assuming my identity and imitating all my usual behaviors is staggeringly worrisome. A development in which was detrimental to my very existence.

Eternal Rivalry

Previous nights before, untainted dread flourished through my spine as my holocom flashed a receiving transmission from Morgus Gra'kahn... A man of unceasing wrath and hatred. A being that defined the unbearable struggles I endured during my days in Korriban. Verily, I cannot encapsulate fully the dark nature of our relation.

There was not a single acolyte that compelled the level of dread and fear such as him, nor do I believe I will ever meet one that surpasses him. His presence was overwhelmingly domineering even as a mere aspirant, enough to compel fear within certain apprentices, stir uneasiness from seasoned warriors and alarm Sith in his vicinity.

There were rumors circulating amongst the network of acolytes lead by Frelan Drul that became a heated topic. That he was the powerful spawn of a former Dark Council member. Regardless whether it was true or not, his raw untethered potential in the force was unquestionable, even affirming to the strictly severe Overseer Regaine that he had the makings of a future Sith Lord.

In the past I encountered his ruthless domination multiple times. The experiences left untold devastation etched onto my soul, frequently bridging it towards the realms of the afterlife to greet Death in endless sleep. The scars traced throughout my physique remains evident to this day in faded form, reminding me of days where forfeiting one’s life could not be done swiftly enough before he ruthlessly reaps it from you.

I survived. Scarcely. Over and over again.

A victim of extreme probabilities. I desperately clung to life like an evasive cancer. It was during these encounters where I felt the true wellspring of the Dark Side, reconstructing my fragmented vessel again and again…Tempering my utter resolve and abyssal obsession to live.

Morgus became perceptively aware of my refusal of death in each cycle of our confrontations. As the tensions between us became grim and menacingly exhilarating from bloodlust, each clash left me disjointed and shattered beyond recognition yet I never failed to return. More refined through the scorching furnace, more powerful through the forging process. The temperance of my existence became the source of my increasing power. Until it became evident that my blade could reach him, securing temporary victories whereas others could not hold a single second in direct confrontation with him.

Our last encounter was near the Tomb of Tulak Hord, under the colossal statue of the Master of the Gathering Darkness, away from the prying eyes of the academy. We met under the desolate frost of midnight, each with the intention to end this cycle of our warped fate that constantly crossed paths.

Morgus’s aura was unrelentingly overpowering, staring through his piercing infernal glare. His imposing physique towered even over the bulkiest of warriors. A true genetic expression of a behemoth disguised in humanoid form.

“Sovernus…”
“…Morgus.”
“Your life will end under the watchful gaze of my ancestors…by my hands.”
“Or yours will be by mine.”
“We shall see…”
“Eternal glory to the victor…”
“…Death to the unworthy.”

It was no mere bloodlust.

Nor was it a simple duel between aspirants of the Dark Side.

It was the dark collision of souls, intent in extinguishing each other’s existence- desperate with unceasing catatonic wrath consumed utterly by the singular resolve of obliteration. As though for that one singular moment, our entire being’s purpose was the annihilation of the other, stretching and pushing beyond our physical and mental capacity to that of the ends of our limits.

The battle initially left me bloodied and bludgeoned with fractures, bruises of violet shades and veins illustrating darkened lines from twisted electrical currents. Initially it was predominantly one sided, with Morgus mercilessly smashing me against hardened debris and subjecting me to shocks of relentless fury.

Yet I stood again and again, with darkened blood dripping from my mouth and opened scars. Channeling in a perverse and twisted method of harnessing the perpetual pain within me. The abyssal wellspring of dark emotions overridden any rationality of a functioning shattered body as ceaseless adrenaline filled me with endless ferocity. The tides of the confrontation gradually turned into an incomprehensible display of Morgus being subjected to my relentless vigor.

That malevolent night of bloodshed concluded with his bloodied colossal body slumped against the withering sands of Korriban. An improbable conclusion. I had done the impossible.

Now a year later. My holocom screen projected his ID. I could recollect memories of his presence near the end of my days in Korriban, overlooking with the other spectators at the tragic event… where I extinguished the lifeline of the one I loved, that culminated my time there…A confirmation that he survived. I could only wonder where he had been all this time and what accomplishments he had achieved. Recomposing myself I opened the channel.

“Sovernus…”
“Morgus.”

There was an expression of disdain painted across his intimidating visage as he glared at me. Cladded in heavy centurion-esque armor reminiscent to Sith who committed their entire existence to warfare, which augmented the presence of his overbearing juggernaut stature.

There was a deafening silence. Seizing a better view of me, his piercing gaze reflected a disquieted astonishment with hints of disappointment. He sneered derisively cocking his chin upwards.

“You’re still an acolyte...”
“I am.”

There was an underlying sense of humiliation and shame. I lowered my gaze, deducing that he had already been elevated far above my current position. His lips twisted in anger and rage, as his eyes narrowed with a tinge of disbelief but shifted into a stare of obscure fortitude. The dark heavy tone of his voice commandingly spoke.

“A month from now. Korriban. Under the statue of Tulak Hord. Be prepared.”

With that he disconnected the channel, as if he could no longer tolerate the sight of me. From that short exchange I was made unbearably aware of how far behind I was. I was fuming with endless frustration as I impulsively threw my holocom across the room.

That night, I was left with nothing but hatred and self-loathing.

Acolyte Competition

I treaded my path towards the library to conduct further research on other advanced abilities I have yet to add to my repertoire of skills. When I arrived however, the interior was filled with narrow eyes and disapproving auras. Apprentice Annabelle subjected her disdain towards Alencia, whereas Lord Kalkoran was subjecting his brand of displeasure towards Leive by means of the telekinetic nature. Uldrinn maintained his silence whilst the punishment of our contemporaries ensued, as though he did not want to experience a sudden spillover of our superior’s judgement.

These displays of punishment were frequent and I have grown weary of witnessing such. One can almost expect these acolytes to have a measure of awareness of social cues and courtesy as to not cause self-harm caused by their own insubordination. It is even more astonishing to know these were graduates from the trials.

Shortly thereafter, Apprentice Annabelle declared an acolyte competition which consists of a series of challenges akin to the Trials. One can infer the purpose of such was to provide an opportunity to gain further recognition in hopes of attaining an apprenticeship.

The first assignment was given, a simple and straightforward task of detailing the ranks and level of authority of the Sith. It was clear to me that this was an assignment to evaluate the nature of our mindset. There will always be information that coincides with others, all of us will no doubt write similar ranks with their respective description. Much can be inferred from our writing styles and the narrative we choose, and a testament of whether we will fall in the crevice of settling with the same mindset of the masses. 

Though there were complications.

I realized time passed by without my knowledge, as though several days fast forwarded while I was in a blissfully unaware condition of an autonomous state. My heart raced attempting to recall memories within the gaps of my mind but found nothing at all of my activities in the last couple of days.

Except for a transmitted report to Apprentice Annabelle.

Before I fully grasped the entirety of the current predicament, a holocall was directed to all acolytes to meet her in the dorms.

Alencia was questioned as to her reason why she did not hand in the assignment. She associated it to her being predisposed in an investigation regarding a recent attack on Th’Asidra, that she was busy with a report that was intended for Lord Kalkoran. As if on cue, the domineering Sith Lord himself entered the room as though his mere presence quailed the floors. It was revealed that she had not provided any updates to him, nor given any new reports. She blamed it on her position as an acolyte, that it inhibited her from progressing through with the investigation, whether or not that was the case- it only displayed her limits of creativity and resourcefulness.

It was here Lord Kalkoran chastised her, detailing the accomplishments he had done as a mere acolyte. Describing certain experiences one after the other before emphasizing on one singular truth.

“Those who push the boundaries of their station will live to survive it.”

A decisive statement. Followed by an intense telekinetic blow directed towards her as she flung several meters back towards the door. There was a strange noise when the impact was made, and I theorize that she was wearing a form of armor underneath her attire to minimize the damage. But I was drawn to another discovery.

Lord Kalkoran previously spoke of one of his accomplishments, that as an acolyte he and another buried a holocron they procured through unknown means from a Sith. It confirmed to me that the holocron still existed and that the other acolyte he was referring to was none other than the current Lord Sanguinis. My deduction derived from the vague comment the metallic masked Lord made after Valkara credited me for assisting her during the lighter test. He suddenly spoke of two acolytes that once buried a holocron in an unknown location, as though it was a poetic verse from scripture.

Valkara was confused at the time- and I at the time thought it was more of a metaphor. She asked what that meant to the masked Sith Lord in which he merely replied that the reward was that we gained a spotlight. However now, putting two and two together I realized that it was not a figure of speech and the two acolytes were none other than the current Lord Kalkoran and Lord Sanguinis and that somewhere out there, the holocron still is within their possession. This provides an interesting and noteworthy point to one day inquire or investigate further.

The second round of the competition involved less people than before.

We were tasked to explore a certain tomb in Korriban, accompanied by Apprentice Annabelle. The group consisted of different acolytes and it was verily a mixture of lively individuals I have crossed paths in the past. The accounts of the exploration I would not delve into in much details, it was a series of vague and abstract riddles that were inherently designed to indulge in the whims of its creator, exemplifying the requirement for teamwork and direction. I detailed the individuals of the group below.

The blue Rutian Nobrcer, a generalized and stereotypical example of what a bothersome alien is through the lens of the traditionalist Sith. Characterized by his ineptitude, his incompetence and flagrant disregard of authority. What irks me most is the constant and perpetual shouting in an effort to stake his own voice to be heard. There was an underlying desperate need to be the leader of the group, barking orders and demonstrating his frustrations when it was obvious we were not wasting a single moment in indulging in his childish tantrums. Impulsive without a single hint of caution, a need to be detrimentally proactive that resulted in multiple backlashing injuries. A dangerous risk taker is one that does not even consider the risks. During the trials, he displayed the same sense of self-importance and incompetence as he did here. It is as though his plump blue lekku is filled with nothing but steam, complaining incessantly to Apprentice Annabelle that it was negligent of her to send us to our ‘deaths’ in the first place. It speaks volume of how utterly unprepared he is to be Sith.

The human Natellia, a cooperative and conservative soul. She has an underlying sense of pride and disdain underneath the guise of her amicable personality, as though she inherently views the people around her as beneath her. Some of her speech patterns shows displeasure and irritation when things do not go her way, yet she has never forcefully enforced nor expressed such in a more aggressive and visible manner. Her observant mannerism is clear cut, often lingering to dwell in her thoughts as well as practice such towards her surroundings, one can even suggest she has a well-rounded aptitude. Through the blend of her charisma and expressive sense of cooperation, she progressively lead the group ever forward- something I had wished to see during the trials instead of unproductive squabbling. Though there were moments she resigned to silence, when another voice expresses their opinions in the opposite manner that she herself has repressed. Should she be more forward minded with her sealed opinions and improve on her communication skills, she may be a competent leader one day.

Another human was present by the name of Uldrinn of House Yurad-Tol. A family whose corporate empire monopolized the luxury industry in Iziz, with rumours regarding their influence on the nobility in Onderaan- in that respect, our families have similarities. Verily my family has records of purchasing the Onderaniaan products in large volumes, and thus I was preemptively aware of his family name before I met him. There are many facets of his personality, depending on the environment and social context given- hints of a royal statesmen during our conversations, a tinge of brutish mercenary flavor out during combat, an overbearing militant within the fields, yet blunt and direct towards our peers akin to a military grunt. Adaptive and versatile seems to be his profile, though he leans towards the aggressive end of the spectrum. The one constant I observed is his lone wolf demeanor, as though he believes his strength alone can carry him through adversity- which I theorise may derive from the struggles of his past. Initially like the others, he had intended for his voice to be heard as the leader of the group but adapted to the necessity of cooperation and separating objectives and tasks- which only further illustrates his adaptive tendency. I see the makings of a stalwart politican with a penchant for war in him.

The final one is a Sith Pureblood by the name of Utahis of House Aayu. This particular individual I initially had reserved a modicum of attention on. Valkara has mentioned him before, someone she trusts and can depend on during the trial- and may even extend beyond that. Our encounter within the tombs during the competition was one filled with tension, as he often expels his frustrations and threatened me at every turn. His blatant disregard of others became increasingly evident when he sought to lead the group in a style that was starkly contrasting to Natellia. Aggression with hints of violence, his method of insults is often indirect to show superiority, layered by hints of a rebellious and provocative side of him. The span of his patience is thin as temper flourishes freely, an exploitable characteristic to say the least. His aptitude with the saber is remarkable, even showing a distinctive appreciation to sequences of techniques which evokes an image of a predisposed warrior. He has a penchant for antagonizing his fellow peers, allowing him to be the mark of all our scrutiny as though he regularly paints a target on his back. Naturally the fact that trust was placed on him by someone as amiable and agreeable as Valkara posed different inquiries in my mind and only confirmed to me that I have yet to see the entire facet of his personality. As with other impressionable notes I will reserve my judgement for future analysis.

Updates on Lord Sanguinis’s challenge

Nedhorroc contacted me via holocom, revealing more information about Lord Sanguinis which he acquired from conversing with Apprentice Siors. The fact that Apprentice Siors was not suspicious in the Zabrak’s inquiries nor see it as anything more than an inconsequential conversation between the two, proved to me that the Zabrak succeeded in gaining intel without attracting any attention. More importantly, the information could never be traced back to me.

From the information given it illustrated the metallic masked lord’s preferences and personality. As Beastmaster of the House and his authority on animals and exotic creatures, one can infer that his penchant for collecting varieties of curiosities is strikingly high. Yet the appeal of gifting him a creature does not resound well with me.

Cast aside the complexities in identifying a creature of note, subjecting and capturing it based on its danger levels, acquiring personnel to transport it in a cage or cargo and sending it to the House- the point is that the level of creature I can personally obtain would pale in comparison to the ones he already has at his disposal and would sink many credits into different underworld services at each step.

It had to be meaningful and practical for his endeavors, I was inclined to search for a pragmatic item that would consolidate and assist in the process of obtaining the beasts- rather than the beast itself. At first my mind considered more technological solutions yet considering the limits of tapping into my original resources it was nigh improbable.

I had to be more resourceful in my limits, more creative in my restrictions. Then my mind processed through data at an alarming rate, and I pinpointed a direction. First Lieutenant Meria Rose provided me a list of imperial contacts, one of which was an expert in the Imperial Reclamation Services by the name of Felisia Nel. The consideration of acquiring artifacts or relics that may provide a different approach to the challenge made itself known.

I contacted her that evening to establish a rapport and connection, to provide a bridge for the upcoming endeavor with her guidance and knowledge in her respective field. She was a difficult person to approach, cautious and paranoia describes her demeanor but she remains stalwart and strong. I infer that she has had her share of bad experiences with dealing with Sith, hence I approached her as a more knowledgably and academically attuned person rather than an ambitious Sith with an ulterior motive.

For now, I must end this entry abruptly as I have no doubt exhausted a considerable amount of thoughts poured out incessantly from the weigh of concerns and plans in my mind.