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

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 9: Hello

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The holocom shimmered into life, a flicker of blue majestic hues formulating the familiar visage and form of a man once forgotten, his face baring the war wounds for some unknown battle, his eyes beaming that slight tint of crimson beneath the fires of corruption that had taken place in stead of his natural coloration. His face bore no stubble, no beard, but the freshly clean shaven image of Sith Kelsa. His lips were flattened, holding no emotion as per his usual expression, yet, as his visage came into view he allowed a long exhale to venture throughout his nose, signaling his time to speak.

"For House Kelsa..."

His words trailed on for a long, extended moment, an eerie silence as he contemplated for that time. His accent was Imperialistic still, but more firm.

"There will be no record of what transpired. There is no need to reminisce of what could have been, for now- now is the time to take back what is mine."

His gaze lingered onto the viewer, staring into their very soul as he squinted his eyes ever so slightly. There was no emotion, no guessing whether the man was angry, sad, happy or anything resembling being content in this moment.

"I'm coming for you..."

The words trailed for once more, an extended moment, a harsh and very stern undertone beneath them, carrying them over with a weight of utter discontent. His gaze remained narrowed, and his visage grew dark. But before anything else could come from the man, the holocom shut off there and then. Nothing more, nothing less.

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