[IC] Rekhen's Holo Diary

[Sith Stûza]

03

He looked like he was dying...

It was an expression the apprentice wore, his hands cradled a small, feathered creature. A vulture of sorts. Could not have been bigger than his arm, the head rested to his bicep. Its two small sets of eyes must've been closed for a long time. The area around him was rocky, wind constantly waved his foreign apparel, made of many layers that covered a suit that reached to his neck.

He laid on a bed of sand. He looked more foreign than ever. A complex braid of dreadlocks on his head that spun into a ball. The early stages of a beard on his face. Spoke with a hoarse tone.

"One, two, three.

For the record, it died ten- no, thirteen minutes ago. Last checkpoint proved too much for the thing. Now I see what is to be done with it."

His eyes twitched, aware but not present to their surroundings. Adjusting his comfort as he placed the bird outside of view, drawing now a simple metallic hilt with two blades on the tip. Presenting it to the device like one would an incredible find. Then he reflected on it.

"All great blades must have a name, that was something an acolyte told me almost a year ago. I wonder if she ever made it off Korriban."

"The vibrosword, It served me in my acolyte days. Virsune. Pride.

It wasn't my idea, Apprentice Syndathik named it. 'Pride, let it be a reminder that pride is double-edged.'

Fitting, I didn't want to let it go. I thought myself brave for attempting to reach as far as I could with it. I let pride get in the way of my judgement. I forgot that it was only a tool, a means to an end."

He faced the stars, alone with his thoughts. A rare amused smile. It grew with every word.

"Tool, let it be a reminder that in the end it's just a tool.

End Recording."

On that happy note, the recording finishes.