[IC] Rekhen's Holo Diary

[Sith Stûza]

05

He was smiling.

A rare sight, entertained by what amounted to a cup with its kettle, a small selection of tools lay around a table. For whatever reason the man was sat on the floor, cross legged with barely his top half visible. Hands clasped with lips hid behind. The smile was still visible from his cheeks.

"I made Tea."

Rare to see innocence in a Sith, oxymoronic depending on your view of them. He drank deeply from the cup, held close to his chest.

"She cared for him, she really did."

A twitch of his expression, rapid blinking, the semblance of humanity overtaken by the mask he wore well. The chest tightening with a shuffle of his body, attempting to move away from the discomfort of what his mind wanted. Spoken in a tone of disbelief.

"They are able to weaponize everything. Blasters, swords, and lightsabers anyone can use. The Sith turn their emotions into weapons. They estrange their offspring, what better way to show you love them?"

He scratched his beard, looking over to a corner of the room. Catching himself in the act.

"I'm rambling. I'm out of touch.

One, two, three.

I remember the first time I saw a Sith die. A sacrifice to assure our escape. I still feel the wringing in my ears, the shudder of the ground on impact. But it was distant, a voice through comms that brought meaning to what I saw.

That's different.

Chosen amongst a few in an attack force to bring down two Sith. Nothing prepares you for that, you don't come out the same. You don't observe the destruction of a pillar, you break it down willingly. You don't have time to think of repercussions. You're trying not to become a memory.

The realization that you stood beside Lords and Sith, it almost makes you forget that they're peop-"

The eyes darted to the camera, followed by an immediate swing of his backhand, the recording finishes