[IC] Avestia's holorecordings

[Joslae]

Unlike the previous entries, this entry consisted of only audio. A soft buzzing started the holorecording, following with a heavy crackling before both faded away. Her voice was completely calm and collected, as if the words she spoke had been thought over at least a dozen of times.

“It has been quite some time since I have last made a recording. The reasoning behind this might be the series of events I have witnessed and gone through, alongside a chain of epiphanies. Now how did these epiphanies manifest? Shortly after I joined the ranks of this House, an Acolyte was executed. Though he was not given the privilege of a personal execution. His name is of no importance, but I recall him arriving late to a lesson. Whoever was giving the lesson decided to test his force barrier, and facing a line of acolytes he found himself on the receiving end of at least five force pushes. Needless to say, he did not stand a chance.”

Avestia inhaled, gentle tapping of her long nails on whatever surface the recording device had been placed on being audible in the background. A page of a book was turned, before she continued.

“Death comes regularly for Acolytes. In fact it visits the ranks of the acolytes in greater frequency than a Sith or a Lord wishes for a student, let alone being one that they are looking for. So call it an impasse. I have long ago realized the importance of patience, even amongst the Sith. Movements are meant to be meticulous. On another hand, if one does not steadily show improvement one can argue it as stagnation, and it is far from unheard of for a superior Sith to erase the existence of a stagnating individual.

So, where exactly am I in this situation? I have completed five trials and have been without large injury. This does not come through a lack of participation though, even if I am far from the most interactive Acolyte, when it comes to interaction with my peers. No, my interaction is aimed towards the ones who are actually capable of holding and pulling the strings.
Now who do I want as master? The order is unsurprisingly rather lacking on individuals. It has a large number of individuals who I would rather lose a limb over than join as student. In fact I can safely say that the majority of the Lords does not interest me.”

Gentle tones of annoyance had started to manifest in the calm voice of the Acolyte, hints of frustration which she did not bother to make an attempt to hide.

“Sith Aljo is a brute and an Alien, so there is no chance for her to become my master even if I wanted to, which I do not. Sith Siors is incompetence in the flesh and I continue to be clueless on how he dresses himself in the morning. The only Lord who even remotely cares about the growth of their student would be Lord Saud, and opportunities let alone reason to interact with her have been lacking. I, for one, do not have the intention of dangling around like a puppet. I accept having to do the dirty work, but I do wish to progress as Sith.

So the conclusion is that patience is the key for my survival and growth. Undoubtedly, soon enough one who does interest me will become Sith. In the meanwhile, I will do my very best to impress while continuing to grow. Also there is a certain Acolyte who vanished into thin air, but without a doubt they still linger around..time to start some tracking, which might complement what I have found with me assisting the tomb diving on Koriban.”

A soft click followed as the holorecording was turned off, shortly after the sound of a book closing was recorded.