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29-04-2023, 11:17 PM
((originally posted by Orgkez, August 2019))
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Entry One - The Awakening
The recorder came to life. A red-skinned, scarred and black-dressed figure appeared... yet despite the color it was no Pure of Blood. No, two flesh protuberances erupted from his head, long and slimmer as they went on. One was curled around his neck, the other resting behind his back. Ritualistic tattoos covered his face and the lekku, yet a scar stood out most of all- an 'L' shaped mark passing across his left eye, visible and old. The Twi'lek hummed quietly as he looked into device, taking a moment before speaking.
"This thing works, mh... good."
He cleared his throat and shifted in stance, hands held together behind his back.
"I have long pondered upon this. Potential daily recordings of my doings, my thoughts and so on. Something however held me back from doing so. Something obscure deep within my psyche. Paranoia, perhaps. Once I had much to fear... now my fears have only evolved, shifted in form yet ever present.
Regardless, here we are. Today is the day I actually leave something that could be my legacy, the only thing I might leave after I am gone- if this device somehow survives. But it does not matter, it is not meant to be seen by others- only by other versions of myself. Hm, indeed... versions of myself.
At that, he fell silent. peering to his right before sighing, turning back onto the device.
"When I joined this Powerbase, I had little expectations beside the fact that, as an alien, I was worth less than the floor I was stepping upon daily. I had some form of potential as any Force-User, and I did my best to put it to good use. But I was naive... too naive, and but clay. In due time I was tempered under the flames of the Horuset's Forge. I called it Enlightement, and I still think to this day that no word would be any more precise. I knew the truth yet I sought to escape it, like a coward. I wanted to escape the truth that was my innate inferiority. Then I embraced it...
A maleficent smirk showed across his lips as he said that.
"I do not have to look anywhere. What I need the others give me. Insults, hatred, attacks. Good. Apply your distaste of what I am in whatever way you see fit. While I might fall onto that instant, I'll rise up stronger. I still fondly remember when the Dark Lord had her Apprentice, Rendvir Arvanis, punish me. The flaming charcoal falling upon my open palms, embracing the heat- the flames eating at my flesh and leaving a mark I still carry to this day...
Stopped at that if only for a moment to glance at his own palms, darkened and scorched still.
"...painful, quite so. Just as his Force Shock was- right into my being. The electricity flowing through my body, frying my flesh. I felt it... I followed the surge as it came to life into his being, went off his hand and then into myself. That was when I learnt that power's technique. To turn good out of bad. If only I could do the same with Force Lightning things would be much easier, considering the high amount I am granted on an almost daily basis. But I endure the pain, it tempers me further and further, sharpening the blade that I am.
Indeed, a blade. But not mindless. My Master and the Dark Lord provided enlightement to me... though Apprentice Nova awakened me. Another version of me came to life- slaying that prior just as it happened before. A process of shedding much like a snake. Out with the old, on with the new. From the fat, naive scholar to the boot-licking slave, then to the mute... then to the 'pragmatic'. Now I am something further developed. I have potential. Not to be the greatest of Sith- perhaps... but to become the greatest weapon that Lord Sanguinis ever created. The thought, hrm, delightful. But the path is far from easy.
The Twi'lek, at that, proceeded to shift in stance once more, his left arm moving across his chest and staying there, offering leverage to his right arm- which hand held his chin, pensive.
"Lord Sanguinis taught me a power that no other Apprentice of his ever learnt. Am I special? No. I am still exchangeable. But that does not matter. What matters is that there is some form of faith my Master trusted upon me. His iconic power shared with me- out of all. Why? Because he is aware I can change- for better. I have been shaped ever since I joined this Powerbase and I can keep on evolving. Yet I fear the time for shedding has come to an end. This might be the last version available, one from which I will build upon. The foundations to fulfill my Master's plans... and perhaps my future own.
A hum followed as the alien's face assumed a confident look with a gaze that seemed to be aimed towards the future.
"Much is at stake. Recently I have returned to a hard regime. Early day training- now paired with Apprentice Nova. We have been working hard, he seems impressed. I am not sure whether or not this all an elaborate plan to 'activate' something within me. Unleash my power at all times instead of on command. Cower like a dog until it's time to bark at the enemies of the Powerbase. Regardless... it's showing its fruits. I feel more confident, more powerful- more honed. When I fight... I can feel the true passion in the heat the battle. My hatred is not cold anymore... my fears, the frustration, the anger.
They burn. I burn. My enemies will burn.
At that a shot was sent right into the device, his brown eyes seemingly flaming for a moment.
[i]"End recording."[i]
And so it came to end, not before a smirk was visible onto the alien's lips.
Not Public
Entry One - The Awakening
The recorder came to life. A red-skinned, scarred and black-dressed figure appeared... yet despite the color it was no Pure of Blood. No, two flesh protuberances erupted from his head, long and slimmer as they went on. One was curled around his neck, the other resting behind his back. Ritualistic tattoos covered his face and the lekku, yet a scar stood out most of all- an 'L' shaped mark passing across his left eye, visible and old. The Twi'lek hummed quietly as he looked into device, taking a moment before speaking.
"This thing works, mh... good."
He cleared his throat and shifted in stance, hands held together behind his back.
"I have long pondered upon this. Potential daily recordings of my doings, my thoughts and so on. Something however held me back from doing so. Something obscure deep within my psyche. Paranoia, perhaps. Once I had much to fear... now my fears have only evolved, shifted in form yet ever present.
Regardless, here we are. Today is the day I actually leave something that could be my legacy, the only thing I might leave after I am gone- if this device somehow survives. But it does not matter, it is not meant to be seen by others- only by other versions of myself. Hm, indeed... versions of myself.
At that, he fell silent. peering to his right before sighing, turning back onto the device.
"When I joined this Powerbase, I had little expectations beside the fact that, as an alien, I was worth less than the floor I was stepping upon daily. I had some form of potential as any Force-User, and I did my best to put it to good use. But I was naive... too naive, and but clay. In due time I was tempered under the flames of the Horuset's Forge. I called it Enlightement, and I still think to this day that no word would be any more precise. I knew the truth yet I sought to escape it, like a coward. I wanted to escape the truth that was my innate inferiority. Then I embraced it...
A maleficent smirk showed across his lips as he said that.
"I do not have to look anywhere. What I need the others give me. Insults, hatred, attacks. Good. Apply your distaste of what I am in whatever way you see fit. While I might fall onto that instant, I'll rise up stronger. I still fondly remember when the Dark Lord had her Apprentice, Rendvir Arvanis, punish me. The flaming charcoal falling upon my open palms, embracing the heat- the flames eating at my flesh and leaving a mark I still carry to this day...
Stopped at that if only for a moment to glance at his own palms, darkened and scorched still.
"...painful, quite so. Just as his Force Shock was- right into my being. The electricity flowing through my body, frying my flesh. I felt it... I followed the surge as it came to life into his being, went off his hand and then into myself. That was when I learnt that power's technique. To turn good out of bad. If only I could do the same with Force Lightning things would be much easier, considering the high amount I am granted on an almost daily basis. But I endure the pain, it tempers me further and further, sharpening the blade that I am.
Indeed, a blade. But not mindless. My Master and the Dark Lord provided enlightement to me... though Apprentice Nova awakened me. Another version of me came to life- slaying that prior just as it happened before. A process of shedding much like a snake. Out with the old, on with the new. From the fat, naive scholar to the boot-licking slave, then to the mute... then to the 'pragmatic'. Now I am something further developed. I have potential. Not to be the greatest of Sith- perhaps... but to become the greatest weapon that Lord Sanguinis ever created. The thought, hrm, delightful. But the path is far from easy.
The Twi'lek, at that, proceeded to shift in stance once more, his left arm moving across his chest and staying there, offering leverage to his right arm- which hand held his chin, pensive.
"Lord Sanguinis taught me a power that no other Apprentice of his ever learnt. Am I special? No. I am still exchangeable. But that does not matter. What matters is that there is some form of faith my Master trusted upon me. His iconic power shared with me- out of all. Why? Because he is aware I can change- for better. I have been shaped ever since I joined this Powerbase and I can keep on evolving. Yet I fear the time for shedding has come to an end. This might be the last version available, one from which I will build upon. The foundations to fulfill my Master's plans... and perhaps my future own.
A hum followed as the alien's face assumed a confident look with a gaze that seemed to be aimed towards the future.
"Much is at stake. Recently I have returned to a hard regime. Early day training- now paired with Apprentice Nova. We have been working hard, he seems impressed. I am not sure whether or not this all an elaborate plan to 'activate' something within me. Unleash my power at all times instead of on command. Cower like a dog until it's time to bark at the enemies of the Powerbase. Regardless... it's showing its fruits. I feel more confident, more powerful- more honed. When I fight... I can feel the true passion in the heat the battle. My hatred is not cold anymore... my fears, the frustration, the anger.
They burn. I burn. My enemies will burn.
At that a shot was sent right into the device, his brown eyes seemingly flaming for a moment.
[i]"End recording."[i]
And so it came to end, not before a smirk was visible onto the alien's lips.
