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>> BEGIN ARCHIVAL RETRIEVAL: HORUSET.PRIV.LOG_097F_A (DATE CORRUPTED)
>> STATUS: DEGRADED — PARTIAL AUDIO/VISUAL INTEGRITY
>> SOURCE: PERSONAL DEVICE // KRASSUS HORUSET
>> OPENING FILE… ENTRY II: The Vision
[HOLO IMAGE STABILIZING…]
A flicker of static splits the screen. Faint artillery thunder rolls in the background. Distant, then close, then gone. The desert winds of Anx Minor whip coarse dust over shattered terrain. The silhouette resolves: a young Krassus, early in his Apprenticeship. Warrior’s robes, battle-worn. His face is harder now. More angular. His eyes deep set and troubled.
He sits within a shattered ruin, visor on his lap. Sweat-slicking his browridges. His red hair stuck to his face. Glancing at the recorder.
[HOLO AUDIO FRAGMENT RECOVERED…]
“…When I was… young… plagued… by a drea—no… not a dream…”
[STATIC FLICKER — AUDIO SPIKE]
“…Every night… weeks without end. The same. Always the same…”
“…No dream. A vision.”
[HOLO IMAGE GLITCH FAINT PITCH OSCILLATION]
“…Alone. Suspended in the black between stars. Space without shape. Motionless. Breathless. *Ageless.*”
“…I try to scream. but my voice is lost to the void. It swallows everything.”
“…Yet then…”
[LOW AUDIO RUMBLE—SIGNATURE MATCH: REPUBLIC LONG RANGE ARTILLERY STRIKE DETONATION]
“… Our sigil... the Horuset Sun.. appears. Alive. Sentient. Starfire incarnate.”
“…Radiant… Terrifying… Its face familiar yet unknown... Beyond my comprehension.. Eldritch.”
[VISUAL STRETCH IMAGE LAG: SUBJECT OVEREXPOSED]
“…It notices me..."
"It speaks without sound. It knows me... Unknowable knowledge imparted..”
“…It burns the flesh from my bones, sears my eyes into ash… and Yet I still see it... Feel it.. I am consumed by it.”
“…Its power is limitless. Its presence a divine horror. Typhojem given fiery form. A will older than time. Expanding. Consuming. All things die in its fiery light..."
[HOLO STATIC FRAME DROP: 36% LOSS DETECTED]
“…But then it slows. Something wrong.”
“…Its light fractures. Its core twists. It recoils inward... groaning under its own gravity. It… stagnates.”
“…It hardens. Screams. But there is no sound. A silent cry.”
“…And then. It rots. Cracks. Collapses. Blackened husk drifting through the void…”
“…Dead.”
[VISUAL LOOP—3 FRAMES REPEATING, THEN STABILIZE]
“…Then…”
“…From the corpse of the Sun… two Sith emerge.”
“…Hooded. Cloaked.”
“…They walk as one. Brotherly. Familiar. The fire of the fallen sun returns… igniting in their wake.”
“…Legions rise beneath them. Banners snap in solar winds. Worlds bend knees in silence.”
“…Empires built with a gesture. Enemies unmade with a glance.”
“…And one of them… places a crown upon the other..."
"A fiery crown... Made of the essence of the once blazing sun... the crown of Horuset…”
“…The sun… Reborn in their image.."
[STATIC INTERRUPT AUDIO DESYNCED, CONTINUES UNSTABLE]
“…I told Kromus. He believed it. Called it… our destiny. His destiny…”
“…He dreamed of glory."
“… He said... I saw my hands place the crown on his head.”
“…But now…”
[AUDIO FLICKER]
[LOW AUDIO RUMBLE—SIGNATURE MATCH: REPUBLIC LONG RANGE ARTILLERY STRIKE DETONATION]
“…Here, on Anx Minor… I see the cracks…”
“…The same cracks that shattered the dream. The rot. The nd.”
[BACKGROUND: ARTILLERY DISTANTLY ECHOES // ENVIRONMENTAL SENSOR: WIND RISING]
A LONG PAUSE—SILENCE EXCEPT FOR THE WIND
“Kromus is gone... Missing... Or training... Not here.”
HOLO IMAGE DISTORTION KRASSUS' EXPRESSION FLICKERS BETWEEN ANGER AND EXHAUSTION
“He is nowhere to be found.... I am alone”
[VISUAL END – static flood]
[AUDIO TERMINATED – no further signal detected]
>> END FRAGMENT.
>> FILE STATUS: LOCKED / REPAIR IMPOSSIBLE.
>> NOTE: Hidden under six layers of encryption. Marked for deletion but never executed.
>> STATUS: DEGRADED — PARTIAL AUDIO/VISUAL INTEGRITY
>> SOURCE: PERSONAL DEVICE // KRASSUS HORUSET
>> OPENING FILE… ENTRY II: The Vision
[HOLO IMAGE STABILIZING…]
A flicker of static splits the screen. Faint artillery thunder rolls in the background. Distant, then close, then gone. The desert winds of Anx Minor whip coarse dust over shattered terrain. The silhouette resolves: a young Krassus, early in his Apprenticeship. Warrior’s robes, battle-worn. His face is harder now. More angular. His eyes deep set and troubled.
He sits within a shattered ruin, visor on his lap. Sweat-slicking his browridges. His red hair stuck to his face. Glancing at the recorder.
[HOLO AUDIO FRAGMENT RECOVERED…]
“…When I was… young… plagued… by a drea—no… not a dream…”
[STATIC FLICKER — AUDIO SPIKE]
“…Every night… weeks without end. The same. Always the same…”
“…No dream. A vision.”
[HOLO IMAGE GLITCH FAINT PITCH OSCILLATION]
“…Alone. Suspended in the black between stars. Space without shape. Motionless. Breathless. *Ageless.*”
“…I try to scream. but my voice is lost to the void. It swallows everything.”
“…Yet then…”
[LOW AUDIO RUMBLE—SIGNATURE MATCH: REPUBLIC LONG RANGE ARTILLERY STRIKE DETONATION]
“… Our sigil... the Horuset Sun.. appears. Alive. Sentient. Starfire incarnate.”
“…Radiant… Terrifying… Its face familiar yet unknown... Beyond my comprehension.. Eldritch.”
[VISUAL STRETCH IMAGE LAG: SUBJECT OVEREXPOSED]
“…It notices me..."
"It speaks without sound. It knows me... Unknowable knowledge imparted..”
“…It burns the flesh from my bones, sears my eyes into ash… and Yet I still see it... Feel it.. I am consumed by it.”
“…Its power is limitless. Its presence a divine horror. Typhojem given fiery form. A will older than time. Expanding. Consuming. All things die in its fiery light..."
[HOLO STATIC FRAME DROP: 36% LOSS DETECTED]
“…But then it slows. Something wrong.”
“…Its light fractures. Its core twists. It recoils inward... groaning under its own gravity. It… stagnates.”
“…It hardens. Screams. But there is no sound. A silent cry.”
“…And then. It rots. Cracks. Collapses. Blackened husk drifting through the void…”
“…Dead.”
[VISUAL LOOP—3 FRAMES REPEATING, THEN STABILIZE]
“…Then…”
“…From the corpse of the Sun… two Sith emerge.”
“…Hooded. Cloaked.”
“…They walk as one. Brotherly. Familiar. The fire of the fallen sun returns… igniting in their wake.”
“…Legions rise beneath them. Banners snap in solar winds. Worlds bend knees in silence.”
“…Empires built with a gesture. Enemies unmade with a glance.”
“…And one of them… places a crown upon the other..."
"A fiery crown... Made of the essence of the once blazing sun... the crown of Horuset…”
“…The sun… Reborn in their image.."
[STATIC INTERRUPT AUDIO DESYNCED, CONTINUES UNSTABLE]
“…I told Kromus. He believed it. Called it… our destiny. His destiny…”
“…He dreamed of glory."
“… He said... I saw my hands place the crown on his head.”
“…But now…”
[AUDIO FLICKER]
[LOW AUDIO RUMBLE—SIGNATURE MATCH: REPUBLIC LONG RANGE ARTILLERY STRIKE DETONATION]
“…Here, on Anx Minor… I see the cracks…”
“…The same cracks that shattered the dream. The rot. The nd.”
[BACKGROUND: ARTILLERY DISTANTLY ECHOES // ENVIRONMENTAL SENSOR: WIND RISING]
A LONG PAUSE—SILENCE EXCEPT FOR THE WIND
“Kromus is gone... Missing... Or training... Not here.”
HOLO IMAGE DISTORTION KRASSUS' EXPRESSION FLICKERS BETWEEN ANGER AND EXHAUSTION
“He is nowhere to be found.... I am alone”
[VISUAL END – static flood]
[AUDIO TERMINATED – no further signal detected]
>> END FRAGMENT.
>> FILE STATUS: LOCKED / REPAIR IMPOSSIBLE.
>> NOTE: Hidden under six layers of encryption. Marked for deletion but never executed.
