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04-05-2026, 03:35 PM
>> BEGIN ARCHIVAL RETRIEVAL: HORUSET.PRIV.LOG_14JU-180X (LOCATION MARKED -- HORUSET PROVING GROUNDS, SERNPIDAL)
>> STATUS: INTEGRITY 100%
>> SOURCE: PERSONAL DEVICE // Lord Atas -- Pentarch of Advancement
>> OPENING FILE...ENTRY VI: The Golden Suns
A flicker of blue static floods the screen before stabilizing into the image of Lord Atas, viewed from behind standing on the crest of a hill. Hands joined behind the small of his back, his cloak blowing in the wind. There was the distinct sound of ongoing heavy construction. A group of men seen walking away from him back down the hill, based on their uniforms they would appear to be Imperial Military Engineers, overseeing the construction of the Horuset Proving Grounds on Sernpidal.
As soon as the engineers fade out of view the newest Lord of the Horuset Pentarchy speaks, his grim voice like crushed gravel as he begins. "I have come to an epiphany on the history and iconography of my family..." Krassus said before he turned on his heels like a stone idol, approaching the recording holocam.
The three ruinous scars running diagonally across his face like trenches across a battlefield. Tugging at the corner of his mouth as he speaks. Dark veins visible around his eyes and lips.
"How often have we not had to endure the mewling of lesser Sith as they mock the heraldry of our line... The Horuset Sun, the ancestral star of all Purebloods since the dawn of time... How arrogant we must be to claim it as our own, how foolish, how... Delusional." He mused softly before he continued.
"'Surely,' they say 'The Horuset Sun belongs to all who have gazed upon it. A symbol for all the Pure of Korriban.' They say it as if there were nothing extraordinary about our family... How wrong they are. The blood of Horuset -is- extraordinary. For generations Sith of our House have rallied others to our cause... Martialed the strongest and most potent of Sith against the ancient enemy... Cultivating a bastion of Tradition and Purity that has sown nothing but strength and Dominion, Imposing our will upon the Northern Territories of our Empire as if it were naught but our personal paying field!"
Krassus balled his Cybernetic left hand into a fist as he spoke, robotic joints whirring with the movement, a glint in his vibrant red eyes, which only glows brighter as he motions his hand out to the construction happening around him once more before he continues.
''There is Power in the radiant Blood of Horuset... But even among the House of the Blazing sun, there are those who burn brighter than most." Krassus said, a matter of fact as he turned his back onto the camera once more. His jawline tightening as he grit his teeth.
"In every generation since the founding of the reconstituted Sith Empire, there has been one of our line, upon who the radiance of the Horuset Sun's star of destiny shone brightest. Chul.... Caadu... Chaidus... Crannus.... Ahandra." Krassus inhaled sharply, clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth at the mention of his own Master, swiping his right hand through the windblown crimson locks of his hair.
"After four generations of falling from father to son, the line of Patriarchs of House Horuset was broken... And a matriarch rose in its stead. For our House favors power above all else... The position of head of the Household not inherited, but seized by the throat. And it was not Crannus' son Cautus who eclipsed his father's might... No, it was my master... Ahandra Horuset, the third Horuset to bear the title of Darth, that rose as the brightest star of her generation."
Krassus Jawline tightens once more as he joins his hands behind the small of his back. A moment of silent reflection as only the howling of the wind and the roar of a passing construction shuttle overhead fill the recording.
"Darth Horuset... A position not inherited, but seized." Atas reiterated, musing softly before he continued. "What a fool Kromus was... To believe that ultimate authority would simply fall into his lap... That by virtue of being the spawn of the Dark Lord's loins, the blazing sun would shine its favor upon him..."
Krassus grit his teeth once more as he turned around, looking back to the camera, the glint in his vermillion gaze burning ever brighter.
"And what a fool I was for believing him. As if the Horuset Sun would ignore the other half of his genetic burden... Yutal Vipion was a fool and weakling, and his son inherited much and more of it. Even if I was too blind to see it... To blinded by my own belief in the same delusions."
Krassus clenched his hands into fists as he continued his monologue.
"What a fool I was, to believe that, for I was but the second son of a minor Lord of our House, that it was my lot in life alone to be a warrior... A soldier... A pawn. Tsk!"
He exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound cutting through the wind as his gaze drifted momentarily past the holocam, as if looking back across the years he now dissected with such bitter clarity.
''As a fresh faced Apprentice, Lord Vipion, my predecessor as Lord of Advancement used to mock me with the moniker 'Golden Son of the Golden Sun' in her jests... I suppose there is always some truth to be found in the jests of fools.''
A faint, humorless smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred mouth before fading just as quickly, swallowed by the weight of his own rising conviction. His posture straightened, presence swelling, the air itself seeming to tighten around him as though the Force bent subtly to accommodate his certainty.
"Everywhere I choose to act, everywhere I move, Everywhere I decide to press my will forward undaunted by the mewling of others... The radiance of the Horuset Sun, the radiance of the very -gods- themselves shines upon me with -Victory-!"
''...I now stand as the most Powerful Horuset in a generation... And I can no longer delude myself with believing I am an ordinary Sith. No... It is -me- upon which the Horuset Sun shines brightest. I was not born to be a Warrior, I was wrought into being to lead! To shape the destiny of sentients... Dictate the fate of Civilizations.... I am the Extraordinary Horuset of my generation..."
A pause.
''It is I who will burn brighter than most."
For a moment, silence followed. Only the distant thunder of construction and the howl of wind across the barren heights of Sernpidal filled the recording.
Krassus turned his gaze outward once more, overlooking the skeletal framework of the Horuset Proving Grounds rising beneath him.
"I stand where once I could not even imagine standing."
His cybernetic hand flexed once more, slower this time, deliberate. Controlled.
"A Lord of the Sith. Pentarch of House Horuset. A master of my own Sphere. No longer a mere enforcer for my master, one who's purpose is shaped by the will of others… But the one who shapes."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the sprawling construction below, as though already seeing it completed… Fortified… Alive with purpose.
"The Sphere of Advancement will not remain as it was. A fractured collection of idle minds and squandered potential."
A slight tilt of his head. A decision already made long before this recording.
"It will become my weapon. Refined. Directed. Unyielding. Every project, every innovation, every discovery… bent toward a singular purpose..."
His gaze settled upon the central rise where the heart of the Proving Grounds would stand.
"...This will be the seat of my authority.''
He inhaled slowly, the Sith Lord's breathing steadying, centering as he clenches his hands into fists.
''The Vision I had as a child... How much better I understand it now... There is no brother. There never was. It has always been -me- who was the chosen to restore the fracturing star of Horuset.
I am both Sith.... And it is the actions of Krassus Horuset, the Warrior, who places the crown atop the head of Atas, Golden Son of the Blazing Sun, Future of the Sith made manifest.''
He stood still after that. Unmoving. Unquestioning.
"My Ambition... My Destiny is absolute... And when the times comes to fulfill it..."
His voice sharpened to a knife's edge as he inhaled sharply through flared nostrils, a dangerous glint of mania crossed his eyes.
''... Even Ahandra's golden radiance will be eclipsed...."
The recording lingered for a moment longer on his silhouette against the storm-dark horizon… before dissolving into static.
[VISUAL END – static flood]
[AUDIO TERMINATED – no further signal detected]
>> END FRAGMENT.
>> FILE STATUS: LOCKED
>> STATUS: INTEGRITY 100%
>> SOURCE: PERSONAL DEVICE // Lord Atas -- Pentarch of Advancement
>> OPENING FILE...ENTRY VI: The Golden Suns
A flicker of blue static floods the screen before stabilizing into the image of Lord Atas, viewed from behind standing on the crest of a hill. Hands joined behind the small of his back, his cloak blowing in the wind. There was the distinct sound of ongoing heavy construction. A group of men seen walking away from him back down the hill, based on their uniforms they would appear to be Imperial Military Engineers, overseeing the construction of the Horuset Proving Grounds on Sernpidal.
As soon as the engineers fade out of view the newest Lord of the Horuset Pentarchy speaks, his grim voice like crushed gravel as he begins. "I have come to an epiphany on the history and iconography of my family..." Krassus said before he turned on his heels like a stone idol, approaching the recording holocam.
The three ruinous scars running diagonally across his face like trenches across a battlefield. Tugging at the corner of his mouth as he speaks. Dark veins visible around his eyes and lips.
"How often have we not had to endure the mewling of lesser Sith as they mock the heraldry of our line... The Horuset Sun, the ancestral star of all Purebloods since the dawn of time... How arrogant we must be to claim it as our own, how foolish, how... Delusional." He mused softly before he continued.
"'Surely,' they say 'The Horuset Sun belongs to all who have gazed upon it. A symbol for all the Pure of Korriban.' They say it as if there were nothing extraordinary about our family... How wrong they are. The blood of Horuset -is- extraordinary. For generations Sith of our House have rallied others to our cause... Martialed the strongest and most potent of Sith against the ancient enemy... Cultivating a bastion of Tradition and Purity that has sown nothing but strength and Dominion, Imposing our will upon the Northern Territories of our Empire as if it were naught but our personal paying field!"
Krassus balled his Cybernetic left hand into a fist as he spoke, robotic joints whirring with the movement, a glint in his vibrant red eyes, which only glows brighter as he motions his hand out to the construction happening around him once more before he continues.
''There is Power in the radiant Blood of Horuset... But even among the House of the Blazing sun, there are those who burn brighter than most." Krassus said, a matter of fact as he turned his back onto the camera once more. His jawline tightening as he grit his teeth.
"In every generation since the founding of the reconstituted Sith Empire, there has been one of our line, upon who the radiance of the Horuset Sun's star of destiny shone brightest. Chul.... Caadu... Chaidus... Crannus.... Ahandra." Krassus inhaled sharply, clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth at the mention of his own Master, swiping his right hand through the windblown crimson locks of his hair.
"After four generations of falling from father to son, the line of Patriarchs of House Horuset was broken... And a matriarch rose in its stead. For our House favors power above all else... The position of head of the Household not inherited, but seized by the throat. And it was not Crannus' son Cautus who eclipsed his father's might... No, it was my master... Ahandra Horuset, the third Horuset to bear the title of Darth, that rose as the brightest star of her generation."
Krassus Jawline tightens once more as he joins his hands behind the small of his back. A moment of silent reflection as only the howling of the wind and the roar of a passing construction shuttle overhead fill the recording.
"Darth Horuset... A position not inherited, but seized." Atas reiterated, musing softly before he continued. "What a fool Kromus was... To believe that ultimate authority would simply fall into his lap... That by virtue of being the spawn of the Dark Lord's loins, the blazing sun would shine its favor upon him..."
Krassus grit his teeth once more as he turned around, looking back to the camera, the glint in his vermillion gaze burning ever brighter.
"And what a fool I was for believing him. As if the Horuset Sun would ignore the other half of his genetic burden... Yutal Vipion was a fool and weakling, and his son inherited much and more of it. Even if I was too blind to see it... To blinded by my own belief in the same delusions."
Krassus clenched his hands into fists as he continued his monologue.
"What a fool I was, to believe that, for I was but the second son of a minor Lord of our House, that it was my lot in life alone to be a warrior... A soldier... A pawn. Tsk!"
He exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound cutting through the wind as his gaze drifted momentarily past the holocam, as if looking back across the years he now dissected with such bitter clarity.
''As a fresh faced Apprentice, Lord Vipion, my predecessor as Lord of Advancement used to mock me with the moniker 'Golden Son of the Golden Sun' in her jests... I suppose there is always some truth to be found in the jests of fools.''
A faint, humorless smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred mouth before fading just as quickly, swallowed by the weight of his own rising conviction. His posture straightened, presence swelling, the air itself seeming to tighten around him as though the Force bent subtly to accommodate his certainty.
"Everywhere I choose to act, everywhere I move, Everywhere I decide to press my will forward undaunted by the mewling of others... The radiance of the Horuset Sun, the radiance of the very -gods- themselves shines upon me with -Victory-!"
''...I now stand as the most Powerful Horuset in a generation... And I can no longer delude myself with believing I am an ordinary Sith. No... It is -me- upon which the Horuset Sun shines brightest. I was not born to be a Warrior, I was wrought into being to lead! To shape the destiny of sentients... Dictate the fate of Civilizations.... I am the Extraordinary Horuset of my generation..."
A pause.
''It is I who will burn brighter than most."
For a moment, silence followed. Only the distant thunder of construction and the howl of wind across the barren heights of Sernpidal filled the recording.
Krassus turned his gaze outward once more, overlooking the skeletal framework of the Horuset Proving Grounds rising beneath him.
"I stand where once I could not even imagine standing."
His cybernetic hand flexed once more, slower this time, deliberate. Controlled.
"A Lord of the Sith. Pentarch of House Horuset. A master of my own Sphere. No longer a mere enforcer for my master, one who's purpose is shaped by the will of others… But the one who shapes."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the sprawling construction below, as though already seeing it completed… Fortified… Alive with purpose.
"The Sphere of Advancement will not remain as it was. A fractured collection of idle minds and squandered potential."
A slight tilt of his head. A decision already made long before this recording.
"It will become my weapon. Refined. Directed. Unyielding. Every project, every innovation, every discovery… bent toward a singular purpose..."
His gaze settled upon the central rise where the heart of the Proving Grounds would stand.
"...This will be the seat of my authority.''
He inhaled slowly, the Sith Lord's breathing steadying, centering as he clenches his hands into fists.
''The Vision I had as a child... How much better I understand it now... There is no brother. There never was. It has always been -me- who was the chosen to restore the fracturing star of Horuset.
I am both Sith.... And it is the actions of Krassus Horuset, the Warrior, who places the crown atop the head of Atas, Golden Son of the Blazing Sun, Future of the Sith made manifest.''
He stood still after that. Unmoving. Unquestioning.
"My Ambition... My Destiny is absolute... And when the times comes to fulfill it..."
His voice sharpened to a knife's edge as he inhaled sharply through flared nostrils, a dangerous glint of mania crossed his eyes.
''... Even Ahandra's golden radiance will be eclipsed...."
The recording lingered for a moment longer on his silhouette against the storm-dark horizon… before dissolving into static.
[VISUAL END – static flood]
[AUDIO TERMINATED – no further signal detected]
>> END FRAGMENT.
>> FILE STATUS: LOCKED
