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21-04-2023, 01:53 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, May 2019))
Entry 52: The Lying Acolyte
*Hirak walked into the frame of the shot donned in his long black garments, spaulders on either side holding it all together in what looked a regal outfit. The Sith Lord then moved a hand to his neck where he pressed a singular button allowing the entire beast-maw shaped masked to reel off his head slowly. It faded away until his true form could be witnessed: pale blue skin and tattoos that streaked across the sides of his head that looked like they were done by hand. Large arcing dark blue curves that cut across from his temple towards the back of his head, each with a small one underneath. However, once the closed eyes opened they had no semblance of belonging to a creature of his race. Instead, the dark and twisted deep shade of blue burst forth through the holoprojector that hinted at the disturbed hue. His voice was no longer hindered by the mask’s vocal emitter and instead, a wry smirk formed on his face.*
“Trakaton often asks me why I take such delight in the games that I play. It is because testing the capabilities is a useful past time that allows me to consider all possible future actions I should take. I have and always will learn from external stimuli - even in such a crude form as these wretches that arrive daily to my master’s stronghold.
However, there is one in particular that has offered me particular disdain. She is well known for her nascent ability to lie and lie often, not a bad trait for a budding Sith to have. Her name is Alencia Dista and from what I can observe her accent is reminiscent of those from Alderaan who swore their loyalty to the Empire. So far, I have observed her as rather too obvious at making up tall tales or perhaps it was too obvious to me. For immediately I took a liking to her rather amusing effect on the others. The chaos she caused was always a interesting way to observe the behaviour of others. After all, 'Peace is a lie'. However, she decided to stick her nose into my business and then it became personal. I am not forgiving. I am not lenient. I am relentless and I am unstoppable. Not even the likes of Zarrious or Stygian, or even my master, can truly stop my ascent. So neither will this little girl’s lying habits...”
*The Sith Lord sighed lightly and started to pace in the room as he spoke, clearly trying to collect his thoughts on the matter.*
“I summoned her into the training pit where she gave me a long winded report on my apprentice, Siors. Admittedly, I did not go unprepared. I myself made sure I was aware of all situations before I even entered the room. It was clear there were embellishments and that this acolyte was going out of her way to drag him through the dirt. I let her talk, I let her provide point after point that my apprentice had been entirely useless during operations and missions, exposing him as some sort of buffoon. To a degree she was correct but many of her statements I knew to be untrue and that was her error.
Once she was done I let her leave and explained to her that has been noted as an untrustworthy source. I will keep an eye on this one just in case her ambitions become a problem.
I will see if she can play the game that so many before her have played. A game of old that was passed down to me first by Tokiai, then by Darth Horuset and now one I take a great pleasure in inflicting upon others. Occularis learned swiftly. Then the now deceased Elayzek as he acted upon my orders upon the innocent Twi'lek, Lis'na. I wonder what turn this will take. It is almost palpable.
End transmission.”
*Hirak stopped pacing and waved a hand across towards that of the holoprojector, the recording device he utilised clearly facing him. It slowly whirred and halted before the blue flicker displaying his form shuddered. After a few moments, it disappeared down back into the machine before the mechanical nature of it’s unnatural whirr came to a grinding halt ending the holodiary entry.*
Entry 52: The Lying Acolyte
*Hirak walked into the frame of the shot donned in his long black garments, spaulders on either side holding it all together in what looked a regal outfit. The Sith Lord then moved a hand to his neck where he pressed a singular button allowing the entire beast-maw shaped masked to reel off his head slowly. It faded away until his true form could be witnessed: pale blue skin and tattoos that streaked across the sides of his head that looked like they were done by hand. Large arcing dark blue curves that cut across from his temple towards the back of his head, each with a small one underneath. However, once the closed eyes opened they had no semblance of belonging to a creature of his race. Instead, the dark and twisted deep shade of blue burst forth through the holoprojector that hinted at the disturbed hue. His voice was no longer hindered by the mask’s vocal emitter and instead, a wry smirk formed on his face.*
“Trakaton often asks me why I take such delight in the games that I play. It is because testing the capabilities is a useful past time that allows me to consider all possible future actions I should take. I have and always will learn from external stimuli - even in such a crude form as these wretches that arrive daily to my master’s stronghold.
However, there is one in particular that has offered me particular disdain. She is well known for her nascent ability to lie and lie often, not a bad trait for a budding Sith to have. Her name is Alencia Dista and from what I can observe her accent is reminiscent of those from Alderaan who swore their loyalty to the Empire. So far, I have observed her as rather too obvious at making up tall tales or perhaps it was too obvious to me. For immediately I took a liking to her rather amusing effect on the others. The chaos she caused was always a interesting way to observe the behaviour of others. After all, 'Peace is a lie'. However, she decided to stick her nose into my business and then it became personal. I am not forgiving. I am not lenient. I am relentless and I am unstoppable. Not even the likes of Zarrious or Stygian, or even my master, can truly stop my ascent. So neither will this little girl’s lying habits...”
*The Sith Lord sighed lightly and started to pace in the room as he spoke, clearly trying to collect his thoughts on the matter.*
“I summoned her into the training pit where she gave me a long winded report on my apprentice, Siors. Admittedly, I did not go unprepared. I myself made sure I was aware of all situations before I even entered the room. It was clear there were embellishments and that this acolyte was going out of her way to drag him through the dirt. I let her talk, I let her provide point after point that my apprentice had been entirely useless during operations and missions, exposing him as some sort of buffoon. To a degree she was correct but many of her statements I knew to be untrue and that was her error.
Once she was done I let her leave and explained to her that has been noted as an untrustworthy source. I will keep an eye on this one just in case her ambitions become a problem.
I will see if she can play the game that so many before her have played. A game of old that was passed down to me first by Tokiai, then by Darth Horuset and now one I take a great pleasure in inflicting upon others. Occularis learned swiftly. Then the now deceased Elayzek as he acted upon my orders upon the innocent Twi'lek, Lis'na. I wonder what turn this will take. It is almost palpable.
End transmission.”
*Hirak stopped pacing and waved a hand across towards that of the holoprojector, the recording device he utilised clearly facing him. It slowly whirred and halted before the blue flicker displaying his form shuddered. After a few moments, it disappeared down back into the machine before the mechanical nature of it’s unnatural whirr came to a grinding halt ending the holodiary entry.*
