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21-04-2023, 02:03 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, March 2020))
Entry 59: Venom
*Hirak stepped into the frame of the picture, seemingly recovered from his previous injuries. He had adorned himself in fixed armour, the standard duranium he had become accustomed to wearing. The beast-maw shaped mask still covered his head, like a carapace of rage and fury that masked the identity behind those deep sanguine eyes. He cleared his throat and began to speak.*
“An old ally has returned to the Capital and to Sith Space. Theran Dall also known as Therdel or by his title Lord Venom. An alderaanian who once found his service to the Dark Lord, once his apprentice, and apprentice finally to Lord Saud. In truth, he had many masters and as I’ve mentioned before left to find favour amongst others who would utilise him. The truth of the matter is that Trakaton and I took him for everything he owned, and when he left he bequeathed it all to us regardless. What we did not cannibalise we spent on making sure our share of power was more than adequate. Sernpidal, the goliath beast that it is, certainly was fed well.
But in truth the visit was one of a social matter. We have mutual acquaintances and Venom wanted to reconnect with those he deemed important. However, I knew truly that this man would disappear yet again. He would retreat to some far, long forgotten plane of existence on the frontier and never return. Theran never took any pleasure from politics, and in truth he had become worse and worse at playing the game of old that we had easily overtaken him. So, we stayed for some hours in my living room chatting about his time. He had been perfecting his poisons, training the abilities of the mind and challenging the force through illusions. That is how he had been destroying his enemies, from within their own fear-saturated minds. It was an intriguing method, I will say.”
*Hirak took the time to turn away and start to pace as he began to think, walking up and down the empty space that the holographic recorder could capture.*
“I gave him an update on his old apprentice, Siors, who I had taken as my first when he became abandoned. I explained the boy's temperament, and that whilst he was a suck-up, he had been somewhat useful. I explained I had tried to remove some of the bad habits he’d picked up whilst he had no Master but the truth was that Venom’s neglect had left an irreversible stain on his behaviour. Venom seemed not to care, he had taken many apprentices after. We discussed the Horuset powerbase some, regarding our new ‘Council’ that was run by Saud, Tokiai and Trakaton. Of course, I had very little to say in there but my influence was just as strong because Trakaton sat in. Trakaton and I have worked together for so long that instinct takes over and our schemes have become total intuition.
But again, Venom just wanted to laud over his time with Darth Tenebrus Dreyar. I’d only met him a few times but that was enough. This so called Black Guard had very little to do other than throw big words around and do as much as possible to seem intimidating. It fit the MO of Venom. But, as I said, our conversation was more of a catch up and once the tea was finished he departed.
I can only assume that this will be the last time I see him, unless he survives. I hope his death is quick, otherwise he would have suffered in life for nothing.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waved a hand towards the recorder, the camera shuddered as the holographic image of the Sith Lord began to sputter. The machine ground to a halt as the recorder stopped playing the entry. The whirring slowed as it turned off and finished the entry.*
Entry 59: Venom
*Hirak stepped into the frame of the picture, seemingly recovered from his previous injuries. He had adorned himself in fixed armour, the standard duranium he had become accustomed to wearing. The beast-maw shaped mask still covered his head, like a carapace of rage and fury that masked the identity behind those deep sanguine eyes. He cleared his throat and began to speak.*
“An old ally has returned to the Capital and to Sith Space. Theran Dall also known as Therdel or by his title Lord Venom. An alderaanian who once found his service to the Dark Lord, once his apprentice, and apprentice finally to Lord Saud. In truth, he had many masters and as I’ve mentioned before left to find favour amongst others who would utilise him. The truth of the matter is that Trakaton and I took him for everything he owned, and when he left he bequeathed it all to us regardless. What we did not cannibalise we spent on making sure our share of power was more than adequate. Sernpidal, the goliath beast that it is, certainly was fed well.
But in truth the visit was one of a social matter. We have mutual acquaintances and Venom wanted to reconnect with those he deemed important. However, I knew truly that this man would disappear yet again. He would retreat to some far, long forgotten plane of existence on the frontier and never return. Theran never took any pleasure from politics, and in truth he had become worse and worse at playing the game of old that we had easily overtaken him. So, we stayed for some hours in my living room chatting about his time. He had been perfecting his poisons, training the abilities of the mind and challenging the force through illusions. That is how he had been destroying his enemies, from within their own fear-saturated minds. It was an intriguing method, I will say.”
*Hirak took the time to turn away and start to pace as he began to think, walking up and down the empty space that the holographic recorder could capture.*
“I gave him an update on his old apprentice, Siors, who I had taken as my first when he became abandoned. I explained the boy's temperament, and that whilst he was a suck-up, he had been somewhat useful. I explained I had tried to remove some of the bad habits he’d picked up whilst he had no Master but the truth was that Venom’s neglect had left an irreversible stain on his behaviour. Venom seemed not to care, he had taken many apprentices after. We discussed the Horuset powerbase some, regarding our new ‘Council’ that was run by Saud, Tokiai and Trakaton. Of course, I had very little to say in there but my influence was just as strong because Trakaton sat in. Trakaton and I have worked together for so long that instinct takes over and our schemes have become total intuition.
But again, Venom just wanted to laud over his time with Darth Tenebrus Dreyar. I’d only met him a few times but that was enough. This so called Black Guard had very little to do other than throw big words around and do as much as possible to seem intimidating. It fit the MO of Venom. But, as I said, our conversation was more of a catch up and once the tea was finished he departed.
I can only assume that this will be the last time I see him, unless he survives. I hope his death is quick, otherwise he would have suffered in life for nothing.
End transmission.”
*Hirak waved a hand towards the recorder, the camera shuddered as the holographic image of the Sith Lord began to sputter. The machine ground to a halt as the recorder stopped playing the entry. The whirring slowed as it turned off and finished the entry.*
