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28-04-2023, 08:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 28-04-2023, 08:32 PM by Rhysand Sekker.)
Entry III: Darth Horuset
Rhysand appeared again in the cyan-white tints of a holoprojection, his hands clasped in the small of his back and posture impeccable, even under the ill-fitting Acolyte Robes. The Acolyte canted his head to the right for a moment as if he was considering something, then righted it and began, a faint grin playing along his lips.
“Darth Horuset. Sith Master to Sith Zevasa and leader of the Horuset Powerbase. I have been fortunate enough to see Her in person: I saw her spar two Apprentices, a hulking brute named a ‘Traitor’ by Illodraen when I first saw him; and the female Neophyte with one hand. They don’t matter. Only She matters. Darth Horuset is perhaps the greatest Sith I have been able to be in the presence of. Perhaps even greater than the late Darth Sekker.” The grin widened. “She is graceful and authoritative; powerful and wise. She is precisely what a Sith should be, which has only confirmed my desire to serve Her directly.
“I could go on and on about Her for hours on end. But that would be unnecessary. Know this: I will serve Her if that is the last thing I do. Following the duel She had with the Neophyte and the Brute, I spoke with Sith Zevasa. The… Details,” The Pureblood’s lips twisted into a thin line. “I don’t remember much. He… He inspected me physically and through the Force, commented that ‘Boldness is notable in and of itself’ about informing Her of my desires.
“The next day, we were brought to a slave camp on Sernpidal as a part of an ‘outing’ organised by Apprentice Dutrosu, the masked Assistant-Logistician. He explained the part slaves have to play in the Imperial economy, which for me did not reveal much information, but it did reveal an interesting angle through which to… Convert Syllel. Everyone has a place; even slaves; even Acolytes; even Sith. It wasn’t too interesting, were it not for a single incident. An Acolyte named Ikora called me a Seq’kar.” Rhysand’s tone shifted downwards, and his figure and expression tightened. “I don’t care for the other Acolytes. But that bitch should learn her place. So I beat her until Apprentice Dutrosu intervened. It should teach her to stay out of my way if nothing else.
“Apprentice Dutrosu, as Assistant-Logistician, is the head of the powerbase’s logistical efforts. It’s his work that enables us to fight the war: a warrior studies battle, but a strategist studies logistics. He seems good at it. A bit obtuse, but efficient. He serves Sith Leive, the Provisional Envoy of Resurgence, and Lord Kalkoran, the Hand of Horuset. Both are involved in Logistics to varying degrees. Invaluable work that involves working with the lowest of the low, the slaves. Despicable.”
Rhysand offered a sharp nod at this, and the holorecording faded.
“Darth Horuset. Sith Master to Sith Zevasa and leader of the Horuset Powerbase. I have been fortunate enough to see Her in person: I saw her spar two Apprentices, a hulking brute named a ‘Traitor’ by Illodraen when I first saw him; and the female Neophyte with one hand. They don’t matter. Only She matters. Darth Horuset is perhaps the greatest Sith I have been able to be in the presence of. Perhaps even greater than the late Darth Sekker.” The grin widened. “She is graceful and authoritative; powerful and wise. She is precisely what a Sith should be, which has only confirmed my desire to serve Her directly.
“I could go on and on about Her for hours on end. But that would be unnecessary. Know this: I will serve Her if that is the last thing I do. Following the duel She had with the Neophyte and the Brute, I spoke with Sith Zevasa. The… Details,” The Pureblood’s lips twisted into a thin line. “I don’t remember much. He… He inspected me physically and through the Force, commented that ‘Boldness is notable in and of itself’ about informing Her of my desires.
“The next day, we were brought to a slave camp on Sernpidal as a part of an ‘outing’ organised by Apprentice Dutrosu, the masked Assistant-Logistician. He explained the part slaves have to play in the Imperial economy, which for me did not reveal much information, but it did reveal an interesting angle through which to… Convert Syllel. Everyone has a place; even slaves; even Acolytes; even Sith. It wasn’t too interesting, were it not for a single incident. An Acolyte named Ikora called me a Seq’kar.” Rhysand’s tone shifted downwards, and his figure and expression tightened. “I don’t care for the other Acolytes. But that bitch should learn her place. So I beat her until Apprentice Dutrosu intervened. It should teach her to stay out of my way if nothing else.
“Apprentice Dutrosu, as Assistant-Logistician, is the head of the powerbase’s logistical efforts. It’s his work that enables us to fight the war: a warrior studies battle, but a strategist studies logistics. He seems good at it. A bit obtuse, but efficient. He serves Sith Leive, the Provisional Envoy of Resurgence, and Lord Kalkoran, the Hand of Horuset. Both are involved in Logistics to varying degrees. Invaluable work that involves working with the lowest of the low, the slaves. Despicable.”
Rhysand offered a sharp nod at this, and the holorecording faded.
