Mon May 14, 2012 8:42 pm by Varro Calistarious
Lord Ahirman
*Holocrons. The link to our past. The link that gave forbidden knowledge from one generation to the next, despite the passage of time. It was how the Sith survived for so long, our mastery of the darkside had led us to hoard the secrets of the galaxy for ourselves. Unable to crack the selfish demeanor, much of this lore had been lost to the ever shifting sands of time. I planned to unearth these sacred relics, I had planned on serving our Emperor in training his neophytes... But in the time of his reign here upon Korriban I had succumbed to the limits of my frail and mortal form. No longer could I freely plunder the depths of the Valley, No longer could I endure the darkness of the tombs, and no longer could I resist the corruption of the Darkside. My skin has paled to near - translucence, the veins beneath were now visible and amethyst in hue. My eyes had darkened, once proud orbs of blue had now turned to the silver of steel. An old man in my quest for knowledge I had become, the creak of joints had become the thunderous roar of artillery, and the hum of a powered dataslate had become my lightsaber.
I had become weak.
This is what I wished to portray, what I wished others to think. When in truth my powers have only grown as my body had begun to fail me. In the recorded words of the Jedi master Yoda, we all are luminous beings bound to the mortal realm by this crude matter of flesh and bone. Though he was my enemy in a time long forgotten, he was wise. The knowledge he must have possessed, just the thought of it makes my aged blood boil in anticipation. Through the technological marvel that our ancestors had created, the wizened Jedi master's student had passed down the wisdom he had once called his own. Thankfully Jedi were not as selfish as the Sith, and were willing to part with one of their relics so easily. In truth having ripped the thread of life made it easier for me to grab this databank, him being a Jedi made it nothing more than child's play.
Through the hidden facade of his gloved fingers, I spun this treasured Jedi trinket. It's cube like shape seemed so heavy to the touch, like the knowledge within had meant to overwhelm those who would breach it's surface. Yet as I spun it in hand, the weight of the folded metal was so insignificant in comparison to the wealth veiled within. My shrouded eyes blinked with fatigue, many days had been spent toiling over accessing this relic, and many more had been spent learning it's secrets. When I had absorbed all that I could, all I could find myself doing was spinning the used trinket within the grasp of my fingers. It would be a great addition to my collection, but like everything I have learned it would do nothing more than waste the remaining space upon my shelves. It is now that I realize I need a larger place to store my relics.
Rolling my eyes and placing the Jedi artifact upon the table, I ran a delicate finger along the uniformed edge of the holocron. Jedi contraptions were always so elegant when compared to those created by the Sith, somehow the pyramids were always unnaturally sharp to the touch. I always assumed since the darkness in man's own heart was the seed of violence, our relics were merely the paragon of such anger. When through study, I found the pyramid had more to it than such simple symbolism. The pinnacle of the pyramid represented the power one could achieve through the destruction of others. Upon a mound of blood, would all the secrets of the universe be free for the taking. The pyramid was a Sith's rise to power, those that stopped to learn more of what housed our ancient secrets rather than racing to the heart of the knowledge would have a greater understanding.
My former apprentice was such a "Sith", if he could be called that. He rushed head first into danger, unaware of the darkness and it's ability to kill. He had found himself managed by the very powers he sought to control, unable to harness the potential that such mastery of the force would've been able to give. His loss was my gain, the staff I now hold empowers me to be more than I seem. It grants me the ability to walk unhindered, the strength to fight even the most well trained of foes with ease, and it knows me just as I know it. For all the gifts it has given me, it takes what precious little life I have left in return. Such was the bargain when the staff and I became companion's. My time fast approaches, thus all efforts must be made to prolong my life. I will need a fresh frame to inhabit, for when the time comes my spirit may not live on in the mortal world when this crude flesh is peeled from my bones. A vast wealth of knowledge awaits, and my mind yearns to devour every sacred page, every hallowed relic, and every holy word.
I must not fail in my quest for the truth, I must not fail in my own rights becoming,
God.*