Private King of Jesters and Jester of Kings / The Diarchy

[Tashsi Qsa]

TARIS
Kakus Residency, years ago.
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While in retrospective the Anzati's serfdom to Lord Kakus was brief -merely twenty years, which is an instant for his species-, it seemed to take an eternity. The Jester's potencial, locked by a trickster less deserving than him. And yet, with time, he grew to not hate the figure he forcedly served. For a human, he was wise, even if heavily misguided in his vision of the dark side. So soon, the High Chancellor felt, knew the death of Lord Kakus was coming, not as a wish, more like a vision of a future nearer than expected. After the commemoration of the Lord's 60th anniversary in the Kakus Residency, of which the Anzati was nowhere near at the time, Tashsi finally appeared from a shadow at eventide, behind Kakus. His children were growing fast, and no doubt they would dry out and die as fast as their father. It was every human's destiny, death. Such fascinating species: with so little time, they thrive to do so much. Too much for their tiny hands to hold. That was the reason for their extensive presence throghout galactic history, Chancellor Qsar thinks. Too much passion and so much ambition, so much life for so little time. It was a honour to see that, even if forced to. Slowly approaching the human Kakus, the Anzati whispered, calmly: "It's coming. Can you feel it?"

The Chancellor chose to wait for an answer, before getting further into the inquiry he was certain would leave Kakus much to think about: "Was it worth it? Creating this grand, excessive plan. Imprisoning me. Denying chaos, embracing order. Do you think it will, finally, work?"

 

[Tales of the Diarchy]

The Father

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Location: Taris | Residence of Lord Kakus
Tags: Tashsi Qsa

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It had been his birthday, a fine occasion and one Kakus had not expected to see. Sixty years, more than a third of it in exile from the Sith Order, training his sons and laying the foundation of a great and noble plan.

He was lost in thought for a moment, but, so used to the Anzat's ways after twenty years, he was not surprised to hear Tashsi's voice.

"I've felt it for some time Qsa, it is coming. I do not know what form it will take, but I am prepared."

The next question gave the Dark Lord pause. "Was it worth it?" he thought to his young grand daughters, to his sons and their future. To the galaxy at large, and the bloody revolution their movement would bring. He thought specifically to Diarch Rellik , his younger son had ever been his shadow, learning all he could. What he felt was coming, would harm the young man deeply.

"It was worth it Qsa, my sons will see this grand plan through. You may call it excessive, but, if they hold true, the galaxy will be changed for it... as for imprisoning you, that I did to show that even a lowly human, such as myself, can impose order on the very embodiment of chaos that is the great Tashsi Qsa. And ensuring that you will continue to be an agent of order, long after what I have foreseen comes to pass"


The whole time they had been talking Lord Kakus had not turned to look at the other being, his mind was running, filing what still needed to be done.

 

[Tashsi Qsa]

TARIS
Kakus Residency, years ago.
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Tales of the Diarchy

The Demon knew that Lord Kakus wouldn't dare to mention his name -his true name, not the farse that was Tashsi Qsar, the lie everyone seems to praise, maybe even knowing it was a story too great to be the truth. After the Diarch's father said it all, the Anzat couldn't help but laugh: a mocking, uncontrolable laugh of triumph. The creature approached the human, looking directly into his eyes, as if sucking his soul out of his body: "All built on the thick veils that are your lies. You deny everyone the truth of what happened, of what truly happened during the day. You launched my true name into the shadows, for you know it contains the key of my inevitable freedom!", his voice truly the art of an ancient jester, a Supreme Overlord forced to be the punchline of the grandiose joke that was the Diarchy. "The lies you've created to maintain order are the same that hold you captive. Why won't you tell your noble servants of what truly happened during the Taris Earthquake? You wished something to me. Something you chose to keep hidden from anybody but us both. Why don't you tell your children what you made to your own wife?" , the Anzat approached the Lord to the point he could touch his face. He knew the shackles keeping him passive would soon vanish -sooner than later-, and he would have the final laugh. "You lie to everyone -even to yourself- because you know full well that, beyond the facade of order, beyond all the people admiring the man you are, inside the fortress of mockeries you disguised as the truth, there is still an insecure child trying to be more than he can possibly be, trying to control the uncontrolable to at least make sense of a galaxy his feeble mind can't understand, and certain that the man his sons love doesn't exist but in their minds. Hell, your need to control everything and everyone made you order me to cannibalise your wife to create the perfect son."

"She begged me not to do it, Kakus. She begged me to keep her son untouched by the dark side." The Jester approached his slaver even more, to the point their bodies almost touched. As a whisper, the Demon added, a joyous melancholy grasping his voice "She loved you, you know. She truly did. She thought you both would save the galaxy together. No book tells us of her tale, of her story. No picture shows her face, human. She was forgotten, the same as the thousands and thousands you've condemned to create your little Empire."

"Order? There is nothing remotely similar as order in the Diarchy, Kakus. There is only destruction, and the ones you ordered me to destroy, because you're not man enough to do it youself. This is what you'll leave the galaxy after you're gone. A mountain of lies, two unstable children with a deadly fear of disappointing their great father, and me."

"I could have shown you the secrets of the universe, Kakus. You could have transcended death, if you only followed what you promised me that day. You could have had everything. And still, you chose the path of cowardice. You disappointed me."