Character
Sometimes in the throes of my reveries I wonder if I am in fact insane. Something clearly went wrong (or from my perspective right) in either my neurochemistry or possibly my soul upon birth. Were that not the case I would be little more than a rough beast little different from one of the myriad animalistic dragons of the galaxy. This notion has been dragged to the forefront of my consciousness because I plan to murder someone tonight in cold blood. I have killed before. A large part of my childhood was dedicated to priming me to slaughter others on the battlefield. I even killed vicariously through an undead instrument during my escape from the Mandalorian enclosures. This however is different , calculated and premediated on my behalf. Medical literature would suggest that this is the behavior of a sociopath.
Many would say that all Sith are either psychopathic or sociopathic to a degree. It's possible, and there are certainly practitioners of the dark side that fit that bill. But in the vast majority of circumstances I do genuinely care about sentient life. If a tragedy occurs in front of me I will feel sorrow. I shun the senseless violence that some tend to revel in for its own sake. This is at odds with a notion within me. That notion, nay principle is that all Mandalorians must be exterminated from the galaxy. All who swear themselves to such a creed sentenced to death by my hand. A total cultural genocide till nothing remains, save for bones and shades. But each culling requires a starting point, and tonight I had sworn to myself I would begin with a smaller step.
So it is that I'm sitting in the middle of a graveyard on the planet Krant. The place is old, filled with faded tombstones that have been overgrown with myriad creepers and vines. Krant's first moon Aereen hangs high in the sky waxing and gibbous. All around me the sounds of night echo, nocturnal birds , amphibians and insects make individual calls. In the distance a mournful howl resounds in the darkness. There were other sounds, touching the edge of my perception. Whispers as the 'other' inhabitants of the cemetery communed among each other, a susurration of psychic energy that was the voices of the dead. My presence had rouses the old shades to wakefulness, dragging them from the dreams of millennia. These were elder shades who had firmly fettered themselves to the graveyard to escape the damning pull of chaos.
For the moment I paid them no heed. Instead I casually examined a mechanical device in my fight forearm letting the moon's light shine off its metal surface. It was a greatsaber or as some knew it a light-club, one that I had picked up on Korriban. Truth be told I had little to no intention of using it in the following proceedings - I simply needed it as bait. Word was out on the holonet that certain individuals were paying a hefty sum for Sith lightsabers. What's more this had raised the interest of Mandalorians. In many ways I love the holonet ,for one thing it helped educate me after my deprived early years and secondly when using it no one can tell that you are a dragon. So it was that using one of my many accounts I posted information that a Sith had made his way into CIS space and had sequestered himself in a local graveyard getting up to Ragnos only knew what kind of devilry to the relevant bounty sites. I backed this up with both footage and flight data. It was extremely easy to collect as I was the Sith in question.
Now I waited my wings wrapped around my shoulders like a cloak. One clawed digit running across the the grooves in the greatsaber hilt. Tonight I would test my hand at exterminating one of my great enemy. No matter what happened it would doubtlessly prove educational.....
Cleru
Many would say that all Sith are either psychopathic or sociopathic to a degree. It's possible, and there are certainly practitioners of the dark side that fit that bill. But in the vast majority of circumstances I do genuinely care about sentient life. If a tragedy occurs in front of me I will feel sorrow. I shun the senseless violence that some tend to revel in for its own sake. This is at odds with a notion within me. That notion, nay principle is that all Mandalorians must be exterminated from the galaxy. All who swear themselves to such a creed sentenced to death by my hand. A total cultural genocide till nothing remains, save for bones and shades. But each culling requires a starting point, and tonight I had sworn to myself I would begin with a smaller step.
So it is that I'm sitting in the middle of a graveyard on the planet Krant. The place is old, filled with faded tombstones that have been overgrown with myriad creepers and vines. Krant's first moon Aereen hangs high in the sky waxing and gibbous. All around me the sounds of night echo, nocturnal birds , amphibians and insects make individual calls. In the distance a mournful howl resounds in the darkness. There were other sounds, touching the edge of my perception. Whispers as the 'other' inhabitants of the cemetery communed among each other, a susurration of psychic energy that was the voices of the dead. My presence had rouses the old shades to wakefulness, dragging them from the dreams of millennia. These were elder shades who had firmly fettered themselves to the graveyard to escape the damning pull of chaos.
For the moment I paid them no heed. Instead I casually examined a mechanical device in my fight forearm letting the moon's light shine off its metal surface. It was a greatsaber or as some knew it a light-club, one that I had picked up on Korriban. Truth be told I had little to no intention of using it in the following proceedings - I simply needed it as bait. Word was out on the holonet that certain individuals were paying a hefty sum for Sith lightsabers. What's more this had raised the interest of Mandalorians. In many ways I love the holonet ,for one thing it helped educate me after my deprived early years and secondly when using it no one can tell that you are a dragon. So it was that using one of my many accounts I posted information that a Sith had made his way into CIS space and had sequestered himself in a local graveyard getting up to Ragnos only knew what kind of devilry to the relevant bounty sites. I backed this up with both footage and flight data. It was extremely easy to collect as I was the Sith in question.
Now I waited my wings wrapped around my shoulders like a cloak. One clawed digit running across the the grooves in the greatsaber hilt. Tonight I would test my hand at exterminating one of my great enemy. No matter what happened it would doubtlessly prove educational.....
Cleru
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