In two fold, Maliphant held himself aloft as the air around him churned with pebbles and stones, things levitated for the sake of concentration as the Sith Lord known as Revan spoke on the teachings and history of The Sith; the addition of breath control keeping the youthful Sith well adjusted, having not taken a single breath for well over a few hours. His focus however, was not on either of these, though they did hold some measure of his concentration; No, instead they were focused on what Revan spoke, his tones masked by the symbol of his being, the mask that had created a symbol for generations of the galaxies well educated to fear.
“- two years after Malak’s defeat was I left with nightmares, visions of a time before myself.”, something Maliphant could relate to.
Between [member="Darth Vesper"] appearing before him to claim him some brother who had lost his way, to the fact Maliphant himself somehow controlled more force potential than he cared to admit. There were visions, flashes of times he never knew, often the harrowing venture of drugs or some other ill gotten maneuver, yet as he stood now he was in peak condition; only pulling him away from the credibility of the thoughts.
“I made my preparations, speaking to the likes of Canderous-”, the Sith Lord continued with his autobiography, many hours of this as he told the entire history of Revan, the entire history of one of the most prolific Sith Lords to ever grace the galaxy.
“It was through Lord Scourge that I first learned the depth of The Emperor, learned of his plan to invade the republic. He spoke in depth of what he knew-”
The objects the surrounded Maliphant took a few moment to speed up and slow down, only to find a constant between the two; as if for a moment his connection with them was weakening, tiring, that he needed to introduce some change to make himself comfortable once again. As they settled, so to did Maliphant, stuck amids the story with as much of his attention dedicated to memorizing the legend before him;
“After her death, I was left broken, tortured for centuries by Vitiate. However, as he attempted to use my for his own ends through a connection in The Force, I mirrored his efforts and did all I could to temper his aggression, slow the Sith’s plans to wage war on The Republic. It was during this great period I discovered everything I knew about him; learning many of his secrets. From the existence of his own holocron, to-”, he continued.
Though a word stuck out to Maliphant, ‘Holocron’, as it would be. Through Revan’s two way connection with the Emperor, he was able to learn even a smidgen of what made Vitiate so feared, so infamous in history to The Sith and The Galaxy as a whole. He who once sought godhood, now immortalized in whispers and legend; and all this before Maliphant now, at least the summary.
Still, just the mention made him understand what must come. He’d hire [member="Koda Fett"] as soon as he was done with this prolonged training session, and begin work on tracking the artifact down. Revan could only tell him so much, but it was Vitiate himself that could really satiate his curiosity.
As Maliphant thought for a moment, his control on the objects faltered, some bumping into each other as he suddenly struggled to stay afloat and maintain his breath control; inciting a quick verbal lashing from his newly appointed teacher,
“Again! Do not lose yourself to your thoughts, always be aware. Once more…”, Revan said with considerable venom before he continued onwards with his tales.