December 2012
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That went better than expected.
I decided to decorate my Master’s ship for all of that Life Day nonsense.
It’s put him on edge. I suspect he figures it’s a prelude to something lethal or violent.
That, of course, means that I’ve done it right.
I can’t believe he never changed the access codes. I also can’t believe he sits there and listens to me talk about synthweaving for hours;...
November 2012
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Minor details.
I was quietly (that being at my own request) given the title of Darth some weeks back.
I do not like to brag, and certainly have no intentions of putting on a big production about it, but it is somewhat nice to not have to take any idiocy from—well, nearly anyone now.
While I do know that it shouldn’t bother me as much as it does, I dislike people insisting that Rutian Twi’lek...
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Uppity Little Twi'lek.
I met one of Lord Ixor’semo’s friends a couple of nights back.
Uncultured, tattooed, loud, probably uneducated Lethan man.
What a shame he ruined his looks with those gaudy, uneven looking tattoos; you’d think someone with such a desirable skin pigment would be less prone to wanting to mar it with drawings. Perhaps he believes it will make him less desirable to slavers, or...
September 2012
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Fancy that.
Augmentation kits seem to have made me rather wealthy, not to mention selling a near closet-fully of gaudy, ugly violet robes.
It’s almost a pity that I’ve got nothing to spend it on. Now that I’ve said, that, of course, I’d be willing to bet that the hyperdrive on my ship blows out or something else equally expensive falls into my lap in the form of an invoice.
Somewhat...
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Somewhat unexpected.
I seem to have a female admirer of sorts.
She’s rather intimidating; large Pureblood woman.
Evidently, I’m enough of a gentleman and reasonably decent looking. I can’t argue with that, though I just consider the former basic social skills.
She had asked to catch up, as we hadn’t spoken in some time. We ended up at the Nexus Room cantina, and ran into a few people we...
August 2012
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Benefits of being the "quiet one".
In one sense, I could say I’ve picked it up from my Master, but that would be just a bit of a lie.
Quiet observer has always been where I end up, it’s how I grew up, how I got through the Academy, and how I function as a Sith.
I am always simply there, and usually unnoticed or discounted.
Even that woman who is continually sniffing around my Master’s agent hasn’t seemed...
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Hm.
Lord Setekh asked me if I knew my Master well.
He followed that up with, “I’m curious, should there be trouble between some under Darth Arannek…your Master strikes me as the type to stay out of it mostly, yes?”
This doesn’t bode well.
Time to fall back into the background and watch.
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In the past week, via my Master, I have learned the following things:
Imperial Intelligence is staffed by idiots who can’t do anything without someone cracking a whip.
Etisacaar should, by all rights, be executed.
But he’d rather extend the man’s misery by forcing him to go through the trials on Korriban again.
…and maybe keep him there or on a tight leash afterward.
...
July 2012
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The only benefit of my Master using me as a sounding board for complaints is that I know just about as much about what’s going on in his life and the lives of those around him as he does.
It’s starting to make me feel like the normal apprentice—though I have been a Lord now for some time.
I don’t know what he’s going to do with that supposed Jedi he had that Agent...
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I am not, perhaps, the most outwardly stereotypical of Sith. I’m slow to anger, much to my Master’s dismay. I rarely raise my voice unless it’s necessary to actually be heard. I tend to be quiet, sociable, and generally friendly. That suits me just fine, most Sith that I’ve met saunter about coming off as idiots anyway, using nothing more than the—it’s not even...
June 2012
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Nothing to report, really.
That Jedi woman has been impossible to contact lately; I’ve assigned Tholgeth’s pet Agent to duck undercover and try to sniff her out, not that I see anything happening with that any time soon.
He’s gone all starry-eyed over Tholgeth and, apparently, over Tholgeth’s crude little Twi’lek apprentice.
Could be that she’s dead, the...
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I met with Geviana.
Had to take an awful little borrowed ship; wouldn’t do to show up in the well maintained Interceptor that I have.
I drew on behaviors and mannerisms that were useful during my time as a slave to avoid the wrath of whoever was in charge at the moment. She seems to have bought it.
The meeting itself was uneventful and short; she gave me a comm unit to keep in touch.
...
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Act I
(( This is the beginning of a plot arc that I’m involved in; part of which includes Taz’hezyst messes with a Jedi’s head just because he can via “wanting to defect”. Gevi likes to torture her characters, apparently.))
The asteroid was barren, like most asteroids were ought to be, minus a rather gaudy-green painted defender-class corvette that sat near a crafter in...
May 2012
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I’ve decided to try my hand at a deception and subtle games beyond needling that big idiot, Tholgeth.
After discussing the matter at length with my Master, I’ve decided that my initial target is appropriate.
One of those Corellian Jedi; they appear to be a bit more volatile than the regular sort. She is back on Corellia, which is convenient as I am there working to undo what her...
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Oh. Brilliant.
Most of Corellia is under either enforced or unintional comm silence. I finally get to an area that makes communication possible, and the first thing I see is that bitchy old Sith going on about how his precious apprentices have fallen out of contact.
I’m sure he’s just baiting me us. If he doesn’t know where we all are, he’s an idiot, or he thinks we’re idiots. My...
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The Friendly Sith.
It’s taken ages, but I suspect my Master has finally figured out that what he viewed as a flaw in my personality or thought process is an asset more than anything.
I am…sociable.
Kind, even. Disarmingly charming. Friendly, social, affable, adaptable. I had to learn to portray all of these things accurately while growing up. It was expected of the slaves to be presentable both...
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Voss, Voss, Voss.
I quite like this planet.
There are so many archaeological dig sites that are, for whatever reason, avoided or ignored by the Voss but open to anyone who can get the Gormak (or the Republic) out of the way.
I have no issues with getting those things out of my way.
The history here is amazing, though some of it seems to be a bit damning to the Empire’s chances on this planet; I should...
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(( Cleaned up RP log between Taz’hezyst and sober!Dytelo. ))
Dytelo trudged into the Voss-ka cantina with a cold glare in his eye. As he entered, he spied is old friend Taz’hezyst. “I’m dry sober and you invite me to a CANTINA?!”
“Did I say we’d -stay- in the cantina?” Taz’hezyst smiled, shrugging idly “It was the only place,...
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Tholgeth is excellent at reminding me as to why I dislike spending time around him.
He’s arrogant, stupid, and rude.
The only redeeming feature I see in him is that he makes an excellent—the term I heard used for his type on Nar Shaddaa—meat shield.
He can take a hit, and my own skill with the Force makes it effortless to keep him alive and generally not bleeding.
Jude has,...
April 2012
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I’m not entirely sure what happened between my Master and Tholgeth, but my Master showed up to the ship in one hell of a state. I’ve never seen him limp before. Says that was just from kicking Tholgeth’s armor in a small fit of pique.
Seems like a stupid thing to do, considering the type of boots that he wears, but—
His voice was off. Harsher than it usually is....
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Oh, brilliant.
Some of these backwater planets need to be hooked up to the INN. It might have been nice to know that there was a plague on before taking a shuttle back to the Fleet. It’s just as well, I figured something was up when every medical droid I spoke with suddenly had a “Rakghoul Vaccine” in inventory.
I’m used to seeing cures for womp rat fever, even off of...
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(( This is a cleaned up RP log that has been reposted with permission from Dytelo’s player. It may be further edited as I notice things that need editing. ))
“Don’t look at me, apprentice.” Taz’hezyst could feel Bi’ev’s smirk more than see it, “You’re the one who gave the casual mention of feeling sorry for Greaves’ toy, not me, and you...
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I don't even know where to begin.
It’s been an exceptional night.
First, I met the kid (probably shouldn’t call him a kid, I don’t think he’s that much younger than I am) who posted that disturbing hoload; turns out it was just a very odd coincidence. He was looking for, essentially, the same Twi’lek slave he’d had growing up. I just happen to be very similar to him in terms of looks. We spoke...
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It's still disconcerting.
My Master finds it funny, of course. He would. Anything that he thinks will put me back in what he believes “my place” is is something he finds amusing.
While browsing holonet ads yesterday, I came across a rather distasteful ad from the apprentice of an equally distasteful Darth (Greaves, I think it was.) looking for a domestic slave. That, in and of itself, isn’t unusual or...
