Nwûl tash.Dzwol shâsotkun.Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.Wonoksh Qyâsik nun.
(The sith code in the ancient Sith language)
Floating in a kolto tank ...
I've been thinking.
I think a lot. This tends to come as a surprise to people who think most of my thought comes from simply reacting to whatever has been said at me. Mind you I suppose that's how most Sith think slaves think. The whole superiority c...
The heavy, pressurized blast doors slid open with a loud, mechanical noise that sent echoes into the seemingly inert vessel. A shadow moved in the dark beyond the door, a robed figure with armor painted black. Behind him, another followed. Soon enoug...
, order of the ghosts
, apparatus galaxia
Introduction (Recording #1)
*The holo-journal seems old, touched by decay and use. It's still powered, just enough to finish watching it, it seems. As you start playing it, a man appears. He has a beard grown out from the cybernetics that cover hi...
The Happy Bantha… As inconspicuous a name as any for a ship. Currently, the Happy Bantha, happily as its namesake implies, ferried Kraethas Nova around as part of her crew. Found by chance, marooned in one of the numerous less known Outer Rim world...
Six Knights of Zakuul descend from the ship, their strange saber-spears held perpendicular as they march. Two lines of three, their presumed head moving between their escort.
I await them at the end of the courtyard, arms resting behind my back. Rh...
I watch as my home burns.
Prisoner aboard the Destroyer, Darth Ance ensures I have the prime seat to watch. A holding cell with one wide window open to planet side. Troops swarm across the surface, rounding anyone they find. People dragged out from t...
As I had hoped, Jacenn does not waste time returning the plans back to me; barely a few weeks. Opening the files though, it's like one of my old Academy tutors had gotten their hands on it when I was first an apprentice. Red font, lines and sarcastic...
, Red Rose Syndicate
Liracen pinched the bridge of her nose in the vain hope it’d relieve some of the dull pressure building behind her eyes. She’d spent too many hours staring at holos, trying to discern more details about their destination from grainy satellite fee...
PROLOGUEFrom the moment in which I have written the first letter, I feel as if this was not my real I. And however here I am, starting a book that I don't know who will read. I don't know to how many people will inspire or even interest. I don't know...