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revivalproject2020-06-03 06:23 pm
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 06:23 pm
Peace Is a Lie
WHO: Altair Kallig & Open
WHERE: Altair's Calibration Room
WHAT: Strangely enough, he's gotten to explore his own headspace before... This time it's worse.
WHEN: During the Calibration event!
WARNINGS: Abuse, torture, violence, death, betrayal, xenophobia, mass-death, cults, murder... Will add if anything else pops up.
It appears to be a tomb of some sort. It's dusty and dark and the air feels hard to breathe in, like the room's been sealed off for centuries.
While there are several sarcophagi, there it one that is open. Inside it, there is a holocron, a mask, an upright cup full of suspicious liquid, and a dualsaber. And while those are perhaps the items that stick out the most, there are several other things that might look just as interesting if one looks around.
A broken bottle lays shattered in a corner, glinting in the light of the torches on the wall, a bit of blood smeared on the shards of glass. On a shelf full of human bones lays a crude embroidery, some bloodied bandages, and a doll of some kind of monster.
On the floor beneath the shelf, a blaster pistol lays partially hidden beneath some rubble.
Glancing around, more bizarre or downright frightening items can be found- there's a broken holding cell, a glowing vial of some sort of chemical, a computer chip, golden robes, a pair of broken puppets, a goat-like doll, a empty chemical canister of some kind, an idol that looks like a bird another mask, a glowing purple crystal, and also a planetary status monitor of some kind.
On the far side of the room, there's a throne. Compared to everything else, it seems rather new. Scattered around the throne lays more items- a broken droid, a broken sniper rifle, a broken headband commonly worn by Twi'lek women, and a crown.
Behind the throne, should anyone care to look, there is a torn Ascendancy banner.
Altair himself was off in a corner, examining some trinkets.
WHERE: Altair's Calibration Room
WHAT: Strangely enough, he's gotten to explore his own headspace before... This time it's worse.
WHEN: During the Calibration event!
WARNINGS: Abuse, torture, violence, death, betrayal, xenophobia, mass-death, cults, murder... Will add if anything else pops up.
It appears to be a tomb of some sort. It's dusty and dark and the air feels hard to breathe in, like the room's been sealed off for centuries.
While there are several sarcophagi, there it one that is open. Inside it, there is a holocron, a mask, an upright cup full of suspicious liquid, and a dualsaber. And while those are perhaps the items that stick out the most, there are several other things that might look just as interesting if one looks around.
A broken bottle lays shattered in a corner, glinting in the light of the torches on the wall, a bit of blood smeared on the shards of glass. On a shelf full of human bones lays a crude embroidery, some bloodied bandages, and a doll of some kind of monster.
On the floor beneath the shelf, a blaster pistol lays partially hidden beneath some rubble.
Glancing around, more bizarre or downright frightening items can be found- there's a broken holding cell, a glowing vial of some sort of chemical, a computer chip, golden robes, a pair of broken puppets, a goat-like doll, a empty chemical canister of some kind, an idol that looks like a bird another mask, a glowing purple crystal, and also a planetary status monitor of some kind.
On the far side of the room, there's a throne. Compared to everything else, it seems rather new. Scattered around the throne lays more items- a broken droid, a broken sniper rifle, a broken headband commonly worn by Twi'lek women, and a crown.
Behind the throne, should anyone care to look, there is a torn Ascendancy banner.
Altair himself was off in a corner, examining some trinkets.
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Not that he took any delight in killing Thanaton. He'd respected him. But he hadn't exactly been given a choice, either. It was kill him or die himself.
"He succeeded once. I only survived due to the ghosts I had with me, because he didn't understand my bond with the dead. And once he figured out I survived, he made it his mission in life to try and finish me off. He killed my apprentices. Hounded me and my crew across the galaxy. And he sabotaged the war effort, sacrificed our people, to try and squash a single person."
Things had been chaotic to say the least.
"Not because of something I'd done- but because of my first master, Zash. He hated her. And he wanted to purge all that had belonged to her- that included me- because he saw her, and me, as a rot eating away at the Sith Order."
Zash, admittedly, had been just that. But Altair had been willing to be loyal to Thanaton, up until he tried to kill him, up until he killed his people.
"It's a good memory because when Thanaton lost to me, and Mortis recognized my right to take Thanaton's seat on the Council, I was given a way to protect my people. Protect the Empire. And try to change it for the better."
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Because all he can tell from what he saw was that Sith weren't nice. Which didn't follow for him because CLEARLY Altair was a great guy. The man had, despite leaving the hospital, healed him. Helped him deal with his arm.
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They truly were. There were as many different Sith philosophies as there were Sith, and everyone did things just a little different.
"My master- while I hope she's rotting in the Void- was a true example of what a Sith is. Cunning, intelligent."
He had to admit that much about Zash, however much she had broken him in a way none had done before or since.
"Thanaton just didn't like her, because she wasn't as into tradition as he was. And because he hated her..."
He didn't think he needed to explain that one. Because he hated Zash, he wanted Altair dead too, for being Zash's apprentice.
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"Yeah, sometimes guilt by association happens. It blows. A lot. I'm sorry that you were put through that shit, though.
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That was why it was a good memory. He regretted having to fight Thanaton. He would have wanted him to live, had it been up to him.
But he couldn't grieve when it had been a good thing. He could only move on.
"Ravage continued to be an pain in the ass even after I joined though. Ranting and raving like a madman, getting more shrill the angrier he got..."
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"Ravage? That's a horrible name."
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Altair had always thought that Darth Whine would have been more fitting, given that it was the only thing the man was capable of. Whined during his fight with Thanaton, whined during Malgus' betrayal and sat quaking in a bunker rather than put on his big boy pants and fight like Altair had done, and whined some more later on, too.
"He headed the Sphere of Expansion and Diplomacy, but the only way he could think to do it was by enslaving people. It was, quite honestly, a pain to clean up after Ravage's many messes."
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Not that Altair and Marr had let him do as he pleased. Altair had been very clear to Marr that he was the only one he needed to trust- and that the two of them together could press the rest of the Council into line. And they'd achieved much success that way.
"I'd do a better job than him, really. I'd do it better than him after being the center of attention at ten parties, and with both hands tied behind my back."
That was an attempt at humor.
"Still all the rage, you know, even if I have gotten old."
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"Yeah, we both know you're the party guy. Should I call you Darth Partier?"