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From the Grave
⁝⁝ Do not think Korriban does not know what is not its own. You are the aberration here; allow my presence shroud you. ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ Will it really? ⁝⁝, Osiris asked telepathically, partially in genuine curiosity, while in part disparagingly. ⁝⁝ The Dark Side is many things, but I'd imagine your own life's tale would be suffice to show it does not hold loyalties to anything ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ It is the way of the Sith to betray. The Dark Side's is to empower. It is the Force in its mastered state, subservient once bent to a sufficiently powerful will. The Dark Side is a servant, it needs only to recognize a master ⁝⁝
Even though his eyes were shut, Osiris could feel the Force as it stirred around like being at the eye of a storm. He'd felt the Dark Side before. He'd fallen before. But this was different, almost refined. A sharp and stifled inhalation followed as Osiris' eyes opened. He wasn't ready for acceptance of the Dark Side, not yet, at least. Perhaps he never would be. But he had what he needed. The Dark Side's presence around him intensified with the Sith spirit's power enveloping him, but the smothering and overbearing weight seemed to lift. He could focus more easily now, and his own presence would appear less occlus and more typical of another Sith, should he come into contact with a local resident.
The windstorm picked up, as what was tantamount to massive dust clouds migrated overhead. For the first time, Osiris was outright grateful for the mask he was wearing, rather than finding it a 'forced novelty'. All the same, it was not long until he could finally perceive disruptions in the wind. Clouds of dust particles clashing and bouncing against the surface of a structure... a massive structure. Long pillars gradually became visible through the evening light of the sun, and the peak of a pyramid was revealed at the center.
⁝⁝ Is this the part where you tell me where we are? After all, this is your world, not mine ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ There have always been many worlds of the Sith. Malachor was mine, not Korriban. But almost all Sith must walk the surface of one of the twin worlds in their training. Here, is Kheled-Zâram ⁝⁝
Osiris' eyes almost glazed momentarily as they shifted for the briefest of moments, and without thinking responded, ⁝⁝ The Temple of Strife ⁝⁝, he said, refocusing on the temple again. ⁝⁝ You've been here before. It... it even looks the same. ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ The temples of the Sith do not easily fall to time. That they still stand is no more remarkable than a star that still burns. ⁝⁝
Past the steps and through the entrance, Osiris entered into a chamber that was almost perfectly dark. Again.
⁝⁝ It's just like Malachor. I could use the Force to produce light, but that's never been my expertise. I don't know how effective it'd be or how long it'd last ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ Inefficient and impractical. Work through the shadows, not against them. Traces of light ebb everywhere, use it. Shave away the dark, pierce through the veil ⁝⁝
Closing his eyes again, Osiris allowed his mind and the spirit's to meld again. Their memories were already intertwined, but so too were their experiences. The masked man was already experienced in enhancing his senses with the Force, heightening or augmenting them to suffice his needs, he just needed a new... direction. Opening his eyes slowly, Osiris came to see a much brighter room. Still dark, but now he could see, as if it were a relatively dimly lit chamber, as opposed to a pit of pitch black darkness.
⁝⁝ Fascinating ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ Focus ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ Well, here we are. Now where? A holocron of some great Sith secrets? ⁝⁝
⁝⁝ Now, we travel down. Not to a place of secrets, but of knowledge. There are things you need to learn... and so do I ⁝⁝