Private King of Jesters and Jester of Kings / The Diarchy

[Tashsi Qsa]

TARIS
Kakus Residency, years ago.
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While in retrospective the Anzati's serfdom to Lord Kakus was brief -merely twenty years, which is an instant for his species-, it seemed to take an eternity. The Jester's potencial, locked by a trickster less deserving than him. And yet, with time, he grew to not hate the figure he forcedly served. For a human, he was wise, even if heavily misguided in his vision of the dark side. So soon, the High Chancellor felt, knew the death of Lord Kakus was coming, not as a wish, more like a vision of a future nearer than expected. After the commemoration of the Lord's 60th anniversary in the Kakus Residency, of which the Anzati was nowhere near at the time, Tashsi finally appeared from a shadow at eventide, behind Kakus. His children were growing fast, and no doubt they would dry out and die as fast as their father. It was every human's destiny, death. Such fascinating species: with so little time, they thrive to do so much. Too much for their tiny hands to hold. That was the reason for their extensive presence throghout galactic history, Chancellor Qsar thinks. Too much passion and so much ambition, so much life for so little time. It was a honour to see that, even if forced to. Slowly approaching the human Kakus, the Anzati whispered, calmly: "It's coming. Can you feel it?"

The Chancellor chose to wait for an answer, before getting further into the inquiry he was certain would leave Kakus much to think about: "Was it worth it? Creating this grand, excessive plan. Imprisoning me. Denying chaos, embracing order. Do you think it will, finally, work?"

 

[Tales of the Diarchy]

The Father

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Location: Taris | Residence of Lord Kakus
Tags: Tashsi Qsa

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It had been his birthday, a fine occasion and one Kakus had not expected to see. Sixty years, more than a third of it in exile from the Sith Order, training his sons and laying the foundation of a great and noble plan.

He was lost in thought for a moment, but, so used to the Anzat's ways after twenty years, he was not surprised to hear Tashsi's voice.

"I've felt it for some time Qsa, it is coming. I do not know what form it will take, but I am prepared."

The next question gave the Dark Lord pause. "Was it worth it?" he thought to his young grand daughters, to his sons and their future. To the galaxy at large, and the bloody revolution their movement would bring. He thought specifically to Diarch Rellik , his younger son had ever been his shadow, learning all he could. What he felt was coming, would harm the young man deeply.

"It was worth it Qsa, my sons will see this grand plan through. You may call it excessive, but, if they hold true, the galaxy will be changed for it... as for imprisoning you, that I did to show that even a lowly human, such as myself, can impose order on the very embodiment of chaos that is the great Tashsi Qsa. And ensuring that you will continue to be an agent of order, long after what I have foreseen comes to pass"


The whole time they had been talking Lord Kakus had not turned to look at the other being, his mind was running, filing what still needed to be done.