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[Soldane Talon]

Jutrand Imperial Academy​

Classroom 433 - 'Sith Philosophy & History'​

902 ABY​

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It had been a tumultuous few weeks since the beginning of the school year, from the ranking ceremony, to the Firsts raid on the Fifth in their barracks, to the still trickling in news of the Alliance's preemptive invasion of Sluis Van. The school and its students was abuzz with news from the war front, and some of the students had even been sent out on lessons during these key battles - a careful few coming home with stories of blood and smoke, both defeats and victories alike. All of this, despite its grandoise nature, did not stem the tide of book work the Academy had begun to force upon the students.​

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Amidst a grueling regime of fitness for every Cohort, there was mountains of books, treatises, and tomes from millenia ago the students had been tasked with differentiating and understanding to their core. Works like 'Treatise on Coruscant Economics Amidst Rakghoul Plague Spikes', to more boring 'Doctrines on Sith Agricultural Policy, A Response to Otho Cos', there were given such a monumental task that many had found themselves fraying at the seems. The Fifth chief among them, was forced to utilize the public libraries, study under candle light, and be refused any secondary tutoring by the staff, but the others had it much better.

The Fourth had been given private study rooms, the Third the guidance of teachers, the Second were given private libraries and dedicated tutors to assist them, but it was the First who had been smothered in multiple tutors Empire Renowned for their skill. The last had even earned private fencing lessons to master the blades they were allowed to carry on their hips. It had made for a grueling disparity between the levels of preparedness in the Students, made only more clear by the state of their various classes.​

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Today, however, was to be one of the many collective classes. These were given outside of the individual Cohorts own teachings, who had different teachers, different classrooms, and the resources befitting their Cohort. Each collective class allowed all those not buried in work to get extra curricular practice in the various subjects the Academy taught - a Class to fill up even more of their little free time. Today, they had been guided to this classroom in the Second Cohorts area of the academy, a library who had only been seen by them and the First.​

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It was a small taste for the lower Cohorts, a reminder that they lived only a few spectacular moments away from opulence. It was one of the many reminders that they didn't yet deserve such things. Many, in spite of this, came simply to experience the glory of one of the greatest libraries in the Order, if only for a few hours before they were removed. Thus, many joined the class on 'An Introduction to Sith Philosophy and History', a class on top of the others to help reinforce a general baseline between the students.​

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"Welcome, please find a seat at one of the tables.", Darth Vil said with a sharp snap of a metal rod against the edge of an ornate iron-wood table. The rod was something she had been known to carry, to both punish the lower cohorts, and to help emphasize her various points during lectures. Many had assumed she carried it around solely for the purpose of beating Fifth's, but nobody had been able to prove it just yet, its only evidence the large straight bruising across many of their shoulders, arms, and backs.​

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"Today we will be covering general Sith philosophy and its implications. Many of you have read deeply into the subject of Darth Bane, some a deeper understanding of Darth Sidious, or Darth Traya. A few of you have even read up on the philosophising of Darth Revan or Nihilus. We will cover a variety of them today, but it is important for you as a young student to see them for both tangible paths you could follow, but as a foundation for all that you learn. It is the application of your techniques, your learning, and your eventual power through the context of your philosophy, so that you might benefit the Sith as a whole through the thoughts and actions of the sole, you.", she said, tapping the metal rod against her palm as she spoke.​

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"One by one, stand up and say your name, then declare yourself under one of the Sith philosophers you have read. I would have us have an open conversation about the beliefs we have been brought into... and perhaps some foundations may even change today.", she said lower than the rest.​

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With a point of the rod towards the first student, they began, going through the various tables and each of the students in turn.​

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Rank: Fifth
Tags: OPEN

Marcus dwarfed the desk he had sunk into, a giant hunched over his homework. He kept his head down, fiddling with the ring on his left hand. It was a new piece, fresh from the forge, crafted from magnificent red dolovite. He had done the elaborate runic engravings himself, whispering dark magic into the band of metal.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched the waving of Vil's metal rod, every thwack as it struck her palm making the bruises on his back sting anew. Hit me again, witch, he thought, his mind preoccupied with daydreams about snatching the rod from her hand and cold clocking her in the face with his fist. Turn to the camera, grin. "Class dismissed." Everyone claps.

But he didn't act on his fantasy, of course. He didn't want another tedious confrontation with the teacher, one he was sure to lose. So he forced himself to pay attention.

"One by one, stand up and say your name, then declare yourself under one of the Sith philosophers you have read. I would have us have an open conversation about the beliefs we have been brought into... and perhaps some foundations may even change today."

Because he had chosen a chair at the end of the first row, her rod jabbed toward him first. With a sigh, Marcus rose to his feet, stretching his aching shoulders.

"Marcus Dinn," he began, as instructed. "I pick Traya. I'm not afraid to betray my ideals to accomplish my goals."

 

[Firrerreo]

One by one. Firrerreo glanced about the room as others spoke. Or well, other. He focused on Marcus, listening to what he had to say. Treya was a good pick in that regard, but in a way all the Sith were, weren't they? They all added so much, and yet, all fell short and eventually failed. He waited for a couple more before he'd stand himself.

"Firrerreo. I pick none."

He'd been tutored on them all, of course, but it didn't change his mind on his opinion. He took his seat, letting others speak up in his place.

Marcus Dinn | Soldane Talon

 

[Karok]

Marcus Dinn mentioned Traya.
Whoever the kark that was.

Firrerreo mentioned... no one.
I secretly hoped the little womp rat would be punished for that, but I knew it was unlikely. After the raid on the 5th barracks, it was I who was punished and tortured below the academy. Me and many others.

Karok shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the rod pointed at him, signaling it was his turn to speak. His molten eyes flickered, scanning the room as the other students turned to face him. They expected something from him a name, a philosopher, a connection to all the grand history these students clung to. But Karok had nothing. He hadn't grown up in that environment or studied under a learned master. His education came from the blood sweat and tears of a gladiator's cage, fighting for survival in the arenas under Hutt rule. A slave. He wasn't going to admit that, though. He wasn't going to show weakness.

His jaw clenched as he stood, feeling the weight of their eyes. In truth, Karok had no idea what Sith philosophers were important. He didn't care about dead men of the past. But as the silence stretched on, he knew he couldn't just stand there without saying something. Something... anything. He racked his brain, desperate not to look like a fool in front of these pampered whelps. His teeth grit hard in thought.

And then, like a whisper at the edge of his mind, he remembered a name he'd heard recently. A name that had been circulating among the 5th cohort recently. A name spoken with quiet reverence, curiosity and eagerness particularly among those who were struggling, like him. Darth Assimilus . That Sith Lord who offered more than just studious teachings—he gave knowledge, power, and augmentation to those who came to his temple or so he promised. Karok didn't know much more than that, but it was better than admitting his ignorance. And besides the idea of side stepping all this boring shab for instant satisfaction and results seemed more than logical to him.

"Karok," he said, his voice a low rumble that dragged out. He paused, eyes narrowing as if thinking deeply and then opening with a cocky smirk. "Darth Assimilus."

Soldane Talon

 

[Eira Dyn]

Rank: Fifth Cohort
Attire: Academy Robes
Tag: Soldane Talon | Marcus Dinn | Firrerreo | Karok

Eira had been studying furiously, making notes with paper and ink of the many books that they were forced to read, using the limited time available at the public library best she could to condense and comprehend the knowledge within the books. Using her notes to then read in her own time and go over the important dates, references and information. It was her way of studying longer than the allotted time that the fifth cohort was meant to be given. It also meant that she was sleeping far fewer hours than many of her fellow students.

However, she wasn't showing any suffering for the lack of sleep. Her ambitions and desires were keeping her fresh and focused on the task at hand.

Attending the class today had given Eira a chance to see what was on offer that she was to expect. What she could dream of achieving when given her chance to rise in the ranks. She observed the library and took in all the luxuries that were on display, she was curious to see what books would be available here that she would not be able to locate in the public library that she had been afforded. What could be garnered in knowledge that she was currently missing out on.

Listening to the instructor, she thought on the philosophies and the varying Sith over the years, there was the One Sith that was considered to be fairly effective, there was also ancient Sith beliefs such as Naga Sadow. However, the history of the Sith was littered with failings and downfalls, but there was one thought, one person that she did not think failed in the way that other Sith had, one that achieved success where many had found failure.

"Eira Dyn," she rose to her feet and announced her name as it was her turn, "Darth Sidious. He created the first Galactic Empire, turned the Jedi's greatest weapon and prophesised chosen one and turned him into a Sith Lord. His plan worked so perfectly that he was able to achieve it while standing in the same room as the greatest Jedi of their time stood in front of him unaware he was their enemy. He utilised his philosophy so well that thousands of Jedi became a handful in a single move."

If any of the Sith could achieve that some day, there would be a chance that they could take it a single step forward and ensure that there was never going to be the return of the Jedi.

 

[Marcus Dinn]

"Darth Assimilus."

Having started to zone out after one jackass in Fifth refused to pick any philosopher, Marcus was caught totally off guard by Darth Assimilius' name. He let out a short-lived wheeze of immature laughter, and knew even as he stifled himself a second later that he had probably just earned himself another strike of her rod.

Eira Dyn went next, naming Sidious as her choice. "He was also defeated by a lone Jedi," Marcus muttered. "His philosophy worked for a couple decades, but he either got sloppy or didn't see the flaws in his grand plan."

Karok Eira Dyn​

 

[Irina Jesart]

Irina had her head down, the shiv she'd stolen from another student scratching symbols into the top of her wooden desk as she kept one ear on the conversation, her eyes rolling at some of the responses. She had no real interest in the philosphy of Sith Lords that were long dead and gone.

There had been a subtle shift is Irina's behaviour in the last couple fo weeks as the news of her father's death settled into reality. She seemed colder, less interested in ingratiating herself with other students. She had Aerik Lechner on her side and for now that was enough.

She felt, rather than saw Darth Vil's gaze upon her, signalling her turn to speak up and blew a sigh out of her nose. "There are lessons to be learned from all of them, so why pick just one?" she said without looking up, the shive scratching a little deeper. "Sidious taught us that the Jedi are easily blinded by their own arrogance, but he also became a victim of his own hubris ruling so long without challenge. Bain's rule of two worked just fine for the time, but its hardly something that can be trully applied to now when clearly there are more of us, unless you break it down to the core belief that the apprentice should always defeat and surpass the Master. Traya teaches us that the struggles we face in life are what give us strength, and we must face them alone in order to gain that strength, but as an order of hundreds of sith, how is such thing possible now?"

She lifted the blade from the wood and blew the shavings away, finally lifting her head to look up at Vil. "All of them have merit, none of them can truly be appplied to the way we live now. If we want to truly understand the philisophy of the here and now, we should be looking at those that lead us now. Empyrean, Carnifex, Marr, Raaf, Talon, Lechner. These are the names of the Sith who lead us now. These are the people whose philosophies we should be seeking to understand. Not those who are dead and gone."

Soldane Talon Marcus Dinn Firrerreo Eira Dyn Karok

 

[Aerik Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Soldane Talon | Marcus Dinn | Firrerreo | Karok | Eira Dyn | Irina Jesart

Philosophy was a subject which was meant to answer one ultimate question. What is the purpose of life? Does it have meaning? Many different answers and ideas flowed from man’s pursuit of the vague inquiry. Those which clung to the force searched for the answer within the cosmic power, but still did not come to a singular view. As it had been mentioned by the professor of the class, even the Sith held different views of what it meant to be Sith.

It was an exhausting academic question, but one which forced the individual to think.

Some in the class were quick to declare their foundational viewpoints with confidence, while others had been just as quick to dismiss the notion that any one philosophy was correct. Aerik wondered if it was simply to be contrary, to show the instructors they did not have to do as instructed. It annoyed the young Lechner. The challenge from those so young was born of an arrogant ignorance. There was something which Aerik understood however.

None of them were the most powerful in the room… yet.

His eyes darted about the room, landing on each of the other students for a moment. Some of them he had not seen since the celebration where they were assigned their cohort. There were only three in the room he could consider close. His siblings would always be among them. Vyra and Kole were family. Irina Jesart was a new friend. She had followed him one night when they were both supposed to have been in their dormitory, and recently Aerik had been with her when the news of her father’s death came.

She had grown colder since, and the pup was not sure if he liked it. Aerik understood it, but something about it made her detached. Even as she gave her answer there was a distance she projected with it. He liked her answer, but it forced an issue no one seemed to suggest.

“They all fell,” Aerik directed his words at Marcus Dinn before addressing the professor.

“Aerik Lechner, Darth Vectivus was raised under the Banite rule of two, and yet somehow he remained disciplined enough to avoid the trap of hubris and pride which all others mentioned fell into. He served the dark side, mastered its use, but died in his own home, asleep in his own bed. Those who refuse to learn from history are doomed to repeat its mistakes, and it seems many whom we look to for our philosophy did not learn that arrogance and pride is the one chain many Sith do not find the strength to break.”

“Darth Carnifex summarizes what it means to be Sith in one phrase. A Sith does because they can. It is why the academy is designed how it is, is it not? To see if those in the first cohort will repeat the mistakes of history and allow the opulence they are offered to weaken them, and to see if someone in the fifth will pull themself out of the muck and mire? A Sith deserves what they can take, but they also deserve what they can keep. Vectivus understood this.”

 

[Marcus Dinn]

“They all fell.”

"Everyone falls," Marcus shot back. "When all that's left is the fall, how you do it matters."

The sound of Irina scratching on her desk was grating on his nerves. So were the ice cold takes of his peers. Did they think they were being clever by refusing to declare a specific philosopher? Did they think they were unique when three of them gave the same fething answer?

"Traya teaches us that the struggles we face in life are what give us strength, and we must face them alone in order to gain that strength, but as an order of hundreds of Sith, how is such thing possible now?"

By killing everyone else until only the best remains, Marcus longed to retort. But he sensed such a sentiment wouldn't go over well with anyone here, including the instructor. Despite the implicit individualism of Sith philosophy, they were promoting the idea of an army of equals. That the students who made it to graduation would be rewarded with seats at the table rather than, at most, the scraps of should've-been-killed-off-yesterday zombie lords' feasting. He didn't believe that for one fething second.

The only way any of them could make it was if the old guard was destroyed. But Carnifex wouldn't die, Empyrean wouldn't die, and whoever else was out there waiting to spring back into the limelight wouldn't die. The young were more likely to be slain, devoured or "disappeared". It had happened to his parents' generation, and it would happen to his too. It made him furious to think that he was wasting his time here, fighting to reach the top of the heap only to be cut down by some crusty old lich bastard who didn't know how to end their story on a high note.

Yet he didn't leave. He stayed. He listened to the lessons, studied by candlelight, and played their stupid games. Not because he enjoyed it, but because he was locked in. He was determined to find a way to win the unwinnable game.

His bruised face split in a grinning sneer as he declared, "Real Trayan philosophy has never been tried."

Aerik Lechner Irina Jesart​

 

[Soldane Talon]

Tag | Marcus Dinn // Aerik Lechner // Irina Jesart // Eira Dyn // Karok // Firrerreo​

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Many had spoken their peace, many had simply refused to declare themselves one way or another. Firrerreo had been direct in his hubris, in so far that nothing aligned with him. The others played politics, danced around the idea that all were valid in their own ways, but a few declared themselves directly. Vectivus, Assimilus, Traya, but Soldane was unsure what he believed in totality.​

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He was unsure.​

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He had been brought up to believe in the way of Darth Carnifex , in that the Will was all that mattered. A Sith was defined by power alone, and in that power they held the right to do whatever it was they wished, endlessly and eternally. If it meant living on, then they would do so in spite of death, as his own Father had done, as his Haru had done. He knew well from his readings many disdained them for this, they found it profane to live beyond what the Code demanded.​

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It was in death that the Sith grew stronger, concurrently growing upon the strength of the old by surpassing them. Yet, that philosophy had seemed to falter in this generation - why had so many not been able to overcome what was? From Varanin and Carnifex, to Solipsis and Empyrean, all were from older generations, each a monumental figure in their own times and now. Those who blamed them for their status, however, seemed so short sighted by his measure.​

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If the new Sith were stronger, were capable, why didn't they just supplant them? What stopped them? Petulantly, they blamed eternal life, but Soldane knew it for what it was. They were powerless, victims of other's success, and that resentment wouldn't fuel their strength like they thought. With this in mind, he stood and declared himself;​

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"I'm Rivan Dreadmoor. I follow the teachings of Darth Carnifex ."​

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"It is Power alone that defines a Sith. It is not the succession of strength, but the barrier of it that provides the Sith with greater endowment against it's enemies. Darth Revan and Darth Bane had thought themselves strong for passing on their strength, Bane in the form of his false Dyad, but the reality is that they all failed. The only thing that matters is overcoming those who stand in our way, so that the Galaxy is defined by our will."​

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"The only thing that matters is our will, and our ability to use it against others."​

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And then he sat.​

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Darth Vil had allowed each to speak, each to find their place or not, and idly tapped her metal rod against her palm as each moved through the paces. Some thought themselves clever, or perhaps all did in some way or another, but there was no true 'wrong' answer here. Some allowed themselves the gratification of charting their own path, others appeased to the successes of their chosen philosopher, some plainly said that nothing mattered but their goals, or their power, or their will.​

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"It doesn't truly matter who you believe in.", she said with a trill tone, like a songbird missing half its vocal cords, or a debarked dog hissing.​

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"What matters is the framing. How you apply the Force, your Strength, your Power, or you Freedom comes from what you believe in. For now, it may seem like a mundane affair, that to be beholden to an ideology means nothing. You would be wrong."​

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"In your advanced classes, you will learn that it is your impressions that define your ability. Darth Empyrean wrote a treaty on surviving Force Light, done through his application of Will and individualistic understanding of his place in the Galaxy. Taeli Raaf has allowed her machinations to twist life itself in her goals to understand the very meaning of reality, while Darth Carnifex has ascended into the understanding that all is subject to his Will, and it has been applied viscously in combat."​

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"Yet beyond that, it is through the lense of philosophy one can understand how history has transpired. You three...", he said, snapping the metal rod along the table of Marcus Dinn , Irina Jesart , and Karok . "Debate the Fall of the Tenth Sith Empire through the lenses of your beliefs. What led to its failings? How could they have overcome their inevitable defeat?", she asked.​

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" Aerik Lechner and Eira Dyn , debate the merit of Darth Bane's Rule of Two - and how it succeeded or failed in your eyes. What came of it, truly?"​

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" Soldane Talon and Firrerreo , create a dialogue on the Eternalist Doctrine of the Sith'ari Spirit. Do you believe it has merit, or do you believe the Sepulchral are misaligned in their views?"​

 

[Eira Dyn]

Rank: Fifth Cohort
Attire: Academy Robes
Tag: Soldane Talon | Aerik Lechner | Marcus Dinn | Karok | Firrerreo | Irina Jesart

Her words had sparked a debate. Eira considered responding but also did not wish to talk over others and derail the class, that would likely draw the ire of the lecturer and with that ire came punishments. She was given no leniencies that other cohorts were provided. Instead, she remained silent, just thinking to herself about the fact that while every Sith leader had died and in some fashion failed, it was the impact they had on the galaxy that mattered. Each of the Sith mentioned had contributed something and attempted something that could be seen as impressive. They had also ensured that the Jedi were not a force left unchecked which was important. At least in her mind.

Though one was mentioned she did not know of. A Lord Vectivus who lived their life to completion and then died. But that had Eira confused.

Who did people remember most in history? Was it those who waited for death to take them and lived unimportant lives, or was it those who dared to be bold? Those who dared to risk their lives and make a change in the galaxy? Eira knew she couldn't live a simple life, one where she lived out of sight and died quote unquote peacefully. It was a farce and it was not what the Sith were meant to achieve. As far as she had understood what it meant to be Sith, living a mundane life was to accept that the Jedi had won. That they could not fight back and to let the Jedi rule with their arrogance and ignorance for others.

That was a path that Eira could not follow.

Someone mentioned that they were a follower of the Carnifex belief, wasn't that simply a Kainite? That seemed a dangerous position to take. From her understanding the Kainite were outcasts. However, she had to admit that the current politics and views of the Sith were something she had barely scratched the surface at. There was only so much she could study and the more recent ideologies and stances were not a path that she understood as fully as she needed to.

When the lecturer spoke, Eira directed her attention back to the Sith Lord. Listening, she realised how important it was to understand the most respected and significant members of the Sith Order. Eira was going to need to spend more time reading modern history and the current climate of the Sith Order. She wanted to fully understand how things were working.

She was then given a partner to debate with on a specific topic. Interesting, she was collecting her notes and going over that period in her mind, remembering the differing Sith that followed the Rule of Two and their contributions to the Sith. Also the galactic climate was something she was taking into consideration when she was forming her opinion. Eira spent the time examining her notes and opinions to ensure that she could provide the best debate with her partner and not flounder. This was a chance for them both to shine a little and demonstrate what they needed to do.

Rising from her spot, she walked over to Aerik and nodded her head to him, "seems that we will be partners."

 

[Marcus Dinn]

"Debate the Fall of the Tenth Sith Empire through the lenses of your beliefs. What led to its failings? How could they have overcome their inevitable defeat?"

Marcus turned toward Irina Jesart and Karok , his assigned debate partners. She looked like a Holonet influencer and he looked like he wanted to bite someone's face off. Exactly his kind of people.

As for the topic, he had no idea what the hell even happened during the reign of the Tenth Sith Empire. He hadn't gotten that far yet in his studies. And why were Sith Acolytes expected to know all this obscure lore anyway? A Jedi Padawan could stare directly into the emitter of their lightsaber and still get knighted.

He shoved those thoughts down and jumped straight into the discussion. "It failed because Carnifex ruled for too long and things got stagnant," he said. "The Emperor may live forever, but if he loses his most loyal servants and allies, his Empire will inevitably collapse."

 

[Karok]

"Yet beyond that, it is through the lense of philosophy one can understand how history has transpired. You three...", he said, snapping the metal rod along the table of Marcus Dinn, Irina Jesart , and Karok. "Debate the Fall of the Tenth Sith Empire through the lenses of your beliefs. What led to its failings? How could they have overcome their inevitable defeat?", she asked.

Karok leaned back in his chair, the weight of the question pressing down on him like a stone. He looked across the table at Marcus Dinn and Irina Jesart , To him, their expressions were a mix of curiosity and expectation. He felt the sting of inadequacy; history wasn't his strong suit, but he had to project strength. After all, he was a Gen'dai, and weakness had no place in his being.

As the silence stretched, he forced himself to consider the Fall of the Tenth Sith Empire. The tenth? There have been that many? Why should this even matter. He recalled snippets from whispers and scraps of conversation overheard in the halls, but nothing solid enough to build upon. The names and events floated in his mind like distant stars, unreachable and hazy. He clenched his fists under the table, the tension simmering beneath his skin like heat.

He shoved those thoughts down and jumped straight into the discussion. "It failed because Carnifex ruled for too long and things got stagnant," he said. "The Emperor may live forever, but if he loses his most loyal servants and allies, his Empire will inevitably collapse."

There it was! A hint! Darth Carnifex ruled during the tenth, OK. Who was Carnifex? This is a bore. Im not answering this poodoo. " Everything falls at some point. Even Gen'dai die. The hubris is that you puny humans believe you can maintain control, forever. HAH! You are so small."

 

[Irina Jesart]

Irina returned her attention back to vandalising the desk with a roll of her eyes. She wanted to be elsewhere, training in something useful. She'd spent her life with her nose in one book or another, this class offered her no challenge.

"No one man is responsible for the downfall of an Empire." she retorted. "Carnifiex has been in the upper echelons of leadership since the eighth Empire, he still is now. If he was soley responsible for the Tenth's downfall no one would allow him the power he has today."

She tilted her head, admiring her handywork for a moment. "The tenth empire fell for the same reason sith empires always fall. Because we can't help ourselves. People with power always want more, and when those people are sith it results in in fighting, in the need to steal from our allies. This whoel academy is built on that foundation. you take it because you can, and damn the consequences. Only here, the biggest consequence is going to be some snot nosed Firrrerro having to sleep in a cot with a hesian sack for a blanket while you enjoy the luxury he doesn't deserve."

Karok Marcus Dinn

 

[Marcus Dinn]

"Everything falls at some point. Even Gen'dai die. The hubris is that you puny humans believe you can maintain control, forever. HAH! You are so small."

Pretty sure Carnifex is an Epicanthix, not a Human, Marcus noted. But he gave Karok a thumbs up anyway.

Irina Jesart disagreed, but she didn't have a particularly hot take to offer as an alternative. Something about human nature? She indicated that she wanted to take down Firrerreo. Marcus had heard he was the one behind the attack on the Fifths. "Understandable," he muttered, scratching behind his ear. "I'd like to knock those nerf herders down a peg or two myself, but I'm not allowed to interact with Firsts anymore. Long story. Good luck though."

What else was there to say? This topic was a bit of a bore. He much preferred pre-gulag history. It was a lot less convoluted than what happened after.

"There have been too many Sith empires," he grunted. "We should try something different next time. Like democratic dictatorial monarchical anarcho-libertarianism. Or maybe feudalism."

 

[Karok]

"No one man is responsible for the downfall of an Empire." she retorted. "Carnifiex has been in the upper echelons of leadership since the eighth Empire, he still is now. If he was soley responsible for the Tenth's downfall no one would allow him the power he has today."

She tilted her head, admiring her handywork for a moment. "The tenth empire fell for the same reason sith empires always fall. Because we can't help ourselves. People with power always want more, and when those people are sith it results in in fighting, in the need to steal from our allies. This whole academy is built on that foundation. You take it because you can, and damn the consequences. Only here, the biggest consequence is going to be some snot nosed Firrrerro having to sleep in a cot with a hesian sack for a blanket while you enjoy the luxury he doesn't deserve."

Carnifex was still alive? Shab he must be old by now. The realization of it almost made me verbalize it but I stopped after hearing Irina Jesart other half of her statement. It was far more interesting and relatable than compared to sith history and politics. Though I could begin to see how they connected.

Karok's tongue extended out his maw and licked away a piece of meat that had been lodged between his teeth. " Jee abaha maianza deahwoy" He remarked and then continued in basic. " There are many that would love to see that happen." And though he did not turn around to glare at Firrerreo , the Gen'dai was able to tell where he was in the room based off his heartbeat. It was cool and collected. Unlike others in the classroom. It was beginning to become a pattern for the first cohort. The feeling and realization that they were untouchable. They were the top predators and everyone else was dog food.

Except me.

"Understandable," he muttered, scratching behind his ear. "I'd like to knock those nerf herders down a peg or two myself, but I'm not allowed to interact with Firsts anymore. Long story. Good luck though."

What else was there to say? This topic was a bit of a bore. He much preferred pre-gulag history. It was a lot less convoluted than what happened after.

"There have been too many Sith empires," he grunted. "We should try something different next time. Like democratic dictatorial monarchical anarcho-libertarianism. Or maybe feudalism."

The first part I could get behind, Getting back at the first cohort, but I could feel my brow raise and eyes squint at the word "not allowed" what the kark does that mean?

" Forget the sith history poodoo. Slagwa mee mai, who told you that first cohort was off limits?" Karok asked and show a genuine curiosity about the topic, but also did not exactly give Marcus a chance to respond before he got a tad passionate about the topic. " I wouldn't expect a pampered bookworm know it all and and a...Uhhhmmm" The gen'dais eyes focused on Marcus Dinn for a second and his brain did its best to come up with something but he was drawing blanks. There was nothing particularly remarkable that about him that I could berate him for. In truth I was not sure what to make of Marcus.

He shook his head and growled " Heh. Both of you are missing the point. We are given every opportunity for growth to rise to the top, but everyone gets so caught up in the competition and backbreaking routine, they fail to see that this place is a business. The Sith are scoping us all out and only want the strongest. There are no rules."

 

[Firrerreo]

Firrerreo hummed. He glanced across the way to Soldane Talon of all people. A boy that hadn't stood out to him, asides from being part of the Echani cult that seemed to have infiltrated the school. Dozens of the white haired warriors, all seeming to work together. He didn't like the idea of having to deal with that cult of personality, but that was the lesson. So, he moved over, taking a seat.

"Well. I think it's dumb to worship anything other than yourself. To give power to someone other than yourself. It's one thing to serve someone stronger, another to not seek to become stronger yourself. Not sure what's there to discuss on that."

 

[Aerik Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Soldane Talon | Marcus Dinn | Firrerreo | Karok | Eira Dyn | Irina Jesart

A debate partner, and an assigned topic. Aerik was not a fan of the idea he had to debate words rather than use weapons. However, something his father said stuck with him.

“You need to sharpen your tongue into a weapon. I wish I had learned that lesson, but my life did not afford me the opportunity yours has. Take advantage of it.”

Gerwald had never been one of many words. Aerik had listened to the moments his father had to give a speech, and unless he was calling soldiers to battle, the man kept it short. The wolf did not have the ability to inspire like the Empress, and he was not the clever wordsmith that Darth Malum was. Aerik knew his father walked a precarious line between politician and warrior, but he was proud. The pup would learn to be both.

He smiled.

“Eira, they said, I’m Aerik.”

Which they both already knew, but why not make introductions. She was older than him, but they were near the same height. He was going to be tall, but he was not sure how tall. The pair could not be more of a contrast. His hair was light, hers was dark. They seemed to come from different backgrounds. Yet, they both found their way to the academy. They had been assigned to debate the merits or lack of Darth Bane’s Rule of Two.

Aerik would start.

“So rule of Two… what do you think? Did it work or not? Since we are here, in this setting, I would suggest it has largely been abandoned. One could argue that means it didn’t work.”

 

[Soldane Talon]

"Well. I think it's dumb to worship anything other than yourself. To give power to someone other than yourself. It's one thing to serve someone stronger, another to not seek to become stronger yourself. Not sure what's there to discuss on that."

Soldane rested a thumb on his chin as Firrerreo began their dialogue, considering his words. It wasn't a long monologue, nor was it all that ground breaking, but the dialectical method he had learned in his studies built itself upon the understanding of the give and take, the thesis and antithesis, the who and what and where it would be when it was sublimated into its synthesis, creating the negation of the negation. These were the things the higher order books hoped to impart on them, but how well had he truly understood it's esoteric dialogue?​

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"Worship yourself.", he repeated.​

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"The Eternalist Doctrine believes in the progressive expansion of a singular 'Sith'ari' meta-entity. A spirit, made up of thousands of other spirits, held together by Sith Sorcereries. To inherit it would imply one holds the combined legacy of thousands of Sith, to what end I could not be sure. I don't believe it is truly a matter of worship towards said creation, but instead the idealization of its intention. I don't believe you are truly at odds with it's teachings, as they encourage a dialectic understanding of metaphysics."​

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"That is to say, you are supposed to worship yourself as a Sith. To both 'worship' yourself as a supreme entity, encourages the differentiation of one's self from normal society, or even other Sith - and through that understanding, that foundation, you build upon yourself the thesis of greatness. It is through this understanding, this greater ideal, that you become the Sith'ari spirit yourself. The inheritance of the legacy is only tracking your Spirit's dialectics against the historic progeny of the Order - but by fully realizing your own greatness, you create the negation of another to strive to become you."​

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"In the same way Darth Bane encouraged the growth of the Dyad, and the Sith's strength through concentration, to become the synthesis of the Sith'ari Spirit and one self, you synthesize both your own nature and power with that of the Sith'ari, sublimating your designs into a greater whole. It is through this realization, you create the next stage of growth for the Order, and in turn become the thesis. In this, the negation of the negation forms, as you are thus the thesis and the Order strives to become your antithesis - sublimating both the nature of the prior Sith'ari you consolidated into your own nature, but also instantly changing the nature of the Order in its entirety simply by becoming. They then strive to build upon their own understanding of self, power, and freedom - thus by force of your ascension, dictating their new goals and ambitions. That is to say, your new status holds within itself both the nature of your own ambition, and the contradiction of another's ambition - their own worship of self now pitted against your own. When they rise to truly create the next synthesis, superseding your own ascension, the process continues instantly and irrevocably. A natural progression that builds strength, knowledge, and a greater truth for the Order as a whole."​

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He paused for a moment, thinking about his words. This was confusing. He needed to read more on Darth Hegel.​

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"Or uh... Something like that.", he said with a slightly irritated, slightly confused scratching of his own temple. He really needed to go over these things again with Darth Carnifex .​

 

[Firrerreo]

Oh, he was taking this much more seriously. There was a lot of information to absorb, but philosophy wasn't something Firrerreo particularly cared for. He didn't need to know how two Sith Lords viewed their old, failed empires to better make his Sithspawn. Their techniques though, that he cared about. That he could play off of, even. "That's not being combined. That's being absorbed and lost. Thousands of Sith spirits, thousands of egos. The turmoil that makes is why I keep my Sithspawn made of multiple people. Their essences all combat each other, keeps them from attaining anything greater than the purpose I give them. Darth Bane encouraged not just the Dyad, but the Master and the Apprentice. The one to have it all, and the other to strive for it. At least in that the ideal is to take the power for yourself and infuse it greater with another. But that's you and another. Two wills, one with all the power, one wanting it. This whole spirit of spirits; I'd rather be myself than some twisted puppet for thousands of long dead and forgotten Sith."

Soldane Talon