Character
Sith Meditation
Location-Sith library on Korriban
Time-13:42 Military time
The sith took great pride in their ability and willingness to wield power on a galactic scale but what was power? Menelik being the inquiring young man he was naturally questioned this notion of power to himself while he walked the long and ancient halls of the Korriban library. The sith notion of power was the ability to force your will into existence. Power was something to be coveted, something that showed your worth to your peers and those beneath you. Menelik didn't disagree with this idea alone but he believed another power was also important, a power that wasn't just naked force but was something...more subtle. Knowledge was the type of power Menelik was thinking of, however not knowledge alone Menelik thought that TRUE power was the ability to work off your own knowledge to achieve your goals. Menelik wasn't attempting to pioneer a new philosophy on power and its connection to knowledge at least not directly. These thoughts just naturally filled his head as he passed every row of pillars and shelves, each containing years of sith knowledge he thought more on his past. Little was unknown to him in terms of what a sith of his lowly ranking was allowed to get his hands on. His formative years were spent in these halls, day after day, week on week, onlooker might have thought he lived here with the time he spent under its roof. Finally he would take a break from his almost mindless strolling to pull a seat out from one of the center tables that were flanked by shelves.
Menelik was dressed as you'd expect a sith apprentice to be, simple sleeveless black tunic that exposed a thin vertical portion of his chest. black dreadlocks fell down his shoulders while his baby face accented with a small amount of upper-lip hair and a moderate amount of chin hair which he often played with when in deep thought or conversation. Speaking of such deep thoughts Menelik sitting alone in the vast library and closing his brown eyes culled onto himself what he liked to call a "Mini-Meditation" this was a short but deep dive though the living force via mediation that Menelik did whenever he got a moment alone. the normal mediation he would do in his chambers where he wouldn't be disturbed. these "Mini-meditations" allowed for the young sith to achieve some form of daily meditation even when he didn't have the free hours to sit alone in his room. a normal sitting position was not as comfortable for this type of thing as the normal crossed legged position he liked to use while sitting onto of his bed or his floor but for these mini-meditations it got the job done. as any sith and any competent Jedi knew sith meditation was a deeply emotional thing as was the nature of the entire dark side. Anger,Hate and Fear dominated his mind but funny enough these feelings weren't directed at the jedi or another group the sith loved to hate. no, no Menelik hatred was solely directed at the Sith Empire with the fullest of his heart. taken from his home, took his name, even tried to indoctrinate him but failed to do so. Menelik knew however that as long as he was still weak expressing or otherwise letting these feelings be known would lead to his short and untimely death. Menelik would have to wait, how long he did not know but gaining power was the gateway, the clear path to what he sought the sith were right in that respect. In a ironic way what Menelik was doing was very sith, for all the time he secretly despise them he was not Ignorant to the fact that the sith had much to teach him in the ways of the force. In short he'd buy his time and let the sith unknowingly mold into existence their own destroyer or at the very least a mighty assist to lose.
However these corneal emotions were only a small portion of what was going on inside menelik's head. It was thought meditation that Menelik did the vast majority of his thinking and the things he thought about were acourse downright traitorous. Menelik was a free-thinker by nature and questioned the sith code, the nature of the force itself, mortality, the acourse the topic he was just exploring, the question of what power really was? was power the ability to destroy and planet and scatter its people to the wind as with what the empire did to the Mandolorians bringing that once mighty empire to its end? Or was power something that enabled those with enough of it the ability to stop or start something? Was it naked force, violence? No definite answer to this one, he thought as his eyes slowly opened to show that they no longer were the dark brown but now a bright sith orange a common and expected side effect of meditation on the subject matter Menelik liked to meditate on. The effect would fade soon enough but now he was left with nothing to do
