Truth & Lies

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="The Slave"]

"Lord Nashar" He corrected the boy, it would be the only one he received.

The Pureblood wandered around the table for a moment, the Guardian glancing his way. Holocrons weren't just simple machines, they were imbued with an essence of their creators. That essence turned into the Holocrons Guardian. They weren't just machines with a program, they were a part of what created them. They were responsive, intelligent, and some could even make their own decisions. That was why they were so unique.

It was also why they were so dangerous.

"Bestia." The Guardian shifted it's attention to The Pureblood. "Was one of the most powerful Sith Lords of her time."

The Guardian seemed to nod. "She stood as the strongest of the Dread Masters."

Vrak had always enjoyed history.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

The Slave made a mental note, maintaining his silence as Vrak spoke.

His eyes wandered over the holocron's image, the Dread Master herself. He didn't know much of history, his education restricted to technical skills and craftsmenship, but he knew it'd have to be something he'd learn eventually. More importantly, the term 'Dread Master' intrigued him... She was one of the most powerful Sith Lords of her time, and that was enough to demand his respect and attention. The thought passed his mind of learning from her, but he remained silent none the less.

As Vrak finished, he glanced to him and nodded once more, his expression one of attention and understanding.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="The Slave"]

"She was second to only the Emperor." So it had been rumored anyway. Whether or not it was actually true was another thing, but Vitiate had always been rather lacking when it came to compliments, and he'd paid Bestia one.

Perhaps that was enough.

"She will be your teacher." For now. "Learn what you can from her."

If the Guardian seemed upset at the thought of teaching a Slave, it didn't show it. There was a good reason for that of course. The Dread Masters had been incredibly powerful, but also insular. They recognized only potential that they saw as a benefit to them. Now that they were dead they were more liberal with the knowledge they once held, or rather, Bestia was. This was the only Holocron of the Dread Masters he was aware of, though there might have been others.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

The Slave nodded, slowly standing to get a better look at the gatekeeper. He took idly steps, ones that allowed an observant attention to detail as he walked around her. When his curiousity was sated, he gave a slight grin and looked back to the Sith Lord.

"Thank you, Lord Nashar."

Then, he turned back towards Bestia and spoke once more;

"And thank you, Dread Master."

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="The Slave"]

The Holocron of course didn't answer.

Vrak had learned from the device himself, and he found that unless you asked her a direct question Bestia was a rather serene Guardian. Other holocrons weren't the same, most of the ones in the Archives jumped at the chance to sneer and insult as much as they could. Such was the way of the Sith. "Set upon a path."

He told the boy.

"Follow it until you are ready to return to me." In time the boy would become valuable, more so than the others in the courtyard. "Bestia will guide you."

Vrak turned away from the table. "Ryal will show you your rooms."

He had earned a residence here at least.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

Ryal motioned to herself with an idle hand, drawing his attention for a moment. He stood from the couch, closing and lifting the holocron with a nod before taking a few steps from the table. He paused and turned back to him;

"You won't regret this, Lord Nashar."

With that, he continued to follow Ryal to his newly established quarters on this planet. He was hardly rich, and this was perhaps his first unique room to himself that he had in the entirety of his life. He wouldn't show it in front of all those around him, feeling it a moment of weakness, but he beamed internally at not only the room, but the training he'd been promised with.

And so it would begin, studious activity day and night under Bestia and her tutelage. Time would tell if he took to it or not, and become the Sith Vrak, and many others, hoped him to be.