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I have arrived from Korriban, to Viscara. I have only been in this new, and intoxicatingly diverse environment for a short while. In my rest and meditation, I can feel the faint ebb and hum of Viscara’s unique connection to the Force itself.
I am, of this year, forty-five years old, and I have wandered the Galaxy. Long, have I known a connection to a distant source that I could never quantify, yet lead me to a greater desire for discovery and understanding. A factor I had become aware of at an age far too old, for the Jedi Order to consider aiding my pursuit thereof.
It was not until Lord Revan rose, and the Sith willingly broke the chains of stifling exclusivity, and enlightened me as to my connection to the Force, that I left my life of a wandering scholar to pursue a new, albeit it different, fountain of knowledge.
Three years, I have spent on Korriban, until my hale flesh turned to the hue of Korriban’s near sun. The acrid, craggy badlands of that forlorn world, lost to time, leaving a permanent musk within my nostrils of dusty tombs, and alien soil. I was born to a family of merchants, on Coruscant, and spent my life pursuing business and political matters on their behalf until the passing of my dear Mother, the last living between the two.
Now, I have arrived on Viscara, so far from the metallic, industrial landscape of Coruscant, and yet so much more lush, and alive than Korriban’s acrid badlands. Here, I believe the further pursuit of my studies, and quest to understand the Force, will be a far more pleasant pursuit. Though, I fear the age of other Acolytes, Apprentices, and Warriors within the Order leaves me feeling decades older than what my flesh betrays.
I have met a fellow Acolyte, now Apprentice, named Skyva Daxus, who became a kind face. Where my electroblade training foil had begun to whither, she aided me in constructing a lightfoil to further my studies. Despite her young age, I sense a distinct lack of impetus in her that is far more common in her colleagues; Something of the Sith Order that seems to be brought to the surface in all, in ambitious seeking of accolades and recognition.
I must freely confess, that power as I understand it is not merely the impulsive pursuit of emotion, but knowledge. The Jedi Order would deny knowledge out of fear; Yet I have no fear, of knowledge. No, knowledge is the ultimate power, one that is coveted only by the wise, and feared by the narrow-minded, and fleeting. Though the Sith Code emphasizes the extreme of the pursuit of emotional gratification, I cannot help but consider that to those who most gracefully master its execution, they would not wish for those beneath them to achieve the knowledge and understanding that they, themselves have; Placing a lesser value upon the acquisition thereof in order to secure permanence in their station.
The very thought of it is as stifling as the Jedi Order’s own methods of retaining and, in effect, proscribing knowledge. I pray it is a boundary that when tested, I have the strength and resolve to press against, to pierce and gaze into.
In the face of this, I remain sanguine in my hopes.
In Humility,
Sebastian Xar-Tur