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The Chambers of the Sith Warrior Darth Acheron, Kroprulu City, Kroprulu, 82 years after the destruction of the Galactic Empire's Death Star, 11 years after the routing of the Byss Empire's forces.
Strange, how relative a concept time can be. I remember as clear as crystal, my first day upon this world - the strange nature of the buildings, the alien creatures from far-away worlds working diligently around me, curious, and dismissive, stares - I felt so alone.
Darth Krieg, my Master up until only three weeks ago, was one of the few who accepted me in the time of peril that was upon the Galaxy, known largely as the Darth Dude Conflict. I trained persistently under my Master, in an attempt to see action in the war, to avenge my father's death, and the Tenko House of Nagi.
When my home world was invaded, only two years before the war's end, I was merely a youngster, still in training to succeed my father on the throne for our continental Empire. His untimely death left me shattered, the fragile bubble of my existence burst, so suddenly and rudely that it felt as if it could not have been real.
And yet here I am, a little over fifteen years later, a Sith Warrior in a strong and valiant Empire, a time of peace upon us, a tentative alliance with the Jedi all that remains of the strong bonds that were formed in the baptism of fire that was the Galactic War.
Time is as relative as the mind wishes to make it. Once a point in time is reached, it will always seem as if it has come dreadfully quickly, no matter whether it is the second day of our life, or upon our death bed.
My Apprenticeship under Darth Krieg seems to have flown by, but during the intense physical punishment he subjected me to, it seemed to crawl by at the pace of a Taras Chi.
Now as I realise my true potential in this Sith Empire, with my new found rank and ability, I can truly see what lies before me, in my journey towards self-fulfillment. I have so much time in which to prove myself time and time again, to become a truly powerful Sith Lord, to help defend worlds from bitter conflict, to prevent families being torn apart, to stop those I love from dying.
With the declaration of the Emperor that all Sith should keep personal records of their life for the learning and advancement of the Empire in the eons of our existence to come in which this information will reveal insights on Sith long past, I begin to understand just how long this Empire has existed, and will exist.
It stretches throughout time, the one constant in a Galaxy filled with turmoil, a steady rock on which the fragments of the Galaxy can lean upon in times of trouble. The Jedi claim we use the Dark Side out of hatred, out of passion, of selfishness. They could not be more wrong about my personal motives.
I utilize the Dark Side for the power it brings. With power I am able to acheive grand outcomes, to lead men into a hopeless battle, and bring them out again with nothing more than minor wounds. I can defend worlds from large forces with nothing more than one craft and a small army at my disposal.
The Dark Side is not an evil, or something to be afraid of, but something to be accepted. We all have passion within us, a passion to help, to lead, to protect, to love, to do anything that we desire. The Jedi wish to stifle that, to have us discard these emotions, but these emotions are what make us Nagai or alien, these are what make us who we are.
Whilst indivduals die and are replaced, only certain things remain, surviving the test of time, spanning throughout the long years, witnessing horrific events, watching as their sons and daughters go to war and die over territory lost only decades later, and to be regained centuries following that, in an eternal, pointless, bloody conflict.
The Kroprulan Empire, is one previously mentioned, the Force another, and the passions that being an organic brings a third. The Jedi have the belief that only one of those should be allowed to continue, the Force. That is another thing that spans time, their foolish belief in living in a false environment created and manufactured. And their belief too, spans time, eternally.
However, time is relative.
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