Personal Holocron of Darth Shadow

Emperor Shadow

The Last Will and Testament of Jeridan Dilbrun, Emperor Shadow I
Recorded Satunda, Helona 115 A.B.Y.,
Imperial Palace, Kuat

I am the Dark Lord of the Sith. If I say stop, it is done. If I say laugh, it is done. If I say die, it is done. I was not born to become Emperor, but I took it: It was mine. I orchestrated and have managed the most successful era this Empire has ever known, but all good things have their ends.

It is my wish to have a State Funeral, the specifics of which are on file in the Church of the Dark Side, wherein every planet of the Empire is to be in someway represented. The planets hosting portions of the Funeral are as follows: Kuat, Coruscant, Kroprulu and Csilla. My final resting place is to be determined by the Family Dilbrun and my Grand Vizier.

Let it be known that from this hour henceforth, the rightful heir- legally and spiritually- to the throne of the Eternal Empire and all rights inherent to it, belongs solely to Jinko Celchu, Son of Chandrila, Darth Prognie.

It is my stern command that the capital of the Eternal Empire remain on Kuat and that the Dilbrun Family act as Executor of Property and Territory for the capital until circumstances render the population impractical.

Upon my death, Bothans are to be pardoned of all crimes in recognition of their contributions to the intelligence community.

A portion of the curios and artifacts currently under guard in my personal stores on Wayland, Myrkyr, Ziost, Csilla and Coruscant are to be bequeathed to the Emperor-in-waiting upon my death. Further instructions are sealed and under the care of my daughter Killian concerning specific items and their care.

I pledge fifty percent of my personal fortune [monetary only] to my daughter, Killian. All non-monetary assets not expressly named here are to pass directly into the hands of Killian Dilbrun.

Ten percent of my monetary holding is to be gifted to the Chiss Ascendancy by my successor, Darth Prognie, upon my death in recognition of their assistance during my reign and a gesture of goodwill for the future.

Five percent of my monetary holding is to be dedicated to the operations of the Church of the Dark Side.

Twenty percent of my monetary holding shall be appropriated to the classified operations of The Falan Group.

The remaining fifteen percent of my monetary holding is to be spent building monuments, libraries, as well as other public and private institutions in my honor.

To my longtime friend and confidant Zania Rebus, Darth Ducki, I return her ancestor Androv’s original tomes and manuscripts.

To Stap Mangus Praxeum, Darth Praxeum, I bequeath my viridian blade in recognition of his service and the continued hope that he will never forget his education.

To my Grand Vizier, J’yph Asmodeus, the Darth Acrimonus, I leave my collection of instructional Holocrons with the hope that they may be properly preserved and studied.

Killian Dilbrun retains the extensive list of personal property appropriations not outlined here.

It is so commanded, so shall it be done.

Jeridan Peverell Shesh Dilbrun,
His Majesty, Emperor Shadow I
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Emperor Shadow

I always meant to go back. I always planned to rebuild, but life got in the way. There is no forgetting old wounds, for they neither heal nor completely fade from memory. A scar will simply set deeper and deeper into the flesh until the burning memory of the pain is enough to force an action to protect against a similar embarrassment.

There are few things in life I regret. I am a Sith. It is our nature to feed from pain, to use it for survival- to learn. Yet I am plagued late at night- at work, at rest, all of the time- by ripples in the Force. By the echoes of what could have been… What should have been.

And so I had always planned, plotted, and schemed for a return. Yet my most innocent intentions encountered increasing skepticism as I groomed my successor. Myself a victim of several cunning plots, I had grown accustomed of destroying a system to rebuild it. However, I was prevented from subverting my most loyal attendants by the nagging reminder that my days in office were so numbered.

It is of little consequence now, except to say that I had always planned. I regret most dearly the inability to give rise to the occasion, for it would have been a day long remembered in the Empire. However, historians shall always remember the inadequacies of leaders when marking their importance on galactic history. Perhaps all too sad, perhaps not, is the fact that I was never able to rebuild one of the dearest rifts in the Empire’s memory.

Though insurgents and cowards mired any progress made in my last few years of power, I managed to make a lingering contribution to the progress of future space exploration: A transgalactic HoloNet with instantaneous communication and a one second delay. The central hub of this new technology is located on Yaga Minor, an appropriate launching point for this project, as it has seen the launch of the disastrous Outbound Flight Project. Hopefully our new HoloNet fares better than Outbound Flight.
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That, that is, is; that, that is not, is not.

Today's Evil Overlord Mood/Thought Process of the Day: Gungan opera

The Realist Party. You can't repel appeal of our magnitude.

Emperor Shadow

The days are longer now but there is less to fill them with. What is done is done, and what one wishes could be may never come to pass. I cannot help but feel a tipping of scales, as if the days behind outnumber the days ahead.

I am not arrogant enough to assume I am misunderstood. The council wags fingers, advises caution. The Moffs are in a sorry state. The Empire itself feels like it is hinged on the glory of one. A self-sufficent center of power is what is necessary, but I fear it can no longer be rooted in my person. I have grown weak with ambition. The view from the top is... hazy.

I want more. I want to feel the winds on Vortex and sip the stale ales of Corellia. But an emperor can never do such things. An emperor must lead. I often wonder - where? I am surrounded by loyal advisors, many of whom have become so used to my presence, that hardly a wanting eye is cast in the direction of the throne. Are we not Sith? Do we not each want the power that comes with our esteemed office? Or have we resigned ourselves to the belief that Shadow simply is.

I say not. I demand excitement. I shall crush any rebellion that forms like a tumor in my Empire but I demand some kind of rush, some kind of storm that shall change the map. It begins soon. My Empire will decide where it stands and who with.
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That, that is, is; that, that is not, is not.

Today's Evil Overlord Mood/Thought Process of the Day: Gungan opera

The Realist Party. You can't repel appeal of our magnitude.

Emperor Shadow

The steps of a journey often go unnumbered and unmarked. Monuments are never erected for the living, they come as an after-thought, a kind of last shrill footnote to better days and history. Anyone who finds satisfaction in testatements to their greatness in life is broken. Such things are not for Sith. We seek excellence in the darkness and heal our wounds with the Force, we do not seek to inflict them upon a galaxy.

It is our right, our divine charge, to rule. We bring about order. We are the way, the truth and the light. The Force is like a river. Light and Dark are but different currents of the same river. It is up to the organisms that live in the river to decide which current they are to follow.

But we know. Sith choose not to simply follow, but to direct. We attach ourselves, drain our energies, for the greater good of the galaxy. We drag lesser beings with us. It is our duty to see them through the river by any means necessary. Power comes to those only with the foresight to wield it.

There can be no honor among thieves, but there is eternal greatness among heroes. The Sith, the Eternal Empire, our very enterprise, is a cause great and just. "Truth" is only offered by those seeking to disrupt and destroy the natural order of things. And mind that all these people tell is lies.

There is great power in the folds between space and life. There is tremendous energy inside us all, but out there - there is where true life begins. I have ordered the creation of a new wing of the Imperial machine. We shall pry these secrets from their resting places, use them to better ourselves and our aims. We can only direct the galaxy that we control.

Even now, I feel the growth of forces somehow beyond my control. We are now moving into a race against time. The Force is cloudly beyond tomorrow. Nothing is certain. The disturbances that shake me from rest also tinge the faces of my counselors. Something is not right. A natural defense is of course the best offense. It starts soon.

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That, that is, is; that, that is not, is not.

Today's Evil Overlord Mood/Thought Process of the Day: Gungan opera

The Realist Party. You can't repel appeal of our magnitude.