TELOS HOLOCRON: Sith Fellowship
Posted on Sun Oct 12th, 2025 @ 12:09pm by Thane
643 words; about a 3 minute read
RECORD 005
AUDIO RECORDING: DARTH PLAGUEIS, TELOS HOLOCRON
SUBJECT: SITH FELLOWSHIP, FRIENDS AND APPRENTICES
[The gatekeeper of Darth Plagueis does not appear immediately. Instead, the holocron hums with a softer frequency, as if Plagueis is thinking—remembering.]
There was one… in your memories. The Ithorian. Bomoor. Not a Jedi anymore. Not yet a Sith. Curious.
[The image manifests: Plagueis appears not in darkness, but in dim twilight. His tone is quieter than before - less commanding, more contemplative.]
Friendship among Sith is rare. Dangerous, even. We are taught that trust invites betrayal. That closeness breeds exposure. And yet…
[He folds his hands behind his back, turning slowly in place.]
I, too, once had a companion. Not an apprentice. Not an equal. But a… peer. One who challenged me. Sharpened my ideas. In time, I came to see that our conversations did more to refine my will than any meditation. Then he died. Not by my hand. But I remember the silence that followed.
[He glances toward the holographic light, where the image of Bomoor flickers in passing—a projection pulled from my mind, I assume. I marvel silently at the unclear power of this device.]
You care for this one. You feel… not affection, perhaps, but resonance. He understands a part of you even you don’t always wish to face. That is not weakness, Serus. That is mirror.
Most Sith sever their ties to prove they are free. But freedom without reflection becomes madness. Isolation is not clarity - it is echo. My true self, I fear, may have briefly forgotten this lesson, yet misstepped with Sidious.
Keep your Ithorian close. Watch him. Learn from him. And when the moment comes, decide what matters more: your vision - or your bond.
[A pause. For once, no immediate lesson. Just silence.]
Perhaps the next era of Sith will not rise from solitude… but from connection, honed into something greater... But what does your apprentice make of this, hmm?
[Plagueis shifts now to a seated position in a thinking posture, and invites no comment from me. I do not dare to currently comment, trusting in this careful tutelage, so different from the Bane gatekeeper. The atmosphere of the holocron is now quieter, almost clinical.]
Amare. Zaracoda. Wolph. Versetto. Archon. The child with no name, no future - until the dark side gave her both.
[He gestures, and a slowly rotating image of her appears - uncertain, defiant, full of contradictions.]
She is not a tool. Not yet a rival. She is… unformed. That is what makes her valuable. And dangerous, perhaps.
Those who suffer early in life learn two things: how to hide, and how to survive. The Jedi call it fear. I call it adaptation. She learned to wear strength like armor long before she understood the Force. That makes her volatile, but also pure. She did not find the dark side through philosophy or ambition. She was born to it, shaped by it, before she ever heard its name.
[He leans forward now, curious, as if speaking more to himself than to Serus.]
I wonder… will she follow your path? Or devour it? Will she echo your teachings, or confront them with her own? She will love you, fear you, resist you - and one day, she may surpass you. That is not threat. That is cycle.
You see something in her. Not just promise, but recognition. Do not look away from that. You may believe you are forging her - but she is forging you, just as surely.
[The image of Amare flickers, then fades.]
Train her if you must. Shape her. Watch her. But remember: sometimes, the true apprentice is the one you think you’ve already mastered...
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