TELOS HOLOCRON: Axion the Abberation
Posted on Tue Jan 13th, 2026 @ 2:58pm by Thane
550 words; about a 3 minute read
RECORD 006
AUDIO RECORDING: DARTH PLAGUEIS, TELOS HOLOCRON
SUBJECT: AXION, CULT STRUCTURES, AND THE NECESSITY OF ERASURE
[The holocron activates without ceremony. The projection of Darth Plagueis forms slowly, already standing, already attentive. His expression is neutral. Appraising.]
You have encountered another of the aberrations.
[A pause as the description of the cultist Baron of Cloud City settles.]
Axion styles himself a master of the dark side. He is not. He is a symptom. A by-product of power divorced from understanding. He mistakes suffering for transcendence, obedience for will, ritual for insight. This confusion is common among those who discover darkness without discipline.
[Plagueis turns slightly, as if examining an unseen specimen.]
Cults form where systems fail. Where order is absent, men will invent meaning. Axion offers them a mirror of their despair and calls it apotheosis. He does not elevate them. He arrests them. Suspends them in dependence. They kneel not because he is strong, but because they are hollow.
This is not Sith doctrine. This is stagnation wearing the costume of revelation. He is a sickness born from our order being extinguished.
[His tone sharpens, but only fractionally.]
Understand this, Serus. The dark side does not reward pain. It rewards clarity. Pain is merely a tool, and a crude one at that. Axion indulges in it. He worships it, in his way. And in doing so, he reveals his limitation. He cannot move beyond himself.
[He steps closer to the edge of the projection, gaze intent.]
You feel him as a weight. An interruption. He lingers in your thoughts not because he threatens you, but because he represents something unfinished. He is the echo of what you might have become had you mistaken survival for purpose.
That is why he must be destroyed.
Not for vengeance. Not for justice. But because his continued existence constrains you. The Sith Code is not poetry. It is instruction.
"Through victory, my chains are broken."
Axion is a chain.
He binds you to your past. To the moment you first touched the dark side in desperation rather than design, even as a child - even without knowing, maybe. To the false belief that power is proven through domination of the weak. You cannot ascend while he remains, because he anchors you to a lesser interpretation of what you are becoming.
[Plagueis straightens, hands folding behind his back.]
Destroy him, and you will not merely remove a rival. You will sever a possibility. The galaxy will be spared a parasite, and you will be spared a reflection you no longer require.
When you strike him down, do not speak. Do not posture. Do not indulge his need to be witnessed. Reduce him to absence. Let his cult collapse without a centre, as all such structures do when exposed to reality.
[Brief silence. Then, more quietly.]
This is not a test of strength. It is a test of resolve. Of whether you are willing to end what once served you, but no longer does.
You seek freedom, Serus. Then act as one who understands what must be cut away.
[The projection begins to fade, already disengaging.]
Return when the chain is broken.
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