This ransacked tomb of some long-forgotten sith lord stood out among its peers. Most Sith were rather selfish egotistical creatures who viewed themselves as the center of the Universe. An amusing perspective brought on by the sweet quiet whispers of the Dark Side. Sith tombs reflected this paradigm, nearly all of them had their resident’s sarcophagus as the centerpiece. This one did not.
Instead, Ervius stood at the very heart of a structure looted thousands of years ago and could see the sky. The architect of this peculiar resting place chose to erect the monumental halls around an inner courtyard. The atmosphere here would have felt serene but for the bloodlust that every brick of the tomb radiated many thousands of years after its owner’s death. Still, Ervius could not help but wonder if the one buried here liked the stars as he did.
As though on some whim of fate, the night was calm, no storms ravaged this hemisphere of Dromund Kaas. Far above, a tiny wound opened in the thick blanket of ever-present clouds, letting one glimpse just a speck of cosmos in all its splendor — an intricate web of shining jewels against the backdrop of relentless void. It was beautiful.
“You are unusually mellow today, my wretched apprentice,” a translucent figure of a man spoke. It appeared as though woven from mist that permeated the entirety of Dromund Kaas.
“And you are just on time, ‘master’,” Ervius cast a mocking sideways glance at the guest before returning to stargazing. There was something special about these moments when his Force sense could not break through the haze of the Dark Side, and he had to rely only on the five mundane senses to perceive the splendor of the Universe. Ervius would not call the feeling ‘joy’ or ‘happiness’ or even ‘fulfillment’… No… Maybe ‘enlightening’ would do or ‘haunting’ or perhaps both. He could liken the sensation only to standing on the precipice of abyss and being forced — continuously — to stare down.
“Don’t play coy with me,” the apparition spat. “You murdered me in cold blood.”
“My blood was quite hot the whole time, I assure you,” Ervius’s gaze became condescending. “You’re not about to try that entire guilt-trip routine again, will you? I am a sith, you know. Not some rookie acolyte.”
“Not even trying to deny it, how typical of you,” the ghost sneered.
“There is nothing to deny,” the living Sith chuckled. “Especially to myself.”
“It’s amusing how you still refuse to recognize me as your master’s ghost,” the apparition rolled its transparent eyes. “After nearly a week of talking to me, no less. Don’t you think you’re being rude at the very least, apprentice?”
“Why in the name of the Force would I need to be polite with a fragment of my imagination?” Ervius scoffed. “Had you been a ghost, we would have had our little contest of Force lighting mastery quite a while ago. Besides, what is there to be ashamed of? It’s as you, well the real you, said: there is only cause and effect.”
“Action and consequence,” the apparition nodded.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the rustling of wind in the surrounding trees and the occasional thrills of some night birds.
“You know I’ve always perceived the Force as a star,” Ervius spoke suddenly.
“Oh I do know, I’ve trained you… to my doom,” the apparition grumbled.
“Oh lighten up, you’re too much of a grouch,” Ervius chuckled, finally turning to look at his companion.
“Says the man who, in his own view, is talking to himself,” the apparition shot back.
“Oh, you are not me,” Ervius’s tone reverted back to pure condescension. “You are merely a collection of my random emotions that this place could get to, amplified by the Dark Side. It is more akin to talking to one’s spontaneously animated caricature. Begone now, little illusion.”
With a minor effort, Ervius banished the apparition, and it melted away.
Yes, the more or less still young Sith had always viewed the Force as a tempestuous star with a halo radiant enough to scorch galaxies. The Dark Side allowed him to reach within this magnificent presence and exact his will upon the tiny fraction of the world he happened to occupy at the moment. Everything came at a cost, of course. No matter how much the Jedi boasted about their self-control and discipline, none of them could comprehend the kind of iron will one required to work with the Dark Side and to keep oneself from its jaws. One slip, and the sweet honeyed whispers would turn into burning poison — Ervius saw it happen multiple times.
Still, for the privilege of touching this most glorious star, the price was adequate.
Instead, Ervius stood at the very heart of a structure looted thousands of years ago and could see the sky. The architect of this peculiar resting place chose to erect the monumental halls around an inner courtyard. The atmosphere here would have felt serene but for the bloodlust that every brick of the tomb radiated many thousands of years after its owner’s death. Still, Ervius could not help but wonder if the one buried here liked the stars as he did.
As though on some whim of fate, the night was calm, no storms ravaged this hemisphere of Dromund Kaas. Far above, a tiny wound opened in the thick blanket of ever-present clouds, letting one glimpse just a speck of cosmos in all its splendor — an intricate web of shining jewels against the backdrop of relentless void. It was beautiful.
“You are unusually mellow today, my wretched apprentice,” a translucent figure of a man spoke. It appeared as though woven from mist that permeated the entirety of Dromund Kaas.
“And you are just on time, ‘master’,” Ervius cast a mocking sideways glance at the guest before returning to stargazing. There was something special about these moments when his Force sense could not break through the haze of the Dark Side, and he had to rely only on the five mundane senses to perceive the splendor of the Universe. Ervius would not call the feeling ‘joy’ or ‘happiness’ or even ‘fulfillment’… No… Maybe ‘enlightening’ would do or ‘haunting’ or perhaps both. He could liken the sensation only to standing on the precipice of abyss and being forced — continuously — to stare down.
“Don’t play coy with me,” the apparition spat. “You murdered me in cold blood.”
“My blood was quite hot the whole time, I assure you,” Ervius’s gaze became condescending. “You’re not about to try that entire guilt-trip routine again, will you? I am a sith, you know. Not some rookie acolyte.”
“Not even trying to deny it, how typical of you,” the ghost sneered.
“There is nothing to deny,” the living Sith chuckled. “Especially to myself.”
“It’s amusing how you still refuse to recognize me as your master’s ghost,” the apparition rolled its transparent eyes. “After nearly a week of talking to me, no less. Don’t you think you’re being rude at the very least, apprentice?”
“Why in the name of the Force would I need to be polite with a fragment of my imagination?” Ervius scoffed. “Had you been a ghost, we would have had our little contest of Force lighting mastery quite a while ago. Besides, what is there to be ashamed of? It’s as you, well the real you, said: there is only cause and effect.”
“Action and consequence,” the apparition nodded.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the rustling of wind in the surrounding trees and the occasional thrills of some night birds.
“You know I’ve always perceived the Force as a star,” Ervius spoke suddenly.
“Oh I do know, I’ve trained you… to my doom,” the apparition grumbled.
“Oh lighten up, you’re too much of a grouch,” Ervius chuckled, finally turning to look at his companion.
“Says the man who, in his own view, is talking to himself,” the apparition shot back.
“Oh, you are not me,” Ervius’s tone reverted back to pure condescension. “You are merely a collection of my random emotions that this place could get to, amplified by the Dark Side. It is more akin to talking to one’s spontaneously animated caricature. Begone now, little illusion.”
With a minor effort, Ervius banished the apparition, and it melted away.
Yes, the more or less still young Sith had always viewed the Force as a tempestuous star with a halo radiant enough to scorch galaxies. The Dark Side allowed him to reach within this magnificent presence and exact his will upon the tiny fraction of the world he happened to occupy at the moment. Everything came at a cost, of course. No matter how much the Jedi boasted about their self-control and discipline, none of them could comprehend the kind of iron will one required to work with the Dark Side and to keep oneself from its jaws. One slip, and the sweet honeyed whispers would turn into burning poison — Ervius saw it happen multiple times.
Still, for the privilege of touching this most glorious star, the price was adequate.