Welcome Lesser Being,

I, Verishia Duket, Darth Siege, Dark Lord of the Sith welcome to you my life and my teachings. If you are deemed worthy then this holocron you hold in your hands will teach you every thing I know but before I can teach you to hone the power you must wield, because you have activated this holocron in the first place, I will instruct you on my life. Think it drab and dreary and court disaster as I once did, but pay attention and I will show you how to overcome, the essence of the Sith.

I was raised by my Master High Lord Larr Jerrod on the verdant world of Vergis III. My Master used a different style of Sith teachings to bestow upon me my gifts. He was a cold and calculating man, always planning and directing, never showing emotions or allowing them to control him. Yes, this is a direct contradiction to our Sith teachings but he did not cast Passion out, hiding it was his secret weapon. In battle he would unleash the full power of his hatred and anger, catching any enemy that studied him by surprise and ensuring his victory.

He did the same with me, teaching me to put away all signs of emotion and only bring them out for battle. This worked for many years as I studied the Sith teachings he required of me and I became battle honed, no Sith in recorded history equaled me in battle prowess, and I was proud. But as I considered myself complete I found my flaw, Sith do this to their apprentices, picking the strong but not too strong, the powerful but flawed lest your underling rises up and kills you too early.

My flaw was that he neglected my studies in the Force. I could outfight anything that moved but I to concentrate on manipulating the Force. So I studied secretly and improved. It was a great deficit I had to overcome but I vowed to do it and on the day I believed I had overcome and conquered someone arrived that changed my life.

Brutin Vitellus, a long time friend of my Master arrived asking for help in putting down a dangerous Sith crisis. I was amazed to find out this being lived in a crux where worlds and dimensions met. My Master had been there and seen it for himself, he had killed Jedi from that place but he had never spoken of it before. Another rule that I learned that day.

Knowledge is power.

So I was dispatched to help this Brutin out, to kill a Sith Master no less and I knew I was being dispatched to my death. I served Brutin well and guarded him, his enemies are legion and I was able to kill with abandon and still study. The man was kind but hard as steel, he did not brook disrespect and he kept his manners around me, so I gave him respect in return.

So I lived among these people from all over, different types of beings and I learned. I learned of another area my Master chose to keep from me, nature and sex. I was embarrassed and overcome with emotions I had never felt before and I lost control. Seeming friends kept pounding away on me the joy of relationships and while my stomach roiled at the thought my heart would speed up and I would lose all semblance of control that I had so carefully constructed.

My pivotal changing point, that event that so changes your life no one can expect it was Brutin's desire to create an army. Like a child with toys he assembled his troops and appointed a commander. A droid named HX-909-A. This droid had attained self awareness never encountered in my world and at first I treated it with contempt. It was just a droid. But this Droid with it's awareness mirrored the principles that I had been raised on and it was the chief architect to defeat the Sith Lord I had been brought over to defeat. During a test of it's capabilities I was soundly defeated by this machine, my own imbalance and discoveries weakening me while it's own mastery of the very precepts I was raised on coupled to defeat me time and again. But it agreed to practice with me, to train and hone my skills.

And then I was inducted into this Legion of Chain to help it and I discovered the last trap my Master had set for me, the real safeguard he had instituted to keep himself alive against me. An incident within the Legion due to inactivity resulted in executions and punishment on a grand scale, with fifteen thousand men watching clustered together in military ranks. And with that fear roiling so close together I found that I was deeply empathic. Now most Sith are, and we hone that empathy and use it, channel it but what My Master had seen in me all those years ago was a strong empath able to harness a vast distance and with absolutely no safeguards by what the Sith provide. At that moment I was lost. I was turned into a thing as if My Master had triggered his secret weapon. If he had done this on that day I planned on challenging him I would not be making this holocron.

But my saving grace was the Droid we called Hex. This self aware machine, my commander, this machine that exhibited mastery of the very school of thought I had been taught my whole life demanded control from me. And when I swore to it that I would overcome this defect, that I would erase this weakness it believed and gave me that chance. It never realized that it was like having my Master teach me, so close was the logical thought between the two and with new energy I learned the skills I needed to lock this part of me away under control.

Now this tale reaches its end. I was again among Brutin's people and was witness to a wondrous event. Ammy Spiritor, an Alchemist I have befriended in hopes of learning Alchemy from since My Master has not, walked outside and unleashed a torrent of power so strong it nearly overwhelmed me. I stumbled outside to find her laying on the ground insensate and I knelt beside her and began siphoning off the excess energy for my own use.

It was with great surprise that Ammy stirred to life and looked at me, not with her own eyes but the eyes of a being of pure spirit held in check by her flesh, a being intent on Chaos who willingly fed me it's energy so long as I did these acts of chaos and so I absorbed vast amounts of power. I will admit I became drunk on it so great was the power and eventually this power was closed off to me by others in an attempt to limit my power.

It did not work. I have meditated for several hours now and control this power. I have at my disposal a spirit the others are intent on destroying. I know of the Sith rituals to purge this being. I have promised Ammy that I will purge this being, though I will harness this spirit for my own uses. This is the Sith way. Just as you have met me inside this holocron. So shall I bring this Ammy the Chaotic down and absorb her completely.

For the tale laid at your feet it is enough to know that I have ascended beyond any previous limits and I am now a Master in my own right. I have decided to take on an apprentice and then venture back home and slay my Master so that I can become the Master and abide by the Rule of Two.

You have improved but you are done for the day, you are distracted

Verishia opened her eyes and sighed. She had been at this for hours and was tired but she had come so far. "I was in danger of my life last night and spared having to fight as I was presented a gift. I am being taught to use my mental disciplines without using the force." She said as she stood up and looked at the tiny figure of Darth Geddon as he watched her from on top of his holocron.

You have no skill without using the Force, that is unnecessary

"Thanks to Darth Slaughter I have no training in using the Force." She bit off the rest of her words. He no longer had a right to the term Master. If Brutin didn't need him so badly she would have enjoyed killing him for the betrayal. She stretched out her body and used the Force to retrieve her saber which she attached to her belt.

The Sith use the saber only as a taunt to the Jedi and you will overcome that handicap and use the Force for your own purposes

"From now on I swear it, but I am going to learn this psionic discipline as well. I have formally been accepted as a student by another Master." She said and turned to Darth Geddon.

You cannot escape your fate and you will surprass your Master at some point or perish, it is the Sith way

Her shoulders drooped and she turned to the door. "Am I going to kill my comrades?" She asked and Darth Geddon contemplated, causing her to wonder if the spirit in the holocron was thinking or a computer database was being accessed.

You must always take the path that leads to power. The question is how much do you seek that power? If you are Sith, remove them

She walked out the door as the holocron shut down and Darth Geddon slumbered once more. She walked across the lawn from the Temple of Woe to Hex's Laboratory and as the sentry guns tracked her she wondered if there was a code in their memories to identify her and destroy her. She had no doubt she could escape the fire from the guns, it was the betrayal by invoking those codes that would truly damage her. But she was Sith and needed to be prepared for that eventuality.

She stepped into the lab and let her eyes adjust, she had not been in here since trying to destroy the Sith Master that prompted her assignment here. There was a cage with an engineered Ysalamiri in it. She didn't see Ammy or Hex but she had no doubt that Hex knew she was here, he had probably tracked her movements across the compound. Normally she would be alarmed to have someone watching her movements so closely but Hex was a student of her own school of rational thought. Until he calculated there was no saving the situation she was safe.

She sat down cross legged on the floor against the cage and closed her eyes. Her memories flowing back to the all day lecture she had never taken. She would harness her abilities two different ways and over come Jedi and non Jedi alike.

It was the only sure way to rule.