So, it seems like you managed to get to my holocron, eh? Guess that means I'm probably dead, then again you never know. Sure, I'm reaching this conclusion based on the simple fact that my flesh and blood self isn't handing this little shell down to an apprentice or one of the line, but the galaxy is a strange place and so long as you give it enough time? Seems to delight in springing surprises on us all. Which brings me to the big questions, eh?
There are plenty of secrets I could share, hidden gems and lessons. I can even keep things nice and professional if you like, get you whipped up into shape in no time flat!
No Ekkreth, I'm not trying to possess you or slip some chains on you.
Oh, I know more then most, less than others. And of course I know who you are. I know some of your story after all. Or at least, the bones and maybes. Time is one of those little tricks that the Force likes to play on us after all, and perspective only helps you know how much you either don't know or can't know. And trust me on that, THAT was a hard lesson to learn.
Still, before we delve into my story, I have some questions for you little storm, whose sister is the mighty dragon. You train with Yoda yet?
Ah, the little troll still have the chess board I gave him? Never joined the order but I enjoyed those little chats. Trust me kid, you too will eventually reach the point where some good conversation, a pleasant game partner who has no fear of you or need to suck up? I have never tasted tzai, but I can say that it is as good as chilled spice wine.
Oh, I know I'm an odd one. But you see, thats the thing about my kind. We hunger, all of us. Not just for good food, not for wealth, but for security, for power and safety. For the control that we feel we need to possess in order to be safe. Most seem to think if they can drown it all out with grand and vibrant displays that they can convince first the galaxy and then themselves that yes, they are in control, they have no fear! Never seems to work very well, and there is always more needed to prop it all up.
Me? I could always hear it, smell it, feel it. From the time I was a blind and crawling little thing seeking out the brood pouch, I was aware of the beating heart of creation. In a way, I never left, as childish and juvenile as that might make me sound! But, chuckling aside, why am I bringing this up? Simple enough. I was always too busy listening to feel afraid and it was myself that I sought to truly master.
Yeah sure, I had slaves. Most of which were either apprentices or released after a decade or two with some education, marketable skills and some credits. Kid, I never claimed to be a saint. Granted, given the bar some of my relatives set, to say nothing of Darth Sideous, I know thats a low bar to clear.
Speaking of relatives, how's Jabba doing? Ah, choked to death by your sister. Figures it was a Skywalker that would do him in.
Still, now to tell the tale from the very beginning. This may take a while.