IC- Lord Grievance Vexx
Vassek III - Fortress, Medical Room
Vexx rolls his eyes at Sharkish'Ki's comments, but chuckles in spite of himself. Though laughing tends to be painful for one in his condition, finding humor in his own degradation has been the way he has learned to live with being so grossly altered. EV-A4-D had been a superb teacher in helping the Kaleesh learn to take quips and smart remarks at his own expense with grace and patience. Though his appearance replicates the late General Grievous, the same cannot be said for the cyborg's temperament.
"Spritely? I prefer deadly, but whatever floats your boat, Apprentice." He continues listening to Sharkish'Ki speak, though he offers no response until A4-D is finished securing his faceplate. After that, he rises slowly, clearly experiencing some level of discomfort as his eyes remain scrunched shut for a few moments before he shakes his head and turns to look at the Death Apprentice, the hint of a knowing smile just barely traceable behind the expressionless ceramiplast visage.
"The General and I have been in many a discussion about your future," he replies, lapsing into calm pacing with clawed hands clasped behind his back, "Our house has roles yet unfilled and it is our duty to equip you. It was tasked to me to find something that would yield knowledge to you. I know a great deal about the Clone Wars era thanks to my own personal journeys into the past through research. I knew of a holocron to be hidden on Kamino; tried myself to seize it a long time ago, but...it was not meant to be knowledge in my hands in that day or this one. It is meant for you. Were it not, you would have failed this mission...as I did."
Unlike many Sith, Vexx sees no point in casting himself in an infallible light. He has many losses scattered among his strings of victories and being transparent about them is something he has conditioned within himself, reliving the humiliations of past failures so he might never grow too proud or think himself truly "unsquishable". Indeed, his own mortality is ever before him. Just as it should be.
He is strongly tempted to tell Sharkish'Ki that getting angry at the holocron will definitely work for no other reason than his own personal amusement. The idea of watching his apprentice glare and growl and shout at an inanimate object certainly has an entertaining appeal to it, but no. This is Sharkish'Ki's future; something the Krigsbefallaf does not, nor will he ever, take lightly.
"Holocrons are most intriguing devices," Vexx continues, gesturing toward the tetrahedron in Sharkish'ki's hand, "You need not emphasize any hatred or fury to get it to yield. You only need your palpable connection to the Dark Side, patience, and some meticulous telekinesis to gain access to its secrets. With the Force, you learn the mechanics of what holds the device together and with telekinesis, you manipulate those mechanics into an unlocked position. Come. My war room will provide a quiet setting where you can focus."
The airlock to the medical room yields with simply a thought from the Krigsbefallaf as he snatches his cloak from a hook on the wall and wraps it about his broad shoulders. He then sets off into the maze that is his fortress. After traversing several corridors that light up as he passes, Vexx leads Sharkish'Ki to his war room, a vast chamber filled with maps and data containment devices as well as--you guessed it--weapons, lining every wall. He gestures to a circular table illuminated internally by soft blue light in the center of the room, inviting his apprentice to place the Sith artifact here where he can circle and study it from every angle and learn what holds it together.
Tag: @Sharkish’Ki, @Reiis Invadator
Vassek III - Fortress, Medical Room
Vexx rolls his eyes at Sharkish'Ki's comments, but chuckles in spite of himself. Though laughing tends to be painful for one in his condition, finding humor in his own degradation has been the way he has learned to live with being so grossly altered. EV-A4-D had been a superb teacher in helping the Kaleesh learn to take quips and smart remarks at his own expense with grace and patience. Though his appearance replicates the late General Grievous, the same cannot be said for the cyborg's temperament.
"Spritely? I prefer deadly, but whatever floats your boat, Apprentice." He continues listening to Sharkish'Ki speak, though he offers no response until A4-D is finished securing his faceplate. After that, he rises slowly, clearly experiencing some level of discomfort as his eyes remain scrunched shut for a few moments before he shakes his head and turns to look at the Death Apprentice, the hint of a knowing smile just barely traceable behind the expressionless ceramiplast visage.
"The General and I have been in many a discussion about your future," he replies, lapsing into calm pacing with clawed hands clasped behind his back, "Our house has roles yet unfilled and it is our duty to equip you. It was tasked to me to find something that would yield knowledge to you. I know a great deal about the Clone Wars era thanks to my own personal journeys into the past through research. I knew of a holocron to be hidden on Kamino; tried myself to seize it a long time ago, but...it was not meant to be knowledge in my hands in that day or this one. It is meant for you. Were it not, you would have failed this mission...as I did."
Unlike many Sith, Vexx sees no point in casting himself in an infallible light. He has many losses scattered among his strings of victories and being transparent about them is something he has conditioned within himself, reliving the humiliations of past failures so he might never grow too proud or think himself truly "unsquishable". Indeed, his own mortality is ever before him. Just as it should be.
He is strongly tempted to tell Sharkish'Ki that getting angry at the holocron will definitely work for no other reason than his own personal amusement. The idea of watching his apprentice glare and growl and shout at an inanimate object certainly has an entertaining appeal to it, but no. This is Sharkish'Ki's future; something the Krigsbefallaf does not, nor will he ever, take lightly.
"Holocrons are most intriguing devices," Vexx continues, gesturing toward the tetrahedron in Sharkish'ki's hand, "You need not emphasize any hatred or fury to get it to yield. You only need your palpable connection to the Dark Side, patience, and some meticulous telekinesis to gain access to its secrets. With the Force, you learn the mechanics of what holds the device together and with telekinesis, you manipulate those mechanics into an unlocked position. Come. My war room will provide a quiet setting where you can focus."
The airlock to the medical room yields with simply a thought from the Krigsbefallaf as he snatches his cloak from a hook on the wall and wraps it about his broad shoulders. He then sets off into the maze that is his fortress. After traversing several corridors that light up as he passes, Vexx leads Sharkish'Ki to his war room, a vast chamber filled with maps and data containment devices as well as--you guessed it--weapons, lining every wall. He gestures to a circular table illuminated internally by soft blue light in the center of the room, inviting his apprentice to place the Sith artifact here where he can circle and study it from every angle and learn what holds it together.
Tag: @Sharkish’Ki, @Reiis Invadator