My Father,
Korriban is much as you described. A dry and dusty place filled with the whispering of the dead. It has been a good place to test myself and my will. I fear that some of the worries that consumed you have come to pass. Three times I have been tested for genetic purity. The overlords pushing this absurdity do not seem to understand how ridiculous it is. What is the point of such an activity?
Sith has long since ceased to be a racial name. I look at my hand with its five digits and am amused that once again I have been confirmed as a pure blood. A small man with silver hair and pale pink skin boasts that he too is Sith. He is proud for all the wrong reasons. This needless pursuit of imagined purity weakens our empire. It disgusts me, but I harness that emotion to face the trials ahead.
Along with the genetic tests, there are the loyalty trials. We must show ourselves willing to bend to will of the Emperor. I harbor doubt that the acolytes singled out for elimination are truly disloyal, or merely weaklings or the children of political rivals of the Dark Council. Surviving Korriban is more about learning to judge other Sith than learning about the force.
Today, I met a man that I believe you would like. He called himself Gharr. He is small of stature, but not in power. There is desire and drive in him. We have talked often, he and I. We do not always agree in philosophy, but he is not so weak as to dismiss the ideas of another. We have formed an alliance, he and I. I will play the part of Massassi to his Kassai, for now
Your wisdom continues to me, father.
Itanya Adonai
