Darth Galafina

Galafina Data Entry 4679...Encrypted, Access Denied...Security Clearance Required...

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If you are reading this, you have clearance, I am dead, or my slicers are not as skilled as I presumed. I have recorded this in my Archives for teaching purposes, as well as sentimentality. I was born many centuries ago, upon the world of Dromund Kaas, into the Demonista family. They were not well-known, but were constantly attempting to raise their positions within the Empire. I remember very little of those days, save for my mother's perfume. At age 4 I was sold to a Darth, only called Jin'wo, meaning 'Dark One' in High Sith. In exchange, the Demonista family was granted titles and wealth, which thrust them into nobility within the hierarchy of Dromund Kaas. I suspect Jin'wo purchased me due to the Force being within me, but I will never know for certain.

My earliest clear memories are of the cold durasteel floor I was forced to sleep on, within my prison cell. I didn't understand why I was there, or that my parents weren't coming back for me. All I truly knew was my name: Aendria.

I was not alone, within my cell. There was an Abyssin, and one yellow-skinned Twi'lek, both roughly my age. I remember looking at the Twi'lek, and seeing what looked like burn marks on his lekku. It frightened me, and I started crying. Neither of them reacted to it, or me. It was as though they were already dead. The next day, Jin'wo took me to his vault. There were hundreds of scrolls, tucked into shelves, each one carefully preserved. I did not understand it at the time, but they were made of tu'kata flesh, dried into rudimentary parchment. There was a new one pinned to an altar, which I did not want to approach. The parchment had writing in a language that was unknown to me. Jin'wo forced me there and cut the palm of my left hand. As I screamed, he forced the dripping blood onto the parchment, which ignited with dark energy. The writing remained brightly lit as I was dragged from the chamber and thrown back into the cell. The Twi'lek gave me a frightened look, that was almost sympathetic. The Abyssin just stared with his large eye. We were kept alone in the cell, fed only when required, through a sliding compartment in the door. No education or explaination. I remember as the burns on the Twilek became more extensive, seemingly on their own, and how the same burns began forming on the palm of my hand, where the cut had been. Only the Abyssin seemed immune. We barely spoke, our fear dominating us always. I do not know how long that time was, it could have been years. I was able to learn their names. The Twi'lek was Eladren, and the Abyssin was called Luk'uul.

I remember when another child was thrown into our cell, a human female. She stood almost immediately and began hammering against the door. When that failed, she grimly turned to us and announed her name: Lilith. Lilith demanded to know where she was, and what was happening. It was she who proved to be our savior. There was little we could say, but I did warn her about the room with the many scrolls, and the burns that by that time had spread up my arm, to my shoulder. Eladren's had nearly reached his head, which always concerned him. He had spoken of how he'd begun to experience headaches, and lapses in memory. I think we had all expected to eventually die by that time. It was Lilith who finally gave us hope. When Jin'wo came for her the next day, she fought him, striking and scratching. When she bit his hand, he shocked her with reddish lightning that had a wicked scent. Eventually, she was brought back, with the telltale cut on her body, this one on her cheek, perhaps as punishment for her having bitten him. She still refused to give up hope. Lilith was always determined to escape, and to take us with her.

Even when Eladren became unresponsive and eventually died, as the burns reached his brain. Instead of allowing it to break her, Lilith insisted when Jin'wo came for the corpse, we needed to kill him. Luk'uul and I readily agreed, as the sight of Eladren's death had awoken us to the truth. Either we would die fighting against Jin'wo, or we would die from the burns, which seemed far worse. The moment the door to our cell opened and Eladren's body began to levitate, we struck. Luk'uul slammed his body against the door's opening, preventing it from closing. Lilith and I crawled under his legs, only to experience severe pain from the red lightning. I refused to let it stop me, and was able to put a deep gash across Jin'wo's face with my nails, having scraped them into crude points in preparation. He could have easily killed us, but didn't. He needed us alive as long as possible, which I was to discover later. Before he could react, Lilith was able to slam him to the ground. She screamed for Luk'uul and I to run. I turned, and Lu'kuul was coughing up blood, the door pressing against him in an attempt to close. I realized then he had not been immune, the burns were inside of his body. I screamed as he was crushed to death, some of his blood striking my face. Obeying Lilith, I ran as I had never run before in my life. I was able to find a way out, into the storms of Dromund Kaas. I was ashamed for leaving Lilith behind, and completely overwhelmed. I had not seen anything save for the cell in many years. After running myself into utter exhaustion, I collapsed, blacking out as the tears ran down my face. Eladren, Luk'uul and Lilith were the only family I'd had.

I remember waking up to someone prodding me, to see if I was alive. It was an Imperial soldier, performing a sweep of the area. He rescued me, and brought me to a medical facility. The burns on my left arm, I was to discover, were more of a mutation. It was as though my cells were being altered by some unseen power. A Sith was brought in, which did not sit well with me. As it was, she declared I'd been altered with Alchemy, and needed to be taken for observation. She then asked me who I was, and where I came from. I told her my name, and described what had been done to me. She introduced herself as 'Lord Jadistra', and asked me if I wanted revenge. Naturally, I said yes.

I was taken as her Apprentice. Jadistra educated me, mainly on the nature of the galaxy and the Force. It was then I saw everything as it was. Peace was indeed a lie, a fallacy, something fools tried convincing themselves if they repeated it enough, it would somehow be true. Through a series of tests, Jadistra was also able to inform me the 'burns' were actually the corruption of another, one so delved into the Dark Side that were they to experience it, it would ultimately kill them. We were able to deduce the truth. The scroll was an Alchemical contract, bound to my very blood, my essence. Through it, I was to take on Jin'wo's corruption, which is why he wanted his prisoners alive. I gave myself over entirely to vengeance. I took the Sith name Galafina, hunted down my parents and murdered them. I learned Alchemy, the very thing I hated most, using it to prolong my life, as well as conceal the cursed corruption that slowly spread. I captured and forced a renown Jedi healer, called Avenran, to use his techniques on me, so that the corruption would not affect my brain, killing him afterwards. It took me centuries to find and kill Darth Jin'wo. I have done many things that brought me dark and bloody satisfaction, but nothing...nothing compared to the utter shining bliss I felt, feeling him die by my hands.

What I did not expect was for the same dark energy surrounding him to pass directly into me, following his demise. My eyes became yellow, and my hair turned white. I realized my options were simple...feed it, as he did, which would eventually kill me, or turn me into the very abomination I loathed, or pass it to another. This was arguably the greatest and most difficult decision I ever made regarding myself and my path. I chose neither. I decided to keep the power, and never feed it. It seemed appropriate, to ensure it was never used by anyone again.

Once the last of my hesitation left me, and I was at long last able to heal myself, I found myself at quite the loss. I had pursued the same goal for centuries, and now that it had been achieved, I did not know what to do with myself. It was then I understood my preference to working with non Force sensitives, and the non-foolish. Perhaps it's a weakness, to compare it to my days in imprisonment with Lilith, Eladren and Luk'uul, but I do not care. If anyone wishes to be snarky with me on the subject, I will be ecstatic to listen to them scream apologies between begging for death.

If I am indeed dead, if that is the purpose of this entry being read, allow me to pass on a piece of wisdom I have learned. Never, ever, under any circumstances, place your fate in the hands of another. Be who you are, because you wish it, and seize control of your own life. To dilute yourself into not being first in your list of priorities is self destructive, foolhardy, and will do nothing but damage you, perhaps worse. And if anyone refers to you as selfish for it, laugh in their smug, self-righteous face. They will learn soon enough, or they will die with misery in their wretched hearts.

Darth Galafina.

...Data Entry 4679 Concluded...