#zarazha

Writer's Note

She was absolutely perfect for a while. Then shading went wrong. But, all in all, not a bad first attempt.

Killing Courtesy, Part Two

"Pathetic! Laranna Fain was a waste of breath and a waste of time... She did not even put up enough of a fight for me to break a sweat before she pushed me aside and locked herself up in the airlock. What a child... Threatening to kill herself by releasing... Naturally, I was not going to let her do that, as I wanted to run her through with my lightsaber. It is certainly a good thing that I have learned how to be... persuasive.

But what perfect timing her death was...

Lord Vivicar himself decided to call her just as I was washing the floors with her blood, and so I decided to have a little conversation with this supposedly great Lord of the Sith. He's nothing, he will die being stripped of all illusions of self importance, and I will savor every single second of it.

Of course, that is not what I will tell Master Syo Bakarn...

For now, this mission has ended, and I can return to hunting down the remaining ill Jedi Masters, so that I may swiftly end this fool's errand, and focus on the one that is responsible."

Killing Courtesy, Part One

"I am getting closer to ending this whole mess. I can taste it... But before I have my revenge, I have to deal with this... Laranna Fain -- no doubt the daughter of the soon to be late Duras Fain.

Master Syo Bakarn sent me to investigate a distress call he received from a Republic ship named Carida, and as I was itching for a fight with the potential for a kill, I wasted no time going there. After all, the longer I waited, the larger the chances of her getting away, and if I cannot kill the father, I will make sure the bloodline is cut.

And it appears I was right on time. The troops locked her up as best as they could, having watched her go insane and talk more and more about this mysterious person named Vivicar. She had slowly started going insane, and now she's preoccupied with throwing people out of the air locks. How childish... I was done with that game when I was six.

This is not the first time I have heard this name, but it simply confirms my thoughts on who he is and why he is doing it. I'm also convinced that Laranna was an accidental prey that he simply found a way to use for his purpose.

There is only one way to find out.. But first, Laranna needs to die."

Shadowing Brilliance, Part Three

"How appropriate it is that we would locate Duras Fain in an Imperial prison that Tharan himself helped design... As a traitor to the Republic, his fate was sealed long before he entered my life.

He truly has lost whatever was left of his mind, and this constant mention of Parkanas makes my fingers itch for a face to focus my rage on. I know I have said it before, but I will hunt him down and end him, if it is the last thing I do.

Though, Duras Fain was not as weak as he appeared, and gave me a real challenge as I pushed my lightsaber staff against his. It is quite extraordinary how much pleasure it gives me, simply to allow the Dark side to embrace me.

Of course, I mutter a silent curse under my breath at the fact that I will not be allowed to aid in his torture, as the Hutt Cartel's enforcers came to collect him not long after his defeat. I wish I would have been given the honor of killing him myself, but I comfort myself knowing just how much agony he will suffer at the hands of the Hutts. After all, they do not appreciate having their troops humiliated, and gangs risen under their noses without at least getting a portion of the profit.

But I am quite pleased that Tharan decided to join me in my travels. His brilliance will become quite useful, and I am sure I can find other ways he can keep me entertained..."

Shadowing Brilliance, Part Two

"I suppose I knew, deep down, that it would not be as simple as to walk into Master Duras Fain's headquarters to end his miserable existence, but I will not allow myself to be taunted and mocked by someone as pathetic as him. The people he has chosen to use as his minions offer little comfort for my raging desires, either.

And to complicate the matter, the Hutt Cartel has sent enforcers to collect him, as if they have the rights to end his life before me. Tharan and his pink, annoyingly cheerful holographic lover better come up with an idea to get this son of a Kath Hound before the Hutt Cartel does, or he will move himself to the very top of my list of people to kill."

Shadowing Brilliance, Part One

"Nar Shaddaa...Home to the most corrupted of creatures, the heart and soul of thieves and shady businesses. If I had not been here on a mission, I would have taken the time to linger, perhaps even drop by my father's old estate... Knowing Khayne, he has kept it neat and tidy, and is likely using it to seek refuge from the insanity that is the Republic.

Of course, there is a chance that he has not let himself madden by their ways, but he cannot deny the blood that runs through his veins any more than I can.

My mission here, however, is to seek out a professor, named Tharan Cerdax, who has offered to help capture the next Jedi Master who has fallen ill.

Urgh, if I have to pretend to do what is good for the Republic by saving these Masters from their fate, I might become sick myself. But I remind myself that this Parkanas has interfered with my initial mission, and I will not rest until he has seen just what the daughter of Wrath is capable of.

Theran might prove to be useful, however. His knowledge of technology is impressive enough to give my sister something to think about, and his ideas are -- at least so far -- efficient. I have infiltrated the group that Master Duras Fain has taken over, thanks to him, and have been called to meet him in person. It should prove to be quite entertaining, if nothing else.

Though, I have to say... Pretending to be an upstanding Jedi of the Republic pretending to be with the Empire might just have been the highlight of this journey."

"Oh, I am quite sure that my family could construct a speech lasting for days, based on the events of my childhood. I was not an easy child to entertain, I'm sure, but being who they are, they've always been around to make sure my blood thirst never went unsatisfied."

"My dear parents,

I am quite aware of my emotional attachment to my home might well be the undoing of my mission with the Republic, but at the same time, it is what drives me to be as good as I can be. I wish this mission over with, so I can return to you victorious. However, having stumbled across this plague that haunts the Jedi Masters, I am afraid that my mission has taken a rather strange turn, as I am tasked with healing them one by one.

Naturally, they will all perish as I drive my lighstaber staff through their broken bodies, burning their flesh from the inside out, and the Council will be none-the-wiser.

Still, as I walk the wastes of Taris, I can feel the judgmental glare that comes with being a pureblooded Sith, and I can only imagine what it must have been like for my brother... He always was a sentimental son of a Bantha, and I cannot imagine he would take likely to the insulting glances that even I have gotten in these parts. Still, it feels almost humbling knowing that I'm walking the same paths as him. His resolve and loyalty to the Empire might have been weak, but his skills with the Force is undeniable. However, if you tell him that I have admitted to this, even Wrath will not be able to dodge the consequences...

However, my secondary mission is getting me close to no where. I regret to inform you that I have not yet uncovered any leads on the matter, but I will not give up. The Republic WILL pay for their actions..."