Zadkiel

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. You must remember this each day of your life. You are not guaranteed a tomorrow, a next week, or a next month. With this in mind, you must throw yourself entirely into what you are focused on today and live for the moment. The excitement, the adrenaline, the next breath of cool air drawn in as you stare down death's rictus grin. This planet permits those with excess money or the will to commit great acts of violence to laugh at that grin, because here...You can die more than once and simply wake up in another body, without scar or malfunction. Immortality granted to those who commit the greatest and worst acts within the Galaxy. No one stops to think that they should be told No, This inability to accept Death seems to play into the natural desire of the Sith to play at seeking immortality, but for the rest he questions their motives. Is it fear that prevents them from accepting the inevitable when they meet their better on the battle field? Is it their own secretly harbored ideas of Glory or Immortality that lets them have their own clones here, simply waiting for the day they fall? Pride? To think that they alone can choose when to accept the hand they are dealt. His stride is slow, focused. His cloak is drenched from the torrent of rain outside, wrapped tight around his form. The lightsaber at his hip hangs heavy like the heart of the guilty. Blue eyes peer out from beneath his hood, tendrils of the force slipping through the structure with insidious intent. Detecting each life like a blip on the radar as he makes his way towards the turbolift. The laboratory below is inactive; guided by his hand he reactivates it and he begins the process of prepping this planet for genetic cleansing.

Emotions have a time and a place There is strength in emotion, but there is also great weakness in them. It's a double sided blade that too many Sith end impaling themselves on. He stands in the same position with a stoic demeanor. There isn't a need for emotion here and now and with the connection forged it's made all the easier. Behind blue eyes, he witnesses the new world. The fabricated, visual interface provided by Kain. He doesn't take advantage of the seating offered, it would be little more than an expression of creature comfort. Pointless, ultimately. A first date; he has to swim through this sea of things about this creation that he is unconcerned with. It does nothing but create this disdain for Kain that will, with time, fester and intensify. He is a man that believes first and foremost in Human superiority, Kain is a Mistake. The Galaxy has many of them and Zadkiel will only pause for rest once it is Purged entirely. This is not something he would seek to obfuscate from Kain. It's something the A.I. could figure out on it's own undoubtedly, but it doesn't change the fact that in the here and now they could help each other to a degree. The Galactic Alliance is a major hindrance. With their beliefs centered around Equality, of Alien rights, and many other things that leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He wants this Alliance decimated entirely, the Empire that rises in its place will have many of its own flaws but it would prove more favorable than what is in place now. A structure that would permit him to work more freely towards his own ultimate, personal goals. But no, He won't do this for Kain. He won't even do this to destroy the Galactic Alliance; it will be done because this would be a major Catalyst in the Galaxy, forcibly shoving it in his preferred direction. Do not hold me up as a hero of an organization with its own festering flaws, Just provide me with the tools I require for this job to be Done.

Unafraid Vibrant blue eyes look the man over in a casually judgmental manner. He is not a particularly impressive specimen, however it is just an outfit that another wears at this point. Is the man a shapechanger, or is there something much more nefarious at work? He remains quiet, listening. 'Jensen' is straight to the point, as is preferable. It's infinitely frustrating to deal with those who can't say what they mean, to mean what they say. Running around in endless loops as you try to drag the information out of them despite their resistance. Often times its not even resistance due to the information being sensitive...It's just them being 'shy' or idiots. His interest in the Empire is stunted, at least in it's previous incarnation. Rather than reply, he simply makes the connection to the server with his wireless signal, waiting expectantly for the individual to continue.

His companion has retreated to find a bit of rest. Most of the trip through space had been dominated by rigorous training that had left marks on both of their bodies, but it was nothing new. He remains at the pilots seat, permitting the shop to dock with his before he moves deeper into the sheep to greet whomever invited him here.

Identity (Basic Info) [!ident] Real Name: Zadkiel A.K.A: Zad Homeworld: Courscant Species: Human [With various cybernetic enhancements] Physical Description[!dscrp] Age: 28 Height: 5'11" Build: Medium; muscular Hair: Blond; kept short Eyes: Blue Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Nothing exceptionally high tech or protective. At most there is reinforced clothing that provides only moderate protection, for the time being Weapon: x1 Red lightsaber, vibroknife, x20 Light razorblades Common Inventory: Comm Cybernetic Enhancements: Hookshot in right arm [Removal from the arm without being fired is possible, letting the reverse end be used as a tool or weapon however it's a last ditch sort of weapon] Neural implants that allow interfacing with various electronics, backups of his 'brain' are stored in several separate locations. Muscular enhancements Lack of natural genitals, replaced with cybernetics with no other function than waste removal and increased testosterone production Faction Information [!factn] Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force User Alignment: (Optional) Chaotic Evil Current Faction Affiliation: Unaligned; Ties to the Empire and Sith Current Faction Rank: Master Level force User History[!hstry] Force Side: Dark Trained by: Alora Trained who: Malyss, Sasori Known Skills: Strong Survivalist skills, excels at hand to hand combat, neural computer interface supporting the slicing of computers and general ability to connect with most machines with basic ports [Also permits remarkably enhanced capacity for learning], moderate weapon smithing skills, noteworthy charismatic leadership qualities, remarkable capacity for personality suppression Background: Born to a Rich Family, possessed sociopath tendencies, directed at the Sith at a young age. Fed into the brutal, sadistic culture and rapidly ascended. Relatively unknown compared to many of the greater names, but made it to Master Rank regardless of this. He's had multiple alterations to his physical form. His brain has been digitized and stored in various computers, updated every so often. Spent the last year or so cultivating anti-alien sentiment and Sith leanings within the under levels of Courscant.

"Is this it?" "Yeah. Should be." "What now?" "We wait, get some sleep while you can." The cold silence of space is too unsettling for those used to the noise of a more populated planet; somewhere onboard the ship, a sink is left on to produce white noise.

There is no method to my madness There is no rhyme to my reason I am not a higher class of criminal, I am not an insidious evil you only see when it is too late I am everything that is wrong with humanity. I am everything you wish you could be on your worst day, everything you refuse to think about on your best days. Blatant evil, Sadomasochism, An inflated self-perception, and insatiable desires are all traits I claim as my own. Insanity is not counted among them. I am Perfectly sane in my depravity, there is no failing of the human mind here that propels me to ever worsening acts against humanity Does this lack of goals outside of being something akin to an evil incarnate make me less desirable, less of a threat somehow? Does feeling that shiver of sexual arousal when I kill yet another weak person - unable to defend themselves - make me weak, because I prey upon the weak for sport? I do not hate you because you are kind of heart, I do not despise you because you believe in morality, truthfully I do not even hate you because you might practice the Light Arts... See... ...I hate you, Because You're Alive. Because you haven't yet Screamed for me, Cried, Bled, Died for me. It happens in the middle of the night. A little girl rises from her bed after having a bed dream, she walks down the hallway to her parents room and opens the door to find a traumatically brutal scene involving the remains of one parent. The other is missing, presumably kidnapped, for no other reason than to inspire false hope that one night they might be returned, safe, alive.

Zadkiel snatched the datapad from her as if it was the most precious thing every created and simply turned and left without another word. He shoved his way past various people of various species, not even pausing long enough to feel disgust for them as he made his way back to the hanger. Once inside of his ship, he fired up the engines and plugged in the coordinates for Coruscant-taking off and disappearing from the system as quickly as he had appeared.

Zad scanned the various figures on it, deleting them as he dismissed them. Most of them could obviously be dismissed, as they didn't have the proper”¦feel. On the seventh one he stopped; it was a man, but it was unmistakably her. A genuine smile spread over his lips as he looked to the Golden Link Employee pointing her out. The figure was registered under the name Slayde. ”œThat's her. She still here? Where is she?”

He muttered something about her mention of not being able to give him access to their computer being fine. Zad was a fighter and didn't have much grace when it came to anything technological-at least, anything of that sort outside of weapons. He moved closer to the desk, not wanting any of the various people mulling about the casino to over hear his description of the girl. Perhaps it was because he didn't want them trying to go after her, but more then likely he was simply too possessive to let anyone else save those absolutely necessary know about her. He'd be the one to kill her, no one else. ”œShe is approximately five foot nine and in the weight range of one ten to one twenty pounds. She's female, but is very androgynous so might be mistaken for a man. Her hair is pitch black and her eyes are silver; she's young”¦about twenty, but looks older. She would have been in here around a week ago-to get a room. Unsure about how long she stayed, or if she's still here.”

”œI have the specific time frame the figure arrived in. If you'll allow me access to your security feeds during that particular time, I can point the person out and your security team can check out if she is still here, or if you have any indication of where she moved on too.”

Zad watched the women approach, feeling a bit annoyed that they would have a woman as their head of security. Someone had obviously been lying when they said things here were top-notch. With such feelings, he wasn't surprised when she said she wasn't the security chief-but that didn't make things any better. He still had to deal with the red headed woman. ”œI'm tracking someone, someone very dangerous and I have reason to believe she was, or still is, on these premises. Will you cooperate in my finding her, or shall we wait until your guests start turning up as nothing more then scarlet ribbons in a bath tub full of blood?”

The Warrior at the seat of a space's freighter sent in the proper codes and received clearance to land; basic procedure that they seemed to really be enforcing as of late. He mused, while bringing the craft in, that perhaps they were having security problems. His ship touched down in a public hanger and he moved to the back, stripping out of his armor and tossing his weapons aside. There was no point for him to bother trying to bring them in, as he doubted that security would allow it and he wanted this to go as smoothly as possible. He was just here to see if the girl was still here, or if she had ever even been here and then get out of here-nothing more, nothing less. The Hedonist could keep their trivial fun and games, but to some people there were more important things then gambling and wondering where you'd score your next girl, or guy. He exited the ship, clad in a pair of combat boots, pants, and a sleeveless shirt. Scars covered his arms and neck, some of them coming up from his chest and several of them obviously from lightsaber burns. Security checked him, finding no weapons but detecting his cyberware in his arm, neck, brain, and crotch. He grunted when they asked for an explanation, merely lifting his slightly long dirty blond locks to show them the metal circle at the base of his neck that would help explain the high number of implants he had. Very few, mainly only Sith, had that sort of implant. They let him pass, assured he had no weapons aside from his questionable right forearm. The bone appeared to be laced with some sort of metal, if there even was a bone left there and there was no way to tell what was inside it, but upon further inspection his flesh and muscle was all there-so for him to pull a weapon out of that arm would be nothing short of blindingly painful, immensely stupid, and considerably time draining. He walked past all the people enjoying themselves, shaking his head in disgust. They were wasting money, wasting time, getting lazy and fat while a war raged between governments and religious fanatics. They didn't have a care in the world, in fact he wondered if they even cared about the war at all or if they lived out their lives in this place. This place, where they were safe to indulge any vice they wished-even wrath, considering the training rooms they had. He felt”¦Jealousy at their simple lives, but quickly shoved the thought into the depths of his mind as he focused on his target and arrived at the security desk. He spoke in a gruff, barely used voice. ”œI need to speak to the Head of Security. It's very important”

A freighter, having already sent its codes to the Naboo government, cut through the atmosphere and cruised low over the planet's surface. The pilot was quiet as his scanners searched for a particularly large underground hanger. It was easy enough to find-Zad felt the darkness surrounding it long before they touched down. It was fifty kilometers outside of Theed and had a sparkling lake not to far from the door step. The scanners told of a vast underground hanger that could hold many ships and his force sense told him they were being watched by at least twelve concealed figures; each prepared to try and take down the ship if some unknown, yet specific trigger, happened. The pilot touched down forty meters from the right side of the expansive mansion. He began performing post-flight checks as the Sith Warrior stood and left the ship. His senses scanned the area”¦the number of those watching him seemed to be growing exponentially. 12 17 22 34 63 His eyes began to scan the area trying to see the formless beings. While he could feel their eyes, their presence all around him watching him”¦he couldn't pin point them. It was as if some unknown entity was scrambling the precise nature of his six sense to keep him off balance and at a noticeable disadvantage. Rather then wasting to much time letting his paranoia get to him, he moved around the front of the house. Two statues, or at least something that barely qualified as such, stood ten meters out on either side of the walk way leading up to the door. They almost appeared as if they were made out of the earth itself, but such a thing would be inconceivable-if they were to withstand the test of time that was. He could feel her taint at this place and in the surrounding forest. She had spent at least a day here recently, but any time before that had been too long ago for him to discern. He entered the house. All was dark and quiet, but didn't give off the appearance that it had fallen into disuse. Someone, or something still lived here. They had to be the ones watching him”¦perhaps they recognize him from Bespin and had hidden out of fear of what he might do to them. Zadkiel brushed the thoughts away and moved into the garage of the mansion. There were several speeders equipped with heavy weapons and a couple of speeder bikes, but one spot was freshly empty. Only a day or two had gone by since the bike that had been there had disappeared. He jumped off of the elevated platform and moved over to one of the bikes, starting it up. It was at that moment that the pilot entered the garage. ”œYou going to be staying here, cause I've got things to do and need my money.”

The spacer he had snagged a ride from was roughly thirty standard years. Zad had to think to recall how old he was and even then he wasn't quite sure. He felt he was only around five years younger then the man, but couldn't be sure. It was obvious by the man's demeanor that he was intimidated by Zad and his weapons, but with the amount of credits offered he hadn't been able to refuse-especially when Zad touched upon the force just enough to urge him into agreeing. They were well on their way when the man came into the small kitchen he had on his freighter. Zad eyed him closely as he ate his sandwich, watching the man as he made a sandwich for himself and poured a little ale. Zad leaned back in his chair and watched on as his thoughts began to turn into a tunnel, focusing on one thing”¦but the man soon broke his train of thought as he spoke up. ”œSo, why are you after this girl? She got a bounty on her head, or something?”

Zad's eyes followed the various people leaving the space port in the Corellian city he had touched down in. He had stripped out of his armor after failing to see the need for it. The Sith Warrior Kakuto Ryu had spoken to him of its necessity, but Zadkiel preferred to take the brunt of any attack he could not deflect or dodge. He viewed it as punishment to himself for not having honed his skills enough to decimate his opponent before they could land a blow. Though, the decision on whether to wear the armor or not was but a fleeting one that hardly took up any time compared the amount of time his brain spent focused upon that one girl, that one horrid little girl-that wasn't even truly a girl. He loathed her, despised her, and wanted her dead more then the Empire wanted Domination of the Galaxy, more then the Jedi wanted peace, more then the Sith wanted chaos, and certainly more then the Alliance wanted a democracy. He still carried his weapons, at least the staff on his back and hilt on his hip, and made no effort to hide them. It was easy to distinguish that he was not one of what the Galaxy considered the good guys. No good guy exuded hatred and wore the scars Zad did with such pride. There was scarcely an inch of flesh that had not been marked by a weapon of some sort-the most obvious being the trails left by a lightsaber as it was drug over his body. People parted for him and looked at him, fearful for their own lives. He merely ignored them. He was here on a mission and attacking some random civilian would bring the attention of Corsec to him; attention he didn't want but likely already had. He made his way through the city, his eyes taking in the various establishments and significant features; he processed them and cross-referenced them with the information he had ripped out of the droid, using them to arrive at what appeared to be a freshly demolished building, perhaps only a few days ago at the most. An elderly Twi'lek was standing outside of her own house, looking at the rubble and shaking her head slowly. A smile spread over Zad's lips as he matched her up as being the slave that had worked for the girl's family so long ago. A gust of wind captured his blond hair and carried it upwards for a few seconds before releasing its invisible hold. He moved forward, the Twi'lek noticed him and was frozen in fear at the sight. She tried to run inside at the last second; Zad shoved her forward through her open door as she tried to run and followed her inside. ”œTell me of the girl you used to watch over.”

A small ship touched down inside the Sith temple's hanger. The sophisticated auto-piloting feature had brought the ship in and landed it with no problems, letting the figure inside rest for a few more moments before he stirred. His arms were folded across his bare chest and his hair hung lightly over his eyes, hiding the crystalline blue orbs from view. The scars that covered his body were easily visible, especially the lightsaber burns that ran up and down his chest and back. The cockpit of his ship opened up, letting him out. It was as simple as jumping over the side and landing firmly on the hard ground of the temple. He had spent many days and nights in this place; practice, training, honing. All his life he had sought to better himself so that he might take his rightful place above all others, but now that mattered little to him. All that mattered was finding that ship that the girl had arrived on and searching it from top to bottom, ripping it apart to ensure that he found every last bit of information that might be a clue to her whereabouts. The ships in the hanger were many, but not so varied. It was easy to tell what the popular models were with abut a casual glance. Most of the popular ones were relics though and probably wouldn't hold up against today's star fighters-unless of course they had a serious overhaul done. He spotted the small freighter she had arrived in, back in a corner hidden behind an assortment of fighters and other freighters that had been abandoned here by Sith hopefuls. Getting in was simple, taking only a few seconds of cutting through the door with his weapon then flinging it across the hanger with the force. He stepped into the ship, preparing himself for any defenses that might try to stop him. It'd be a foolish mistake to let some automated turret cut him down before he had the chance to murder that girl. Several minutes passed as he began his preliminary search before he came upon the girl's personal chambers. There was a deactivated droid in the corner that brought a spark of hope to the man. A wire extended from the plug in the back of his neck and attached itself to the droid. It suddenly activated, but only for a brief second as all of its information was drained and processed. Zad's mind performed what could only be compared to a search one does on the holonet. Information on the girl and each of her murders she had kept information on came to him. Over the next day he ripped the ship apart looking for more information, but finding nothing of use. By the time he left it would only be useful as scrap parts.

Zadkiel stepped out of the stolen medical transport, surveying the machine world of Mechis III. He hadn't been here in quite some time, in fact last time he had been here it was for much the same reason as he was this time. To receive new cyberware and upgrade the digital copy of himself he had left here. The latter of the two would be a relatively simple task, but the former required extreme force of will for what he planned. He could feel the cold, calculating gaze of the machines on his scarred body. They would not attack him, for they knew who he was and that he worked for the Master, but that did not mean they liked him being there. Zadkiel was indifferent really; they were robots and as such they had no feelings beyond those that they were programmed to experience as best as their digital minds could replicate. His steps went unheard in the depths of the planets factories. He entered the medical bay and began programming what he required into the computer. The last piece was only a replacement; he would remove that portion himself. Once everything was ready he pulled put his lightsaber and stripped out of his clothes. He took in a deep breath”¦holding it”¦ It is a distraction. It only serves to hinder. The room was dim; his face was bathed in the crimson light, making his blue eyes appear to be covered in blood. It allows others to manipulate”¦it's a pain in my ass! In one swift motion the Sith removed his own genitals. They dropped to the ground with a plop. He gritted his teeth as his mind reeled from the pain and the stench of charred flesh saturated the air. He dropped his deactivated weapon to the ground and placed his hand against the medical room wall to steady his body. He hadn't expected the pain to be so potent”¦but all he could do was chuckle. His chuckle soon turned to a full blown laugh as he stepped back from the wall, his eyes wide and his mouth letting out his psychotic laughter. He extended his fingers and lightening jumped from them, sending the organ into a spasm as it flopped around much to his twisted glee. It was a testament to his sanity after coming so far in the force. __ Zad's eyes opened slowly to see the face plate of a medical droid. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and threw the robot off to the side. His body ached, at least the parts that had the feeling back in them. He flexed his right arm, feeling his altered bone structure. It would be a lot harder for anyone to snap, but that wasn't why he had his arm altered. In the palm of his right hand, under a thin layer of regenerative syntha-flesh was a hole large enough for his hook shot to fire out of. He looked down at the external cyberware he was no equipped with. It's only true purpose was to keep his body from poisoning itself; something that would have happened would he not have had it installed. He let out a groan, rubbing his head as he stood up. He made his way across the room and equipped his, now repaired, armor. His weapons were placed on his body and soon he made his way to a station he could tap into. A wire extended out of the back of his neck, coming around and hooking into the dataport. In a flurry of images his brain was copied and digitized. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as some thoughts passed his minds eye faster then others-the end result was certain memories being ingrained into every fiber of his being, to the point he couldn't forget them if he tried. Soon he was on board a star fighter, programming the data for his next stop into the ships computer. Five minutes later he was gone.

Zad nodded his head, accepting Kakuto's words. He thought this moment would bring more pride then it had. Something about what he once thought would be a great achievement felt so utterly lack luster that it astounded him. He had reached the rank he deserved, but it wasn't what he wanted. He would have to go else where to find what he desired and only once he was done there would he be free to bath in his new found status and power. Without a word he left the figure that towered over him and made his way for the medical facilities on the planet. He made quick work of a medical freighters crew and took the ship, preparing it for lift off. Once in hyperspace, he slid into one of the bacta tanks on board after tending his wounds.

The police cruisers pulled into the garage at the station and quickly tried to shut the large doors before any of their pursuers could get in. There were only a handful of gang members left, but the police station was still full of officers. Zad had purposely let himself fall the middle of the pack, letting those surrounding him unwittingly become his meat shields. When he took note of the door closing, he slowed his speed and focused on the leader of the back. The man's head suddenly jerked to an odd angle. He was dead, but his speeder continued barreling forward until it exploded against the thick doors in a fiery display that pleased the little kid in Zad. The other speeder bikes and swoops turned away to avoid crashing into the debris; Zadkiel merely powered forward into the lower portions of the hanger before him. His armor protected him from most of the fire and the swoop only had minor trouble with the debris. They had set up a defensive line near the back where they were preparing to lay waste to anyone that dared to enter. In a spectacular display of acrobatics, a key instrument to Zad's secondary style, he leapt off of his swoop and ignited his weapon. The majority of the shots were unable to touch him while he was in the air and by the time he touched the ground the swoop had exploded and cut the line in half. There were still at least thirty men in the room with ten more coming out of doors on either side of him. He deactivated his weapon and brought his arms inwards. The tiny bumps on his arm exploded outwards, sending dull and sharp razor blades out in every direction. The screams that filled the air were horrifyingly sweet and would only fuel the Sith further in his rampage. He made short work of the remaining few that had been untouched, and then made his way up the stairs in the far corner to the main hanger area. He went around to every ship that had missiles loaded onto it and set the timer for five minutes-only activating the timer once each one was set so that they'd be hooked together. Is this the best your order has to offer? His lip curled in disdain. You're a sorry excuse for a Sith. His eye brow twitched in hatred. I'd rather leave you alive and so that you might suffer, knowing what I did to you today. He let out an eye piercing scream and charged forward, using the force to rip anything that stood in his path down. His scarlet lightsaber was out, a blur of motion as he passed from room to room, leaving decapitated bodies, split torso's, and limbs in his wake. His mind was only focused on one thing; eliminating all of those who stood in his way of completing his task. His anger was drawn from the girl he hated with every fiber of his being, the women that had let him live and thoroughly made a fool of him. Zad barely noticed when blaster shots hit him, when slugs pierced his armor, or when a melee weapon tasted his blood. Pain was power and he was no stranger to it. His body was covered in scars, the most prominent being inflicted by his own lightsaber-but not by his hand. His step faltered when a series of explosions ripped through the building. Zad, with his fight or flight thought process kicking in, dived for a window and crashed through it. He easily crossed the street and was able to dig his gauntleted hand into the building there, to slow his fall to a crawl. The building behind him was burning and there was a massive crater left where the hanger had been”¦but he couldn't find it in him to care. All he felt was hate. Not for the Galaxy, not for the people on Bespin, not for anyone but that damned girl. He released his grip, dropping the two stories to the ground then coming down on one knee as he began the process of assessing his wounds, figuring out which ones would require attention and which ones he could leave to heal on their own.

((Patience is a Virtue)) Most of those that had been in the apartment building had gathered towards the front, taking up a position that would offer them protection as they shot at those below. Every so often he'd come across a small grouping of a few females and children, or something similar, and a few times he happened across a few men that didn't have it in them to fight. They were probably the ones that had the largest ego's, but when push came to shove they weren't even able to lift a blaster and help their comrades. ”¦Kill me”¦ The voice was his own, reminding him of his own darkest hour. There was a spark of anger and he decapitated the disgraces before him. He moved forward, faster now, and merely cut down anyone in his path. He could hear the E-web in the front room and the scent of charred flesh filled the air. As he entered the room, preparing to take over the weapon emplacement an explosion shook the ground and sent him flying back against the wall. He growled in frustration and moved forward. The gunner had been killed, leaving the weapon for the taking. He could hear the sound of a fighter in the air, but it was moving far to slow to be anything new. That meant it wasn't the police that brought out the big guns, rather it was one of the gangs. With a glance outside he was able to pick out the slow fighter, the Y-Wing., as well as the flaming wreckage of one of the police vehicles. Grabbing the weapon, he brought it around and targeted one of the speeders that hadn't been hit yet. Several officers were using it as cover”¦ The barrel began spinning, releasing a barrage of bolts. They left scorch marks at first, but soon began penetrating the armor of the vehicle. The police knew what was coming and tried to run, but the explosion enveloped them too quickly. The Y-Wing was coming around for another pass, this time it looked to be targeting the apartments. He raised his weapon and opened fire-only to see the shields absorb the entirety of his attack. All he could do was pull the weapon out of the window and jump out, running from the apartments towards the police. His crimson saber ignited and became a blurred flurry of movement as it turned away an onslaught of shots. He felt a rush of hot air that turned to a burn as it carried him forward; the explosion took out the entire front portion of the house were the majority of the gang members had been firing from. Zad hit the ground in a roll, skittering to a halt against a wall. Several of the officers that had regained their composure after the attack had closed in on him, leveling their weapons and yelling something at him that he couldn't make out. You're a pathetic pile of”¦ The words came to him, but his mind wouldn't finish the sentence. It was the monotone voice of an androgynous women that he despised in every since of the word. Rage filled his body and in a flash both officers were down and he was bounding between the buildings, pushing himself ever higher as the Y-Wing made its approach once again. The pilot had become the target of his ire this time and as such he had to die. He had to be put down. With one last push off from near the top of the building he was able to come down on top of the fighter, just behind the cockpit. This particular version was a two-seater with a small ion cannon on top. He ignited his lightsaber and twirled it once so that the blade was pointing downwards. The Sith Warrior pressed his palm against the bottom of the hilt and shoved the weapon forward, through the ships hull and into the pilot's skull. He did the same with the other man and within seconds the ship was losing altitude, threatening to slam into the building across the streets from the partially demolished apartments. His eyes scanned the controls, finding the weapons he used the force to activate the explosives on the bomber. At the last second before impact, he back flipped off”¦making it thirty meters away before the explosion, which carried him ever higher and threatened to melt his suit to his body. The extreme heat upon his body forced him to grit his teeth in pain, but it wasn't as bad as the first instant after he hit the ground and had the air knocked out of him. He groaned, pressing his body up and looking towards the ground. Fiery had consumed the building and it was threatening to collapse in on itself”¦and still there were people fighting below. The few remaining police speeders were retreating, with the human gang chasing after them on speeder bikes and swoops. Zadkiel leapt upwards and came down on top of one of the swoop riders. The vehicle was pushed down and almost hit the ground, but was quickly lifted back up as the former pilot was tossed free. He gripped the throttle and pressed it all the way forward, beginning his pursuit of the retreating police force”¦

Zad lurked in the shadow's, watching thugs fire blasters out of window's as the police tried to take them down. He could see a special unit's speeder a block away, out of sight of most of the people here. They would probably be able to clear the building and put an end to this fight before it truly began; that would be unacceptable. He heard the soft pitter patter of foot steps and the sharp yells of humans behind him. He couldn't help but grin, knowing that a human would notice her missing far before any other species could have hoped too. He moved forward, slipping around the back of the building to find the special force unit that would surely be trying to sneak in. Several of the three eyed, disgusting creatures came out of a door on the side of the building which prompted Zad to pull the staff off of his back and thrust the bottom of it forward. The dull steel entered the thing's face and came out of the back of his skull. He was alive for several seconds afterwards”¦until he ripped it's head to the side, slamming it into his partner's head which made him stumble to the side, struggling to hold onto consciousness. Zad pulled the blood soaked tip back then thrust it through the other creature's chest. Its pierced lung, it screamed, Zad let out an insane laugh that echoed through the alley and would send chills through the hearts of every figure that heard it. The body fell to the ground as Zad continued on his way. The air was alive with hatred and blood. It filled the Warrior with a perverse pleasure knowing that this was only the beginning-and as if on cue he heard the sweet sound of an E-Web in front of the building. It would cut through all who stood in front of it. His senses sharpened as he stopped at the corner. He could hear soft foot steps, he could feel the paranoia all around the group, the eagerness for blood shed”¦yet the composure required to not make a mistake. His ear twitched at the sound of a weapon being cocked. It was obvious they wanted this gang dead”¦and they wanted that death to be painful. A smile graced his lips and he moved around the corner. At first they didn't notice him, but he was still twenty meters away when they did. The warrior made no effort to speed up and when they lifted his weapons his crazed grin only widened. They opened fire, the silences on their slug throwers ensuring that no one else heard them. The slugs slammed into his armor, denting it inwards much to his pleasure. Pain was what drove him, what carried him from day to day, and the cause for the scars that covered his once perfect physique. He could feel the armor pressing in and with each thud his eyes became a bit wider, his mouth opened a bit wider, and his blood lust grew that much more. A scarlet beam escaped the tip of his scythe, curing downwards into a fearsome weapon. The fear was amplified through the force, causing several of the soldiers to turn tail and run and the others to freeze in fear. The first two were sliced in half with ease as the weapon ignored their powersuits. The next one had his throat pierced with the butt end of the weapon and the two that had ran were caught in the back, each with one lightrazor blade, and sent face first into the ground. Zad slowly approached them, pausing when he heard an explosion out front; music to his ears. He lifted his boot above the first soldier, and then slammed it down. The helmet folded inwards at the pressure and blood began pouring onto the pavement. He did the same to the next soldier”¦relishing the feeling of his life disappearing from the force in such a brutal way. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He twisted around, calling the two deactivated blades back to their holder as he did, to see what was causing the force to warn him. Something impacting his left shoulder, piercing his armor, his shoulder, and coming to a halt as it pushed the back portion of his armor out a bit. He growled in frustration, but his body reacted in a different way-taking a liking to the pain a bit too much. His body twisted around from the force, but he was able to stay up. The high powered rifle and its user were lifted from the ground and flew through the air until they were both right in front of him. The rifle turned to face its owner until the barrel was pressed against his temple. ”œYou should have shot to kill.”

Zad looked down at the body and by the time he looked back up Kakuto was gone, into the building's depths presumably to find a position to watch his first actions from. He leapt down off the building, failing and cushioning his impact through the force. Still the concrete was broken and pushed aside at the force of his impact, but the Warrior merely walked forward to the bottom and grabbed the lifeless man's head. He could feel a large amount of energy pulsing in the air, telling him that there was a large gathering not that far away. He could only assume that it was one of the gangs. Luckily it was in the opposite direction of the sirens. He quickly left the scene, dragging the body behind him as to leave a bloody trial, and moved towards the gathering. The man's hair was moist with sweat and sticky with blood, but Zad paid that no mind as he heard the first hints of music from inside the apartment building. A perverse grin consumed his face as he saw several of the ”˜ugly three-eyed aliens' that he had been told of. He felt an instant hatred for the sub-species. They had no right to live, no right to fight, or think. They deserved death”¦a brutally sublime beating that would leave them within an inch of their life, so that they might bleed out with no one around to cry over their worthless body. They were not Human. Their existence was doomed from the start. He left the body near the building and moved forward, pulling his bat free as he did. One alien had been facing him and saw him coming with the bat. He moved to draw his blaster, but before he could a razor blade ripped through his throat. The wound was instantly cauterized upon entrance and exit, but it had moved to fast to do the same to the jugular. The alien clutched his throat as blood began to pour out of his mouth and down into his lungs, drowning him. The one he had been talking to turned just in time to see the dull steel of Zad's bat collide with his skull. The crunching sound that followed was simply orgasmic in the eyes of the Sith known as Zadkiel. He didn't leave the man with only the shattered cranium, no, he continued. The alien fell to the ground and he called upon the force to give him a supernatural beating. Blood sprayed his face and a laugh escaped his lips. Brain goo stick to the bat and was flung off when he lifted it back to bring it down for another hit. The being cried out in pain as long as he could, but the music was too loud for anyone else to hear him. When at last he stopped beating the lifeless body, he turned his gaze to the alley he had come through. Flashlights were bouncing around; the police had found the trail and were following it. He ripped a piece of the alien's yellow shirt off and took off. __ Nearly four blocks away he arrived at a similar scene, apparently he was right on the boarder of the gang's territories. He watched for several minutes until he picked the perfect women out of the crowd. He wanted to take his time with this as there were more then enough gang members and police officers to last several hours with constant blood shed. By morning there would be an all out war”¦but for now, he would further set the stage. She was outside by herself, getting some fresh air. Apparently she didn't like all the smoke inside the building; she must have been someone's younger sister then. Humans cared for their own, so he knew if he took her they would come. She turned her back, on her way back in. That was when he struck, swooping in and covering her mouth with his hand. He leaned close to her, whispering in her ear”¦”

Zad let his cloak fall to the ground, revealing his rather bumpy armor and the weapons fastened at his hips. The first item he lifts is of course his lightsaber, the only weapon he when he first showed up on this planet. It was finely crafted, but it left room for improvement considering how long he had been a Sith and that he was a Warrior. After quietly fastening it back in its place, he lifts up a steel baseball bat roughly one and a half feet in length. It was obviously meant to be a skull cracker that would be wielding single handedly. ”œI plan to have this altered in two ways. First I will have repulsor technology added so when I hit, it's that much more brutal and I am going to have a Krath alter it so that it has freezing properties”¦so that my brutal hits are just that much more amusing.”

Zad's cloaked form moved through the streets. All those who laid eyes upon him felt his intimidating presence magnified via the fear technique he had only just learned a few weeks ago. His armor and the majority of his weapons were concealed; save for the large staff that was as tall as he was that rested on his back. It was a unique weapon that had taken a full weak just to properly assemble using the few obscure tid-bits of information he could find on it as a basis for his design. He could feel the presence of Kakuto Ryu, former Dark Lord of the Sith and Master Warrior atop one of the many buildings. It only required minor effort to make his way to the top of the building, all the while enjoying the surges of negative energy that surrounded practically ever person in this sector most likely due to Ryu having been around them for so long. He stopped just short of the massive, imposing figure and waited for him to speak.