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OOC: My AIM would be GashJiren, in case it anyone requires it... enjoy.
IC:
Darkness.
This one, of an artificial sort, not of the variety which permeated the soul of the man which it cloaked. Cloak was, too, the correct word for it. He wore the darkness as if it were clothing, a dark cloth with which he concealed what lay within and without. Such was the mind of Karrix; an endless mass of cliches and contradictions. Clutter was, they said, a sign of genius, and no mind could be more cluttered than his.
But was that darkness only cast by the lids covering his eyes? Nay, impossible... the madman's very presence cast shadow, of course! Yes... a god among men, or at least in his own mad, fevered vision.
The madman sat patiently aboard a public transport shuttle, one outbound from Coruscant. Indeed, he appeared at rest to the casual observer; calm and controlled. But the mood and mindset of this one was as fickle as the winds, and changed as often. A pale-green skinned stewardess passed by, her lekku twittering nervously by her sides.
One of the dark eyes of the man who sat in the seat closest to the viewport slid open, the alien nature of the woman becoming evident in the bright lighting of the grey, durasteel cabin. A Twi'Lek, he decided, and smiled slightly.
Beautiful creatures.
But as quickly as that thought came, it went; carried from his mind's eye by the insane anger which perforated and flooded his very being.
Ugly, hiddeous, stupid, ignorant, inbred ***** of a being, not fit to wallow in the Hutt slime from which she had likely been born, least of all fly aboard the same ship as Karrix Moraei!
Both of his eyes shot open. Karrix stood swiftly, his simple clothes taking the form of the plate of thin armor they were supposed to conceal. The Twi'Lek woman smiled with false pleasantness, motioning that he should sit. The only served to infuriate the dark-haired man more. His hand shot out, striking her across the face. She backed away, shreiking for help from those other attendants aboard the craft.
One rushed toward Karrix, a male human. Dressed in plain Imperial clothing, he could be easily identified as a security officer; he drew his blaster pistol, shouting at Karrix to sit down immediately. But the madman only smiled back insanely, wondering vaguely why they were so upset. Could they not see that hiddeous being in their midst? But...
The idea struck Karrix like an Imperial Star Destroyer. He could see them all... ugly... misguided. Fools, all. They were in, with that ***** Twi'Lek!
Karrix's smile faded into a sadistic grin as the security officer's shouted orders faded into the background, mere pleas of mortals at a God's feat. The madman's hand shot up with unbelievable speed, grasping the human officer's arm, as it continued to hold the pistol in his face. The larger Karrix squeezed, bones crunching with a sickening pop-pop under his palm. Karrix took the blaster pistol from the man's now-useless hand.
And he killed them.
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With a four hour's hyperspace journey behind him, Karrix entered his intended destination. Time meant nothing to him; he was a god among mortals! Not bound by time, nor by space. He could move without the use of such a crude vessel, made by the infidel fools who were Corellian crop-eating ants at his feat. He merely used those foolish tools as a concession to his stay on that plain of mortality.
Odd questions pestered the corner of his mind. Hadn't he wanted to end up here, all along? Why had he taken a vessel destined for Nar Shadda...? Strange. How had he planned to get to the Sith Empire world, without killing the crew of that shuttle?
Karrix shrugged the thoughts away. He had not planned to kill those aboard; it was they who had done him such paramount wrong that their punishment could be naught but death.
But he would walk no further. They would come to him; how could they do otherwise, but grovel at his feet in gratitude for gracing that place with his mere presence!?
"Come... destiny has arrived..." Were the only words he spoke in his utter madness.
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