Post by Hyperspace Ripper on Oct 30, 2005 15:18:59 GMT
*Many years had passed since his last act. His legacy, only but a distant memory to those who loved, hated and feared him. His name will go down in the history as the most troubled, yet sadistic character to have walked the core systems.*
::: Alone, in a candle lit room he sits, deep in thought. Physically, only a shell of the man he once was, however, this figure is more determined and tenacious than anyone believed possible. :::
))) BANG BANG BANG (((
::: He turns his head sharply towards the large oval door to left of the table where he is sitting. He rises from his pew and wanders over, pushing a small lock to one side and sliding open the top hatch. He peers out to be greeted only by the Coruscant winter frost. He glances to his right, then left. :::
"Hmm" He snorts
::: With a sly glare he peers towards the glowing night club at the end of the crowded narrow street. Towards it run three young Twi'lek girls. He smiles coldly and watches their curvy bodies jiggle in tight cloths :::
"Calm down," he exclaims quietly " your time will come again."
::: With that he turns and pulls the hatch of the door towards him :::
"Excuse me..."
::: The tall shadowy man pauses. His head turns to view over his right shoulder. There stands a small human boy. :::
"I am trying to raise credits for the Coruscant Moon Club. Would you sponsor me in a..."
::: The whole door swings open and the large man kneels on one knee, peering into the eyes of the young boy :::
"...Utaan... Slug eating.... contest..."
::: The Childs words become apathetic and his words mumble as the man stares with an intimidating glance. With a gulp the boy turns runs away, through the packed street :::
::: The night was dark and as he closed the door with a thud. He stumbles back over to the table in the center of the flickering room. As he bends his knees to sit, he lets out a little moan. His elbows prop up against the surface with his head in his large hands. :::
"Raped, killed, tortured" he whispers.
::: He slouches back into his seat and brings his clenched fists into view. He begins outstretching his fingers and repeating the names of victims of crimes gone unsolved. :::
"Selema Gui" he says in a deep croaky voice.
"Tela Bola" he says, as he stretches out his index finger to meet with the thumb on his right hand.
"Hariel Tam'lez"
::: He grins. He enjoyed that one. He remembers the way she screamed as he violated her body and ripped her apart with raw power... She was a Jedi Padawan, one who was strong in the force. This made him feel superior. He replayed this scenario with many other women... and although the Jedi began a huge investigation, the one they labeled as the Hyperspace ripper was never to be found. :::
With every name, another finger rises...
::: Alone, in a candle lit room he sits, deep in thought. Physically, only a shell of the man he once was, however, this figure is more determined and tenacious than anyone believed possible. :::
))) BANG BANG BANG (((
::: He turns his head sharply towards the large oval door to left of the table where he is sitting. He rises from his pew and wanders over, pushing a small lock to one side and sliding open the top hatch. He peers out to be greeted only by the Coruscant winter frost. He glances to his right, then left. :::
"Hmm" He snorts
::: With a sly glare he peers towards the glowing night club at the end of the crowded narrow street. Towards it run three young Twi'lek girls. He smiles coldly and watches their curvy bodies jiggle in tight cloths :::
"Calm down," he exclaims quietly " your time will come again."
::: With that he turns and pulls the hatch of the door towards him :::
"Excuse me..."
::: The tall shadowy man pauses. His head turns to view over his right shoulder. There stands a small human boy. :::
"I am trying to raise credits for the Coruscant Moon Club. Would you sponsor me in a..."
::: The whole door swings open and the large man kneels on one knee, peering into the eyes of the young boy :::
"...Utaan... Slug eating.... contest..."
::: The Childs words become apathetic and his words mumble as the man stares with an intimidating glance. With a gulp the boy turns runs away, through the packed street :::
::: The night was dark and as he closed the door with a thud. He stumbles back over to the table in the center of the flickering room. As he bends his knees to sit, he lets out a little moan. His elbows prop up against the surface with his head in his large hands. :::
"Raped, killed, tortured" he whispers.
::: He slouches back into his seat and brings his clenched fists into view. He begins outstretching his fingers and repeating the names of victims of crimes gone unsolved. :::
"Selema Gui" he says in a deep croaky voice.
"Tela Bola" he says, as he stretches out his index finger to meet with the thumb on his right hand.
"Hariel Tam'lez"
::: He grins. He enjoyed that one. He remembers the way she screamed as he violated her body and ripped her apart with raw power... She was a Jedi Padawan, one who was strong in the force. This made him feel superior. He replayed this scenario with many other women... and although the Jedi began a huge investigation, the one they labeled as the Hyperspace ripper was never to be found. :::
With every name, another finger rises...