Riczo Pollix

[Axelpro]

My Journal

I have to exist, at least in some way. I mean when I die I don't want no body to know who I am and what I have accomplished in my time, but in my brilliance I realize that existing will be a hindrance for me in any endeavor I seek to undertake. Thus this journal for when I do pass I will exist and become known, famous even. Until then I will just keep logs.

My name is Riczo Pollix, um, at least I think it is, or maybe it is Cyrus Sunfell, hrm, or perhaps Tavik Dulgan, well that is not truly important. I am a Human born on one of the planets inthe Nirauan system. Of course I deleted any recordings of the event and anyone who may have remembered me from childhood, including my parents. I was raised there for a never ending period of time, or at least I thought that. I escaped on a lone vessel that brought in supplies. From there I came to Corellia where I finished maturing. All the while I kept a low profile, as a common street urchin, although that time it wasn't by choice. There wasn't a single person in the universe that would offer me aid. That was when I realized the world was filled with devils. Not a single sole was pure, and I was included in that assumption.

I was about 17 when I realized that advantage of not existing. I was on the streets when there was a killing in front of me. I saw the killer and could ID him, but I refrained from telling officials for fear of existing. Instead I used computers to locate the killer's living quarters. I proceeded to blackmail him for a large sum of money. With that I left Corellia for Coruscant, by means of stowing away of course, taking an official flight would require me to become known. Upon arriving on Coruscant I made every attempt to disappear and observe from afar. This included using the some of money I received on Corellia to purchase exactly 78 Premium quality Identities. Each one without an appearance making them completely interchangeable at all times. Of course I proceeded to kill the ID manufacturer after I received my order.

Minor entries detailing minor blackmailing accounts.

If my calculations are correct then I was about 32 when I heard the leading crimelord on Corsuscant was apprehended. Immediately I was able to draw up calculations and saw that Coruscant's economy would plummet in a matter of months without the criminal portion of the economy. I surmised that I would fix Coruscant's problem and I erected a Factory for my base of operations, or I should say I convinced the rather desperate owner, Marz Elsin, to become my lackey with promises of wealth and security. I used one of my names so that he could always recognize him, but at the same time I became employed at the very factory I now unofficially owned. It was a loss, I had to sacrifice two of identities in order to secure this, but it was a loss I had already calculated into my plans so there was no real damage done.

Through Marz I was able to secure a number of shipments and using the money earned I purchased two Droids capable of high quality cosmetic surgery. So that in case I was every seen by any person I could disappear. I programmed the droids to wipe their memory of me and remember only one of my identities, by name only. Their memories would wipe any time I gave the command word "Delete". Even to that extent I only gave orders to Elsin, or anyone else via Audio device.

I think I am 45 now and have a large sum of money so that I can compete for the position of top crime lord in Coruscant. Of course I was not known, for I simply fed them one of my identities for them to latch on to, that brought the total to four, still not out of my calculations.

While doing my research I came across the "Jack of Spades" a criminal on Tatooine. I used my resources and brought him to Marz Elsin's side under the title of "bodyguard". Of course he fed on the identity that I gave Marz. I was able to pick up a couple of Elsin and Royal's conversations where Royal would praise a certain Solomon Teklar. It was then I designed to incorporate Teklar into the program. Elsin, under my orders, employed Space Pirates to attack Mr. Teklar, and also according to my calculations the Hutt Boss on Tatooine forced the Pirates to retreat. Although my goal was not necessarily to capture him, but rather shake up his psyche. Just like my calculations he made a slip in his preparations for a checkpoint three months later.

Then the next stage of my plan was to use and dismiss Marco from my service. I had him break into the prison on Bespin, an act he did willingly. He did so with specific instructions to give Teklar as soon as he encountered him detailing information on how to get to the Weapons Factory. Of course according to my predictions he was able to rescue Mr. Teklar, but at the expense of his own freedom. Teklar arrived at the factory and I had already instructed Elsin on what to do. Elsin falesly informed Teklar that Royal was our best man and that there would by a 5 million credit fee. Of course just escaping from prison Teklar knew all of his assets were frozen and that he couldn't hope to get his former boss to pay that kind of money. So Teklar submitted to Elsin who then informed him that he would have to work under Elsin's employ. This entailed Elsin doing, of course with my direction, nothing more than giving Teklar a high grade blaster pistol, and new clothing. Elsin informed him that any amount of money Teklar made should be transferred, after menial expenses, directly to Elsin. I then ordered Elsin to transfer 1000 credits into Teklar's account and sent him on his way. Of course I charged the blaster, the clothes, and the credits towards his debt. It was the exact end that my probability equations predicted.

Of course if this Teklar was in fact able to amass enough money to offset the debt I still had Marco who was still incarcerated something I could still dangle over Mr. Teklar's head. He would serve his own purpose as another means of continual income.

All this and I still had 74 identities that I cycled through regularly to undertake any other endeavors. Those who think they know me simply fall short at my hand because while they may know my Identities they foolishly believe they know I exist. I don't exist in my mind, rather I bring those identities to life in order to toy with those people. I will never exist until I the day I stop breathing and someone discovers this journal.