Post by Murdock Reyes on Sept 5, 2015 16:52:28 GMT -5
Name: Varrak Braza
Race: Barabel
Age: 37
Birthplace: Galactic Space in the Mid-Rim.
Allegiance: Himself
Status: Dark Jedi/Merc
Rank: Splicer/Jedi Hunter (In free time)
Height/Weight: 6' 5" / 72.5 Kgs
Appearance: Varrak stands average for his race, albeit a bit heavier. His eyes have a dark crimson to them, with a dark undertone, malice hiding deep within them. Varrak's scales have a light grey-ish hue to them, allowing him to blend into the darkness rather well. He typically wears darker clothing, but only if the occasion calls for it. Varrak's tail is constantly wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to move unhindered. Varrak has scars across his body from previous hunting expeditions he would undergo, along with some from a few fights. A large scar leads from the top of his right shoulder to the middle of his right hand, several small cuts along the line have made the line harder to see. A arm guard on his right forearm helps cover this a small bit, along with it housing Varrak's personal data pad.
Personality: Varrak is a hunter in his own right. Being mentally unstable to a point that he has a superiority complex. He constantly feels that he is better than any other living creature, and that it is his duty to eliminate those weaker than him. Varrak has met a few individuals to whom he had given his respect, only to end up killing them, a sense of loyalty never existing. Varrak is very susceptible to anger, and is rather quick to act on it, caring little for who is hurt in the process. While he loves the idea of a challenge and will relish the opportunity, there are times he'll know that he can't win a fight, even before it begins. This leads Varrak to see that sneak attacking an enemy to win a fight is just and fair in it's right, the strong against the weak.
Varrak's past is mostly just nothing more to him than a reminder of what approaches worked for what situations, and he catalogs them in his mind, memorizing every kill he's ever made. A sense of thrill and joy overcome him upon taking a life, leading to little regard for it.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment: Lightsaber (It's blade is blue) a small personal datapad built into a arm guard on his right forearm and a small Vibroknife.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Novice
Telepathic- Apprentice
Body- Apprentice
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Novice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Adept
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Hand-Held Blasters - Adept
Vibroblades - Adept
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Choke - Adept
Force Persuasion - Apprentice
Force Lightning - Novice
Force Drain - Adept
Force Barrier - Novice
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Tracking - Expert
Slicing - Adept
Leadership - Novice
Stealth - Adept
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho- Apprentice
Makashi- Novice
Soresu- Untrained
Ataru- Novice
Shien/Djem So- Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Untrained
Niman- Expert
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Untrained
Juyo- Novice
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Biography:
Varrak's mother was an idealistic woman to their race, having been born and lived with many other races, while Varrak's father was a traditionalist, believing that all barabel's belonged on their home planet Barab. During one of Varrak's mother's journeys, Varrak was born on her return to her home. There was minimal complications, resulting in an easy birth. Varrak's father was completely outraged with himself, feeling it his fault that his son wasn't born on Barab. This sparked fights between the parents often, even well into his childhood. Varrak's father began to bring him along on hunts from the moment Varrak could walk by himself, teaching him how to stalk prey and make a clean kill. This caused his mother to suffer from severe depression.The thought of losing her son to an animal during one of their hunts was almost to much, as her husband had come back before with deep wounds nearly fatal.
Fearful for his life on one particular hunt when Varrak's father had decided it was time for his son to become a man, Varrak's mother followed them at a distance. It was Varrak's hesitation that day when he found that his prey was a Durgolosk. Fear had paralyzed him that day, resulting in what little time it took for the Durgolosk to find them, nothing but mere moments. Panicked, Varrak ran from the beast, only to hear his mother's screams upon discovering Varrak's dead father hanging from the monster's mouth. Something in him snapped that day, and he could feel the fear his mother had, and the anger he felt towards himself was powerful. Feeling guilt he began to run to save his mother, only to find them both dead. Grief and rage both overcame him in that moment, leading him to return to his clan in shame. He was thirteen at the time.
Two years later Varrak had made his mark on the clan, his stalking techniques being superior to those of the rest of the clan. This led to him being one of the only few key hunters in the clan. Making him one of the best, as his preferred method was one of speaking up on his prey and plunging a knife well into their neck. This gained him the nickname among his clan of 'Blood-Bearer' often from hunts he would return with the blood of his kill upon his hands and arms. This honor led to him being one to train young ones to hunt in the place of parents that were deceased or simply not around. It was during one of these hunts that Varrak met his future mentor, Ruchba. Ruchba was a Miraluka, and something that puzzled Varrak, as he had never met another species that was so...different from those he hunted along with his own kin. It was this puzzlement that led to Varrak to stalk the man along with three young ones he had with him. Varrak had motioned to them to keep as silent as possible, as he had no idea what this man was capable of. He would soon find out, as the man had grown tired of being followed.
The man's lightsaber buzzed to life, causing Varrak to cringe at the very sound of it. He had never heard such a thing, and it sent a feeling of regret throughout his body. He should have sent the young ones home, and as a result for his lack of foresight, he had to decide what to do. It wouldn't be long for him to decide though, as the young ones, full of vigor and eager to show themselves as brave, charged the man. In no time flat they laid upon the ground, their bodies charred by the mystery weapon the man wielded. A rage overcame Varrak in that instant, he had been charged with protecting them, much as he had been charged to kill the mighty Durgolosk years ago, and he had failed both times. Lives had been paid for it, and Varrak felt he deserved the same fate, so in his anger he charged the man.
The man had seemed hesitant at first, almost as if he was scared, but that hesitation was all it took for Varrak to feel confident. Varrak had stuck at the leg of the man, finding his mark while simultaneously getting thrown back from an unseen force. Fear overcame the young man, what had caused the action was unknown to him, but what he did know was that now the man was a farther distance away than when he started. Varrak jumped to his feet and ran as quickly as he could to the man, seeming to be there in no time. It was at this point the man's weapon had disappeared, the mysterious light missing now. Puzzled, but still determined Varrak attempted another strike only to be stopped by a voice in his head. It was the man, and he had told Varrak that he was powerful, almost dangerously so, offering Varrak to come with him. Varrak was confused at how the man spoke without moving his mouth, and how he knew the language of his people. The man had dismissed the question and explained how he knew that Varrak's people would fault him for the deaths of the young ones, and not the man that stood before him now. Seeing no option Varrak agreed, only vowing to kill the man at a later point, to which the man simply invited Varrak to try as often as he liked.
Several years passed under Ruchba's training, and Varrak had taken a liking to the powers of the dark side. Embracing the emotions that he felt most, he often relied on the dark side for his strength when his body failed him. While he wasn't exceptionally good at this, he still attempted to channel it through his body, finding little success, while Ruchba had no issue with it. It seemed the only use of force that Varrak had been best with, was channeling the dark side, which gave him great joy at the idea of crushing his enemies, and putting it to practice. Along with learning of the force, Varrak had also been taught the way of using and crafting lightsabers. While Varrak had fully embraced the darkness inside him, he found that using restraint in battle was mandatory, his father's lessons still keeping hold in his mind. It was Varrak's belief that a good hunter had multiple ways of taking down what his target was, and that held true throughout his form training. After ten years of training Varrak had adopted what Ruchba considered one of the most beneficial, albeit weak, forms of combat. It was this style that ultimately led to Varrak finally killing his mentor, after the ten years of attempting to kill Ruchba during their training of Varrak's forms.
It was an encounter that Varrak had planned out for months before enacting, only to watch his attempt to gain an upper hand from striking while Ruchba was asleep, fall before his eyes. It was a long drawn out battle, one of which Varrak had used everything he learned, nearly loosing his limbs a few times in the process. It was at this point that Varrak knew this fight was to the death, it had only been a matter of time, and Varrak hadn't been expecting this kind of a fight. It ended after some time, Ruchba dead, and Varrak severely injured, having almost lost his right arm in the process. Pride quickly overcame him after killing the man, his long vengeance finally taken, and the rush of killing returned to him in waves. He hadn't killed a force user before this moment, but he had found his new favorite prey, something that had a much greater challenge, force users. This quickly became something of a hobby to him, killing those he could track down that were force users. Only very rarely taking the lives of those that use lightsabers, making the challenge even greater as each of these fights lead to more scars along his body.
Finding quickly though that funds were becoming less and less available to him as those he was killing rarely carried their funds on them anymore. This led to Varrak becoming a splicer, allowing him to not only get information he wanted on even more targets, but a decent sense of income. This new profession that Varrak took up, left him with less free time, but allowed him to plan his attacks more carefully. This led to more and more success with killing, and the thrill of staring death in the face and surviving. It was due to this that Varrak now refuses to return to his Barab, knowing that those that still remember him either consider him dead or a killer. The feelings of remorse and guilt from all those years ago no longer bother him, as he now sees them as what brought him to the place he is now, the Blood-Bearing force killer. A title which he bestowed upon himself, one that he felt he deserved, and oh how he loved the title. He was thirty-four upon giving himself this title.
The war had disturbed Varrak's plans, causing him to be more cautious, as he found that his bodies were slowly being discovered, and a few bounty hunters were actually hunting him. It didn't matter though, Varrak was three steps ahead, and chose to cease his killing for the time being, allowing the war to tear people to pieces. He would have no part in it, let them kill each other, he would take the aftermath of it, as he was sure there would be even more force sensitives, and he had no issue with waiting, but until then he would do what he did second-best, splicing.
Roleplay Sample: Varrak's smile widened at the sound of feet meeting the ground with haste. His prey had been running, and he loved every second of it. This was the third Jedi he had found this month, and this particular one was stronger than the rest. Varrak had a run for his money, and he was willing to bet any amount of credits that no matter what happened between now and the end of the day, Varrak would be left standing. Varrak's footsteps were muffled, nearly quiet against the metal he walked on, a small beeping came from a device in his pocket. An even larger smile crossed his face, the Jedi was attempting to escape by a pod, the fool, Varrak had disabled the pods when he first boarded the ship. There would be no survivors, no distress call, and no evidence that Varrak had been there. He could hear the breathing now, it was shallow, erratic. The Jedi was scared, scared and panicking, which Varrak could only admire, the Jedi were supposed to have a strong sense of the force, and the future at that, but this one it seemed, didn't.
Varrak allowed his footsteps to become heavier and louder as he neared the Jedi. A small chuckle passed his lips at he caught site of the scared woman. She was fast at work with the nearby terminal attempting to override Varrak's lock down, that was, until she heard his chuckle. The woman jumped from fear, it seemed she was pretty shaken, but Varrak didn't care, he had a mission in his mind that needed done, and this was it. It seemed that time slowed as Varrak crossed the room towards the woman, she was in shock, hope slowly drained from her face. Varrak smiled as best he could, his sharp teeth exposing themselves as he approached her. It would be over soon, she would be dead and Varrak would be gone, her fear saw to that, or at least it would have if the Jedi hadn't decided to attempt to take him with her. A large blast of energy flung Varrak across the room slamming his back against the wall. As he landed he cursed and scrabbled to his feet. He forgot to factor that in, the woman had seemed so defeated that she had caught him off guard. He made a mental note to never allow that to happen again and drew his Vibroknife from left boot. He could end this quickly, but where was the fun in that?
Varrak tapped the knife's hilt and it buzzed to life, and without a second thought Varrak ran for the woman then quickly jumped into the air, his head scraping the top of the room. The woman attempted to push him back once more, but the moment Varrak's eyes saw her move he threw up his own force barrier, he didn't have any intention of flying across the room. As the blast hit his barrier and it faded Varrak was slowed down and pushed slightly to the side, he really had to work on getting the barrier stronger he thought. As he fell to the floor, he tucked himself into a ball and sprang to his feet in a forward motion, ducking just underneath the Jedi's final attempt to move him. It was a mere moments of terror for the woman as the mistake had been costly, Varrak's left hand and plunged the knife into the woman's abdomen, and he twisted it slowly. Oh he would enjoy the last second of her life indeed.
"I guess the forthce wasn't withs you."
Varrak hissed behind his teeth. It was an intentional jab to deepen the blow, and he smiled as best he could to her face once again, knowing her last sight would be of his sharp teeth. The smile faded when he felt her body go limp against the knife and he pushed her free, her body hitting the floor with a loud thump. Tapping the hilt once more, the buzzing ceased and Varrak wiped the blood off of the knife on the woman's clothes. Last thing he wanted was to be hunted down by bounty hunters, but that wouldn't happen. Removing his small device he placed it on the terminal and his fingers flew, releasing his lock down and initiating a core engine malfunction. It wouldn't blow for several hours, but when it did, it wouldn't be pretty. Varrak set the other pods to release before the blast, each giving them random coordinates. Let them believe there were survivors, only to be crushed and devastated that their hopes would be ruined. Taking his electronic device from the terminal, Varrak climbed into a pod and set coordinates to a different planet. His job here was done, and his mind at peace, he only hoped it could happen again sooner.
Race: Barabel
Age: 37
Birthplace: Galactic Space in the Mid-Rim.
Allegiance: Himself
Status: Dark Jedi/Merc
Rank: Splicer/Jedi Hunter (In free time)
Height/Weight: 6' 5" / 72.5 Kgs
Appearance: Varrak stands average for his race, albeit a bit heavier. His eyes have a dark crimson to them, with a dark undertone, malice hiding deep within them. Varrak's scales have a light grey-ish hue to them, allowing him to blend into the darkness rather well. He typically wears darker clothing, but only if the occasion calls for it. Varrak's tail is constantly wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to move unhindered. Varrak has scars across his body from previous hunting expeditions he would undergo, along with some from a few fights. A large scar leads from the top of his right shoulder to the middle of his right hand, several small cuts along the line have made the line harder to see. A arm guard on his right forearm helps cover this a small bit, along with it housing Varrak's personal data pad.
Personality: Varrak is a hunter in his own right. Being mentally unstable to a point that he has a superiority complex. He constantly feels that he is better than any other living creature, and that it is his duty to eliminate those weaker than him. Varrak has met a few individuals to whom he had given his respect, only to end up killing them, a sense of loyalty never existing. Varrak is very susceptible to anger, and is rather quick to act on it, caring little for who is hurt in the process. While he loves the idea of a challenge and will relish the opportunity, there are times he'll know that he can't win a fight, even before it begins. This leads Varrak to see that sneak attacking an enemy to win a fight is just and fair in it's right, the strong against the weak.
Varrak's past is mostly just nothing more to him than a reminder of what approaches worked for what situations, and he catalogs them in his mind, memorizing every kill he's ever made. A sense of thrill and joy overcome him upon taking a life, leading to little regard for it.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment: Lightsaber (It's blade is blue) a small personal datapad built into a arm guard on his right forearm and a small Vibroknife.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Novice
Telepathic- Apprentice
Body- Apprentice
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Novice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Adept
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Hand-Held Blasters - Adept
Vibroblades - Adept
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Choke - Adept
Force Persuasion - Apprentice
Force Lightning - Novice
Force Drain - Adept
Force Barrier - Novice
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Tracking - Expert
Slicing - Adept
Leadership - Novice
Stealth - Adept
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho- Apprentice
Makashi- Novice
Soresu- Untrained
Ataru- Novice
Shien/Djem So- Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Untrained
Niman- Expert
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Untrained
Juyo- Novice
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Biography:
Varrak's mother was an idealistic woman to their race, having been born and lived with many other races, while Varrak's father was a traditionalist, believing that all barabel's belonged on their home planet Barab. During one of Varrak's mother's journeys, Varrak was born on her return to her home. There was minimal complications, resulting in an easy birth. Varrak's father was completely outraged with himself, feeling it his fault that his son wasn't born on Barab. This sparked fights between the parents often, even well into his childhood. Varrak's father began to bring him along on hunts from the moment Varrak could walk by himself, teaching him how to stalk prey and make a clean kill. This caused his mother to suffer from severe depression.The thought of losing her son to an animal during one of their hunts was almost to much, as her husband had come back before with deep wounds nearly fatal.
Fearful for his life on one particular hunt when Varrak's father had decided it was time for his son to become a man, Varrak's mother followed them at a distance. It was Varrak's hesitation that day when he found that his prey was a Durgolosk. Fear had paralyzed him that day, resulting in what little time it took for the Durgolosk to find them, nothing but mere moments. Panicked, Varrak ran from the beast, only to hear his mother's screams upon discovering Varrak's dead father hanging from the monster's mouth. Something in him snapped that day, and he could feel the fear his mother had, and the anger he felt towards himself was powerful. Feeling guilt he began to run to save his mother, only to find them both dead. Grief and rage both overcame him in that moment, leading him to return to his clan in shame. He was thirteen at the time.
Two years later Varrak had made his mark on the clan, his stalking techniques being superior to those of the rest of the clan. This led to him being one of the only few key hunters in the clan. Making him one of the best, as his preferred method was one of speaking up on his prey and plunging a knife well into their neck. This gained him the nickname among his clan of 'Blood-Bearer' often from hunts he would return with the blood of his kill upon his hands and arms. This honor led to him being one to train young ones to hunt in the place of parents that were deceased or simply not around. It was during one of these hunts that Varrak met his future mentor, Ruchba. Ruchba was a Miraluka, and something that puzzled Varrak, as he had never met another species that was so...different from those he hunted along with his own kin. It was this puzzlement that led to Varrak to stalk the man along with three young ones he had with him. Varrak had motioned to them to keep as silent as possible, as he had no idea what this man was capable of. He would soon find out, as the man had grown tired of being followed.
The man's lightsaber buzzed to life, causing Varrak to cringe at the very sound of it. He had never heard such a thing, and it sent a feeling of regret throughout his body. He should have sent the young ones home, and as a result for his lack of foresight, he had to decide what to do. It wouldn't be long for him to decide though, as the young ones, full of vigor and eager to show themselves as brave, charged the man. In no time flat they laid upon the ground, their bodies charred by the mystery weapon the man wielded. A rage overcame Varrak in that instant, he had been charged with protecting them, much as he had been charged to kill the mighty Durgolosk years ago, and he had failed both times. Lives had been paid for it, and Varrak felt he deserved the same fate, so in his anger he charged the man.
The man had seemed hesitant at first, almost as if he was scared, but that hesitation was all it took for Varrak to feel confident. Varrak had stuck at the leg of the man, finding his mark while simultaneously getting thrown back from an unseen force. Fear overcame the young man, what had caused the action was unknown to him, but what he did know was that now the man was a farther distance away than when he started. Varrak jumped to his feet and ran as quickly as he could to the man, seeming to be there in no time. It was at this point the man's weapon had disappeared, the mysterious light missing now. Puzzled, but still determined Varrak attempted another strike only to be stopped by a voice in his head. It was the man, and he had told Varrak that he was powerful, almost dangerously so, offering Varrak to come with him. Varrak was confused at how the man spoke without moving his mouth, and how he knew the language of his people. The man had dismissed the question and explained how he knew that Varrak's people would fault him for the deaths of the young ones, and not the man that stood before him now. Seeing no option Varrak agreed, only vowing to kill the man at a later point, to which the man simply invited Varrak to try as often as he liked.
Several years passed under Ruchba's training, and Varrak had taken a liking to the powers of the dark side. Embracing the emotions that he felt most, he often relied on the dark side for his strength when his body failed him. While he wasn't exceptionally good at this, he still attempted to channel it through his body, finding little success, while Ruchba had no issue with it. It seemed the only use of force that Varrak had been best with, was channeling the dark side, which gave him great joy at the idea of crushing his enemies, and putting it to practice. Along with learning of the force, Varrak had also been taught the way of using and crafting lightsabers. While Varrak had fully embraced the darkness inside him, he found that using restraint in battle was mandatory, his father's lessons still keeping hold in his mind. It was Varrak's belief that a good hunter had multiple ways of taking down what his target was, and that held true throughout his form training. After ten years of training Varrak had adopted what Ruchba considered one of the most beneficial, albeit weak, forms of combat. It was this style that ultimately led to Varrak finally killing his mentor, after the ten years of attempting to kill Ruchba during their training of Varrak's forms.
It was an encounter that Varrak had planned out for months before enacting, only to watch his attempt to gain an upper hand from striking while Ruchba was asleep, fall before his eyes. It was a long drawn out battle, one of which Varrak had used everything he learned, nearly loosing his limbs a few times in the process. It was at this point that Varrak knew this fight was to the death, it had only been a matter of time, and Varrak hadn't been expecting this kind of a fight. It ended after some time, Ruchba dead, and Varrak severely injured, having almost lost his right arm in the process. Pride quickly overcame him after killing the man, his long vengeance finally taken, and the rush of killing returned to him in waves. He hadn't killed a force user before this moment, but he had found his new favorite prey, something that had a much greater challenge, force users. This quickly became something of a hobby to him, killing those he could track down that were force users. Only very rarely taking the lives of those that use lightsabers, making the challenge even greater as each of these fights lead to more scars along his body.
Finding quickly though that funds were becoming less and less available to him as those he was killing rarely carried their funds on them anymore. This led to Varrak becoming a splicer, allowing him to not only get information he wanted on even more targets, but a decent sense of income. This new profession that Varrak took up, left him with less free time, but allowed him to plan his attacks more carefully. This led to more and more success with killing, and the thrill of staring death in the face and surviving. It was due to this that Varrak now refuses to return to his Barab, knowing that those that still remember him either consider him dead or a killer. The feelings of remorse and guilt from all those years ago no longer bother him, as he now sees them as what brought him to the place he is now, the Blood-Bearing force killer. A title which he bestowed upon himself, one that he felt he deserved, and oh how he loved the title. He was thirty-four upon giving himself this title.
The war had disturbed Varrak's plans, causing him to be more cautious, as he found that his bodies were slowly being discovered, and a few bounty hunters were actually hunting him. It didn't matter though, Varrak was three steps ahead, and chose to cease his killing for the time being, allowing the war to tear people to pieces. He would have no part in it, let them kill each other, he would take the aftermath of it, as he was sure there would be even more force sensitives, and he had no issue with waiting, but until then he would do what he did second-best, splicing.
Roleplay Sample: Varrak's smile widened at the sound of feet meeting the ground with haste. His prey had been running, and he loved every second of it. This was the third Jedi he had found this month, and this particular one was stronger than the rest. Varrak had a run for his money, and he was willing to bet any amount of credits that no matter what happened between now and the end of the day, Varrak would be left standing. Varrak's footsteps were muffled, nearly quiet against the metal he walked on, a small beeping came from a device in his pocket. An even larger smile crossed his face, the Jedi was attempting to escape by a pod, the fool, Varrak had disabled the pods when he first boarded the ship. There would be no survivors, no distress call, and no evidence that Varrak had been there. He could hear the breathing now, it was shallow, erratic. The Jedi was scared, scared and panicking, which Varrak could only admire, the Jedi were supposed to have a strong sense of the force, and the future at that, but this one it seemed, didn't.
Varrak allowed his footsteps to become heavier and louder as he neared the Jedi. A small chuckle passed his lips at he caught site of the scared woman. She was fast at work with the nearby terminal attempting to override Varrak's lock down, that was, until she heard his chuckle. The woman jumped from fear, it seemed she was pretty shaken, but Varrak didn't care, he had a mission in his mind that needed done, and this was it. It seemed that time slowed as Varrak crossed the room towards the woman, she was in shock, hope slowly drained from her face. Varrak smiled as best he could, his sharp teeth exposing themselves as he approached her. It would be over soon, she would be dead and Varrak would be gone, her fear saw to that, or at least it would have if the Jedi hadn't decided to attempt to take him with her. A large blast of energy flung Varrak across the room slamming his back against the wall. As he landed he cursed and scrabbled to his feet. He forgot to factor that in, the woman had seemed so defeated that she had caught him off guard. He made a mental note to never allow that to happen again and drew his Vibroknife from left boot. He could end this quickly, but where was the fun in that?
Varrak tapped the knife's hilt and it buzzed to life, and without a second thought Varrak ran for the woman then quickly jumped into the air, his head scraping the top of the room. The woman attempted to push him back once more, but the moment Varrak's eyes saw her move he threw up his own force barrier, he didn't have any intention of flying across the room. As the blast hit his barrier and it faded Varrak was slowed down and pushed slightly to the side, he really had to work on getting the barrier stronger he thought. As he fell to the floor, he tucked himself into a ball and sprang to his feet in a forward motion, ducking just underneath the Jedi's final attempt to move him. It was a mere moments of terror for the woman as the mistake had been costly, Varrak's left hand and plunged the knife into the woman's abdomen, and he twisted it slowly. Oh he would enjoy the last second of her life indeed.
"I guess the forthce wasn't withs you."
Varrak hissed behind his teeth. It was an intentional jab to deepen the blow, and he smiled as best he could to her face once again, knowing her last sight would be of his sharp teeth. The smile faded when he felt her body go limp against the knife and he pushed her free, her body hitting the floor with a loud thump. Tapping the hilt once more, the buzzing ceased and Varrak wiped the blood off of the knife on the woman's clothes. Last thing he wanted was to be hunted down by bounty hunters, but that wouldn't happen. Removing his small device he placed it on the terminal and his fingers flew, releasing his lock down and initiating a core engine malfunction. It wouldn't blow for several hours, but when it did, it wouldn't be pretty. Varrak set the other pods to release before the blast, each giving them random coordinates. Let them believe there were survivors, only to be crushed and devastated that their hopes would be ruined. Taking his electronic device from the terminal, Varrak climbed into a pod and set coordinates to a different planet. His job here was done, and his mind at peace, he only hoped it could happen again sooner.
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