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PostSubject: Days Gone Past - Chronicles of Life before Alienus   Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:15 am

Unknown Time ~ Before Clone Wars
Vector's First Kill ~ Part I

The large Gen'Dai walked through the halls, staring at all that he saw. It filled him with scorn and disgust. The fact that he had been forced to share room and board with these ignorant humans fueled rage down to his very core. Perhaps if he had been treated kinder when he was younger, or if he had met other Gen'Dai. As it was however, Vector was now hateful of the Human Race, and most other races as well.

He looked around the muddy hellhole that would be his resting area for the next few days. He had traveled all around Tattooine, and found nothing better. This was his only hope, for now. His initial plan was to rest up, get some credits, and then make it off world. After he had left Coruscant, he went to the place that had the worst living conditions, and Tattooine definitely was in the higher ups.

He sighed. If he ever found another Gen'Dai, perhaps his mood would lighten. The only Gen'Dai that he had ever heard of, was a bounty hunter by the name of Durge. Vector doubted that he would ever want to meet him, but it was a likely possibility.

If the lobby was horrible, then upstairs could be considered Hell. There were holes in the stairs, and the doors were ramshackle, barely held up by the door hinges. And this is the place you picked... chided a voice inside his head. He cut it off immediately. Things like that weren't needed for now. He walked up to his room, 3C. With a slight tap on the door knob, the door fell down, and he grunted in pain as it landed on his foot. As he was picking it up, the manager of the crummy hotel noticed the fallen door.

"You're going to pay for that. You know that, right?" said the Manager.

Vector growled at him, which should have given the man enough hint that now was not the time. However, the ignorant manager continued to persist.

"I said. You're going to PAY for it. UNDERSTAND?" By the end of his words, he had bellowed it with extreme Rage.

A Red Hot fury surged through Vector, as he felt anger surpass anything he had ever felt. His mind clouded, and his vision hazed with red tinged in and out of it. In seconds, he had lifted the door up, broke it in half, and had the piece rammed against the Manager's neck, suspending him from the air, choking him.

"I will pay for it, when I please. Do I make myself clear. UNDERSTAND?" bellowed Vector. Slowly, as the manager gasped for breath, his mind cleared, and his vision began to return. When he realized what he was doing, he was shocked, shocked beyond all belief. How could he have done this? He wasn't a mindless killing machine. As much as Vector hated other races, none of them deserved to die, not by his hand. He backed away, horrified, as the Manager dropped to his knees, gulping in great mouthfuls of precious air.

Vector laid against the wall, and sank to his knees. He had done something horrible...he didn't care anymore, he didn't care about the Manager, who he could see was now running for his life. He didn't care that he had come here, or what he had planned to do. This was nothing of the sorts. He had gone and almost killed an innocent being, a person with life and force in them, something that should be preserved. Never. Ended.

~ To be Continued. ~

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PostSubject: Re: Days Gone Past - Chronicles of Life before Alienus   Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:17 am

Unknown Time - Before Clone Wars
Vector's First Kill - Part 2

Vector laid on the ground, for what seemed hours. He felt tears, push against his eyes, feeling them well up, push up and grasp for release. He held them in. There was nothing else he could. As much as he would like to, the Manager would be calling someone to come "exterminate" the off-worlder. As much as he hated that, Vector stayed there, feeling sorry and angry at himself for his ignorant behavior.

Despite towering over humans, and many other races for that matter, the young Gen'Dai was barely out of what humans referred to as, his "teenage" years. He already had muscles that would take a fully physically fit human being years to accumulate. They brimmed at the top, and they pushed against his skin, bulging, taking form.

He kept his head tucked down, with his hands over it. He felt horrible. He had knowingly endangered a life, and he had almost killed the Manager. No matter how much the Manager deserved to die, Vector knew that it was wrong. Wrong that he had tried to kill him. Wrong that he hadn't been able to do anything about it. Wrong. It was all WRONG.

That's when the shooting started. The first blaster shot hit Vector directly on his forearm, burning through the flesh. Searing pain soared through him, and he howled in rage. In rage and agony, as his vision clouded. His eyesight was filled with a hazy red vapor, seeping up into his sight. He blinked rapidly, feeling the once-there tears, sinking away, as they were replaced with tears of intensifying rage. He let back his head, and roared in anger and rage, scaring the few citizens there, and knocking all but one onto their rears.

In seconds, the massive and young Gen'Dai was upon the lone man. Vector ripped the blaster pistol from the mans hands, and rammed it against his stomach repeatedly, blow after blow. Vector wrapped his massive hand around the humans head. The pathetic human clawed and gasped for air. Vector, with one swift move, threw the man against the wall. He then picked up the Blaster Pistol, and shot the man.

All of this had happened in less than five seconds.

Fearing for his life, Vector fled, fled far away. He ran, and as he felt more shots piercing his skin, he howled in rage, but continued to run. He ran deep into the desert, where he entered a hibernation stage. He rested there, in the remains of a fighter ship. His vision blacked out.

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PostSubject: Re: Days Gone Past - Chronicles of Life before Alienus   Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:18 am

~Unknown Time; Sometime after the First Kill~
Revelations

The young Gen'Dai sat on the floor of the Cargo Freighter, pondering his latest development.

He had remembered killing the man, vividly. In fact, it had haunted him for over 2 years now. He would never forget it, feeling the man's blood wash over him...He shook his head, as if he could expel the image from his brain with the gesture. He sighed, as the thrum of the starship soothed his mind.

No matter how many times he got it out of his head, sooner or later it came back to him, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was odd though...looking back he realized something that he hadn't realized before...

The young Gen'Dai felt excited...alive even when he killed the man. The adrenaline pumping through him...feeling his primal rage take over....just thinking about it got him worked up once more, and his vision began to haze, red blinking in and out. Soon however, it receded. Just think of the possibilities I could have...if I mastered the ability...I would be unstoppable...I'd feel...Alive...

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PostSubject: Re: Days Gone Past - Chronicles of Life before Alienus   Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:19 am

~Unknown Time; 2 months after Revelations
Slaughter

Vector arrived on Coruscant. He had taken a long time off from his journey, about two months almost. He was ready to do what he had decided. It pained him inside, a jarring loss of emptiness. However, in his mind, he knew that this was just the first step. He had to throw away his emotions, his pride, and use only his anger and his fury to propel him.

The ship landed, and the hatch eased open with a gentle hiss. Vector climbed out, and began walking into the streets of Coruscant. He payed the manager at the dock, for one hours worth of time. He wouldn't need that much time at all, but it would be nice to see the sights one last time. One last time before he locked himself away in his mind, in captivity from himself.

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Tom the Barman sat behind the bar, serving drinks to anyone who payed for it. His bar was notorious for fights, and one always seemed to happen, sooner or later. He heard the door creak open, and in it's shadow, stood a tall, monstrous looking man. Or at least, that's what Tom thought he was. The stranger entered into the bar, looking around slowly, smirking to himself. He walked up to the bar, and ordered a drink.

Not wanting to anger him, Tom quickly poured him a drink and slid it down the bar, hoping to keep a safe distance from him. Something about his stature seemed to radiate from him, a menacing aura. Of what, Tom couldn't be sure. However, after downing his drink, the man walked over to a table, and began to engage in conversation with another man. In seconds however, the man sitting down was on his feet, nose-to-nose with the stranger, bellowing in his face. His face was red, and veins were pulsating from his anger. The stranger merely smiled at him, as if the man was doing nothing more than giving him amusement of the funniest sorts.

The man swung at the stranger. However, in a lightning fast reflex, the stranger caught the man's arm, and twisted it. He gently kicked the man. The "gentle" kick sent the man crashing through a table. The whole bar had turned its eyes upon the stranger now, and many of the inhabitants were brandishing weapons. In seconds, the whole bar had erupted into a fight. The sides seemed to be the inhabitants versus the stranger.

With ease, the stranger blocked their weapons with his hands, and hit them on weak points in their body, pressure points, causing each man to fall to the ground, writhing in pain. Soon however, the men began to use knives against the stranger. In return, the stranger began to kill them, in more gruesome and devastating ways. One time however, a man was able to land a blow upon the stranger. The man stopped suddenly, his eyes wide in fear and awe. He obviously didn't think he was going to hit the stranger.

The stranger however, was far from awe. His eyes had rolled back in his head, and he let out a yell that turned the hairs on Tom's body upside down and inside out. A strong force of some sorts had radiated from the stranger, sending each man around him to the ground, through tables or chairs, or at the wall. Each man that had tried to fight the stranger now lay on the ground, dead, dying, or unconscious. The stranger's chest was heaving now, as he calmly walked out of the bar. Tom sat there, thinking of the stranger. It was the last time he ever saw him again.

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