#zarazha

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Writer's Note

She was absolutely perfect for a while. Then shading went wrong. But, all in all, not a bad first attempt.

Zara mugshot, drawn with ballpoint pen

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Killing Courtesy, Part Two

"Pathetic! Laranna Fain was a waste of breath and a waste of time... She did not even put up enough of a fight for me to break a sweat before she pushed me aside and locked herself up in the airlock. What a child... Threatening to kill herself by releasing... Naturally, I was not going to let her do that, as I wanted to run her through with my lightsaber. It is certainly a good thing that I have learned how to be... persuasive.

But what perfect timing her death was...

Lord Vivicar himself decided to call her just as I was washing the floors with her blood, and so I decided to have a little conversation with this supposedly great Lord of the Sith. He's nothing, he will die being stripped of all illusions of self importance, and I will savor every single second of it.

Of course, that is not what I will tell Master Syo Bakarn...

For now, this mission has ended, and I can return to hunting down the remaining ill Jedi Masters, so that I may swiftly end this fool's errand, and focus on the one that is responsible."

-- Zarazha

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Killing Courtesy, Part One

"I am getting closer to ending this whole mess. I can taste it... But before I have my revenge, I have to deal with this... Laranna Fain -- no doubt the daughter of the soon to be late Duras Fain.

Master Syo Bakarn sent me to investigate a distress call he received from a Republic ship named Carida, and as I was itching for a fight with the potential for a kill, I wasted no time going there. After all, the longer I waited, the larger the chances of her getting away, and if I cannot kill the father, I will make sure the bloodline is cut.

And it appears I was right on time. The troops locked her up as best as they could, having watched her go insane and talk more and more about this mysterious person named Vivicar. She had slowly started going insane, and now she's preoccupied with throwing people out of the air locks. How childish... I was done with that game when I was six.

This is not the first time I have heard this name, but it simply confirms my thoughts on who he is and why he is doing it. I'm also convinced that Laranna was an accidental prey that he simply found a way to use for his purpose.

There is only one way to find out.. But first, Laranna needs to die."

--Zarazha

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Shadowing Brilliance, Part Three

"How appropriate it is that we would locate Duras Fain in an Imperial prison that Tharan himself helped design... As a traitor to the Republic, his fate was sealed long before he entered my life.

He truly has lost whatever was left of his mind, and this constant mention of Parkanas makes my fingers itch for a face to focus my rage on. I know I have said it before, but I will hunt him down and end him, if it is the last thing I do.

Though, Duras Fain was not as weak as he appeared, and gave me a real challenge as I pushed my lightsaber staff against his. It is quite extraordinary how much pleasure it gives me, simply to allow the Dark side to embrace me.

Of course, I mutter a silent curse under my breath at the fact that I will not be allowed to aid in his torture, as the Hutt Cartel's enforcers came to collect him not long after his defeat. I wish I would have been given the honor of killing him myself, but I comfort myself knowing just how much agony he will suffer at the hands of the Hutts. After all, they do not appreciate having their troops humiliated, and gangs risen under their noses without at least getting a portion of the profit.

But I am quite pleased that Tharan decided to join me in my travels. His brilliance will become quite useful, and I am sure I can find other ways he can keep me entertained..."

-- Zarazha

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Shadowing Brilliance, Part Two

"I suppose I knew, deep down, that it would not be as simple as to walk into Master Duras Fain's headquarters to end his miserable existence, but I will not allow myself to be taunted and mocked by someone as pathetic as him. The people he has chosen to use as his minions offer little comfort for my raging desires, either.

And to complicate the matter, the Hutt Cartel has sent enforcers to collect him, as if they have the rights to end his life before me. Tharan and his pink, annoyingly cheerful holographic lover better come up with an idea to get this son of a Kath Hound before the Hutt Cartel does, or he will move himself to the very top of my list of people to kill."

-- Zarazha

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Shadowing Brilliance, Part One

"Nar Shaddaa...Home to the most corrupted of creatures, the heart and soul of thieves and shady businesses. If I had not been here on a mission, I would have taken the time to linger, perhaps even drop by my father's old estate... Knowing Khayne, he has kept it neat and tidy, and is likely using it to seek refuge from the insanity that is the Republic.

Of course, there is a chance that he has not let himself madden by their ways, but he cannot deny the blood that runs through his veins any more than I can.

My mission here, however, is to seek out a professor, named Tharan Cerdax, who has offered to help capture the next Jedi Master who has fallen ill.

Urgh, if I have to pretend to do what is good for the Republic by saving these Masters from their fate, I might become sick myself. But I remind myself that this Parkanas has interfered with my initial mission, and I will not rest until he has seen just what the daughter of Wrath is capable of.

Theran might prove to be useful, however. His knowledge of technology is impressive enough to give my sister something to think about, and his ideas are -- at least so far -- efficient. I have infiltrated the group that Master Duras Fain has taken over, thanks to him, and have been called to meet him in person. It should prove to be quite entertaining, if nothing else.

Though, I have to say... Pretending to be an upstanding Jedi of the Republic pretending to be with the Empire might just have been the highlight of this journey."

-- Zarazha

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Childhood Memorabilia IV - Zarazha

"Oh, I am quite sure that my family could construct a speech lasting for days, based on the events of my childhood. I was not an easy child to entertain, I'm sure, but being who they are, they've always been around to make sure my blood thirst never went unsatisfied."

So many marvels to behold. Everywhere she turned, there was something new to stare at, something shiny that caught her bright orangy-red, currently bug-shaped eyes. She knew she had been there before -- she had seen the holorecordings and pictures -- but she couldn't remember, and she was pretty sure that Nar Shaddaa couldn't always have been this shiny.

Flying over the tall buildings, she placed her hands firmly on the glass of their shuttle, mesmerized by the flashing neon purple, green, yellow, red, and any other color that caught her interest, and she casually ignored the loud crying of her baby brother. Nothing would ruin that feeling of being taken across buildings made of something solid, but looking like a building set as they flew across it.

They were headed to the Promenade, meeting some Hutt in the cantina not far from the massive gold statue of a Hutt Cartel Lord. At least she -thought- he was a Cartel Lord. Her mother, her father and her siblings were all expected to be there, though she knew from experience that it meant her father would vanish into a room she would not be allowed to follow, and her mother would ask Jaerah to keep an eye on the kids while she followed him. They had been through that enough times on Korriban, now that D'amian had started his combat training.

Stupid D'amian. He always got the most attention, with his skills in the Force, and his cunning, and his combat skills.

She found herself seething with jealous as they wrapped up the social greetings of the slimy Hutt and his entourage, and remained silent for most of the time that followed as a result. Of course, her eyes still wandered from one object to another, and no matter how jealous she was, she couldn't help but want to take in every single bit that was the jewel called Nar Shaddaa. She could do without the smell, though. Smoke, burned pipes, boiling water, heat and blown fuses weren't her idea of a nice smell. She far preferred Dromund Kaas for that.

And that was when she noticed it: An odd creature that was almost as tall as herself -- well, when she was sitting down, that was -- with limbs about as thin as her wrists, and a neck that seemed to come out of a thick, brownish-red fur collar. It had a long beak for a nose, that cover up most of the triangular shaped, really tiny head, and long, soft-looking ears going out, then up and down again. Bony fingers were tapping against the surface of the cantina floor, and whenever a waiter walked by, they would silently move in the way of their feet, making them tumble and almost fall over. Then the creature would make a sound that was somewhere between a cruel mocking giggle and a jungle monkey's mating call.

She tilted her head as its eyes met hers, curiously examining every inch of it, which it somehow did not seem to appreciate. Taking two small and hesitant steps toward her, she could see its massive feet, with talons at the end of them, curl under it. It made a swift gesture, and before she knew it, it had picked up something -- she really didn't have time to see what -- and threw it at her. Then it laughed.

She had barely managed to dodge it, and as she turned to face her father to tell him what the creature had done, she realized that he was no longer there. They must have gone to their meeting much sooner than she had expected. So she turned back, gave it an angry look, snarled at it and said "Don't you ever do that again!"

Once again the creature laughed, clearly amused at her outrage, and threw another object -- a fruit of some sort -- at her right on cue.

"Oh, you little--!" She got to her feet, running toward it.

She could hear her sisters shout at her as she chased the creature around the cantina, knocking over tables, chairs, lamps, cups and a droid, but she couldn't figure out what they had said. She really had tried to not destroy her surroundings, and the creature had been responsible for most of it, but she had no time to think about what she knocked over when as she was clearly being outrun by this little... thing. So she had used the force, chasing it down a hallway and into a room that had all sorts of equipment in it. But, most importantly, only one entrance...

The smell of something burning cold and hot at the same time caught her nose, and as she finally had the creature backed into a corner, she realized where she was... A chamber where the carbonized-frozen-statue-trophies were made! She had heard about them in stories from her father, and had seen the trophies on his walls. She had also witnessed the process, once, when she was eavesdropping on her father as he had tortured that prisoner he'd taken to their house. An idea hit her as she slowly walked over to the creature, having wounded it somewhat badly when she had knocked it into the wall, using the force. Terror was painted all over its face, and vengeance was painted on hers.

There were some chains lying around the room, much to her delight, and while it was far too heavy for her to pick up, she dragged it by the neck, tying it to a fence that looked solid enough for it not to escape until she wanted it to. Then she walked around the room, looking at the buttons, and once she found one she was happy with, she pressed it, designing a perfect, small mold for the creature to be permanently frozen into.

As soon as that was done, she untied him and pushed, watching him squirm, and listening to his unhappy squeals of anguish. She really took her time with him, wanting it to suffer as much as possible. No one and nothing would get away with pushing her buttons...

The process completed, and once she had managed to get it back up, she heard a voice that instantly made her shoulders touch her earlobes. "And just what, exactly, would you be doing in here, Zarazha?"

"Nothing!" She turned, placing her hands on her back as she tried to deny all knowledge of the actions that lead to the carbonized creature.

Her father smiled a chillingly evil smile, the kind he had when he caught them all in action, and she knew the game was lost. "It annoyed me!"

She knew that wasn't going to help her much, but she had to give it a try... After all, she was in so much trouble she was pretty sure she would never see the insides of Korriban's Sith Academy, nor be allowed to gaze upon the marvels of Nar Shaddaa ever again.

But she had been quite disappointed. She -had- been punished, that was for sure, but she had also been given the carbonized-frozen monkey-lizard as a pet to serve as a reminder, and it had spent the rest of the summer watching her help out at the cantina, to pay for the damage she had caused...

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Wastelands

"My dear parents,

I am quite aware of my emotional attachment to my home might well be the undoing of my mission with the Republic, but at the same time, it is what drives me to be as good as I can be. I wish this mission over with, so I can return to you victorious. However, having stumbled across this plague that haunts the Jedi Masters, I am afraid that my mission has taken a rather strange turn, as I am tasked with healing them one by one.

Naturally, they will all perish as I drive my lighstaber staff through their broken bodies, burning their flesh from the inside out, and the Council will be none-the-wiser.

Still, as I walk the wastes of Taris, I can feel the judgmental glare that comes with being a pureblooded Sith, and I can only imagine what it must have been like for my brother... He always was a sentimental son of a Bantha, and I cannot imagine he would take likely to the insulting glances that even I have gotten in these parts. Still, it feels almost humbling knowing that I'm walking the same paths as him. His resolve and loyalty to the Empire might have been weak, but his skills with the Force is undeniable. However, if you tell him that I have admitted to this, even Wrath will not be able to dodge the consequences...

However, my secondary mission is getting me close to no where. I regret to inform you that I have not yet uncovered any leads on the matter, but I will not give up. The Republic WILL pay for their actions..."

-- Zarazha