I'm very excited to introduce my new story, Headhunters. It takes place in the time of the Old republic (swtor, not kotor). In this series we take a path down the dark side and follow the life of Purgeance , a greatly skilled Sith Assassin that captures and eliminates high threat Imperial targets. In his career, Purgeance has fought in countless fights, but for him, the real battle is fighting the insanity that threatens to consume his mind. Rated M for graphic scenes of blood and gore.

"The darkness. It's so, beautiful." Purgeance thought to himself as he

looked to the night sky of Dagobah. He gazed upon his jedi opponent, who

had been rendered helpless in their previous fight. Purgeance was about to

sedate the jedi and take him in for questioning just as he was ordered,

when a familiar feeling came over him. His heart started pounding faster

and faster, his eyes turning from their natural yellow color to a pure red.

He dropped the sedative and slowly walked towards the terrified jedi

master, bearing a wicked grin full of now razor sharp teeth. "You know,

there are so many things to enjoy in life, like the horrified look on the the

faces of your enemies right before you splatter them into a million pieces,

their begs and pleads for mercy, and best of all, their blood. Blood is SO

beautiful, the way it elegantly soars through the air as you slash someone's

chest open. So, are you going to beg for your life like a sniveling dog?!" The

jedi just stared at his executioner with a look of pity, not saying a word.

Purgeance started to get irritated. "You act strong on the outside, but I can

feel your terror. Say your prayers filth, for when you face me, you face

death. This battle was over before it even it even began. You jedi look to

the force as if it is some kind of god, as if it will guide you to the solution of

your problems. That philosophy may work against some people, but when

you face me, there is no hope, no divine providence. You might as well

have dug your own grave. There will be no body at your funeral, for I will

make sure that nothing remains but a bloody mess!" For the first time

since the two foes made contact, the jedi spoke briefly. " I'm sorry for you,

sorry that you were unable to live a normal life. It's not your fault that you

are like this. It's not your fault that you are the son of the emperor."

Purgeance's temper shot at these words. "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW

ANYTHING ABOUT ME, SO JUST SHUT UP!" Purgeance lifted his hand

toward the jedi, closed it into a fist, and violently opened it. At the same

time, the jedi burst open, his blood and organs splattering everywhere

until there was no body left to identify. Purgeance pulled out his comm unit

and started speaking into it. "This is Purgeance speaking of business

reguarding master jedi Alkan Kulmerra. Despite having the chance to

capture him, I killed him." The agent on the comm responded in a distorted

voice, "That's unfortunate Z5397. You have much potential, but you still

contain mental instability. Come back to Kaas. There we will put you back

on the machine and try again." "Yes sir." Purgeance ended the

transmission and headed back to his ship. He contemplated why the jedi

was sorry for him as he punched in the coordinates for Dromund Kaas.

Purgeance never questioned his superiors about his jobs, but on the inside,

he wondered why he was doing this? What was the point it all? Thinking on

this, he leaned into his chair and fell asleep, unnerved and uncertain about

what the next day would hold.