I am a killer. It is ingrained into every part of me. It's all I know, except for my drive for revenge.

To kill him, however, is my greatest objective and fantasy.

I crave it. I crave to slice him, to hear his screams; even to taste his blood. These are the things I live for- and to give him the comeuppance he has evaded for so long. Yet, through all of these horrible desires; I have not met him. Nor have I seen him.

I only know his name. It is a name I hear in my dreams; nearly every single night. He is many things to me- many things. A destroyer and a murderer. The Lord of the Sith. The Master of Galen Marek; the man who left me for dead on my previous home, Felucia, not all that long ago.

He is Darth Vader.

And, he has taken everything from me. My Masters, my home, my pride- even my bond with the Force. For when Shaak Ti was lost to me, so was everything else. Losing my old Master was bad enough. Padawan or not, one can only contain so much hate. Now, I am a child of the Dark Side- as I was always destined to be.

But I am nothing like him. He kills for the sake of killing and trains others like his dog, Marek, to do his bidding. I kill to live. And, once I kill him, I won't have to bother going on anymore. I know this and I know this well. I have seen and lived through far too much to bother myself with the sentimentalities of having a family, or other such things. Why should I, after all, when I never had a real family to begin with?

I am close to finding him; so close, in fact, that I can almost taste it. It is a sweet taste, which provides a mixture of determination and euphoria to drive me. Twenty four hours, I expect, is all it will take for me to arrive at my destination. It is a timespan which I embrace and loathe at the same time.

It will be a heavily guarded fortress. This I am certain of; but I will find a way in, nevertheless. I had to break many fingers and end many lives to get the design blueprints, so I ought to know. I am wanted by both sides of this Civil War, in fact, for what I have done. The Republic wish to execute me for kidnapping one of their precious Senators; whereas the Empire just want to destroy me for being, well... me.

This suits me fine; for I don't intend to escape. Once I enter that place, I know that no matter what happens to me; they will never, ever let me go alive. This makes no difference to me either; for what is the point of living such an unwholesome existence, when nobody wants you at all?

I thought somebody did, once. I don't remember his name- though I wish I could. It hangs over me; a memory almost forgotten, but not yet lost. His identity is always on the tip of my tongue, but I can never quite find it. That's the thing, when you embrace the Dark Side. You don't remember an awful lot about who you used to be and it eats at you, every day.

Perhaps it's a comforting thought that I made up. Perhaps not. Either way, it is currently insignificant- for I cannot let my chance slip, this time.

Tonight, I shall have my vengeance.

A/N: I'm probably going to be updating this once or twice per week, as I have another story I'm working on. Sorry if this is annoying, but the 'proper' chapters will be longer than this, I promise :')