Psycho Rising

[Paradox]

Colstev, Stewjon System
Hidden Mountainside Safehouse

"Now I do believe I said I wanted two tonnes of thermite, not one. I remember because I am very particular with my words." The blond haired man would be considered handsome, at least by human standards, if it wasn't for the bit of blood specked on his face at the moment. Though there were those that probably wouldn't mind it. His hair was still perfectly styled and his suit pressed, however he seemed strangely happy about the blood on his visage and the pain the area around him seemed to emanate. That's because this figure was none other than Vaan Ouriss; terrorist extraordinaire. He enjoyed causing suffering and chaos. He embodied it. Now he was talking to the mutilated corpse of a weapons dealer in his safehouse on Colstev. His throat was slit, but that had been the least of his worries. His body was covered lacerations, burns, blackened flesh, and oozing holes. He was most certainly dead; to his great relief.

Now Vaan was discussing why he had done it as his food warmed up in the neuron-microwave near the table. It was an elegant yet practical house. Hidden and easily defended, he liked it so he decided it would be his now. No one came to Colstev. It was an empty rocky world with no natives beyond a few herbivores and predators. He tapped his chiseled chin, "Yes. I think your house will suffice to allow us to have closure on the subject. Now we can both move on and feel happy that we have come to a suitable end, yes? Now I just have to go find me some followers. The plans are in motion, the gears are turning, and there's a new dawn on the horizon. Oh! I can't wait."

"I have a list you see," said Vaan in a voice that one might use if conveying a juicy piece of gossip. "This list was given to me by my good friend, my only friend, from the Cartel. By friend I mean the only one I won't kill. But look; Unstable assassins, fanatic anarchists, mindless killers! Don't you see Mr. Garfurr? It's the start of a new revolution! One of chaos and balance. We'll-"

"Oh ho! You almost got me to spill the bantha milk, as it were. Very clever Mr. Garfurr. Very clever. I should have expected as much from you though. I remember you went unconscious just so I would electrocute you some more to regain consciousness. You were very greedy with my electricity. But that's alright. I like greedy and clever." Vaan smiled widely as he wagged his finger with a wink at the naughty Rodian weapons smuggler. His smile only grew as a small beep indicated his food was ready. He clapped his hands and then bowed to the guest in his home. "Now don't you move a muscle! I insist, I'll set the table and then we will see you on your way home."

He hurried around the dining area as he familiarized himself with the furnishings. He found the table cloth and spread it expertly. Then he placed the dishes and silverware, along with his glass and condiments. He brought a small plate with buttered bread on it and set it next to the main dish. After he added a few vegetables he sat down and readied himself to eat his meal.

Garfurr's heart. He nodded to the corpse and began to eat the bread after dipping it in some of the warm blood. He cut a bit of the heart to add to the next slice before eating it as well. As he chewed he thought for a few moments before speaking to himself, "I really do need some minions. It does get boring talking to corpses all the time. It's no fun when the screaming stops."