witwereckstein-deactivated20170:
He is built to intimidate. The resemblance to a human skeleton melded with limbs styled after the legendary Krath war droids is entirely intentional. It is a face born of childhood’s infinite nightmares.
He is built to dominate. The ceramic armorplast plates protecting limbs and torso and face can stop a burst from a starfighter’s laser canon. Those indestructible arms are ten times stronger than human, and move with the blurring speed of electronic reflexes.
He is built to eradicate. Those human-sized hands have human-sized fingers for exactly one reason: to hold a lightsaber. Four of them hang inside his cloak. He has never constructed a lightsaber. He has never bought one, nor has he recovered one that was lost. Each and all, he has taken from the dead hands of Jedi he has killed.
Personally.
He has many, many such trophies; the four he carries with him are his particular favorites. […]
These are murders he recalls with so much pleasure that touching these souvenirs with his hands of armorplast and durasteel brings him something resembling joy. But only resembling. He remembers joy. He remembers anger, and frustration. He remembers grief and sorrow. He doesn’t actually feel any of them.
Not anymore.
He’s not designed for it.
