Predator of Star Wars: Hunt

A human from Origin Earth is reincarnated as a Yautja. His new name now is Bido of the Dark Blade Clan. An elite member of the clan. He then finds himself being transmigrated into the star wars universe after a navigation error sent him through a super-massive black hole. ------------------------------ [Also, if you can spare a moment to check out my other novel "Book of Dreams and Nightmares", I'll appreciate it. Hopefully you'll like that novel too. :) ] Hey readers! I started a discord server for my readers. I made it in hopes of eventually having some fan art and community building. Join by copying on the link below! https://discord.gg/kYJwW6AB3C My support page on ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/golddragonmachina Patreon Page https://patreon.com/GoldDragonMachina?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

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Anger, Pain, Suffering, Hate,...Violence

I took my time. I set traps, set bomb charges at exits. I was making sure no one could leave. I will hunt every single one of them down in that mansion tonight. Not because they are good prey, not because I need materials from, nor for the environment, not for, but because I hate them.

With the traps set, I start with the guards. The first guard was patrolling the estate's wall alone, Zygerrian, one blaster. While still cloaked, I walked in front of him. Before he caught on, I viciously punched him in the throat. Then I grabbed his arms and squeezed, crushing the bones. I then kicked out his legs. He fell to the ground, struggling to breath and in pain. I then stomped his legs to paste. He passed out from lack of breath and pain. I use the Force to wake him, and keep him awake for what I'm about to do next. I rip off his uniform and dig my hands into his back. I start ripping out his muscles, tearing them out from the bone. With tears of blood coming out from his eyes, I reach down and rip off the head. I throw it aside.

Next one...

I go after the one other wall patrol guard. A Weequay, one blaster. I rip the blaster out of his hand and choke him with my right hand. Keeping him alive and conscious with the Force like last the one; I begin. I use Force Crush starting at the toes, and work my way, slowly. By the time I get to the heart, his suffering was immensely great. Not even close to...their, suffering though. Not even close. How can it be though. The greatest pain of the body can never be as great as the greatest pain of the heart. I twist the head off and be done with it.

Not enough, next one.

6 guards around the slave pens. 3 guards around the slave quarter. 2 guards patrolling outside the mansion. I'll take out the 2 patrolling guards first. I leap over to their route, on the roof of the mansion. The first one, human, I crush his throat through the force, cutting off the airway, but the bone is fine. I then pull him up to me. I stick both my hand into his midsection, and tear him in tow on the roof.

I leap over to the other one's route, Zygerrian. He is out of sight from the others. I leap down and grab his jaw, I rip it off. I then jam it into his stomach. I cock back my overpowered leg and kick his groin. His dick and balls explode along with a shattered hip. I leave him dying on the ground.

Now for the slave quarter guards. The three of them are standing together at the main doorway, slacking off. My rationality tells me to kill them quickly. My passion tells me to kill them painfully. If I was less skilled, passion would take over, but I'm skilled enough to listen to rationality.

The other 6 guards can't see this side anyways. All 3 are Zygerrian. Whoever designed this estate was an idiot. I don't use the Force for this, no, this will be personal. I drop down in the middle of them. With my pure physical speed, I strike. The first one I struck to the chest, caving it in. Second one, a kick to the liver. He convulses for a second before falling over, blood leaving his mouth. Third one, I reach in and grab his tongue and rip it out. I quickly drive back in with a fist. I then grab his head and bring my knee up to it for a hard knee hit. His jaw explodes, then I grab the head again and squash against the hard ground like a watermelon.

I go back to the first one, I dig in my hands under his ribcage, and rip the from of it off. I then start pounding the organs within with a flurry of punches. He obviously dies a bloody death. Back to the knocked out second one, I wake him up. Before he could make a sound, I restrict voice with my left hand in a choke. I then start beating him with my and kicking him. I toss him around. I beat him to death for a full minute, letting out my anger on his body. Now all three are dead.

The next 6...

They were none the wiser. They weren't clumped up though. They were spread out around the building. Just looking at the slave pens makes me boil with...pain. I reach out my hands and grasp all six guards with the force. Let their screams herald me. I squeeze the life out of them, I squeeze the screams and wails of suffering from their throats.

I look into the mansion with my bio-helmet, and see them all stir. I release my grip and the 6 guards fall dead.

I walk towards the front door and uncloak in my armored 9ft tall glory. The sleeping guards rush out from the front and see me. They freeze and try to blast me with terrified expressions. I can tell, they can feel my,... malevolence.

What happened next, was nothing but a dance of passionate violence. The martial arts I refined to kill skillfully and efficiently were used, but not that way. No, I used them to kill expressively, and inflict as much pain as possible. I didn't aim to kill them in one strike. I aimed to strike them in the most painful way possible as many times as possible, as quickly as possible. then I did it again. I made wail and gave them death once their faces contorted in anguish. After the first two fell before me, the rest tried to run. How foolish they, no one can run from evil. Evil will always catch up, the only way is to face it. These men are not strong enough for that, so they'll die an unholy death. I ripped their flesh, cut their bones, pounded their blood into vapor. All the while roaring with my own voice of suffering.

By the time I noticed the screams had stopped echoing, I was covered in blood and flesh.

Last one.

I went to find Jafarn himself. I scanned around for life with my bio-helmet, and saw him. A man alone in a room. I could feel it was him, because even though it wasn't his full image, it invoked my hate.

I walk steadfastly to the room. A panic room by the looks of it. I don't let it stop me. I unfurl my plasma caster cannons and barrage the door until breaks apart in melted pieces. I walk inside and see the Zygerrian crime lord, the object of my hate.

I walk up to him. He shivers as if he is naked on Hoth. I exhale and say to him, "I realized by now, that my hate is not my own. No, this hate is from them. The two whose hearts you destroyed. Therefore, I dedicate all this to them. Let my violence sooth their resentment, let my violence bring their souls, peace."

I shove a random blaster into his hands. Then I raise my right hand, and for the first time; I use Force Lighting. Bluish-purple lightning lights up the room in a blinding light. I don't use it to kill, I use it to torture. Jafarn screams until his voice gives out, but it isn't enough. The hate I've accepted drives me to bring him more suffering. My lightning slower takes on a reddish tint. Then it gets redder, and redder, and redder. Jafarn starts to scream again. These screams do not come from his body though, they come directly from his spirit. The room is saturated in red dancing light. Finally, I've done the worse I could do to him. I let him turn to ash and finally die.

I stand still there for a while. Letting the hate go, all the negativity leave me. When I move again, I sigh, "So that is the Dark Side. I see why the current Jedi don't allow love now. True love can turn into true hate in a single night. I'm not emotional, neither is my species, I'm pragmatic. So I can see why those old ghost bastards had me go through this and hold me back too. Fuck, can't believe they could hold me back. Whatever."

I say to nothing in particular, "I'm still going to be angry with you rotted assholes for some time. So fuck off for a while." I then leave the mansion, and all the evil I wrought.

I go to Lona and Irafnan. I pick up the three dead and go to bury them outside this wretched city. I bury them in one big rock coffin and put them under the sands.

I call in my scout ship to take me back to the mothership. Once I'm in my mothership's captain's chair, I groan, "As a wise Jedi once said, 'I hate sand'."

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