The.Individual_end of prologue_The Individual took a few steps back and closed the briefcase. He analyzed the situation immediately, they wanted their money back."Sorry, business in this sector isn't always fair." the client sighed, "shame you have too learn the hard way", the client turned and began to return to his limo. The Individual brought out a handle, a simple one with a bulk of technology at the top. The two large men laughed as they closed in on him.The individual simply pressed a button on the top of the handle and a thick, curved, and glowing bulk of plasma surged outward into a blade, it's plasma dripped onto the metal floor and instantly sizzled it. The men charged at the notice, their clubs ready for strike as the Individual crouched down.The first hit came from the side, the club holder's hand was lopped cleanly off; his blood spewed from the abrupt loss, and the man backed up, roaring wildly at the sudden uselessness of it. The other man swung at the Individual, connecting with a painful 'FUMP'.
The.IndividualSpace... An infinite void; once wideand free, has been choked with fierce law and the unstoppablecorruption of all. Our galaxy had begun as a prosperous whole, allspecies working tirelessly to keep it running, only to have it fallunto the most basic of evils. And from that, it grew. Growing untilit was tameable only through death. War is easy to deal with, butcorruption inside of one's own empire is utterly horrible. But noneof this mattered to a certain individual. He killed for pay, killedfor vile drinks, and killed to make the next kill easier. His liferevolved around killing.From a little child this individual wasaround killing. His father brutally mutilated in a 'accidentalmalfunction' of the mining saw, his mother was raped and burnedin-front of his very eyes. He shed no tears, for when your beatingdown those responsible with a led pipe; there's no reason to.After that, the individual set out tomake a name of himself; to let all know of his power and cr