[ IP ] Tell me story of this soldier .

The air never noticed him. He slipped through it like a spectre. It was as if the universe deemed his being unnecessary of consequence. Of course he was as human as the next highly payed mercenary, years of training with The Order taught him that he was no immortal beyond the pain and suffering of man. 
 
 His mind focused, his will a deadly weapon honed down to atomic precision. The mission was clear, and his objectives were simple. The target was deemed no longer suitable for existence by the highest bidder. 
 
 Throughout his career, dynasties had toppled, corporations had crumbled and entire planets had fallen into disarray. He was the scalpel of the universal surgeon trying its hardest keep balance in check. Of course not every planet needed'a hierarchal readjustment', and not every corporation required the new business strategy he offered, but his delivery did n't leave much to discuss. Money was money, he had long ago abandoned cherry picking contracts based on his moral compass, he had long ago shattered it's mechanism. 
 
 In a desolate sector, on an abandoned planet, in a jungle that even light seemed to have second thoughts of entering, he waited. No one could outrun him, if he was hunting you, you were considered lucky to be aware of your impending death. He had no name, he had no need of one. When referred to however, they would normally chose'Mal', some part old Earth arbitrarily drawn out in the sand had decided that those letters meant'bad' and it had caught on.'Simple, yet effective' he thought. 
 
 His crosshairs flicked into vision as his target grew near, stirred from his near comatose state of calm by the soft clicking and whirring of his weapon spooling up readying itself to be unleashed upon whatever poor object fell in its path. He did n't need to enter such a near-death state, but he was bored and he hated the desolate uninhabited worlds, there was no challenge. 
 
 Breath curled from his mouth as it tried to escape his gaze. His hand settled around the trigger of his weapon, one of such size and power he felt a pin prick of shame for his showboating. He preferred the physical activated variant forgoing mind-links to retain the tactile response of taking another beings life. Lights sprung to life projected into his eyes as his weapon was finally ready, red to orange to green as the target finally found its way into his sights. He was in his zone, this was his moment, and no one would ever know. He smiled as his finger tightened around the trigger. 
 
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 Still a bit new to this, went for the cheesy badass option. Comments and criticisms welcome. 

