Madhouse

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Coruscant, Kaine Zambrano's Skyscraper​

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https://youtu.be/50zgNblhtCQ​

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The skyline of Coruscant wasn’t something she had ever seen, not in person anyways. She had heard stories, seen holographs and watched historical documents but nothing like this. Now, she lived here – as a prized possession amongst a collection of artifacts that belonged to Kaine Zambrano, also known as Darth Vornskr. She was a living testament of his goal of breaking the legacy of the Sword of the Jedi, piece by piece. In weeks, he had broken the spirit of the fallen Jedi, used her emotions against her and turned her into a psychopath bent on destruction and chaos wherever she went. Unfortunately, her leash was short as [member="Darth Vornskr"] didn’t want to lose his prized trophy – not this soon.

She had been permitted to leave the Private Penthouse that belonged to Kaine Zambrano and moved about freely on the upper levels of the skyscraper. It was four floors below where her room was, in that massive suite that was his Coruscanti home where she found an abandoned floor – a place she could do whatever she desired. The place was a literal madhouse. Each part of the floor had its own section – in part of the floor, one would find a torture-esque room that had devices and sharp objects. At one point or another, in more recent days, she had been caught torturing a blonde haired worker who she believed to be [member="Liam Quez"].

In another section of the floor, there was a training area – made from junk it appeared. Different objects represented obstacles and went to high ceilings and down low to the floor. Blaster marks scorched the walls where it appeared live fire practices had occurred while someone was training in this area. There was another area, that was different from the rest and had graffiti on the door in massive letters that clearly stated “KEEP OUT” – within it's confines, well, no one knew. She had a small place dedicated for sleeping and had been caught several times away from her room by either Vornskr himself or the Blackblade Guard. She would protest and demand she be allowed to stay, but eventually those protests and her will broke to the iron fist of Vornskr.

Now, here she was – in her own little madhouse – but she wasn’t doing much of anything. She had found a seat near a transparisteel window and placed her face firmly against it, hands pressed against it as well as she stared out in the night sky of Coruscant. Like a child that was amazed by some new toy.

[member="Viktor Noali"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Another day, another bottle..[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=10.5pt]He really needs to lay of the sauce. I agree... But you know we are to blame... Yeah, sure, blame it on the disembodied voices in his head! WAY TO RATIONALIZE IT! Shmuck[/SIZE].

[SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor took a deep drink of the brown liquor from the half-empty bottle he white knuckled before letting it roll from his hand onto the ground. I think one is enough tonight.[/SIZE]

This is what I'm talking about... You're both too overbearing... Overbearing? Yeah, ok!. Maybe it's just that we're not content in just watching him spend his life in an alcohol and spice fueled haze? Hmm?? A child protege! The best pit-fighter in the galaxy! Undefeated! Hundreds died at his bear hands alone and here he is, just another drunk in the streets. I think he lost one... and tied once... Indeed, to the same person each time. Did you forget about Nal Hutta? I will never forget Nal Hutta. Sage...

[SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor continued to walk, with a slight sway, down the busy streets of Coruscant. He had lived his entire life, nearly as far back as he can remember, coping and coexisting with the voices in his head. Their constant chatter was a thing Viktor had even learned to appreciate from time to time, however, for the most part they made his life substantially more difficult then it needed to be. Much to his displeasure they had recently started to become louder, stronger, maddening. Ever since [member="Sage Bane"] nearly killed him on Nal Hutta and dragged his bloodied and beaten body to the Sith, they'd become more intense. After experimenting with a cocktail of narcotics and spirits Viktor had found a working combo: whiskey and carsunum. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With that thought Viktor removed one of his carsunum laced cigarettes from its case, lit it and began to smoke as he walked. He continued to pay no attention to the denizens he shared the street with, keeping his attention internal. The combination of spice and booze worked rather well in muting the volume, though impairment was a certainty. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor had since attributed their increased activity to his connection in the Force, realizing that as he grew stronger they grew louder and more difficult to endure. He had also become aware that something wasn't... quite... right, aside from the fact the he heard voices... of course. It all felt almost too natural. Viktor learned early that he was especially gifted with Force telekinesis, easily mastering the basics and increasing in potency in remarkable leaps and bounds. Like most people who freshly discover they were Force sensitive, Viktor assumed that they too had revelations about previous experiences where a subtle influence of the Force suddenly made the previously improbable probable. He figured that this would also make sense in time, he was merely ignorant on the subject.[/SIZE]

Say that three times fast... Say what three times fast? Are you even paying attention. Of course I'm paying attention. I too would like to have a wampa fur coat. What... are... you... talking about.... High fashion. What are you talking about? Where are we going by the way?

[SIZE=10.5pt]THAT was a good question. Viktor stopped and took a drag of his cigarette, already feeling the rapid onset of his spice. Where am I going? Looking about he realized he was standing before a large upper class Coruscant apartment complex, penthouse with a view and all. Immediately Viktor began to feel a familiar tingle in the back of his skull, its sensation increased tenfold by the carsunum. The Dark Side energy was potent here and it casused Viktor to visibly shiver, or was that the spice. Viktor looked up towards the top of the building and smiled, I wonder whats in here…[/SIZE]

Ooh, do you feel that! Of course I feel that, it’s spice. I… feel…. everything… You need to handle your stuff. Vik, let’s go inside buddy. Yeah, yeah?

[SIZE=10.5pt]The voices in his head had been sufficiently muted coming through as nothing more then incomprehensible whispers. After he had a final drag from his cigarette he tossed the butt, raised the hood on his Assassin armor and walked into the lobby.[/SIZE]

[member="Darth Malum"]