Viktor Noali
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"The past is the past and no matter how much you wish to you cannot change it. The only thing you can look forward to is tomorrow."
It was hard for Viktor to not think about his past when it was so clearly worn on his body. The life of a slave had not been cosmetically kind to Viktor. The violence he grew up with had left the majority of his flesh marked and scarred. As he stared at his shirtless self in the washroom mirror his hands moved instinctively to his neck as he began to massage the think collar shaped scar around his neck. His journey to this point had not been the easiest. There were a few times Viktor didn't think he was going to survive, but he always did. He had attributed it to stupid luck, his training or an unnatural ability to survive. It wasn't until later that he discovered it wasn't just him, it was the Force. A power that he still struggled to fully comprehend. At times he thought he was going insane, well.. insane-er. A familiar scratch started to manifest itself in the back of Viktor's mind. The scratch slowly begain to turn into a faint whisper as he could begin to make out the sound of several voices attempting to speak over each other. They were too far away for Viktor to distinguish what they were saying but he had a pretty good idea they wouldn't be happy. With a slight flick of his wrist the water began to flow freely from the sink faucet, Viktor wasted no time submerging his hands into the cool water and splashing it onto his face. With a furrowed brow he began to concentrate and put up the familiar walls in his mind to trap the voices which were clawing for release.
The voices were a constant companion of Victor's since he was a child, but since he had become aware of his abilities with the Force he had spent hours upon hours learning the two things Viktor thought he'd never learn to do; meditate and focus. Either through sheer will, or with the aide of the Force, Viktor was able to more-or-less lock the voices away in his mind. The unfortunate reality was that it was something Viktor needed to focus on constantly because with the slightest loss of focus they would always return and they would return angry. Apparently, like most sentient beings, his voices don't particular like to be 'locked away.' This time Viktor could not lose focus. This time things would be different.
Viktor turned the sink off. The itch had subsided to a slight pressure in his mind. They were hungry. Viktor knew if he didn't fulfill his need for blood and combat soon that no matter how hard he concentrated the voices would break through and he wouldn't be able to control himself. 'How long this time,' Viktor had thought to himself. The last time the voices broke through Viktor had lost an entire week. He had awoken to find himself in a blood soaked, corpse ridden cantina on an entirely different planet then he remembers being on. He would not allow that to happen, especially now.
He had been traveling through hyperspace for several hours now and had paid a great deal of money for the right pilot. A pilot with a preference for credits who would get him from A to B without asking too many questions. As Viktor walked back into the living quarters of the crew cabin his eyes fell to his datapad as it blinked, signaling that he had a new notification. With an open palm Viktor called upon the Force and pulled the datapad from its resting place to his anticipating hand. Activating the screen he felt a moment of satisfaction as he realized he had received the message he was waiting for. The person he had been searching for, the revenge he had been seeking, was only moments away and this message had confirmed something else. This person was a Jedi. For some odd reason the realization didn't come as a surprise to Viktor, instead he reveled in it. If there was one thing this man was owed it was pain and pain was something Viktor knew in great abundance. As Viktor began to set the datapad down the pilots voice boomed over the loud speaker,
"We will be exiting hyperspace in the next hour."
With a somber expression Viktor pushed the red button on the rooms wall communicator and spoke, "Excellent. I wish to not be disturbed until then. I will meet you in cockpit after you exit hyper. Do not land until I tell you to." Viktor paced about the room for a moment before finally finding himself in the center of the room. Lowering himself to his knees he bowed his head forward and began to meditate. One hour...[member="Tobias Wraith"]
