Queen Mab

[MikDaTv]

"Good morning Mr. Jackson." Jerry said as he let himself into the abandoned apartment he'd been using as his home away from home.

The naked man tied to the chair in the middle of the living room gasped and cried out in fear. "Look mister, you got the wrong man. My name isn't Jackson. It's Reginald. My friends call me Reggy. please just let me go."

Jerry frowned as a bolt of anger went through him. "Awww, Mr. Jackson, it doesn't look like your quite ready yet. This is taking more time then i thought it would." He said to Reggy. "i'm afraid you'll need another round of treatment."

"NO!" Reggy screamed. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…." He whimpered over and over again. Jerry smiled at him and walked over to the table by the couch. He opened the case on the table and withdrew a syringe and a fresh IV bag. He replaced the nearly empty bag hooked up to poor Reggy and injected the contents of the syringe into it. It was a cocktail of LSD and other drugs to induce hallucinations and paranoia. Once that was done Jerry walked over to the portable music player on the floor next to the chair and started it up on the first track and put the earphones on Reginald. It started out as just white noise but the volume increased and eventually sounds began to play. Babies crying, squishy sounds, women screaming. The volume adjusted itself up and down as it played the tracks. There was approximately 12 hours of audio recorded, some of it so quite it was hard to hear and some so loud it was practically ear splitting and at the end of every track was a recording of Jerry saying "Good morning Mr. Jackson."

Satisfied that the treatment was in effect, Jerry went into the apartments kitchen, made himself a sandwich and then went into the bedroom. The bedroom was a bedroom only in name. There was a table in the middle of the room stacked high with electronics, datapads, explosives and simple hardware tools. The edges of the room were lined with chemicals of all kinds. Everything clearly labeled, everything evenly placed. Everything sorted. One couldn't be a good servant of Chaos if one wasn't organized.

He sat down at the table grabbed a datapad and began working. He was on Corellia for a reason, but in order to achieve that goal he had to find the right people first.

[MikDaTv]

Jerry eased himself into his abandoned apartment home base and closed the door silently behind him.  "Good morning Mr. Jackson."

The man in the chair was startled awake and fear touched his eyes briefly until he saw Jerry.  Once seeing his captor, he relaxed.  "Good morning sir."  He muttered.

Jerry's heart jumped for joy.  It had been weeks of torture but it seemed finally his strategy had worked.  Reggy had broken.  The last vestiges of his personality were shattered and scattered to the wind. Jerry had, in his own estimation, killed a man's soul without killing his body.  What sat in that chair wasn't a person anymore, but a thrall.

"Beautiful weather out there today Jackson."  Jerry aid as he unhooked the IV bag and took his headphones off.

The man shook his head lazily and muttered "I wouldn't know sir."

"Well maybe if you continue to show progress I'll let you sit near the window."  Jerry offered.

The man merely nodded and muttered something to himself.  Jerry patted him on the head but left him tied to the chair.  He had some bacta patches on his arm where Jerry had burned him as part of the torture routine and he didn't want to risk Jackson pulling them off in his fragile mental state.  "You're lucky Jackson.  I've removed the worst part about you.  I've taken away the parts of you that were raised and shaped by a society that desires law and order.  Now you are as free as a child to make your own choices.  Thank me."

"Thank you sir."  He mumbled.

Jerry patted his head again and gave his scalp a quick scratch.  "good, good.  Stick with me Jackson and I'll teach you things about chaos few people have ever dreamed of knowing."

"Of course sir."

Jerry went to the apartment's kitchen, got some real solid food to feed his thrall and some water.  He spoon fed Jackson carefully until it was all gone.  He hadn't eaten anything solid in days, being sustained entirely by an IV and processed nutrition paste.  The nerf meat soup and water was a good reward and positive reinforcement.  It was laced with a mild euphoria inducing drug as well.

[MikDaTv]

Jerry idly watched the holo news as he strung some detcord together into a shaped charge. They were reporting on some recent killings all over the planet. Apparently some children were being murdered by a lightsaber. Jerry found it very amusing. Whenever a child was killed people went out of their minds. Parent’s were taking their kids out of school, police were investigating every little lead. Fear was gripping everyone. Chaos had come knocking and no one but Jerry was prepared for it.

“Look at this Jackson. Show people a little anarchy and everyone begins losing their minds.” Jerry said out loud.

He smiled as he faintly heard Jackson say “Yes sir.” From where he was tied to his chair next to the living room window.

Jerry’s datapad beeped telling him he got an E-mail. He checked it and saw that a mercenary had answered his add on the holonet. Some guy named McCloud had shown interest in the job and was inquiring about it. Jerry’s smile widened as the pieces began to fall into place. He composed a return email suggesting they meet. Things of this nature were better discussed in person.

“Jackson, I’ll be leaving in about an hour. Don’t touch anything!” He said giggling, knowing that Jackson was tied down and unable to touch anything if he wanted to.

“Yes sir.” Jackson replied.

[MikDaTv]

McCloud narrowed his eyes as he went to the table at the outdoor cafe. His coat concealed the holsters strapped to his chest. Meeting in a public place was a good sign that the employer was serious but he could count on one hand the number of places he felt safe enough to go unarmed.

The man at the table was eating pie. He looked up when McCloud approached. "Hello there." He said cheerfully. "You must be Mr. McCloud."

"It's just McCloud." he said, confirming it. McCloud sat down at the table and folded his hands on top of it. "You had a job you wanted to talk about?"

Jerry nodded furiously. "Yes, indeed. But first, let me buy you some pie."

McCloud shrugged. "I'll never say no to pie."

Jerry smiled and chuckled. He waved a waitress over and ordered some pie. McCloud also ordered a glass of caff. "So about this job. Your add was pretty vague but i can read between the lines. High profile, against the republic, dangerous. What are the specifics."

Jerry finished his pie and put his fork down. "I need the security day codes for one of the shipyards up in orbit."

McCloud froze mid bite. "Your crazy."

Jerry shrugged. "i've been called that before, sometimes even by people with medical degrees. I need to get up to and move around on one of those orbital shipyards. Having the day codes would make it much easier. Plus, you have a ship. I will need that in order to get up to the shipyard in the first place."

"Look, if i'm going to do this for you, we're going to need to talk serious payment. I love crime, it's the part of my personality that keeps me doing this but i don't do anything for free." McCloud said, still not believing what he was hearing. "So, lets talk payment."