Balaya Praelior Zambrano
Balaya Zambrano, Emperor's Bust
@Nomira
Nar Shadda was a cesspool, she had been here when she was younger before she had become a sith but after her family had been exiled from the mandalorians. The zeltron stood tall and at the ready, exiting the ship in a flourish before she was taking in some of the other parts from it. The smell had not changed, the atmosphere had not changed and most importantly the feeling of the people had not changed as she marched down the ramp. Standing differently, her time at the rift, at the monolith changing her in many ways before she was practically electrified with the force itself. Every cell was reinforced, hardened with the primeval force energies she had discovered while there... while facing the true unknown of the rift and things others could only tremble in fear of knowing.
There were few jedi or sith who would remember her within the galaxy, few who might even care that she was still alive and somewhat in a new body... compared to her old master Kaine... now an emperor again.... she hadn't body swapped and perished. She had found the rift and used the force energies to reconstitute her body stronger, younger looking despite her real age and make it more of a worthy vessel... something able to contain her power in the long run as opposed to something that would burn out and become sickly. that was why she had become a warlord.. to have the power itself that was why she had needed to augment herself with the force and alchemy to keep her failing body from failing. Each time she used the power to raise the dead, to creature a child of the darkside she had taken years from her life.
Now though she stood tall, back to seven foot two inches tall with skin like pink candy, gleaming and hairless, tight flawlessly smooth skin she oiled with extract from a terentrek, the oil coating protecting her but those who touched her would fel the burn of the beasts poison make them think twice. Her skin was scented with the poils as well, the underlying scent of power, of lust inducing pheromones with vanilla and flowers above it. Her exposed sections leading the way into thigh high boots, smooth, non reflective and made from alusteel and shell spider silk. They had knee pads that were protective and crystasteel sectioons that were leaving her skin exposed. The boots went down into a twin sheat for the inside and outside of her ankle with a small blade and a hold out pistol. Her heels showing ultrasonic vibro spikes for piercing armored foes.
Her knee pads were armoed with small sections for power cells and the armored plating offered full range of movement without impeding her stride. Up her exposed crystasteel covered thighs into what seemed like a thong, framing her and with small straps falling off. Gleaming with crystals and etched with sith runes where it covered the smallest of exposed sections. The armored material was there with the crystasteel coverings, the belt leading to her sheath for equipment and all of her belts compartments, her lightsaber on her hip... one of several she had and used but she kept it there. As she continued to walk the exposed midriff gleamed revealing a naval piercing with blood red crystals in a silver metal setting. The quixoni crystals were attuned to the darkside and she could feel them as they dangled under the crystasteel.
All going up to what she had been known for within the empire, within the one sith and why compared to many she was more dangerous. The top section of her armor that gleamed with the micro repulsors and anti grav metal, keeping everything in place and firm. Hidden between the ZZZ cleavage was a hidden lightsaber she kept there while at her back gong down along her spine cords revealed the one lightwhip. The top went into shoulder pads that connected along the back revealing her shoulders and spine that was just barely visible. CLearly defined and tight muscles were there as she walked showing muscle on top of muscle that had been developed from years upon years of training. Her shoulders were gleaming with the metal and etched with campaigns she had done across many decades of service to the sith.
Her arms were exposed but showed promise as there were small armlets inserted with crystals and talisman's to give the sith lord her channeling power of the ancient spirits within the sith. A holocron that was smaller dangled under the one while her other saber that was visible was latched in place. Going down to elbow length gloves with small retractible claws able to use ultrasonic generators to cleave through armor and stone work easily enough. A latched wrist saber that was her second lightwhip served her well until the sith lord needed anything else. All of her stuff was framed by the mane of blood red like hair, curcls, beads, gemstones and everything within it. The scented oils used to keep it from frizz and all of it went t a clean and empty looking face. Her soft features, hard eyes and puffy lips that glowed a little darker shade of red.
Her tongue ring a gift from raven was the last thing, a kyber crystal that the two of them had bled on to corrupt it. A visible sign of her own power that something pure could easily be brought down. THe sith looked at the man who was there waiting for the landing fees and she spoke. "We do not need to pay the landing fees." She said it and narrowed her eyes with a look from him to his book and he gulps moving to go to security buttons as she focused2 the force and there was a pop.... THe defensive augments in her chest went off sending him up into the air several feet and back over the edge of the railung. The man next to him spoke, "Ah we don't need to see or collect your docking fees Lady... just don't kill me please." She gave a nod of her head while he was heading off and she felt the force of the world going towards the nearrst upscale bar and club she could find.
She sat down in the VIP section and requested nothing but held a hand as the owner was bringing the different girls to dance instead of offering one or two, he knew who she as and worked to keep her happy. "Dance." She said it and her voice rolled out of her mouth, around the tongue ring and across the dancers letting the shiver but she took all of them for this private moment. Seeing the dirty looks from some of the other patrons until she turned to look at them and they fell silent... tney turned away letting her go back to watchign the girls. Ravan had done somthing else to her and she wasn't entirely certain about it but she wasn't going to turn away from what she felt most of the time or thought about doing.
Nar Shadda was a cesspool, she had been here when she was younger before she had become a sith but after her family had been exiled from the mandalorians. The zeltron stood tall and at the ready, exiting the ship in a flourish before she was taking in some of the other parts from it. The smell had not changed, the atmosphere had not changed and most importantly the feeling of the people had not changed as she marched down the ramp. Standing differently, her time at the rift, at the monolith changing her in many ways before she was practically electrified with the force itself. Every cell was reinforced, hardened with the primeval force energies she had discovered while there... while facing the true unknown of the rift and things others could only tremble in fear of knowing.
There were few jedi or sith who would remember her within the galaxy, few who might even care that she was still alive and somewhat in a new body... compared to her old master Kaine... now an emperor again.... she hadn't body swapped and perished. She had found the rift and used the force energies to reconstitute her body stronger, younger looking despite her real age and make it more of a worthy vessel... something able to contain her power in the long run as opposed to something that would burn out and become sickly. that was why she had become a warlord.. to have the power itself that was why she had needed to augment herself with the force and alchemy to keep her failing body from failing. Each time she used the power to raise the dead, to creature a child of the darkside she had taken years from her life.
Now though she stood tall, back to seven foot two inches tall with skin like pink candy, gleaming and hairless, tight flawlessly smooth skin she oiled with extract from a terentrek, the oil coating protecting her but those who touched her would fel the burn of the beasts poison make them think twice. Her skin was scented with the poils as well, the underlying scent of power, of lust inducing pheromones with vanilla and flowers above it. Her exposed sections leading the way into thigh high boots, smooth, non reflective and made from alusteel and shell spider silk. They had knee pads that were protective and crystasteel sectioons that were leaving her skin exposed. The boots went down into a twin sheat for the inside and outside of her ankle with a small blade and a hold out pistol. Her heels showing ultrasonic vibro spikes for piercing armored foes.
Her knee pads were armoed with small sections for power cells and the armored plating offered full range of movement without impeding her stride. Up her exposed crystasteel covered thighs into what seemed like a thong, framing her and with small straps falling off. Gleaming with crystals and etched with sith runes where it covered the smallest of exposed sections. The armored material was there with the crystasteel coverings, the belt leading to her sheath for equipment and all of her belts compartments, her lightsaber on her hip... one of several she had and used but she kept it there. As she continued to walk the exposed midriff gleamed revealing a naval piercing with blood red crystals in a silver metal setting. The quixoni crystals were attuned to the darkside and she could feel them as they dangled under the crystasteel.
All going up to what she had been known for within the empire, within the one sith and why compared to many she was more dangerous. The top section of her armor that gleamed with the micro repulsors and anti grav metal, keeping everything in place and firm. Hidden between the ZZZ cleavage was a hidden lightsaber she kept there while at her back gong down along her spine cords revealed the one lightwhip. The top went into shoulder pads that connected along the back revealing her shoulders and spine that was just barely visible. CLearly defined and tight muscles were there as she walked showing muscle on top of muscle that had been developed from years upon years of training. Her shoulders were gleaming with the metal and etched with campaigns she had done across many decades of service to the sith.
Her arms were exposed but showed promise as there were small armlets inserted with crystals and talisman's to give the sith lord her channeling power of the ancient spirits within the sith. A holocron that was smaller dangled under the one while her other saber that was visible was latched in place. Going down to elbow length gloves with small retractible claws able to use ultrasonic generators to cleave through armor and stone work easily enough. A latched wrist saber that was her second lightwhip served her well until the sith lord needed anything else. All of her stuff was framed by the mane of blood red like hair, curcls, beads, gemstones and everything within it. The scented oils used to keep it from frizz and all of it went t a clean and empty looking face. Her soft features, hard eyes and puffy lips that glowed a little darker shade of red.
Her tongue ring a gift from raven was the last thing, a kyber crystal that the two of them had bled on to corrupt it. A visible sign of her own power that something pure could easily be brought down. THe sith looked at the man who was there waiting for the landing fees and she spoke. "We do not need to pay the landing fees." She said it and narrowed her eyes with a look from him to his book and he gulps moving to go to security buttons as she focused2 the force and there was a pop.... THe defensive augments in her chest went off sending him up into the air several feet and back over the edge of the railung. The man next to him spoke, "Ah we don't need to see or collect your docking fees Lady... just don't kill me please." She gave a nod of her head while he was heading off and she felt the force of the world going towards the nearrst upscale bar and club she could find.
She sat down in the VIP section and requested nothing but held a hand as the owner was bringing the different girls to dance instead of offering one or two, he knew who she as and worked to keep her happy. "Dance." She said it and her voice rolled out of her mouth, around the tongue ring and across the dancers letting the shiver but she took all of them for this private moment. Seeing the dirty looks from some of the other patrons until she turned to look at them and they fell silent... tney turned away letting her go back to watchign the girls. Ravan had done somthing else to her and she wasn't entirely certain about it but she wasn't going to turn away from what she felt most of the time or thought about doing.
