Darth Nazari sat on a hospital bed no mask or robe adorning him. In fact he wore nothing of his usual outfit and instead wore only a pair of pants, with his shirt off and skin showing. The naturally red and black hued tone of his skin was a bright contrast to the bright white of the hospital rooms, and even further the multitude of scar tissue seemed to stand out even more in the bright daylight.
His head swung from side to side slightly as the Nurse before him directed his every movement. Her stone but sanguine voice rang out as she inspected him, eventually reaching for his lower chin and commanding him not to blink. His dark red eyes popped open slightly and the woman pointed a flashlight into them. His eyes somehow managed to stay open, even with the repulsively bright beam shining directly into them. For a second the Nurse simply looked at his pupil, and then she made a “hmpf” noise.
“I'm sure you're aware of this, but you have what is known as albinism.”
Nazari nearly let out a scoff at that. Of course he was an albino, his skin had always been so even before becoming a Sith. Unlike his brothers and sisters in the One Sith Nazari needed no tattoo's or markings. His skin had been red from the start, and the normal white lines of his species had been black. It was an odd skin pigmentation, but he had always taken it as his right to become Sith.
In answer to her Nazari simply nodded, not wanting to interrupt the woman.
He needed her to finish this examination, to cease her incessant blabbering and get on with it. He was here to kill a very important man, a man well guarded within this hospital. It had been easy for him to decide to go in as a patient, and find a way into the mans room that way. All he had to do was add one drop of poison to his bacta supply, and he would die. A simple enough task.
The Nurse finally finished her speaking and turned around.
“I will return for you shortly.”
Nazari smiled at her, and nodded. His montrals felt her footsteps as she walked out of the room and went out the hall, a grimace settling on his face as he quickly got dressed.
His head swung from side to side slightly as the Nurse before him directed his every movement. Her stone but sanguine voice rang out as she inspected him, eventually reaching for his lower chin and commanding him not to blink. His dark red eyes popped open slightly and the woman pointed a flashlight into them. His eyes somehow managed to stay open, even with the repulsively bright beam shining directly into them. For a second the Nurse simply looked at his pupil, and then she made a “hmpf” noise.
“I'm sure you're aware of this, but you have what is known as albinism.”
Nazari nearly let out a scoff at that. Of course he was an albino, his skin had always been so even before becoming a Sith. Unlike his brothers and sisters in the One Sith Nazari needed no tattoo's or markings. His skin had been red from the start, and the normal white lines of his species had been black. It was an odd skin pigmentation, but he had always taken it as his right to become Sith.
In answer to her Nazari simply nodded, not wanting to interrupt the woman.
He needed her to finish this examination, to cease her incessant blabbering and get on with it. He was here to kill a very important man, a man well guarded within this hospital. It had been easy for him to decide to go in as a patient, and find a way into the mans room that way. All he had to do was add one drop of poison to his bacta supply, and he would die. A simple enough task.
The Nurse finally finished her speaking and turned around.
“I will return for you shortly.”
Nazari smiled at her, and nodded. His montrals felt her footsteps as she walked out of the room and went out the hall, a grimace settling on his face as he quickly got dressed.
