The Shadow
Mission: completed. That was the easy part, the hard part was getting off a planet inhabited by so many criminal and murderous egos, the latter Zanami herself could appreciate given the state of her role and alliance within the fabled Sith Order. She was successful in assassinating the targeted subject, whilst procuring an article of importance to the Tsis'kaar.
To the hard part, her success did not go as planned, as the Intel giving to her superiors from a contact nestled within the Hutt's minimal sized palace was sorely lacking in accuracy; the context of it missing several important key elements that could have proved fatal for the young Sith.
Now she found herself running through the putrid swamps, being chased by several employees of their dead despot, failing to understand how she got her, barely recollecting the events building up to her current situation. The only conclusion she could possibly piece together was another blackout; but who took over.
She was acutely aware of the other two voices that haunted her mind, mentally causing drastic affairs that left her befuddled and confused when the onset of reality struck from their abandonment. She had spoken to them, more so of late, but they only wanted to converse at their own leisure or a setting or time of their choosing. Mother and Father were to blame, she believed it.
Exhausted and the hunger slowly creeping in, she stopped briefly to catch a reprieve, hoping one of the voices came back. She was trained rather exceptionally, but she lack the morals to slaughter unconditionally as the others possessed. And now, when she needed one of them, they opted to remain silent. She could hear her pursuers, feeling them closing in our her. She was outnumbered, but if she died today; the voices would cease, and her fear of Mother and Father would no longer haunt her.
