Iziz awoke, and with his awakening came some level of discomfort, he had gotten used to the cybernetic apparatus which was attached the the end of his spinal column, at least to domestic levels... he hadn't quite begun the combat training with it, but, that was neither here nor there, after the defeat of the Terentatek, and after his arm had been healed properly, he had taken a trip down to a trusted surgeon who had performed the long standing operation. Though Iziz had failed in his meditation training, he thought he had done reasonably well, attempting to meditate through the pain of open surgery without the need for pain relief, though, when they began to tap into his nervous system, the pain became too much to bear and he fainted swiftly, only to be put on life support and treated as any other patient... Though now weeks later and with bacta treatment and a couple further check ups, the wounds around the tail had healed well, to the point that the suturing had been removed and there was no longer a risk of tear or infection. Iziz was finally healed and able to take the tail for another test drive. Early in the morning Iziz was to be found outside, running and jumping with the tail to get used to it, performing simple tasks to ensure that it didn't get in the way. It felt strange, like a phantom limb which was actually there, but, it was not quite real, he could not feel it, like any other limb, but, none the less, it was moving, like it was completely numb.
Iziz had discovered how he would keep it hidden, wrapping it several times around his waist was comfortable as it kept the weight of the tail close to his core, however, running with the added weight was not something that he was used to. It was a few kilos of weight which was dragging him down, and with the addition of his two new light-sabers, it was a nice little arsenal that he had accumulated combined with a single thermal detonator out of his wages from overtaking a large company. A few thousand credits, but it was worth every cent, one never knew when they needed a plasma bomb in order to get a job done, be they fighting against a Jedi or something else. Something new could be seen in Iziz's eye should one be familiar with him, and it wasn't malign or vicious, it was something happy, he felt like he was making progress amongs the sith, and, being a Jawa, it was something which he had not anticipated. He had been doing well, and the small rodentine animal was proud of himself, to the point of almost being a little giddy. However, it wasn't long until his datapad lit up with a message stating that he was requested for a mission, reading the details it seemed rather routine, finding one of the most valuable ores in the galaxy and attempting to bring it back for the Sith Assassins. Seemed simple enough, Iziz could use such a material for his lightsaber hilts, which would be more than handy to ensure that his saber staff did not suffer the fate of every other saber staff in history... being cut in two.
So, Iziz headed off to the space station, looking out for anyone who might be familiar, yet, finding no-one. The small, amber eyed diminutive rodent like Jawa looked around quizzically for any sign of the raiding party, though, the entrance to the mine was terribly far away, so, he decided to take a shuttle. Pairing off with a couple of troopers, miners, and various other mobs, he hitched a ride to his location, meditating much of the way as many of their eyes fell on him, wondering if he was exactly what they thought he was. After a couple of muttered Utinis and getting angrier and angrier at their doubt that he was a member of the sith, and had just as much power as anyone who stood at a full 6' in height, he eventually blended into the background until they reached their destination, not long before the others. Getting off, he hoped he would be able to hitch a ride back with whomever else was here as, when this ride returned, the Jawa doubted he would be as tolerant after a long day's work. It was here that he managed to sense out the raiding party. Walking over, he was offered a man sized mining tool, Iziz did little but looked at the man quizzically and cock his head to a side... the tool was larger than himself, and probably just as heavy... the miner, feeling a little off, let him be as Iziz rolled his eyes and continued toward the others... Raising a hand in greetings he jumped up onto a rock and sat down to be eye level with the rest of them, crossing his legs and awaiting a plan of action.
This was going to be a long day.
