LOHDUTUS
Coruscant.
It had everything.
From the mundane to the exotic, if one was looking for something then the social epicentre of the galaxy was usually the first port of call. Nothing too innocent or depraved here. Peel back the normality of the high street and retail wonderland of the surface and reveal the realms of vice and death that lay beneath. It didn't matter who held the planet in an ever-temporary grasp, Coruscant always had what you needed.
In this case, a limb.
After a troublesome encounter with a certain green twi'lek, Evelynn Zambrano found herself lacking something. Namely her right hand and forearm. There were worse things to lose, your mind, your will, both hands even but it was still a rather bothersome inconvenience.
Cybernetics had been the first port of call, ultimately a waste of time. Most replacements worth having for a Sith's purpose did not bear in mind the physical strength of an emaciated creature such as herself. Too heavy and cumbersome to be of any immediate use to her cadaverous frame.
Surely it would not have been so out of the question for one of the Sith Emperor's daughters to have something suitable custom-made? It was, indeed, an option but in the very same breath it was an option that required confession in failure, how unfit for duty would she have seemed to come crawling home having already lost a limb?
Out of the question.
The last remaining option bar learning to live with the handicap delved into the arcane. Alchemy. A modicum of careful prodding was required, vague inquiries tossed into Coruscant's abyss seeking those outside of her father's circle that could deal with such a predicament.
Eventually, she had it. A Sith not associated with the Empire and a place to meet, a penthouse suite in a jarringly tall tower.
Prideful urgings were discarded as she ascended the tower in the decadent elevator with Evelynn having chosen to dress somewhat modestly for the appointment. Nobility in black. Bare bones with no frills, capes or anything that seemed. It very much lacked the grandiose drama that often accompanied the name Zambrano.
Her slight frame and blonde hair seemed to blend into the very décor of black marble and gold, something that might have been found amusing were she not forced to come here due to her own incompetence. The stump of her right arm was left uncovered and by her side as the remaining skeletal left hand rapped on the door with clipped polite tones.
Knock knock knock.
Darth Empyrean
It had everything.
From the mundane to the exotic, if one was looking for something then the social epicentre of the galaxy was usually the first port of call. Nothing too innocent or depraved here. Peel back the normality of the high street and retail wonderland of the surface and reveal the realms of vice and death that lay beneath. It didn't matter who held the planet in an ever-temporary grasp, Coruscant always had what you needed.
In this case, a limb.
After a troublesome encounter with a certain green twi'lek, Evelynn Zambrano found herself lacking something. Namely her right hand and forearm. There were worse things to lose, your mind, your will, both hands even but it was still a rather bothersome inconvenience.
Cybernetics had been the first port of call, ultimately a waste of time. Most replacements worth having for a Sith's purpose did not bear in mind the physical strength of an emaciated creature such as herself. Too heavy and cumbersome to be of any immediate use to her cadaverous frame.
Surely it would not have been so out of the question for one of the Sith Emperor's daughters to have something suitable custom-made? It was, indeed, an option but in the very same breath it was an option that required confession in failure, how unfit for duty would she have seemed to come crawling home having already lost a limb?
Out of the question.
The last remaining option bar learning to live with the handicap delved into the arcane. Alchemy. A modicum of careful prodding was required, vague inquiries tossed into Coruscant's abyss seeking those outside of her father's circle that could deal with such a predicament.
Eventually, she had it. A Sith not associated with the Empire and a place to meet, a penthouse suite in a jarringly tall tower.
Prideful urgings were discarded as she ascended the tower in the decadent elevator with Evelynn having chosen to dress somewhat modestly for the appointment. Nobility in black. Bare bones with no frills, capes or anything that seemed. It very much lacked the grandiose drama that often accompanied the name Zambrano.
Her slight frame and blonde hair seemed to blend into the very décor of black marble and gold, something that might have been found amusing were she not forced to come here due to her own incompetence. The stump of her right arm was left uncovered and by her side as the remaining skeletal left hand rapped on the door with clipped polite tones.
Knock knock knock.
Darth Empyrean
