The Perfect Vessel
Unlike her other talkative Darths, Nephthys stood quietly at the rear of the ship. Her diminutive form would stand next to a large viewport -- or what passed as a viewport in the organic vessel they flew in. The apparent mute would stare quietly into the distance, and one would wonder if she was simply meditating or thinking.
Long black hair would flank her pale face, giving her an almost doll like appearance that was both surreal in nature as well as eerily beatific. For those who knew her were aware she would communicate with a more telepathic method, in a series of images and muted words that would transfer through the Force for those who were receptive.
Otherwise, she normally kept to herself or with her twin brother. It appeared that for this mission, she would risk life and limb on her own.
Long black hair would flank her pale face, giving her an almost doll like appearance that was both surreal in nature as well as eerily beatific. For those who knew her were aware she would communicate with a more telepathic method, in a series of images and muted words that would transfer through the Force for those who were receptive.
Otherwise, she normally kept to herself or with her twin brother. It appeared that for this mission, she would risk life and limb on her own.