Just Another Face
Location: Bastion, Royal Academy of Bastion.
It was almost like a bad dream, least in her eyes. Waking up one day, and being told that you were desired by Sith Recruiters to come to their little academy and train wasn't exactly how she imagined her life. Then again, how many other people could say the same thing? Natima looked down to the students who pandered about. Some of them were well dressed nobility, a handful of a lower class that only had this opportunity as a potential to be someone. Most of them would fail. A long time ago she had tried to be someone, tried to be alot of people, and where did it get her? No where. If not for her shape-shifting, she'd have been dead. Just like her last few partners. She didn't feel like she fit in here. Being in the crime networks was easy, you just lie until people stopped asking you questions, and if they didn't you killed them. It was the same with business, just without the murder; well a legitimate business didn't involve murder. The Sith on the other hand, it was overly convoluted. You couldn't kill too openly now, but if you stabbed your fellow acolyte to death in his sleep they might look the other way. It didn't make a lick of sense to her.
Yet, here she was. Scarlet clad robes adorned, saber hanging from her belt, and a look of uncertainty stretched across her face. She was an official Sith, only needed to be auctioned off to a master and slave out the remainder of her days; maybe she'd eventually get to become a knight before she died, who could say. She bit her lip, mind thinking back to those nights on Denon, and where she had gone horribly wrong on this path of life choices. Her hand inadvertently caressed the hilt of the dagger hidden within her vestments, sparking a smile to appear on her face. Despite everything, she still managed to keep that little blade with her. She looked to the horizon once more, perhaps trying to find a silver lining for the turn her life was about to take her down; sadly she wasn't seeing it at the moment.
Telis Taharin-Zambrano