Private Siren

[Lucretia Lister]

Wearing: Liar's Flesh

Armed with: Double Agent (Blue Saber Staff)

Turncoats

Lucretia opened her eyes.

She was in the middle of a Captain's Quarters, not exactly certain where it was, or how she had gotten there, only that it was hers.

It was expensive, wherever it was, and the elderly but athletic looking woman was soon using her blood on nearby fabrics to fashion her armor of choice, a Silvery, metallic catsuit that reflected everything around it.

Lucretia looked around for weapons, saw an opened case of stone, which contained copies of her preferred weapons.

"Ah. Someone opened the surprise..." Lucretia noted, picking up her Lightsaber and a fifty caliber pistol...

"Good for me...bad for them..." she said to herself, leaving her quarters, waltzing past photos she didn't care about.

As she exited her ship, an old YT 1300, Lucretia realized she was out in the plains of Naboo, the breeze blowing gently everywhere...

Her flesh everywhere rippled for a few seconds, the Force in deep fluctuation. Unnatural fluctuation.

Lucretia saw a small band of young and old, all moving in one direction. Her eyes turned, looked upward.

The sky was a hidious sickly green over a white tower that had seemingly erupted from the earth. She felt only the dark side from it. Poisonous...

Lucretia sighed.

"Sometimes I question why I bother waking up in a new host sometimes..." she muttered to herself, deciding to go over and check one of the Civilians.

"Excuse me? Hello? I seem to be lost..." Lucretia called out to them, flashing a smile.

They ignored her like she wasn't even there.

Lucretia walked right up to one, a small boy, and shook him.

"The voice...it's so beautiful..." he said breathlessly, pulling out of her grasp.

Lucretia did an eye take.

"Okaaaayyyy..." she trailed. "Ugh. I hate this fething business sometimes..."

Whistling, Lucretia pulled out her handgun and went to the direction of the tower, deciding to investigate...



Pradd Miolonn

 

[Pradd Miolonn]

The plains of Naboo, I kriffing hate those plains. Yeah, they're boring. Just midly interesting when there's some predators trying to smell him. Well, it was a boring day where Pradd trying to cool down after the Day of Life, it was a nice night.

Anyways, Pradd came to Naboo, because tourists guides on the Holonet tell you to go to Naboo, a top-tier destination. Sadly, it was all lies, even if they had fun activities, it's just plains, and big capital, with senators and representatives. So, after a while, Pradd just took his clothes, his purple-ish lightsaber and got off to the planes.


It was the worst decision he did, why? Because Pradd just felt a great ripping through the Force. He felt like something came to life and signal, and it wasn't a happy one. Waves of fear and anger just came from.. "Bloody hell.. Is it a tower? There was no tower before.. Wait a minute.. It comes from here..?"

Pradd quickly grabbed his Comlink and tried to communicate with Coruscant's Jedi Temple. It wasn't even worth it, you couldn't intercept a Flagship in here. Pradd, stubborn as he is, would quickly run to the Tower after evaluation of this situation. It probably was a Sithspawn, maybe aggressive, or fueled by someone?

"Oh, the Higher One, please tell me why I'm doing this?"

 

[Lucretia Lister]

As Lucretia approached the tower, the flesh all over her body rippled and shuddered violently all over her body, bubbling violently as she struggled towards the tower, her suit granting an immense resistance to the dark force energy of the tower. Her suit started to smoke and burn like fat in a pan as she struggled towards it, the flesh on her face starting to pull away from the skeleton, exposing the slick white skull and dull green muscles underneath, but still she struggled towards the tower, until she passed through the magical barrier that the tower had created, apparently specifically to keep someone like her out. It wasn't meant to affect normal Force Sensitives, though Pradd Miolonn had no doubt noticed the waves of the dark side the tower eminated never the less...

Her flesh stopped bubbling horribly and eventually stabilized on her skeleton, her suit beginning to fix the damage slowly.

Lucretia walked forward, very curious about all these people moving towards the tower. She waited a few minutes until the wounds on her body slowly vanished. She had no doubt in her mind that if she hadn't been wearing her suit it would have annihilated her.

The Witch then moved forward, closer to the tower. It seemed to have actually become taller somehow...

Lucretia chose not to take any chances. She began chanting the spell, her face bubbling violently as it detached from the skull, sprouting tendrils as it ripped itself away, still bubbling as it rapidly built itself up into another Lucretia, who morphed the rest of her flesh to make it look like she wore a gray catsuit.

She ordered the copy to go ahead of her, and see if any more surprises awaited, as flesh grew over the exposed skull, reproducing her face once more.

The Copy nodded, flesh on her own body shuddering as she went quietly forward, disappearing into the Crowd.

Just then the original Lucretia (For lack of a better word) sensed a strong Force Presence running toward the tower. She immediately moved to intercept, until she spotted a Padawan running toward the Tower.

"Hey!" she called out, waving her hands, metallic gray catsuit reflecting the environment around it with it's chromium like finish. "What are you doing out here? Don't you know how dangerous it is? Are you under the same spell the others are?"