The Street Rat

[Nyx]

Coruscant. A planet of corruption, of poverty, of crime.
Nyx loved this hellhole.
The street rat strode down the street, sizing up her fellow pedestrians. The freelancing was slow right now, so she needed to go back to the classics; taking stuff from people without them ever knowing she was there.
The dark-haired girl analyzed potential targets, sizing them up.

Too big.

Too fast.

She could see the blaster on that one's hip.

Then she saw her.
A blonde woman, nicely dressed. Didn't appear armed. Something about her messed with Nyx's instincts, screaming at her to go the other way, to leave the woman alone; but she ignored it. The street rat needed to eat, after all.

She fell into step behind her, matching her stride. After a minute, she stepped forward, tapping the woman on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, do you have the time?" She asked, while her hands slipped into her pocket, grabbing whatever was there.
"Actually, I just remembered something; sorry to bother you!"
Nyx began to walk away, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

She smiled, going ahead and goings about her business. At least so it seemed. Inside of her pocket had been a wallet, and as soon as the young hoodlum was out of sight, her plan went into action. Eventually, Nyx would run into a blonde woman looking directly at her. Not moving, not doing anything, just staring.

And we're she to turn around and run, another blonde woman, identical to the first, would be staring at her, but even closer. Every time she would turn around, the woman would be there, closer each and every time. Until eventually, she was right there.

"Boo."

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

It was all Nyx could do to keep from crying out in fear when the blonde lady said "Boo."
Dammit, her feeling was right! She cursed her stupidity.
As it was, she simply shook a little, but kept the wallet clutched in her hands.
"A-Alright lady, listen," She stammered. "I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you are; but I need this money more than you do! So if you want it, then you'll have to take it!"
Her voice was a mixture of fear and resolve, but she managed to look the woman straight in the eye.


[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"Money?" A voice came from directly behind her, another blonde woman standing there. Whether that was an illusion or not remained to be seen. "What money? Tell me... Is that wallet really so useful to you now?"

She smiled, both blonde and her illusion standing directly in front of the street rat. "Well? Check."

Were she to do so, there would be nothing there at all. Nothing at all. It was as though it never existed. "I hold control over the powers of reality. And yet you've disturbed me. Why?"

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx's cheeks filled with color as she tried to empty the wallet of credits. . . only to find it was gone. The whole karking wallet was gone.
"Son of a. . ."
She briefly considered drawing the blade sheathed on her back, but knew it was useless. What the street rat was dealing with was someone so far above her she could not comprehend the power the woman in front of her could wield.

"What can I say? I like money, and you seemed like an easy target; though I now see the error of my ways."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

"You like money?" The woman behind her said. "Why not simply ask for it like a more respectable human being? Or did you consider that all people on the face of this world are scum like you, self-serving individuals who wouldn't hand you a cup of water if it would save your life?" She crossed her arms. "But I will give you an opportunity to redeem yourself. Pledge yourself to me - you will be cleaned, be made more regal a woman than you are now."

She waited for a moment before smiling, raising her hand as a wallet appeared in it. "Unless you wish to suffer the punishment for your actions."

 

[Nyx]

Nyx let out a short laugh.
"You want me to make me a 'regal' woman?"
In her head, she tried to imagine herself wearing a dress and curtsying, and laughed at the image.

But she sobered up when she saw [member="Enigma"] summon up the wallet again, considering the alternatives. Probably ending with her horrible and gruesome death, which she did NOT want, to say the least.

"Alright, lady." She said with a sigh. "If you think you can turn this street rat into a 'goodie-goodie', then give it your best shot. Long as you don't turn me into a wamp rat."

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

"I'm not the sort to have children who are goodie-two-shoes." Again, the voice would come from behind her. "My children are strong. Fast. Intelligent. They exist to further improve themselves - and what has been built by me and my forebears." She would disintegrate, turning into a fine mist of dust that would flow directly through Nyx - and into the real Circe directly behind her. "You are of adequate cunning and capabilities to allow for the furthest of advancement to work with you. And should you fail to adapt to your new life..." She smirked.

"Well, the Vinithi room is always open."

 

[Nyx]

Nyx gulped, the ramifications of what the woman was saying loud and clear.
She had no idea what the Venithi room was, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

The street rat gave an awkward bow.
"W-Well, my name is Nyx, boss. I guess I'm with you. now."
She wasn't really sure where to address @Enigma; all these illusions were messing with her head, and she didn't like it.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

"Nyx... It's too much like somebody that I used to know..." She thought for a moment, pondering how to best ensure that the woman had a name that could fit into her new life as Circe's daughter. "Nyx Nyx Nyx Nyx Nyx... Attrexia... Anixia? Yes... Anixia. Anixya. That comes off right. Anixya Vantai - or rather, Anixya Kuhn, considering the family marriage that's gone on recently."

"Welcome to the first step of your new life, Nyx. I hope you enjoy it."

 

[Nyx]

"Anixya, huh? Anixya. . ." She tried the name out, rolling it off her tongue.
She liked how it sounded, and she could keep her old name as a nickname. Her name was one of the few things that was hers, after all.

The street rat smirked and crossed her arms.

"Well, I guess we'll be spending a lot of time together. . .mom."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

"Indeed we will, my daughter, indeed we will." She smiled. "Now, let's get you the hell out of these rags and into some worthwhile clothing. Come with me... I'll have a droid take your measurements and do some work with my wardrobe in order to help make sure that they fit you properly." After all, it was easier to do such with clothes she already owned.

She was loving enough to get Nyx her own wardrobe sometime, though.

 

[Nyx]

Her clothes?
Nyx looked down at herself. Her leather jacket had certainly seen better days, and she didn't even remember where she'd gotten the pants she was wearing.
Alright, she saw her new mother's point. . .

"Fine." She muttered as she followed the woman. "But I'm keeping the jacket." That jacket was where she drew the line. Dress her however, but the jacket stayed.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

We'll see if I can do something with it." Circe sighed, motioning for the woman to come with her. "High society... Molding a rebel like you into it is going to be quite the challenge. I look forward to seeing what can be done. There are those tattoos to deal with after all..." She thought for a moment. "Two options... Both of which are going to be a serious pain in the ass. First option is I put you through the skin rejuvenator. Second is that I try and find, well... something that can cover them up. High society women rarely have tattoos, certainly nothing as large and complex as this..."

She paused, waiting to see which one scared Nyx more.

 

[Nyx]

Nyx glanced at the exposed parts of her skin that revealed the mural of ink that laid beneath her clothes. Out of everything she owned, nothing cost quite so much as her ink. Over the years, she'd copied any design she liked, adding them permanently to her body. They were an essential part of her identity, a way to express herself. Getting rid of them would be like ripping off her skin.

"I'd prefer to cover them, if I must." She answered after a bit of thought. "Getting them removed would just feel. . . Wrong."
Nyx tried to imagine herself in a dress, being polite and couteous to people: the only image was enough to bring out a snicker from her.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

"Very well... I suppose that'll work." Mentally, she reminded herself to have a full body scan done of Nyx in order to determine the extent of the tattooing. It would certainly help her figure out just how much of her flesh had truly been coated with ink, determining the style of clothing she would need to wear in order to not stick out like an un-noble.

"Well, shall we return to my ship and get you cleaned up?"

 

[Nyx]

"Yeah, I suppose we should."
She said with a sigh. The idea of becoming 'high-society' was both exciting and terrifying. She'd always hated the nobles, and now she was going to become one.

She could only hope it wouldn't change her too much. After all, stealing was fun.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Nyx"]

Smiling, Circe motioned for Nyx to follow her while she followed her... Or was that her illusion? Either way, Nyx wouldn't have the opportunity to try and stab her in the back without being noticed and stopped - a safety precaution, as daughters in the Kuhn family seemed to grow up to despise their mothers, something that the woman known as Vanessa understood.

"We'll be reaching my shuttle soon. It'll be quite the luxury... but please, tell me more about yourself."

 

[Nyx]

Nyx shrugged.
"What is there to tell? I was born here on Coruscant, somewhere. Never knew my parents, no idea if they abandoned me, gave me up, whatever. I was raised in an orphanage for a few years, but I got out of there as soon as possible. I was better off on the streets than in that place.
"From there, I was a pickpocket, mainly. Moved on to mugging in my teens, and lately, killing has entered the picture."

She stopped for a moment, sighing.
"Credits have always been the ticket off the streets for me; but lately, I can't help but wonder if I'm worthy of anything else."

The street rat shook such thoughts out of her head.
"So, that's me." She said at last. "Now you know."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"You will be worthy when I'm done with you." She smiled. "That I can assure you." She smiled, waiting for the newest member of the Kuhn family to follow her up the ramp as they finally reached the shuttle. Once inside, she would immediately note the extreme levels of luxury inside the starship as it would slowly begin to take off. What was so special about it? Absolutely nothing.

"Now before we do anything else... Take a shower. Nothing personal... I just would prefer you be a bit cleaner when we begin to introduce you to others in the family."

[member="Nyx"]