To Change A Trainling (Ferus)

[Jamie Pyne]

Agghhhh! Amelia let out a pained cry of agony as her body molded, transformed, and reshaped into a new body. One of a woman she had met at a club on Zeltros many years ago. She had thought her appearance appropriate, and needed to maintain her individual appearances to both the Republic and the Sith, lest her cover be blown. A senator of Nubia training with a Sith Lord would most certainly look poorly, so for this she could never shift into her typical form. Her name amongst the Sith would be Zora Harper.

Her goal? Not to become a Sith. No, she had no love of their culture, their ways, or their quest for galactic domination at the suffering of all others. She needed training. Specifically training in the ability to mask her Force signature to its very core. Furthermore, she required training in the art of tracking, hunting, and stealth through the assistance of the Force. Small, but important things, to augment her natural talents so that she would be given the edge over any situation. Yes, that was why she had sought out this group. The name would come to the Clawdite's mind as she made her way through the streets of Coruscant, where she was to meet this Zabrak by the name of [member="Darth Ferus"]. A shorter than average lightsaber, complete with a purple hued blade danced along her hip as she wandered through the crowds, a token of payment for one of her...messier contracts. And so she walked, searching for the red man.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Amelia Isadora"] would find very quickly that finding the Red Man would not be as simple as she thought. In fact, it seemed like the Sith went out of his way to hide from the Changeling, going so far as to shrink away his signature within the Force and don himself new clothing. They were of course simple clothing, but they weren't something he was known to wear. A suit.

This was a mixture of a test and a new lesson, as he would watch the girl from afar. How long would it take her to find him? Or even notice he was there, watching her movements? He wasn't sure. She could be better at this than he assumed, or worse, so he would just follow along, sipping idly at a cup of Cafe he happened to have with him.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Wandering around through the streets for some time she kept her eyes focused on her surroundings, those around her, and the sounds of the slums of the city she ventured through. This place smelled something fierce, and the girl was hoping to find her mark without having to stick around any longer than necessary. The distaste she held for this planet was high, even if her people had little stake in the war between the Sith and the Republic, as well as the other warring factions.

Even if she took up the mantle of a senator for the Republic, her loyalty lay with credits and wealth, nothing more, nothing less. Her position would get her foot in the door to that power and wealth, but it was hardly her passion. What was she good at? Impersonations. Her genetics and life of training gave her the ability to accurately modify her own body to those she was familiar with, and was equally skilled at vocal impersonations, making her an asset to anyone looking for intel, heists, or assassinations.

A breeze from behind would snap the girls neck to a 180 degree turn, her body following as her eyes looked around the crowd. Feeling watched, she scanned the faces of those around quickly, her pace halted as her eyes looked through the crowd, narrowing in on a few pairs of eyes that had engaged hers. Turning back she quickened her pace and turned down an alleyway.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus kept with [member="Amelia Isadora"] , casually ducking into shops as her gaze may end up in his direction, or talking to a local. He practically blended right in, if he wasn't such a deep red color amidst a predominantly human population. By now, it wouldn't be too hard for Amelia to notice he was following her, but he seemed content with sticking back, idly sipping that Caf in his hand.

It was damn good Caf.

As she seemed to pick up her pace however the red man finally decided to down the caffeine filled drink and follow in suit. She knew he was there, but where was she going? As she rounded the corner into an allyway, he too followed, one hand raised up in case of an attack, the other placed ever so casually on the hilt of a saber tucked away in his suit's jacket.