Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
It had been surprisingly easy for her to obtain an image of her Master. All she had had to do was wait for him to leave on a time sensitive mission and snap a quick shot as he did so, the nature of the mission had then ensured that she had had time to make use of that image as she saw fit while he was out prowling the shadows of the galaxy. Of course, the manner in which she had obtained the picture had not exactly been optimal and the image was not what she would have preferred to use, but, the Right Hand of Darth Lykos had been trained to make use of what was available to her and so she had simply made do.
The fact that she had had to take the picture from a concealed camera in the elevator, one that wasn't exactly well-lit while he was in his robes hadn't helped in any way. Nor had the fact that she had had to greatly crop it to hide the amount of weaponry that had still adorned his form as he had been in the midst of concealing them - sure, she was pretty confident in the knowledge that someone would have probably preferred that image, but, she knew that a couple of the weapons he still utilised, particularly the poisoned darts and other utensils, were evidence in unsolved murders and exposing just who owned them would not have been a smart idea; and would have probably garnered 'training'.
The advert for the app had been brought to Tiae'khta's attention by the giggled words of one of her targets a few days prior before their untimely death and, upon looking further into it, she had seen the use of it. The Sith Magic ritual Darth Lykos had subjected her to upon accepting her into his service ensured that she could not act against him, that her loyalty was steadfast and unwavering and, as such, the only way for her to strike out against him was to do so in ways that would bring little to no harm against him - pranks, essentially. This app served such a purpose.
Humming a meaningless tune to herself as she reclined upon the settee within her and her Master's private quarters at the Black Adder, the assassin finished typing up the details on Darth Lykos' profile - avoiding mentioning the Darth title, listing his occupation as Mercenary and Gladiator and estimate his age (28) and height - smirking as she did so. Looking upon the finalised profile, the woman who often kept herself emotionless and stoic allowed the quietest of giggles to bubble up from the back of her throat to accompany the smirk.
Putting aside the datapad, Tiae'khta pushed herself off of the settee and wandered into the next room to polish her blades. She'd wait to see her Master's response to what she had done when he returned and, hopefully, someone who have 'swiped' one way or another by then, giving her some ammunition against him. She was loyal, yes, but she was not so loyal to the point of mindlessness.
The fact that she had had to take the picture from a concealed camera in the elevator, one that wasn't exactly well-lit while he was in his robes hadn't helped in any way. Nor had the fact that she had had to greatly crop it to hide the amount of weaponry that had still adorned his form as he had been in the midst of concealing them - sure, she was pretty confident in the knowledge that someone would have probably preferred that image, but, she knew that a couple of the weapons he still utilised, particularly the poisoned darts and other utensils, were evidence in unsolved murders and exposing just who owned them would not have been a smart idea; and would have probably garnered 'training'.
The advert for the app had been brought to Tiae'khta's attention by the giggled words of one of her targets a few days prior before their untimely death and, upon looking further into it, she had seen the use of it. The Sith Magic ritual Darth Lykos had subjected her to upon accepting her into his service ensured that she could not act against him, that her loyalty was steadfast and unwavering and, as such, the only way for her to strike out against him was to do so in ways that would bring little to no harm against him - pranks, essentially. This app served such a purpose.
Humming a meaningless tune to herself as she reclined upon the settee within her and her Master's private quarters at the Black Adder, the assassin finished typing up the details on Darth Lykos' profile - avoiding mentioning the Darth title, listing his occupation as Mercenary and Gladiator and estimate his age (28) and height - smirking as she did so. Looking upon the finalised profile, the woman who often kept herself emotionless and stoic allowed the quietest of giggles to bubble up from the back of her throat to accompany the smirk.
Putting aside the datapad, Tiae'khta pushed herself off of the settee and wandered into the next room to polish her blades. She'd wait to see her Master's response to what she had done when he returned and, hopefully, someone who have 'swiped' one way or another by then, giving her some ammunition against him. She was loyal, yes, but she was not so loyal to the point of mindlessness.
