New Forms

[Darth Ferus]

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In some cases, ones body stops being useful. Arms aren't as strong as they once were, legs run slower. What would you do if you had the ability to change this? To take a new body? Would you?​

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It was with a sigh the Zabrak looked down to his mechanical limb. The durasteel plated arm flexed as he wanted it to, but he could not feel it. As he touched his fingers together, all he felt was cool metal. It had been years now, years of him having to deal with missing his own arm, and his own leg. Blue eyes shifted down as he looked to the metallic leg. They were a gift, so to speak, from [member="Minna"] during her time as a Sith. The leg, a wound from training prior to her fall. The arm, a failed attempt at protecting scientists of the Ession Reformation.​

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He was sitting in the back of his ship, a top the bunk he called his bed. He was stripped of most clothing, causing his eyes to wander over each of the scars on his flesh. He knew where each one came from, and knew why each had happened. He had been too slow to evade. To weak to deflect. They were a reminder of his weakness.​

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He was going to change that. He had to change that. With the help of [member="Darth Venefica"] that is. The Zabrak could never transfer bodies himself, but this wouldn't be the first new body he had gotten. He was on his way to Fresia, where he would get himself a new body. The plan, kidnap the leader of the planet's son. There was more to this, but for now one step at a time. He would meet up his fellow Darth at the space port, where he'd actually explain the kidnapping part of his plan. A smirk formed over his face as he thought about her possible faces. Would she be annoyed? Thrilled? Surprised? He knew little about her save for the fact she was a Voice.​

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This would be their first time truly meeting.​

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He would slip on his jacket then, snapping from his daydream as a blip sounded off beside him.​

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"Master, we've arrived."​

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His pilot droid, Droid, spoke up from the com. With a nod he knew the droid couldn't see, Ferus stood and went to find his armored pants.​

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He'd find out her reaction soon enough.​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The small black and red shuttle, bearing the symbol of the One Sith emblazoned on the left wing, touched down next to the shuttle housing the leader of the Sith Assassins, [member="Darth Ferus"]. She knew of the man, but had little interaction with him. He had a reputation as a fierce fighter and a leader that led by example. He reminded her of herself. She bravely led her troops into the maws of the Sith's enemies, killing all that stood in the way of their success. She knew no fear and harboured no compassion for the weak. The weak were born to serve the strong faithfully, and if in the course of keeping this mantra true some lives needed to be sacrificed; and sacrifice them she did.​

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Now the reason for her being here was something special to her. She had begun dabbling in Sith Alchemy, a work in progress up to this pointe, and Sith Magik, another work in progress. She was eager to assist her fellow Lord in obtaining a new body, and if it proved successful, then one day when this meat sack began to fall apart from Darkside corruption; she would seek out a new body for herself. The Jedi accepted death, while the Sith cheated it. It was no wonder the Jedi Order was crumbling. Self-sacrifice was weakness.​

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Normally when she went traversing the galaxy she had been known to bring a small force with her, usually from her personal bodyguards or from her own personal battle-hardened warriors. Today she only brought her droid, Little Fella, along for the trip. He was not the typical droid that could lend aide in fights. His main strength was slicing computers, downloading encrypted files, and on occasion; upload damaging files. And he or she was the Sith Lady's only true friend.​

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She began walking down the ramp as it still continued to lower itself down to the surface, her bare feet slapping against the metal surface. She was not an impatient person, quite the contrary, but she was feeling the tingles of excitement washing over and through her. So now she stood on the planet's surface waiting for the Lord to meet her so he can give her more details on what he was hoping to accomplish here.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Having found his pants, he would slip them on without any delay. After all, he had a Lady waiting. As they were pulled over his scarred skin, the Force around him would shift, grabbing a hold of the rest of the accessories he normally had on his person. A belt, his sabers, the hidden blade, and a pistol. While he buttoned himself up he would use the Force itself to attach the items to his body, save for the hidden blade, with ages of practice. Ferus was not one to tear ships from the skies or unleash awe inspiring lightning storms, but he could certainly manipulate the smaller things around him to a much finer detail.​

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Asides, it made getting dressed that much quicker.​

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Now geared up as he normally would be, he would walk right towards the cockpit of his ship, leaning down beside Droid. He would not speak, rather look down at the holomap just to make sure it was [member="Darth Venefica"] 's ship that landed close by, and not someone else. One could never be too careful, especially when one lead a group about deceit. Once he was sure however, he would pat the robots head and turn to leave, climbing down the access ramp with both hands behind his head. He himself was alone, having left his only companion on the ship, but with a wide smile he would greet this Voice with his own.​

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"Ah! Darth Venefica, this truly is a pleasure. I was hoping to one day truly get to meet you, and here we are now." Both hands would slip down from his head as he inclined it, offering a respectful bow of his head. That would be the most he would offer however, as he tended thought fully bending over was a quick way to a quick death. Moving from such a position took too long in his mind. Once more his hands would go behind his head however, and almost with a child like grin he would speak again.​

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"I'm sure you're excited about what I have planned. As a fellow Alchemist, I can assure you this will be not only ground breaking, but awe inspiring. Once, of course, the latter objective is finished. For now, we're going to kidnap the son of the owner of this planet. His body will become my new one. Any questions so far?"​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She was pleased by the prompt arrival of the Zabrak Sith Lord. If one thing bothered her to no end, it was being made to wait; especially if she was the one being summoned. Her time was precious and it was never to be wasted. Sadly, a few Sith, politicians, and military figures had felt the full force of her anger for being made to wait; she could count the survivors of those encounters on one hand.​

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"It seems the Force has brought us together finally," she replied giving him a small nod of her head. Bowing or fulling dropping to one knee was not in nature. To her, that was admitting submission; and that was weakness. And she believed the Sith Lord held the same value as she did by his gesture of polite bow of his head.​

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"Kidnapping? Body transfer? You sure know how to impress a girl," she said giving the Zabrak a smile. "I'm excited already! I no doubt you have a plan all laid out. So please....the anticipation is killing me."​

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Kidnapping was nothing new to her. She had procured politicians in the past, keeping them locked away while her brothers and sisters in the Sith laid waste to their planets. Without politicians to rally the people, they were far easy to subdue. Now body transfer was something she had studied but never experimented with before. But there is always a first time for everything. She had no doubt they would be successful.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Oh there's so much more to this plan than just kidnapping and Alchemy. If what I plan comes to fruition, the One Sith will have the largest alchemy basin the Galaxy had ever seen, as well as a new example as to why we should be feared." There was a small wink to [member="Darth Venefica"] before he turned, spreading his hands wide. Before them, the main city of Fresia. It was filled almost purely with humans, humans that hated the Sith. It was visible through posters and the like, and perhaps a major reason Ferus had chosen this planet. These people would not be missed by any within One Sith space once he was finished.

"For now though, we need the son. And sadly, we have to be quiet about it. Can't risk him dying just yet after all. Do you have anything.. Less Sith like to walk around in?" Blue eyes went back over to to the Voice with a light grin. He wasn't so much as insulting her taste in clothing as trying to keep his own mission intact. "If not, we can always go into town and get you something."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She looked down at her outfit and smiled. She didn't dress like the typical Sith but took a more fashionable approach of dressing like a swamp witch. The bones, skins, and hairs that adorned her outfit, coupled with those on her wrists and ankles and the two teeth woven into her hair had been designed to install fear into her enemies. But for what her fellow Lord was proposing, her outfit would make her stand out. Luckily she always came prepared. So she raised her finger in a gesture to give her a moment and she returned to the shuttle to change.​

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Upon making the switch in clothing, she stared into the mirror feeling someone awkward. Only on one other occasion did she dress like a girl. The reflection staring back at her made her feel as though she was being mocked but this outing wasn't about her. It was about helping her comrade achieve his goals. So with a small sigh, she exited the transport.​

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Her new outfit comprised of a green and yellow short-sleeved tunic with a white trim around the edges of the arms. Her pants, in contrast to the tunic, ended at her knees and were coloured white with black stitching. Her lightsaber was attached to a belt on the pants but was concealed by the white-hooded cloak she wore over this outfit. Normally she traversed the galaxy bare foot but today she was wearing black knee-high boots. All her bone jewelry, including the two teeth in her hair, had all been removed. If not for the apparent presence of the Darkside corruption on her face and skin; she would have looked beautiful.​

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"Will this suffice," she asked then gave a twirl of her body.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

A bow of the head would be offered in response as [member="Darth Venefica"] asked for a moment. Thankfully, time was not an issue for his plan. The Zabrak would slip both hands behind his head and turn back towards the city, keeping his eyes out there as he patiently waited. It was sad though, that she would have to change. Bones, skin, even teeth, they all had a.. Special place within the heart of the Iridonian. Raised on war, bred by blood, he could respect the want to be surrounded by death, even if he himself didn't do so on his own.

Then again, most of his weaponry were crafted from the blood of his foes.

Lost in thought, he didn't even hear the swamp witch return, and if she hand't spoken he most likely wouldn't of even noticed she was there. However, when she asked how she looked, he turned to be somewhat.. Disappointed. This disappointment was not born from her choice of clothing, or anything of the like, but he already found himself missing the small touch of what he considered home from her form.

Though she still did look good.

A smile would form on his lips as Ferus gave a quick nod, looking her up and down as he did so. "Not as beautiful as your other outfit, but still ravishing none the less. You'll fit in nicely. Now, can you perhaps fake an accent? If not, we can pretend your mute for what comes next." What comes next was quite literally after he had finished speaking. A man, dressed in simple clothing, came into the hangar with both hands clasped together before him. A quick bow to each was offered before the human spoke up.

"Lord and Lady Marrc of Iridonia, I've come as your escort to the ball. Are you prepared to go?" Ferus would offer a smile to the man, and speak up in a rather unique and odd accent. Venefica may not have known it, but it seems the Zabrak Lord was about to bring her to a party.

"Ja, ah be. How bout jaself Lady Marrc?" Blue eyes shifted over to the female, brimming with enjoyment. This was to be a game for him, as well as a mission from the highest authority.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Faking an accent was not something she was accustomed to being asked. She knew different languages, yes, but accents; no. However, playing a mute seemed appealing. All she had to do in her role was observe and try to blend in. She could do that. Darth Venefica looked down at her droid and winked. This was going to be fun.​

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"I'm intrigued by acting the role of a mute," she answered, the words the last she would say for most, if not for the rest, of the mission.​

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The arrival of the simple dressed man followed by his perfected bow earned Lord Ferus another smile. Lord and Lady Marrc of Iridonia? Ball? Again, another smile. The devious little Zabrak had planned out his heist perfectly. Posing as either royalty or rich snobs, she was unsure of which but she didn't care because she was mute, to gain entry into the ball was, well, assassin style.​

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Her newly redone hair bounced with vibrance in pursuit of her nodding head at the posed questions to her by the man and Lord Marre. She was ready. For the swamp girl, the prospect of attending the ball as a 'guest' for pleasure rather than business enthused her. In the end, it would be business, for now she was going to milk this for all it's worth.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

The trip to the building would go otherwise quiet. Their driver spoke not a word on their way there, giving Ferus and [member="Darth Venefica"] there privacy in the back with a sound dampening glass. With a quick feel of the Force, the Assassin made sure there were no listening devices either. Blue eyes of the still Zabrak glanced to the female, wide with joy and excitement. He wasn't pleased about the ball, but the slaughter that awaited.

"For now we can speak freely. You are my adoring wife, known for your primal charm and beauty. You can speak, but you don't know Basic well enough so you remain silent. You can of course understand it. When we get there, we'll have to play along until we get to the prince and our target. He'll be protected, but there won't be enough man power to stop two Sith Lords such as ourselves. Just stick close, and remember. You're my darling and exotic prize. Make everyone wish they were me."

There was a wink, but he was very serious. Had she been able to fake an accent, he could cover it by simply saying his 'wife' had managed to learn Basic well enough to talk. Otherwise, she was 'mute' because of her inability to communicate effectively.

The speeder limo machine slowed as they came to the entrance to Fresia's largest and most influential building, and host of the Govenor's son's twenty first birthday. Crowds could be seen as anybody who wanted to be somebody came to try and get in, but most were turned away. Lord and Lady Marrc however had VIP access, and the limo was waved through the checkpoint without any delay.

Now at their destination, the door was opened by one of the security guards, who waved for both Ferus and Venefica to step out. Usually, there would be a pat down for weapons, but Ferus had payed this guard off with the promise of not killing his whole family, which of course the Sith made sure the guard knew he was capable of it. A grim look took over his features as he nodded to the Zabrak, and quickly left.

He was going back to his family, and avoid the blood shed that was to come.

Taking the Voice by her arm now, the Hand would offer a simple smile and nod as he lead her through the giant double doors, and into a beautiful room of silver and gold. Elaborate dresses, delectable sweets, dazzling bars. This party seemed to have it all. Many were on the main floor, dancing to a simple waltz. Several people came over to chat with Lady and Lord Marrc, but Ferus would have none of it. Without warning, the Lord would take the Witch to the center, pull her close with one hand on her waist and took her hand with his other.

They had to blend of course. And he would probably have killed those people when they bored him.

The Sith would lead slowly, going in a simple one two three fashion as he did not know if the Sorceress could dance. If not, he would show her the basics in his typical training style. Right into the fire. If she did know how to dance though, he would pick up the pace, being sure that this dance would be noticed by the Prince. That was his goal after all. Get noticed, get spoken to, get a new body.

"Lady Marrc, are you enjoying yourself yet?"

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She was listening intently as Lord Ferus spoke even though she was starring out the side glass taking in the sights and beauty of the surrounding area. The planet was beautiful from certain pointe of view. However, the OS was coming to claim this planet soon and what remained of it's initial beauty would either be tainted or scarred. That was not her problem. ​

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"I will fill the hearts of all woman with jealousy and contempt," she said brushing her left hand across the hardened features of the Zabrak's face. "A little mental persuasion from me won't hurt either."​

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Their means of transportation stopped, the doors opened up, and the pair gracefully exited the vehicle. From an engineering stand pointe, the palace was a structural beauty. The colours, patterns, and designing schemes complimented one another. She would need to seek out such a creative mind one day to erect such a wonderful crafted palace for her one day. But for now, it was all business.​

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Allowing her 'husband' to gently guide her through the double doors, she took notice of the strict security team that was in place. If things went sour and they were forced to fight, many lives would be lost today. But that was not her problem. ​

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Moving to the ballroom floor, Darth Venefica or known for this day as Lady Marre wrapped her left arm around the neck of her husband, then positioned her right hand on his left hip. The music had a slow, yet, soothing rhythm to it; making it easy to dance to. She placed her head on his right shoulder, turning her lips toward his ear.​

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"It appears we have fans," she whispered taking care to mask the movements of her lips.​

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To stress the pointe of what she was saying, she took lead and turned him to his right where he could see the young Prince brat with two beautiful woman flanking him on either side.​

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