Alice Bloodscrawl
Wearing: Mercenary Dress
Armed with: Divorce Settlement (Assault Blaster Rifle)
Judge and Jury (Twin SE-14 repeating blaster pistols)
Location. Tattoine.
Vera had made the trip to Tattooine in her lawyer guise, but once here had taken three hours out of her schedule before he arrived in order to shift into a form more appropriate to conceiling her identity. And her objectives.
Vera had found an abandoned where no one would ask questions, slipping in during the evening. And there she had unpacked her things from her duffle bag.
Stripping off her clothes, having scouted this location for weeks beforehand to determine its viability as a hiding place, she triggered the transformation process. Her normally curvy, black haired, ivory skinned figure devolved into a shapeless, gelatinous mass that was slightly transparent, revealing the biot's frame and organs underneath it.
She was vaguely aware of her surroundings during the transformation process but was helpless in this state. If anyone discovered her during this stage, there would be nothing she could do. She was helpless during the transformation process.
That was why she had gone out of her way to make sure this thing was never inhabited. She'd used some of her wealth to purchase property here...including the house she had deliberately left abandoned. All through proxies of course.
Vera was enjoying the excuse to cut loose. Ruining and destroying lives as a Lawyer was fun and all, but it was violence that gave the sadistic biot the most rush.
And her command form gave Vera the chance to be who she truly was--or at least, what she viewed herself as.
Had she been asked, and had it been someone in on what, exactly, she was, she would have quoted an HRD from a horror film she had watched recently: "A survivor, unburdened by conscience, or delusions of morality."
Three hours passed, the processors in her head working to manipulate the ooglith masquer that served as her skin, subtly preparing it for rearrangement as it shivered, little arcs of electricity under the surface.
And then, like clockwork, at the three hour mark, the masquer shivered, becoming the deep blue skin and blood red hair of a chiss woman with an already staggeringly high bodycount on the outer rim...a hundred just last week...
The biot blinked now deep red eyes and rose slipping on her sterile white mercenary wear, a white armorweave dress split at the sides, with white, elbow length armorweave gloves and white thigh high boots, arming herself and slipping out of the abandoned house quietly, heading to the cantina where the sociopathic Biot would meet her contact, feeling free to act on any violent impulse she wanted and enjoying that freedom.
She sat down, turning heads as she waited for the one who had hired her, a Sith no less. Vera was building her powerbase across the galaxy, across multiple guises.
And making deals with a Sith sounded like a great way to make a powerful ally.
Vera, waited for the man to show, wondering what he had in mind...
Armed with: Divorce Settlement (Assault Blaster Rifle)
Judge and Jury (Twin SE-14 repeating blaster pistols)
Location. Tattoine.
Vera had made the trip to Tattooine in her lawyer guise, but once here had taken three hours out of her schedule before he arrived in order to shift into a form more appropriate to conceiling her identity. And her objectives.
Vera had found an abandoned where no one would ask questions, slipping in during the evening. And there she had unpacked her things from her duffle bag.
Stripping off her clothes, having scouted this location for weeks beforehand to determine its viability as a hiding place, she triggered the transformation process. Her normally curvy, black haired, ivory skinned figure devolved into a shapeless, gelatinous mass that was slightly transparent, revealing the biot's frame and organs underneath it.
She was vaguely aware of her surroundings during the transformation process but was helpless in this state. If anyone discovered her during this stage, there would be nothing she could do. She was helpless during the transformation process.
That was why she had gone out of her way to make sure this thing was never inhabited. She'd used some of her wealth to purchase property here...including the house she had deliberately left abandoned. All through proxies of course.
Vera was enjoying the excuse to cut loose. Ruining and destroying lives as a Lawyer was fun and all, but it was violence that gave the sadistic biot the most rush.
And her command form gave Vera the chance to be who she truly was--or at least, what she viewed herself as.
Had she been asked, and had it been someone in on what, exactly, she was, she would have quoted an HRD from a horror film she had watched recently: "A survivor, unburdened by conscience, or delusions of morality."
Three hours passed, the processors in her head working to manipulate the ooglith masquer that served as her skin, subtly preparing it for rearrangement as it shivered, little arcs of electricity under the surface.
And then, like clockwork, at the three hour mark, the masquer shivered, becoming the deep blue skin and blood red hair of a chiss woman with an already staggeringly high bodycount on the outer rim...a hundred just last week...
The biot blinked now deep red eyes and rose slipping on her sterile white mercenary wear, a white armorweave dress split at the sides, with white, elbow length armorweave gloves and white thigh high boots, arming herself and slipping out of the abandoned house quietly, heading to the cantina where the sociopathic Biot would meet her contact, feeling free to act on any violent impulse she wanted and enjoying that freedom.
She sat down, turning heads as she waited for the one who had hired her, a Sith no less. Vera was building her powerbase across the galaxy, across multiple guises.
And making deals with a Sith sounded like a great way to make a powerful ally.
Vera, waited for the man to show, wondering what he had in mind...