Cybernetic Assassin
It was strange. The illuminated being known to a lucky few as [member="Cerbera"] rarely called Nan'eth'illa to one of her homes, and when she did, it was always with some sort of company. More often it was the csen'ai who ordered Nethil to meet with Cerbera, and in those times either Skai or Ophidia herself were present to make and mend the transaction.
Not this time. No. This time, she was alone. This was her task, for her benefit.
Only a fool would not feel a certain fright in such a position, but it was not apparent on the Chiss' face. It was hard as the metal she had grafted to her skin - Still like stone. It was one of the qualities her csen'ai had quite diligently instilled in the young Sith; emotion was encouraged, passion commended, but outwardly she was to be as calm as the void - Ideally.
She swallowed the bound of nerves as she stepped out of her ship and advanced on the metal gate. It yawned open like the maw of some mechanical beast - Notes for later, she thought - and let her inside. There, her polished, imperial boots clacked against the black, tiled floor. Her red eyes were fixed ahead as they peered out from under the hood of the dark-blue robe that engulfed her form.
She stopped outside the next set of doors and closed her eyes. Three breaths came and went as she reached out her hands and touched the metal doors. She felt the phantom hand of her csen'ai on her back, pushing her forward. The doors opened between her hand as she stepped forward into the hall of Cerita Sarova.
The wind that pushed out slipped the head off her shaven head and revealed Nan'eth'illa's stern face as she entered.
"Master Cerbera." She turned to face the green master alchemist. Her head inclined just so, enough to show respect and formality, but not so much as to show weakness or servitude. "Thank you for your invitation."
She rose up to her full height, giving her best show of control over her personal space. It was a pretty good show, for a beginner.
Not this time. No. This time, she was alone. This was her task, for her benefit.
Only a fool would not feel a certain fright in such a position, but it was not apparent on the Chiss' face. It was hard as the metal she had grafted to her skin - Still like stone. It was one of the qualities her csen'ai had quite diligently instilled in the young Sith; emotion was encouraged, passion commended, but outwardly she was to be as calm as the void - Ideally.
She swallowed the bound of nerves as she stepped out of her ship and advanced on the metal gate. It yawned open like the maw of some mechanical beast - Notes for later, she thought - and let her inside. There, her polished, imperial boots clacked against the black, tiled floor. Her red eyes were fixed ahead as they peered out from under the hood of the dark-blue robe that engulfed her form.
She stopped outside the next set of doors and closed her eyes. Three breaths came and went as she reached out her hands and touched the metal doors. She felt the phantom hand of her csen'ai on her back, pushing her forward. The doors opened between her hand as she stepped forward into the hall of Cerita Sarova.
The wind that pushed out slipped the head off her shaven head and revealed Nan'eth'illa's stern face as she entered.
"Master Cerbera." She turned to face the green master alchemist. Her head inclined just so, enough to show respect and formality, but not so much as to show weakness or servitude. "Thank you for your invitation."
She rose up to her full height, giving her best show of control over her personal space. It was a pretty good show, for a beginner.