Anaya Fen was bored.
Such boredom was often alleviated by starting arguments with Jared, or finding [member="Spencer Jacobs"] to wind up. Jared was gone, force knows where, and Spencer, oddly enough, had become boring. It was always the same argument, always led back to the reason they despised each other so much. She might have even gone so far as to seek out [member="Mikhail Shorn"], but he was dead and gone.
This, was bad news. Not for Anaya, because Anaya, one way or another, found a way to entertain herself. Unfortunately, it was bad news for the rest of the galaxy. In particular, the citizens of Onderon. The Great War between the One Sith and the Republic had left the Republic in something of a shambles. Wonderful news for Anaya. The Femme Fatal passed through the capitals security with little difficulty. Anaya Fen, while a Sith, was a Sith of the Old Empire. She'd never associated with the One Sith, she had legitimate business running within the Republic and she was most certainly not entering the capital as Anaya Fen.
She wasn't a complete idiot.
Thank the force for [member="Valik"] and his little inventions. Glamour rested in her belly button, maintaining her skin hue at a steady azure. A well practiced skill had altered her force aura, making her seem almost powerless in the force. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the arm of captain's chair as her crew scurried around, the captain, Alastair Crowley, paced about the bridge barking orders as the ship came to rest on the landing pad. Possibly the only servant to ever be devoted to her, Crowley moved to her side, lowering himself to a crouch before speaking up to her. "Do you require an escort, my lady?"
Anaya blinked away her glassy gaze and looked down at him, with a small smile. "I'm here to hunt, sweetness. Your men will only get in my way." He bowed his head and chuckled "As you wish, my lady." She rose from the chair smoothly and swept from the bridge, raising the hood of her cloak as she did. Before she unleashed her little gift for the republic, she first needed to select a target.
Such boredom was often alleviated by starting arguments with Jared, or finding [member="Spencer Jacobs"] to wind up. Jared was gone, force knows where, and Spencer, oddly enough, had become boring. It was always the same argument, always led back to the reason they despised each other so much. She might have even gone so far as to seek out [member="Mikhail Shorn"], but he was dead and gone.
This, was bad news. Not for Anaya, because Anaya, one way or another, found a way to entertain herself. Unfortunately, it was bad news for the rest of the galaxy. In particular, the citizens of Onderon. The Great War between the One Sith and the Republic had left the Republic in something of a shambles. Wonderful news for Anaya. The Femme Fatal passed through the capitals security with little difficulty. Anaya Fen, while a Sith, was a Sith of the Old Empire. She'd never associated with the One Sith, she had legitimate business running within the Republic and she was most certainly not entering the capital as Anaya Fen.
She wasn't a complete idiot.
Thank the force for [member="Valik"] and his little inventions. Glamour rested in her belly button, maintaining her skin hue at a steady azure. A well practiced skill had altered her force aura, making her seem almost powerless in the force. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the arm of captain's chair as her crew scurried around, the captain, Alastair Crowley, paced about the bridge barking orders as the ship came to rest on the landing pad. Possibly the only servant to ever be devoted to her, Crowley moved to her side, lowering himself to a crouch before speaking up to her. "Do you require an escort, my lady?"
Anaya blinked away her glassy gaze and looked down at him, with a small smile. "I'm here to hunt, sweetness. Your men will only get in my way." He bowed his head and chuckled "As you wish, my lady." She rose from the chair smoothly and swept from the bridge, raising the hood of her cloak as she did. Before she unleashed her little gift for the republic, she first needed to select a target.