Soft thuds echoed through the bleak hallways leading down towards the hanger of the ship, the sound muffled against the thick steel walls surrounding the girl on all sides as her eyes nervously darted from one corner of their socket to the other, her steps brisk and large as she made her way amidst numerous personnel moving through the vessel itself. Men and women alike, bearing the uniforms of the Sith that denoted them for their position within the nations ranks, be they meagre engineers coated in dust, grime, and spills with a weary expression etched onto their visage, soldiers and cadets draped in their pristine garments with nary a crease on their clothes, their heads held high and their arms loosely hanging around the weapons holstered around their belts. Human, Hapan, Twi'lek, aliens of different races and creeds made their way through those sombre halls as the crimson haired girl herself could hardly stop herself from staring dumbfounded at them, a childish smile plastered across her lips as her head turned to follow the more exotic species that passed her down the corridor. Yvette found herself still adjusting to the drastic change of scenery that wrapped itself around her life ever since she left her home, the young girl either unable or unwilling to help feel out-of-place when compared to those around her.
Loose pants hugged her hips tightly, the legs of that black garment tucked away safely into the boots strapped across her feet. What appeared to be a plain grey tunic draped itself across her upper body, the hem of her garb tucked neatly into her pants as to not allow it the chance to spill outwards and find itself caught and shredded in an unfortunate accident. On top of the two laid a thin black robe that nearly reached her ankles in length, the narrow sleeves all but covering her arms completely with the exception of her hands, what appeared to be a few paper-thin pairs of obsidian-coloured sashes wrapped around her wrists and above her elbows to keep the fabric constricted around her frame, the cloak itself wrapped firmly around her stomach with another. Parts of the tunic underneath were revealed through the robes V-shaped neck in the front, a hood laying lifelessly draped across the back of her shoulders. Crimson hair lightly fluttered with each hurried step she took, the ragged locks resting idly atop her shoulders as a slender finger quickly batted it away from her face. Small metallic protrusions jutted outwards from her right cheekbone, glints of light shinning against the retina from the beacons above, the metallic organ creaking ever so lightly. Numerous cuts and bruises were left across her neck and a few near her cheeks and maxilla, the wounds all but healed as the only evidence that they once existed are the faint scars running through her skin. Dirt and blood soaked bandages were wrapped around her right hand, the cloth curling around every bump in the frame of her limb, the muffled wheezing of metal mechanisms and electronics ringing through her ears from each sudden movement of her arm.
Hurried steps brought themselves to a complete halt once she stepped past the metallic frame of the doorway, glimmering eyes darting across the vast expanse laid out in front of her. Muffled chatter bounced between those four far-reaching walls as the mechanics idly made their way across the thick, dust-addled floor beneath them, their fingers wrapped around small boxes filled to the brim with various tools and mechanical components, bags and satchels bearing down upon their shoulders as they lazily made their way from one shuttle to the next. Pilots and guards sat absent-mindedly on a pair of nearby boxes arranged in a circle, their hands tightly clutching a pair of cards between them as they kept them close to their chests, lips curled upwards into a mixture of smiles, grins, and frowns as one of the players slammed his cards onto the crate between them, hurriedly gathering several bolts and screws gathered in the middle of them. Echoing voices rang through the room as the large speakers laid across the grinds above boomed to life, their words sharp and clear, their tone stern and imperious as they related orders to those below. Numerous droids buzzed to life as they darted between the personnel assembled, aiding in the repairs and maintenance of the vessels, their incessant buzzing and whimpering loud enough to provoke a migraine.
Muffled gasps slipped through parted lips once she locked eyes with the armoured individual merely a few feet away from her, that sharp mechanical voice sending shivers trickling down her spine as a tint of dread bore down upon her shoulders. Meekly, she complied as asked and approached, fingers tightening their grip around the thin straps of the satchel hanging off her shoulder. Before she could even utter a word to her colleague, she found herself presented with a small triangular piece of equipment, her vision darting constantly between the visage of the Sith in front of her and the extended arm. "Ah . . . Uh, thank you?" She replied in a nervous, whisper-like voice as she slowly took the mask from her hands, slender digits fiddling with the strap connected to it as she quickly wrapped it around her neck, the mask itself loosely hanging in front of her shoulder blades. Eyes flickered down onto the small piece, her left hand twisting and turning it from one side to the other as she inquisitively looked it over, not even entirely sure what to make of it as of yet. Once her vision returned to her colleague, a faint sense of panic overtook her as she saw the woman approach one of the nearby shuttles, her own body hurriedly chasing after her.
The ride down was quiet at first, only the groaning of the ship as it entered orbit and the incomprehensible chatter from the nearby pilots echoing within the large compartment being the only thing breaking that grave-like silence. Whenever the woman sitting next to her would speak, Yvette would perk up her ears and turn around to face her, listening intently to whatever words were uttered through that dreadful robotic voice, failing time and time again to lock eyes with the imposing individual despite her attempts. "Skills?" She replied meekly, soft hums rolling through her throat as she mused over her answer for a few brief seconds before properly responding, her voice seemingly confident and stern. "I . . . I bring whatever is needed of me Madame. Nothing less than would be expected, I guarantee. Although I have my doubts about this plan, truthfully." Leaning herself back into the wall, her vision dropped down to her own lap, a hand lazily grabbing onto the collar of her robe and weakly tugging it outwards. "We . . . We kinda stick out like a sore thumb, don't we?"
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