Juliet Varos
The Satin Sith
She had been tracking him for weeks, now.
The white skinned twi'lek pulled her hood lower over her head as she waited in the alley, a vibroblade hidden underneath her robe. In the alley behind lay the bleeding corpse of [member="Darth Ferus"]' contact, his throat slit. The Sith Lord was a difficult one to find, turns out. She had threatened and bribed dozens of people to obtain the name, location, and time of the meeting with this contact. So much effort and time to find one man. Well, certainly no ordinary man.
Zhi did not know the nature of the meeting between them, nor did she particularly care. It served to aid in her purpose, and that was all she really cared about.
The former slave further hid herself in the shadows, her grip on the corner of the alleyway tightening. The waiting was killing her, a bit. She was a huntress, a predator, but had little patience in times of duress. The fires of anger and hatred within her burned brightly, raring to ignite rage in the Twi'lek. She found it more and more difficult to quiet the fire as time went on.
But further she waited, knowing her chance was near at hand. Once she slew Ferus, she knew the Sith would take her in as one of her own. They had to. She had come this far.
Shaking the doubts out of her head, Zhi returned to her waiting.
The white skinned twi'lek pulled her hood lower over her head as she waited in the alley, a vibroblade hidden underneath her robe. In the alley behind lay the bleeding corpse of [member="Darth Ferus"]' contact, his throat slit. The Sith Lord was a difficult one to find, turns out. She had threatened and bribed dozens of people to obtain the name, location, and time of the meeting with this contact. So much effort and time to find one man. Well, certainly no ordinary man.
Zhi did not know the nature of the meeting between them, nor did she particularly care. It served to aid in her purpose, and that was all she really cared about.
The former slave further hid herself in the shadows, her grip on the corner of the alleyway tightening. The waiting was killing her, a bit. She was a huntress, a predator, but had little patience in times of duress. The fires of anger and hatred within her burned brightly, raring to ignite rage in the Twi'lek. She found it more and more difficult to quiet the fire as time went on.
But further she waited, knowing her chance was near at hand. Once she slew Ferus, she knew the Sith would take her in as one of her own. They had to. She had come this far.
Shaking the doubts out of her head, Zhi returned to her waiting.