Blurred Sides (COMPLETE)

7.3.2

The Sister boarded the ship and activated the engines. Only recently had Darth Sideous trusted her to fly her own ship without supervision. She knew that neither he nor Tyrannus fully trusted her, but she was okay with that. Soon, she wouldn't need them anyway. Only a few more months, she told herself.

It was a small ship, with only one seat and one bunk to sleep on. Sideous has this ship specially made for her, once he decided she could be trusted to fly unaccompanied. It had enough provisions to last her several days if she got stranded, but it also had a sophisticated tracking system and more cameras to keep track of her on her journeys. Unfortunately for the Sith, the Sister was talented in the art of mechanics and deactivated the security measures in such a way that looked as if she hadn't tampered with them at all.

The style of the ship was sleek and resembled a vulture droid. It was excellent for air fights, or for solo jumps to other systems by herself. It suited the Inquisitor, and it reminded her of...the good old days.

All of the checks came up clear, and she activated the thrusters. There was no need to clear her exit since not even battle droids were allowed on the sacred planet. It was incredible that even she was permitted to step foot here since she was an Inquisitor and not a Sith. She knew that Sideous could sense her leaving, and didn't bother to confirm.

She jumped to hyperspace without trouble. There were no security ships to pass through, unlike the majority of Separatist systems. Instead, she entered her coordinates and sat back to watch the tunnel fly past her.

It wasn't a long jump as Vancor was only 5 parsecs away from Dromund Kass. She didn't bother to set a reminder to jump out of hyperspace, but sat and waited for the time to be up.

The Sister sat back in her seat. She saw her reflection in the windshield of the cockpit, and she stared at herself. She brushed her montrals, something she only did when she was alone. Togruta didn't ever touch their montrals or lekku in public, just as a rule of thumb. To some degree, they can feel through their montrals and lekku, but no one from any other species knew this so it was kept quiet.

They had grown longer and taller in the last few months, more like they would look when she was an adult. She hated having the mask attached to them, even if it wasn't covering her face. Sideous had insisted on it though. He said it was a reminder, a symbol of her loyalty back when he didn't trust her at all. It was too late to try and get rid of it now, but when she was alone, like now, she could take it off and massage her montrals. She never let on about it, but the mask actually bruised her.

While she had time alone, she took it off and did her routine rub around the side of her head. She went to the back of her ship and looked in the mirror. The bruises had gotten darker since the last time she had looked. She tried not to concentrate on them and focus on the rest of her face.

She knew why Sideous had been using her to get to Skywalker. Despite her skin tone and different marks, she resembled the one called Ahsoka Tano. If her eyes had been blue, they would have looked like cousins. Perhaps not siblings, but somehow related. In another world, she would have liked to meet her, but that was beside the point.

The Sister examined her appearance, looking for any signs of weakness or vulnerability in her expression. She brushed her fingers over her veins, which were dark from the Dark Side of the Force flowing through her every day. It added to the aesthetic Sith-like look, which helped her image, but she hated how unnatural it looked. Togruta, by custom, are deeply connected to their environment, and all things natural. The Sister knew that veins so dark were not natural, and neither was her outfit, or anything about her look, especially her eyes. They were a sickly gold that made her want to puke the first time she saw it. She might have enjoyed the power that came with the Dark Side, but it made her feel...fake. Artificial.