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"Wonderful." Anzijj approached the female, placed a single finger on the matted fur on her forehead, and closed her eyes. Green ichor manifested in her palm and extended out down her finger and into the mind of their captive, brute forcing its way in alongside Sol. Aranas and Khar. She needed...

Anzijj listened quietly while Sol gave his impromptu speech to the agitated crowd around them. She could tell they were angry; it would be hard to miss the sharp teeth under pulled-back lips, the pinned-back ears, or the tense stances surrounding them. But she could also tell that Sol's words...

The Shistavanen rolled back to his feet, and Anzijj readied herself for him to attack again. Her right hand crackled with electricity, and a burst of sickly green lightning struck out at the textile merchant and forced him back to his knees. She maintained it as long as she approached him...

Anzijj was only standing behind the apprehended creature, eyes burning into the back of his skull, but not completely unaware of her surroundings. After all, they were standing in what had essentially become enemy territory with a member of their rebel at her feet. So when the textile merchant...

"You foreigners—the Sith—come and take our planet, forcing us under their name without a care for whether or not we ever wanted that. They are like mold. Poisonous, unwanted, and needing to be cut out." Her claws tightened around the necklace in the paw of her hand, and her lips curled back to...

Sol went off to talk to the Shistavanen at the textile booth, and Anzijj promptly turned to interrogate the one with the bracelet. The Nightsister glided over to the jewelry stand where she stood and immediately began to feign false interest in the bits and bobbles the woman had laid out before...

Frankly, Anzijj did not care at all if a bunch of people on Taris were being killed in what seemed to be some sort of weird, serial-killing spree. Additionally, the droid they met up with had an annoying voice, and she had to be "mindful" of the Sith master she was working with. All around, with...

It was a dark and stormy night, but the streets were still alive and bustling with traffic. Lightning accompanied the skies over neon-lit streets, while hovercars zoomed overhead and people scuttled about under dark umbrellas. Even with the powerful cacophony of thunder, the city was awake. Ord...

"It was wearing a necklace," Anzijj would state suddenly as she dropped the magick cloak and appeared in the space Sol was able to sense her in. "There was a symbol on it that looked like this." Using the Nightsister magicks once again, Anzijj conjured up a replica of the same symbol and formed...

Anzijj was displeased when the Shistavanen was scared off of the rooves and back into the crowded streets. She was forced to quickly change her path from the rooftop to the street, and with that came a slew of disadvantages she'd been avoiding beforehand. Too many people meant there were plenty...

"Did you see which way it went?" Anzijj asked as soon as Sol revealed the tidbit of information. Her own eyes snapped to wherever the Kel'dor happened to be looking off toward, but she would find no observer looking back. If someone had watched them long enough to be labeled an observer, their...

So it was a budding rebellion, and they were here to nip it in the bud. Midnight solicitors, petty protests, and teenagers vandalizing anti-Imperial messages. But what Sol said made sense to her. Anzijj couldn't be bothered to care about a backwater planet like this if she were in charge, but...

"No," came her single word answer. The Dathomirian woman was seated further into the interior of the ship, seemingly uninterested in the breathtaking blue seas and verdant forests from behind a viewport. She did, at least, look up when Sol spoke to her, meeting his goggled gaze with her...