Ask Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

[Ambrosia]

"Oh, I uh, never caught your name?"

"Oh, forgive me. Delphine Ahn."

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A week after she'd first met Thane, Ambrosia called out to the Sith asking for anyone willing to help her. For this particular pursuit, she'd received two bites - a Sith acolyte, Ikaran, and Cremek, the Sith she'd first met at the party on Mustafar. They'd both been instructed to meet her on Zeltros at the warehouse and to come without anything that might identify them as Sith. That meant armor, masks, and even weapons, though she didn't expect them to come lightsaber-less (if they even had a lightsaber). That would be asking too much, though asking them to conceal it was not.

For now, Ambrosia sat waiting in a room in the warehouse, seated at a desk that she and Lux had killed a woman over not too long ago. It had been cleaned since, of course, and she sat scribbling notes into a paper pad while she waited.

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[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Cremek had arrived, clearly not getting the memo, he was wearing one of his backup mandalorian masks, but otherwise he would appear to be a simple traveler, he had least had enough common sense to not wear his full mandalorian suit, which was a good thing, but his masks were something he could not part with, not willingly, unless he felt like he absolutely had to. Of course Cremek had chosen this job, being a master at manipulation, and PR, his philosophy helped.

He stepped up, his clothes were simplistic, even if he was wearing gloves, a cloak that covered his body, ECT, he could easily pass off for someone less fortunate.. save for the mask

"Why hello again."
He appeared before her like a ghost, similar to how he did in the party, he just had that form and personality that made him feel like he belonged wherever he was, easy to just simply.. ignore, forget about.. perfected by years of living a lie himself.

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[ikaran]

Ikaran arrived wearing a long black coat. and no helmet on him, though he had a lightsaber. he blended in well and arrived without any problems. he knew as an acolyte he wouldn’t be trusted to do much. Ikaran had ideas for the front but he doubted anyone would want to hear them.

Ikaran walked in silently but visibly nervous not wanting to disrespect any true sith, for he was merely a dark Jedi. he was ready to work, ready to manipulate. he was a nervous wreck tripping over himself. he made quite the first impression.

 

[Ambrosia]

There was a reason Ambrosia had asked the Sith who were coming to aid her not to come dressed in Sith memorabilia. Most people, when they saw masks, weapons, or armor, were more distrustful of that person than if they were unarmed, unarmored, and the person could clearly see their face. Though Ambrosia understood why some Sith chose to wear masks, she did not understand why they had explicitly chosen to disregard her instructions.

Cremek, at least. The acolyte seemed nervous and out of place, but he had followed her instructions.

"We will be going to establish this place as a business under Zeltros law," she stated simply as the two entered the office room. Ikaran was nervous. Cremek was completely at ease. Ambrosia was seated at the desk in front of them, perfectly poised, and despite her unassuming appearance had an intenseness about her that would be difficult to place. "We are not going as Sith," she added.

Standing up, Ambrosia would gesture to two boxes on the desk, wanting each of them to open them up. Within there would be two suits that, while would not fit perfectly, would fit well enough. The woman herself was already dressed in a white pantsuit, looking quite professional and sharp for someone who typically hid their body under shapeless layers of fabric.

"We are going as business folk. Both of you will need to put on these suits- " Ambrosia turned to regard Cremek intensely. " And only the suits. No masks." She removed her gaze from him solely. "The jackets should be long enough to conceal any weapons. You will also need fake names. Think on that while you get dressed."

Ambrosia would then sit back down to wait for them to return.

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[ikaran]

Ikaran now dressed in a clean black suit, a little uncomfortable for him. even with all the time he spent trying to look right, his tie was a little loose. his weapon fully concealed and with no reason to suspect him a sith. he was ready.

now he needed to dawn a new identity, he took a good look at himself and thought he looked like a Edward. though he knew no one with a name like Edward, it just came to mind. now with new looks and a new name he was ready to start a legitimate business to front some other illegitimate business.

he walked out and quickly noticed that his tie wasn’t right, but decided if he didn’t fix it no one would notice it. but with the eyes ambrosia gave him, he could tell she noticed.
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[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Cremek gave a sigh, it was worth a shot, it's not that he didn't have any problem showing his face, it's just that he considered the mask to be his... True face. He liked to be unreadable, his face was rather expensive, and it often revealed his inner thoughts, he gave her the "I can't believe this" look, before reaching up and removing it without further complaint, placing it amongst his belongings, he then threw on the atire.


"Malric Fenn."
No, it did not bother him to use his.. true name, the name his late father had intended for him as a alter ego, he stood.

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[Ambrosia]

They were dressed and ready, and Cremek had decided to forgo his mask as previously instructed. Ambrosia did not react to his irritated expression, instead pretending as if she had not noticed it at all. Instead, she thanked him. "Thank you." Irritation was no reason to cause a rift between her and the two she needed the help of. "Malric, and- " She didn't know the other Sith's name, but as her eyes fell upon him, she noticed his tie was misshapen.

"May I?" If Ikaran didn't pull away, Ambrosia would step forward and reach for the acolyte's tie. Carefully she would undo the mess and retie it, folding and maneuvering the fabric gently in her hands. When it was fixed, she stepped back and smiled at him, then gestured for the two of them to follow her.

"Alright, follow me," she said, leading them out of the room and toward the exit. Before she reached it, she would casually ask, "What does it mean to be Sith?" There was no underlying reason to the question other than curiosity. It had been asked of her several times, and now she would ask it of them.

Once they answered, she would hold the door for them to exit the warehouse and start leading them toward their destination.

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[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

"to be sith is to pursue ones ideals, not giving a damn who stands in your way, passion, knowledge, power.. backing up what you say, living and dying by your saber. that is what being sith is to me."

he said casually, following her, his face was hilariously readable, deep in thought, he was like a adorable puppy dog, before he went stone cold intentionally, to hide his inner thoughts.

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[ikaran]

Ikaran was startled by the question, he didn’t believe himself to be a sith. Because he was just and acolyte, he thought he should answer the question anyway.

to be a sith is to chase one’s goals and if anything interferes, to destroy such thing. Taking decisions simply by your emotions.

He then walked out with an ego way too high then I should be.