That behind Masquerade

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

There was a soft chiming that seemed to crawl into her dreams,, replacing the call of the Alderannian Guuba hawk with what sounded almost like of a Mynok stuck in a plasma vent, it took a moment for the sound to become clear, however the child form lying splayed out upon the cot refused to awnser it directly. As her nearly white eyes slowly oppened a small hand pointed at the clock, hurling it across the room, crashing into the wall, and shattering as it makes contact with the cold floor.
Nikita was still tired, even after nine hours of sleep, which was a rare thing, Mistress Sable rarely let her sleep in. As she swayed her lege to the side, and streached, the blood red haired child forced herself to stand, wincing as her feet made contact with the cold floor, almost enough a shock to disuade her from her days activities, and drive her back into bed.

[Seirra Darque]

*Even lightyears away Sable's presence is still around in the form of automation. Another alarm goes off one in the far wall unit and it has a lid over it that has to be manually lifted before it can be shut off. Sable thinks of everything*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

as the second sound erupted, shatter the sill morning Nikita scowled, moving with a defiant stride, lifting the lid and shutting of the second conometer. Now awake fully the young girl, appretace to the Sith Witch could not help but reach out with her thoughts, probeing deeply into the alarm system, and with a though rip at a series of internal wires, grinning slightly as she turned her back, looking to the refresher unit.

once the hydrospray, and grooming was completed the red headed child slipped herbody into the form fitting black, and red body glove, and short gloves, pulling the white thigh high boots up, slipping her poisioned darts into the cuffs, then slipping on her old worn blaster belt.

Now content with her apperance the Chiled slipped into the hall beyond her quarters, casting her eyes up, and down the darkened halls. Though normally quiet, things were at a deathly stillness now that Sable was gone. Nikita should have been fetching her morning nourishment, then reporting to the study, to do research, sence the lab was force locked, and unpassable, however the Child had a differant plan for today, and she knew her master would NOT be pleased.

[Seirra Darque]

*Aside from a few Maintaince and Security Droids Sable's Anzat base was all but empty leaving Nikita to have free reign over the unbarred sections of the base. Sable had numerous bases scattered all over the outer rim and even some in the core worlds but with the battles going on there the ever-cautious Witch remained in the Rim.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Nikita yawned again, as she forced her mind to focus, maintainin her visage was a drain on her, more mentally than other other form at this point. Again she yawned, nodding at a passing security droid as it scuttled past her, though it seemed to pay no attention, Nikita was headed in the direction she had walked a million times already it seemed.
As she rounded another corner she came to a dead stop infron of a large blastdoor leading to the library, and a second hall leading to the locked lab. Nikita's presance triggered the door to open with a hiss, granting her to just the library, and the child was not about to miss this opertunity.
The library was not a massive room, its walls lined with shelves, holding thousand of hand written books on the witches findings on the ancient majicks and alchemy, a very primitive meathod to gathering data, but Nikita understood the up-side to this method, unlike a computer, the chances of total data loss is limited to the elements, and books were inmany ways more secured from corruption, or a slicers tampering.
The heavy scent of musk, and dust added to the effect of the atmosphere, and Nikita had to admit that it almost seemed to create a more attached feeling, a closeness to the referance matereal, rather than the cold stailness of a plastisteel data terminal, or pad. Taking a moment Nikita scanned over the books titles, rinning her fingers through her crimson trusses, every few random strands starting to look a goldish hue.

[Seirra Darque]

*Scattered amidst the collection of books were Holocrons, Sable was a master at making them. Here and there they sat, some with information on experiments by her and others hundreds of years old that spoke only the old Sith dialects. What Sable knew and had access to information wise was more then enough of a reason to be wary around her. Anyone would consider her a threat after seeing but one of her libraries.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Nikita's white eyes scanned over the tomes and holocrons closely, chooseing several reguarding artifacts Sable had been recearching. As her eyes scanned over the words in the the pages, a touch of pigmant came to them, Icey and cool in colour, though darker than the white the child had carried over these past few months, reaching up she plucked another volume off the shelf, a part of the shelf she could not reach a moment ago, with a smirk she brushed a strand of gold hair from her Icebl;ue eyes as she read on, her breathing becoming hard as a swelling chest pressed against the fabric of her bodyglove.
Nikita, giggled one final time as she folded the last book under her arm before moving before the locked door leading to the lab.

[Seirra Darque]

*Clicks are rarely pleasent sounds, they always mean something that shouldn't be tripped was; traps, camera, bombs are just a few of the things that clicks can hide. This time however it is one of those rare non-life threatening clicks as part of the last bookcase the morphing Nikita touched swung aside revealing a small two foot by two foot niche in the wall, the black material lining the niche made it look far deeper but inside two white objects drew notice; two white porcelain masks each bearing archaic Sith inscriptions that would require a closer look to translate.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

as her eyes caught the glint in mid turn, the more adult like Nikita, turned swiftly on her heels, her strawberry coloured hair, with random strands of gold whipped about her shoulder, moving closer she paused, hesetant at first as she waited to see if any force feild, or poision gas flodded the chamber, once content that it was safe she moved in, looking them over, for a moment, " FEELING" about them, guessing there mass, after seeing how the shelf reacted, the now fully developed woman about 25 in apperance was careful, reaching out she let her hand linger over the first mask, bringing one of the larger books on the history of the Sith's tomb designs to her other hand, swiftly grabbing and pulling the mask off, while placing the book atop the platform in the same motion
Dex check [#@rand#=16.9229282773138%@]

[Seirra Darque]

*No more clicks or hisses sound off as in her hand the now adult Nikita holds a heavier then it should be porcelain mask that has in Sith Script the name 'Sable' written on its brow.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

taking a breath Nikita backed up, placing the mask on the desk behind her, pulling a random book from the shelf as she moves back into the nitch, attempting to use the same trick, not wanting to tempt the fates, she was tired and her sences were not as they should be, not yet; however that time would be coming soon enough.
*dex* [#@rand#=17.358804316203038%@]

[Seirra Darque]

*And just like that Nikita has the second mask this one identical to the first in weight and appearance save the name it is 'Raven'*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

moving back to the Desk Nikita placed the two masks onto the tabe, side by side, looking at the two closely, tracing a gloved finger over the names, marveling at the craftmanship, at least to her, she was quite fond of music, and painting, however rendering objects in clay, or porciline was a skill far beyond her grasp.
the Hair that draped over her shoulder seeming to take on a autumn shimmer with each passing moment

[Seirra Darque]

*Even through her glove the masks felt 'warm' to the touch. The quality is exquisite, worthy of being in a museum on that alone but there is a faint, almost beyond detection immenation of the force coming from them*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

The Nikita-esk woman looks over the masks a moment longer before returning to the row of shelves, pulling every referance to masks as she can find, before slipping the items into her duffle bag, along with the other books, and holocrons, then slinging it over her shoulder. a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she looked the library over on las time before looking back at the lab door, , knowing it was locked, and in a mannor she could not physically undo she knew that this was it, her masquerading was over.
reaching deep into herself she felt her own hands upon her, pulling at her, as if pulling her as a baker would a dough, with each streaching feeling there was a staticly crarged pop like sensation as the force aura surounding the woman grew, and grew, finally the path was set onto its own, and a perverbial blossoming of a nearly blinding surge seemed to explode from the woman, built up after months of supression, she knew very well it would be felt as far reaching as the far rim, and the deep core,, once more the Sith, and thse intuned to the force would indeed feel the venomed touch of Empress Viea, Dark Lord of the Sith.