Leialla Clia Madornja

Leialla misunderstood what her business deal was for. Even a skilled diplomat gets duped sometimes Leialla, it’s okay. The Shi’do stood on the precipice of a large mountain in the middle of a huge tundra. The details of her deal included a wealth of possibilities that were indescribable. She had no inkling that the ‘wealth of possibilities’ could be lethal or dangerous possibilities. But, she should have expected foul play when that smooth talker used the failings of her past against her. It was as if he knew everything about her; everything about her business decisions and her choices. He was either a very thorough stalker or the best businessman in the entire galaxy. And although it was a bit creepier to believe in, she was starting to believe the former was true, rather than the latter. But, you didn’t get to live one hundred years by slouching on the job. Leialla smelled the air, attempting to pick something out in the frigid environment, but everything was masked. Scents mashed together and she couldn’t pick anything out. Resigning instead to trudging through the snow, Leialla started to grow hair from her limbs. The Shi’ido picked up snow from the ground to gain more mass and slowly but surely started to shift herself into the form of a medium sized wampa. It was a little impractical, especially if she encountered someone that wanted to kill her. Which, let’s face it, was common in her line of work. Especially when her former clients were the Black Sun and Dordjooba the Hutt. But, the wampa was a well-known tundra based creature, and she could use the thick furry exterior to stay warm in the cold. ((1))

Updated to provide more detail on the experimentation that was initially negotiated with by Jidai Geki.

Updated info for Experimental modifications that were agreed upon by the mods to be implemented after the Black Sun duel to make sense of my play style.

The large wookie rustled slightly under the speculative touch of a rifle butt lodged beneath her right shoulder blade. "Wha? ... *growl* a few more minutes? *mumble mumble*", ((granted her entire sentence was composed of growls.)) The Wookie seemed to haphazardly roll over in the seat, creating a very uncomfortable posture, but the creature seemed satisfied regardless and only continued adjusting because of the relentless jabbing from the same rifle butt. It wasn't long before the Wookie's eyes lodged open and Leialla mustered the strength to get up. "Yes?" She said with a plaintive yet surly composure... She was greeted with no patience however as it seemed the hunter was concerned with only business. His metallic face loomed over her resting place and with a rather cold rasp he said, "it's time". Leialla looked about for a minute, seeing the others amongst her and trying to get her head back on the same conscious plane and then, with no further complaints or excuses Leialla moved her large male Wookie form to the cockpit for the final wave of their infiltration mission.

Leialla had nothing really left to do, she surmised as she stood around in the Wookie's form, looking at the fairly boring ambiance around her. She had practiced a fair deal in the form and was now able to perform almost anything she would normally on a different plane of balance. They weren't perfect flourishes mind you, but enough that she could pull it off if she really wanted to. So, feeling a great deal of boredom and no desire to get to know the livid sass magnet and the imperial bomb, Leialla slumped back into the ship and fastened up for launch. The mercenary wasn't motivated to do much else after checking her own supplies off in her mind's eye and by coursing a glance towards the back, so she dozed off for a bit and caught some much needed rest... ((I know it is short, but I am getting it in so the plot can move and I have nothing much else to say.... Sorry for the delay))

Overall the mission crew seemed a might squeamish. Once Leialla cleared the landing she postulated whether tailing Slicer would've been the best course, but again... She didn't care. So, taking a quick look both ways and only creating an initial stepping noise, Leialla shifted from the Wookie into a small bird like creature and began to tail Slicer and the imperial agent in a varying transition of small avian forms. Traveling from the dark pockets along their path so as not to draw too much suspicion and flying over periodically, but in practiced intervals to stray from abnormality. Leialla figured out later that there weren't many birds in Rodis city so it may not have been the brightest choice at the time. As a bird she was limited to only a local visual; she could only peer through the window and as such her recognition of any procedural techniques were constricted. This didn't seem too much of a setback though because Leialla could tell that they were putting something in the imperial agent and judging how Leialla had an explosive in her head, Slicer's droids were proverbial walking bombs and the Slicer they coerced with was a droid, there was a high likelihood that now the Imperial agent was a tool for destruction. Does no one expect to walk away from this mission? thought Leialla to herself as she flew back to Slicer's ship in wait. For an hour or two while the medical process was still progressing, Leialla changed into the Wookie once more and was now walking around and managing practical stunts in the form without fumbling horrendously. She could manage most melee weapons and even picked up a rather long pipe to practice with. Bow staves weren't really her forte, but she knew a few minor tricks and after a few minutes of trial and error could pull them off with little difficulty. However it was of interest to her to procure a more Wookie-like weapon; where she'd get a bowcaster here was unknown to her, but she definitely possessed an interest to duplicate the Wookie species' behavior in both technology and general mannerisms. It was about the time she started reach this conclusion though that Slicer reappeared with a rather put off looking older humanoid; not as old as her, but it would take quite some time for either of them to reach her age and even then she wouldn't count on them living through the experience. Any of the organics anyway... As soon as the man moved from his speech though Leialla got the feeling his words alone could prove colder than Hoth itself. Feeling a little immature though Leialla shifted into the SIth and made mouth movements in mock as the distance between the group got large enough to be safe. Then she transformed as quickly as she could back into a Wookie so as to continue getting used to her prospective form. She didn't have much time to do it and any time spent in any other form was as of now a waste.

Since it was over her DNA structure now, Leialla responded in the traditional Wookie speak accustomed to the bestial race. The series of guttural roars were harsh sounding, but as of now came natural to the Shi'ido as she continued talking. "Well, if you are asking politely," Leialla said with a slight spark to her new hair roaring accent. "I can understated everything you are saying mainly because I myself studied in multiple languages. I am fluent in over 30 languages although I have never really been able to speak all of these dialects as well before," she added with a positive inclination. "As to who I am and what I can do... Well, my name is Leialla Clia Madornja, I am an adept diplomat with keen political skill in both kind and unkind discourse. I am trained as I said before in writing and reading more than 30 languages across the galaxy, I am proficient with most blaster weapons and..." Leialla was about to continue when she attempted to probe the mind of the bounty hunter that had questioned her. Her mind percolated with concentration as her eyes wandered about the ship so as not to beg the question, but what the Shi'ido found was not even a resistance pushed against her... So does the brilliant Slicer have no brain? She thought to herself idly... NO, he must be a droid!! or... a living breathing inanimate object. Hmmm... I'm going with droid... ".... Oh sorry, anyway... I am master at both of my racial talents. I can shift, race, gender, body size/shape; I can change my clothing at will and carry stuff inside of me as I shift as you saw before. Also I carry a bit of non-force based telepathy in my genetic coding as well. Our race primarily uses it to convince other races that we are them; to convince them that we are acting and smelling just as they are. It was vital for gathering information on other planets." Leialla finished with a deep sigh that ended in a rather large growl. "In actuality though I would never really have disclosed that information if I didn't think I wouldn't be coming back from this mission." Leialla grumbled a little bit as she got up, her balance a little shifted, but walked about just fine. "Either way I know I am going to die, but I'm glad I'm at least doing something before I die and not sitting in a chair waiting for it to happen."

"Spicy are we?" Leialla said during his oration with a coy wink, but as to his final statement it ruffled her slightly. "I do have a name y'know... And what pray-tell do you think my ability entails hunter?" finished Leialla with a rather snide irritation. "It should be only a second if you are so impatient; the hard part will be copying his mannerisms." Within a glance Leialla captured the entire figure of her target and began to change rapidly. Her muscles pulsed, her body grew and her sex invariably changed within a hefty process that took exactly a minute. Leialla sat in her same position but now she was a good deal taller, a lot more harrier and felt like breaking something in half. "Who knew this hairy things could feel so awkward in their own hair," checked Leialla as she scratched at herself trying to relieve an odd itch. "Is this what you wanted Hunter? Or should I grab a lightsabre to have more proof for our needs?" labored Leialla through a now low and gravely growling roar. "I suppose I'll have to get used to this... *sigh* Well, I'll read up on him and see if I can't have my relative habits and mannerisms learned by the time we reach our destination. Leialla looked out towards the stars, their hyperspace distortion hearkening back to years and years of space travel back in her heyday. It's not like she really needed to stay here... She could all up and decide to leave, blow up this whole project and inevitably end right back up on Coruscant where she had her DNA cloned prior to her imperial incursion, but either way... IF she died or not, she'd be back and there would be nothing to confuse that fact. However, even if her traveling companions were insufferably dull, she figured if she survived she might get some cool contacts to use later...

The dealer seemed oddly open with his plan, but even if the details of the plot dripped from his mouth with no regard to who was listening, the supplies for the mission seemed more than adequate. Leialla scanned the synopsis of the attack again and again and saw no excuse for her to try it at least. It had been a while since she performed an assignment and an assignment of this magnitude may be exactly what she needed. If she succeeded, Leialla was that much richer; if she failed, she'd probably die... She had no real friends and no real family so what did she care if she risked it all on one job? Leialla's chestnut hair shifted slightly as it shrunk slowly into her head until it had almost completely disappeared, her skin slowly changed colors to a fairly resolute blue that sparkled in the dim light of the cantina, her eyes melted away leaving two piercing red orbs and her figure filled out a little more as she grew a few inches. "I think I could handle this", she said as she looked at the man one more time. "I can't promise that I won't get caught, but I can at least say they'll have a hell of a time trying to catch me with the documents or not." Taking no time to deliberate further, the Shi'ido shook the man's hand, gathered the supplies and started walking in the direction of the exit. Her first stop seemed inevitable, but within the irrefutably cloudy atmosphere of Nar Shadaa, Leialla couldn't really think straight much less formulate a plan. Leialla decided it would be best to head off planet to scheme and it seemed fruitful for her to head to Coruscant because it effectively killed two birds with one stone. Heading to Coruscant made it so she wouldn't have to travel half the galaxy twice to get one job done.

The voice seemed to drift from nowhere, but as Leialla turned slightly, she caught the man in her peripherals as he made his way toward her. He seemed as well robed as a scholar or jedi and by the looks of things he didn't really seem like the type of guy who'd want to get his hands dirty. "Well one, I am not a bounty Hunter" Leialla said without pause after the man had thoroughly introduced himself and the beginning of his plans. "I prefer diplomatic or manipulation scenarios not hunting down life forms for flat cash. I don't hunt". Leialla's demeanor still remained fairly calm as she said all this, but something about her tone of voice had a little bit of a sour attitude lingering in it. The word "hunter" chilled her to the bone and it irritated her that she would be known as such. It was her past that seemed to haunt her whenever it was brought up, but she didn't expect this man to know anything about it. With a small unnoticed fidget, Leialla's hand reached for the right side of her head and pushed her human hair out of her eyes; it was something she often did when she was uncomfortable and something about this man just seemed awkward. She watched as the man sat opposite her and explain even more about the situation; how apparently Leialla was supposed to have a partner on this mission, but that she or he couldn't make it. It was a shame really, but in the end more money for her. Leialla's hands remained at her sides and her body seemed slightly on edge as she sat listening even further to the price of the job. Once the man finished his oration though, Leialla decided it was her turn to speak. She cleared her throat and began in a cool calm voice instead of her previous slashing diction. "Well, I didn't even know that I would have a partner on this so I suppose that is depressing that I won't, but I will try my best to get things done regardless. However, as to my own hacking, it leaves much to be desired. I would need the services of a droid or professional slicer."

She never thought she'd ever have to come here, but here she was, back enjoying the muck filled air of Nar Shadaa as it tugged at her human hair. She didn't like going out in public in any other form than human because she just appreciated the feel of the form. She wasn't exactly a fan of her original form due to its lack of persuasive capabilities, but it had its uses. She wasn't here to muse about pleasantries however. Her previous employer forced himself into indefinite exile and she'd been contacted to help with something big. It seemed important and the pay well worth it, so while she may have her doubts about this place, Leialla felt it was in her best interest to proceed. The smoke filled air clinged to her face though as she moved through the condensed crowds trying to prevent her consistent avoidance of it. She did her best to ignore the crude pollution and kept her eyes open for the Smuggler's Rest. The Cantina itself was easy enough to spot after about 5 minutes of searching due to the neons that hung above it, but the door was much less easy to find as two or three rather large figures blocked what appeared to be a crud opening in the wall. The Bouncer's appearances were crude and ugly, but Leialla knew a great deal of ways through this; her first choice though was the most simple. Slowly the Shi'ido made her way to an alleyway near the establishment and within a few crackling and shifting noises a small rodent like creature ran out from the darkness and made its way through the hazard filled herd of people going into the Cantina. Once in, the mouse seemed directed toward the women's restroom, but inside her cover seemed somewhat blown as women screamed and ran out. Quickly realizing that this condition wasn't permanent the rodent Took the opportunity of solace and performed the same move as earlier turning straight back into the human version of Leialla, her full figure being transformed behind a stall door. People broke in to see the hubbub but found that the rodent was gone and Leialla took their entrance as her exit into the belly of the Bar itself. She couldn't see the person responsible for her contact nor did she even know what he or she looked like, but Leialla figured the quicker she found a seat the quicker she might find out.

Leialla Clia Madornja's Character Sheet Identity Real Name: Leialla Clia Madornja A.K.A: Leila, Madja Home-world: Lao-Mon (technically Nar Shadaa) Species: Mutated Shi'ido Physical Description Age: 150 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 150lbs Hair: none (normally) (In Human form: Auburn) Eyes: brown-ish (normally) (In Human form: blue) Gender: Female Equipment Clothing or Armor: She tends to wear fairly plain clothes to keep up a fairly low key appearance. (She doesn't like confronting others if she can avoid it, but if they start it, she will do her best to end it). Weapon(s):She typically deals with only blaster pistols. She is a former mercenary so she is fairly proficient in many weapons, but her weapon of choice is the blaster pistol. Common Inventory: She carries her comm with her everywhere as well as a few grenades, a blaster, and her taser suit that she only really occasionally pulls out. (It only covers the top of her hips up to the bottom of her bosoms. It is used to ward off unwanted predators.) Faction Information Non-Force User Alignment: True Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Freelance Current Faction Rank: N/A History: Known Skills: Proficiency: Blaster Pistols and Rifles: from her 'education' on the streets, Leialla tried to make it for a while as a mercenary. Needless to say the process was grueling, especially on Narshadaa, but it was well worth it to have had the training. This is also when she learned how to wield many blaster-like weapons. Experimental Mutation of Skin-shifting: As it comes with her race, Leialla is fairly adept at skin-shifting, but because of a crazy experiment performed by the same deceased scientists that operated on Kaldesh and Vlahjik, she can changer her shape, size, race, gender, skin color and even the clothes she is wearing, however she is limited by size and even though some things are aesthetically authentic, it doesn't mean they really work (changing into a male doesn't give her the ability to reproduce with females, its all aesthetic). Changing beyond her size limit in either direction could push her into a larger or smaller state for a much longer period than she wills, because it is not only hard for her to shift off all of that mass, but it is very hard to obtain that mass given the amount she'd have to eat. However she can not be forced immediately out of a changed form by anything, but her own will and death (fatigue and incapacitation will do it eventually, but it takes a little longer). Also, she must consume organic materials to attribute more mass (fat or muscle - she chooses) to her body and shed the excess mass if she wants to shrink in size; her jaw can accommodate for size, just like that of a snake's. As a referendum as well, she doesn't gain any race's special abilities, she only maintains their height/weight and if necessary, their wings and tails. (Wings work for the most part, but as she isn't accustomed to them, she can usually only fly moderate distances before stopping for a breather. However, tails have full functionality; they may not be as strong as other tails, so she won't knock over a large alien with one, but she will still be a little more balanced.) Minor Telepathy: This is another racial skill that hasn't been tampered with and it requires extreme concentration. It can be interrupted easily, but it the ability itself (if it works), can be used to push people to believe what she wants them to believe. It is a function of pushing feelings upon other people. She can effectively hide her foreign scent if she tries hard enough.* (see below) Diplomat: Hiding amongst the shadows of Nar Shadaa for roughly 150 years and feeding off of what she could whilst avoiding trouble, Leialla managed to pick up a fair amount of different things. Foreign languages, traditions and calligraphy all came to her in time. She can now speak in over 30 languages, write in about 15 and copy a few races' mannerisms/behaviors with little difficulty. Background: Abandoned when she was just a small child, Leialla had to learn not only the way of the streets, but how to grow up in the shadows. Over the time she spent alone, she grew to respect the art of money and transaction; soon it would be one of the only things she cared for, at least to some extent. She had no parents as far as she could tell; she had no siblings; so what naturally would she grow fond of in the greed hungry galaxy? Raising herself on the streets came with a hearty learning experience though because her species, which was normally pacifist in nature, let her slip in and out of certain conversations. She learned not only politics, but languages (reading/writing), people skills, blaster skills, ways of manipulation and finally the way of her species (skin shifting). 150 years of this constant contact with the scum of the galaxy meant she knew 30 or so languages and could articulately smash any man women or child in common. If it was politics, economy or anything at this point she was prepared for what the galaxy had to throw at her. Experimentation At around the age of 70 though, she volunteered for a grand experiment that erroneously offered to break the genetic mysteries of the galaxy. She inevitably thought it was propaganda bullshit though and was convinced that it was in her best interest to dismiss it, but she needed the money. So, she packed up and headed to a seedy lab on the back half of Narshadaa. The streets were cold and empty, hardly even a ragged soul in sight, which was often unsettling given the popular color of Nar Shadaa. Still, Leialla's drive pushed her through the abandoned streets and into a building that quite frankly, smelled of shit. It wasn't well maintained and the room she was kept in wasn't held together well. However, in direct contrast to that oddity, she was led into a lab that was stark and smelled of fluoride. The difference was so much that it overwhelmed her senses and she abandoned her bags, leaving them on the side. She tried to interrogate the scientists in their incessant thrall, but their answers were merely pieces of euphemistic drivel. There were a lot of "we are not authorized to disclose this to you"'s and the like. So naturally, Leiallla was already feeling positive about this business. The money was almost not enough to equate the operation, but judging that Leialla couldn't get the truth of the matter from these men and she no longer had a choice, she forgave them their obsequious yet obtuse dalliances. Chilling yet predictably enough, Leialla ended up in a large cylindrical tube of some sort with needles in her arms and legs. The scientists asked how far along she was in her skin shifting development, because there was a screening before the procedure, no matter how odd it might have been, and there she revealed that she was a Shi'ido. She figured it was best not to lie to the men shoving things into her body and/or doing stuff with her molecular chemistry. So, she told them everything while they continued to plug things into her body. She saw them putting something else into a similar capsule, but she didn't bother question it. There was an odd hissing though that kept her unease, she hated snakes. The thing Leialla hated the most though, was the waiting. It was tiresome and annoying. The minor irritants of needles and things she could handle, but her impatience grew until the doors finally closed and the clouds of vapor plumed. Little did she know though, her body's vitals spiked. Pain raced through her body and she convulsed wildly. Monitors were sparking int he distance and the lights around her began to strobe. She could see wisps of the scientists frantically running around outside, but her consciousness seemed to wane despite her own strength. Darkness surrounded her, she couldn't hold on anymore and she drifted infinitely in a void of black nothingness. It was paltry considering the amount of criminal scum she subjected her to on a daily basis, but her thoughts, however few they were, just seemed to fly on the air with a a whimsical flourish. She didn't know what to do or what to think. For fifteen to twenty minutes she sat in black, until her mind cleared and the sound of the door sliding filled her empty perception. She paused, testing the air, opening and shutting her mouth with small movements. It didn't take long to tell that whatever sterilization methods they used had leaked, draining fluids all across the lab, either that or the ever present odor of the lab filled her head so much clearer than it had before. She took a moment to remove the syringes from her arm one by one and then quickly removed the restraints, calling out periodically to see if the scientists were there and if they needed assistance. However, none of the scientists were around. It was odd to say the least and something about Leialla's suspicious nature flared, wondering exactly what they were doing to her. She saw the other capsule was empty though, when she clearly remembered something was in it. She could hear it.... Couldn't she? A few moments after that, her curiosity gave way to boredom and eventually led to her finding her things and moving on. She was still in her human form, so whatever happened hadn't seemed fatal, but something about that operation seemed to tingle in the back of her mind for the next few days. One night though, when she was all alone in the dark of Nar Shadaa, Leialla tried to skin shift to avoid detection or predation. It didn't work though, something about her skills was still not developed and she was oddly famished. It was a curious feeling, but she had more things on her mind. In fact, she had four things on her mind quickly coming at her in the dark. One had a knife, a couple others had pistols and Leialla ran, quickly enough to lose three of them, but the one with the knife caught up and tried to cut her clothes off. Leialla reacted quickly and tried to yank the knife away from him. but he kept on coming and her stomach kept on rumbling. It was driving her wild, the adrenaline; the blood pumping rapidly through her veins. Then, like a violent predator with prey in her clutches she struck, biting the man on his neck. It was somewhat fulfilling. Leialla caught the yelp of the man as he lost the will to hold his blade and was trying to pull her off, but something about Leialla's jaw felt twitchy and she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye...

Dordjooba growled lightly under his massive frame and cursed the day he ever made that man an employee. "Don't worry Clash, I will take care of him... Now it is time to move on too bigger and better business." Dordjooba turned to a rodian idly fumbling at monitors and started chuckling slightly. The slug had a few tricks up his sleeve and with his pursuit of greatness, would not be denied... "As we speak my little "present" is moving toward our position so I feel it is time we move our equipment and everything off this rock before we are surely found and the last of the Hutts are destroyed." said Dordjooba with solemnity laden in his speech, but his big basic voice still booming off the walls. He could feel before him the history of the grandeur of Hutts and could not stand as the galaxy fell away from him... "This whole galaxy used to be wrought with Hutt corruption and smugglers galore and it is our job to make sure that returns. I will see you both in the ship when it arrives, meanwhile... I have some equipment and troops to gather. You!" said Dordjooba as his pudgy arm shot out at an idle weequay... "Assemble a squadron of our finest soldiers and gather the armor and repulsor chariot." Then, without another word, Dordjooba slithered quietly toward what looked to be a giant black leviathan. It recalled a ship once owned by Jabba the Hutt, but it was entirely Dordjooba's own...

Leialla shifted steadily within the ship, but something felt a little odd as she rested quietly within the passenger seat of the metal beast. She could feel the heat upon her skin as the thermal radiation of the Tatooinian air poured through to greet her. Just when she was about to retreat from the dry and unwelcome greeting however, she could vividly hear an encrypted message come to the ship. The message was seemingly harmless, but delivered a condition that Leialla was rather sad to obey... The Shi'ido reached for her comm and, although it seeded a rather silly endeavor, called Zed from her position with in the passenger seat. "Looks like he wants you hot shot. Look, here's the deal. I got a comm on the way here that we have a deal for this man. Dordjooba wants to hire him and would like him to get started right away." said Leialla with a rather grumpy, but noncommittal tone to her voice. "Take 500k of the money with you so you can pay him up front and I will send you the details of the hit on the way over. Go meet him in the Cantina and I will wait here... It seems our employment prospect likes to meet alone with his clients."

Leialla chuckled a little bit as Zed 's awkward features lent toward his displeasure at her transformations. Her body had fully formed back to it's previous manifestation when she slowly ambled over to the smuggler's ship as well. Her original form of which she denied most people was something of a trust she had with Dordjooba and his men. She didn't like showing herself to just anyone, but the slug's associates seemed inordinately respectful as long as the job got done... The informant had just about made it to the ship when she replied to Zed, making her own way into the passenger seat of the cockpit. "Well, funny thing... I just received a comm call from a Mr. Dinn. He says he would like to meet us on Tatooine in the Mos Eisley cantina" said Leialla as her form remained rather still within her chair. "Oh, and about the change, if you're working with me it comes with the territory Zed, sorry. Anyway, let's go on ahead, the man sounded as if his patience was growing thin..." ((go ahead and post us getting to Tatooine))