![]() But Wynston could afford to reassure her friend. It was the closest thing to an annoying habit Vector had. And it was a reproof, because Vector did that he always tried to drag Wynston back from the possibilities of erasing himself. "Vector." Wynston half wanted to scold the Joiner for the reproof. "There is an off button, we hope?" he asked mildly. "It's been some time since…no, I've never had something open up possibilities like this." "It has been some time since we saw you this excited over a new device." Wynston smoothed her jacket over her fake hips. You can make good use of it, we are certain." "We have never needed it." Vector inclined his head. "Wouldn't you want to seem human sometimes? You and I can act, change our accents, change our manners, but this – we've never had a tool like this." "That seems more like the tool of a 'covert assault operative.' We make alliances and build trust with this face and this voice. "I could prevail upon Hunter to have another of these made." Yes, you would." Vector, after all, hadn't always been a Joiner, and his eyes hadn’t always been full glittering black. "It's like being a whole other sort of citizen." They all of them look me in the eye – " she laid a hand on her bosom, which offered generous exposure from her half-zipped jacket – "well, almost all of them, and they're so…so friendly." She pushed up the jacket sleeve to reveal the wrist-mounted controller. Some very unusual attention from men, I'll grant – it might be quite useful, it might get terribly obnoxious – but everything's different. "I had 'business' walking down Main Street Kaas City as a human being." Wynston laughed out loud. ![]() "We assumed you had some business with Imperial Intelligence." "We made for Dromund Kaas the moment I had this in hand." "Oh, yes." Wynston pushed buoyantly off the doorframe, tossing her shoulder-length hair. "Have you taken your disguise into the field yet?" Vector asked. "Perhaps, but it wouldn't be the same without the experience of the auras." "I'm sure I could arrange something like it." "Unique identifiers formed by taste? We'll make a Killik of you yet, agent." Vector eyed the knotted token and smiled slightly. I'm not actually sure what Hunter can do with his tongue, but I doubt he knows that many party tricks with hwotha stems." "A simple demonstration to prove my identity to my non-pheromone-sensitive friends. She popped it in her mouth, worked a few seconds, then pulled it out. Never fear, I've come up with the perfect visuals-only distinction." Wynston reached into her purse and pulled out a springy filament no longer than a hand's breadth. "…Wynston? If it weren't for your aura we would think you were Hunter's latest disguise." Vector looked up from his console, stood quickly, and stared for a second. "There you are," she said in a husky voice. The busty dark-skinned woman knocked once on the door to Vector's quarters before palming it open and, laying one hand on the doorframe, swaying halfway into the room. (.that needs to be a band name.) 700 words. First, a Disguises entry for the Twin Stars offshoot of the Sword of Mercy continuity.
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