Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Nar Shaddaa
As much as he disliked the fact, Abyss had to accept that the smuggler moon had become his home. It had nothing of the glory of the empire he once severed, nor had it anything in common with the way he had pictured his future. Still he wasn't one to fall for his pride, and not even the dirt that lived in every corner of the moon could hide that this was the perfect place for him and his children of korriban. No one on the moon cared for a stranger, at least not when there was no money to make, and laws only existed on paper. People got killed, disappeared or worse and no one would give them a second thought, it simply was the way how Nar Shaddaa worked. These traits had drawn the most exceptional criminal elements to it for millennia, as it had Abyss and the man he was planning on meeting today.
The underworld was a alliance between the different groups of criminals that roamed and ruled the galaxy, but for the most part it mainly stopped them from killing each other. Working together was something that needed more trust, and better relationships than most of them had between each other. So it was key to gain allies under them, people that shared his vision.
The bar was rundown, and nothing marked the entrance besides the small, digital closed sign on the front door. It was a hole in the wall, only offering place for a roughly a dozen guests, but besides the sith the room was completely empty. The barkeeper stood behind the counter, mindlessly polishing his cups and bottles. Paying him of most likely would've worked to make the man to keep silent about this, but Abyss wouldn't take any chances. Not only had he positioned men keeping a constant eye on the area outside, he also had a sharpshooter ready to kill anyone who would interfere with the meeting and he had kidnapped the barkeeper the night before to brainwash him in yet another child of korriban. That way he couldn't talk about the things that would be discussed even if he wanted to.
Abyss sat on a table in the edge of the room, in front of him a bottle of corellian whisky and two cups. The robe that shrouded his body was ragged and tattered, and his mask only revealed the lower half of his face, giving him a demonic and inhuman appearance. His own cup was already filled with a small amount of the hard liquor, as he waited for the meeting to begin.
[member="Herr Vanderhing"]
As much as he disliked the fact, Abyss had to accept that the smuggler moon had become his home. It had nothing of the glory of the empire he once severed, nor had it anything in common with the way he had pictured his future. Still he wasn't one to fall for his pride, and not even the dirt that lived in every corner of the moon could hide that this was the perfect place for him and his children of korriban. No one on the moon cared for a stranger, at least not when there was no money to make, and laws only existed on paper. People got killed, disappeared or worse and no one would give them a second thought, it simply was the way how Nar Shaddaa worked. These traits had drawn the most exceptional criminal elements to it for millennia, as it had Abyss and the man he was planning on meeting today.
The underworld was a alliance between the different groups of criminals that roamed and ruled the galaxy, but for the most part it mainly stopped them from killing each other. Working together was something that needed more trust, and better relationships than most of them had between each other. So it was key to gain allies under them, people that shared his vision.
The bar was rundown, and nothing marked the entrance besides the small, digital closed sign on the front door. It was a hole in the wall, only offering place for a roughly a dozen guests, but besides the sith the room was completely empty. The barkeeper stood behind the counter, mindlessly polishing his cups and bottles. Paying him of most likely would've worked to make the man to keep silent about this, but Abyss wouldn't take any chances. Not only had he positioned men keeping a constant eye on the area outside, he also had a sharpshooter ready to kill anyone who would interfere with the meeting and he had kidnapped the barkeeper the night before to brainwash him in yet another child of korriban. That way he couldn't talk about the things that would be discussed even if he wanted to.
Abyss sat on a table in the edge of the room, in front of him a bottle of corellian whisky and two cups. The robe that shrouded his body was ragged and tattered, and his mask only revealed the lower half of his face, giving him a demonic and inhuman appearance. His own cup was already filled with a small amount of the hard liquor, as he waited for the meeting to begin.
[member="Herr Vanderhing"]