Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Nar Shaddaa, Underground Bunker
The bunker deep below the city above the smuggler moon that served as Abyss main base of operation since the fall of Malachor was abandoned besides two figures. No member of the Inner Eye remained, and on most other worlds the streets would already be empty at this time of night. But this was Nar Shaddaa where the night never ended, neither for the clubs nor for the lowlifes that tried to celebrate their sorrows away. And like them, like the moon, Abyss never slept, at least not if there was still work to be done.
The man in the command room was similar to the sith lord in height, but that was where the similarities started and ended. Short blonde hair, beard, blue eyes and a perfectly healthy looking skin color, a strong contrast to the dark tones that Abyss body had, as well as to his grey, corrupted skin. The man looked fairly average, besides the six red glowing metal thorns pierced in his back and the large, deep cut reaching over his whole chest. Right besides the man stood the motionless metal husk that normally was Abyss, lacking the mask which rested on a table in front of the two figures.
Then the bunker door suddenly slit open, leading in another figure. A young Shaliz'Na woman, barely older than eighteen, with angelic wings that had seen far better days and blue hair that looked wasted and broken from being dyed once to often, smoke dancing into the air from a cigarette in her mouth. The woman sneaked inside, her steps barley audible. Then there was a stumble and the loud noise of a drunk falling to the ground. Only a heartbeat later the man had risen, walking to the entrance of the underground structure
"Really Glory? Again? When I agreed to this body I had something else in mind."
The woman on the ground rolled around, clumsily using her arms and wings to get into a sitting position, so she could look at the sith lord inside another body with a mix of anger, sadness and frustration. The tone of her voice shared just enough with that of Abyss A.I. to allow the conclusion that it was actually her inside the angel girl.
"I'm just having fun. You should try it some time."
There was a slight sigh from Abyss, as he extended his hand to help his surrogate daughter inside of the body of some dead junkie up again. Yet she simply ignored the hand, struggling to stand up on her own, her controlled body surrendering to the pull of the alcohol in her bloodstream. When she first picked a human body alongside with his own experiments to partially return to human form they shared a few weeks of father-daughter time, including watching movies, cooking and a few other things he barley understood. But for a few weeks now situations like this had become a constant and slowly he was getting both annoyed and worried.
"Fun? Drinking all day, getting high, making out with strangers and dressing like a hooker is fun to you? I never thought you could disappoint me like this."
Suddenly the woman stood, anger carved into her face, wings reaching from on side of the corridor to another. She stumbled forward, and just for a moment it looked like she was about to hit the man in front of her.
"You got people spying on me again? I can't even."
There was a angry grunt emerging from Glory before she turned her back to her almost father, her wings now completely shielding her from the eyes of Abyss as a few tears began to run down her face. There was a slight sob, the she spoke again.
"Call your girlfriend, I'm sure she isn't looking forward on you spying on your child in future. Maybe she has the right words for what a karking bastard you are."
Abyss knew that it was just an insult, but she was somewhat right. He lacked certain competencies when it came to things outside of war and sith stuff, and Patricia on the other hand was pretty well versed on such things. Maybe she had an idea what he should do with Glory. While the angelic figure made her way into another room, Abyss wrote a message on his com and transmitted it to [member="Miss Blonde"].
"Please come by. Need help with something. -A"
The bunker deep below the city above the smuggler moon that served as Abyss main base of operation since the fall of Malachor was abandoned besides two figures. No member of the Inner Eye remained, and on most other worlds the streets would already be empty at this time of night. But this was Nar Shaddaa where the night never ended, neither for the clubs nor for the lowlifes that tried to celebrate their sorrows away. And like them, like the moon, Abyss never slept, at least not if there was still work to be done.
The man in the command room was similar to the sith lord in height, but that was where the similarities started and ended. Short blonde hair, beard, blue eyes and a perfectly healthy looking skin color, a strong contrast to the dark tones that Abyss body had, as well as to his grey, corrupted skin. The man looked fairly average, besides the six red glowing metal thorns pierced in his back and the large, deep cut reaching over his whole chest. Right besides the man stood the motionless metal husk that normally was Abyss, lacking the mask which rested on a table in front of the two figures.
Then the bunker door suddenly slit open, leading in another figure. A young Shaliz'Na woman, barely older than eighteen, with angelic wings that had seen far better days and blue hair that looked wasted and broken from being dyed once to often, smoke dancing into the air from a cigarette in her mouth. The woman sneaked inside, her steps barley audible. Then there was a stumble and the loud noise of a drunk falling to the ground. Only a heartbeat later the man had risen, walking to the entrance of the underground structure
"Really Glory? Again? When I agreed to this body I had something else in mind."
The woman on the ground rolled around, clumsily using her arms and wings to get into a sitting position, so she could look at the sith lord inside another body with a mix of anger, sadness and frustration. The tone of her voice shared just enough with that of Abyss A.I. to allow the conclusion that it was actually her inside the angel girl.
"I'm just having fun. You should try it some time."
There was a slight sigh from Abyss, as he extended his hand to help his surrogate daughter inside of the body of some dead junkie up again. Yet she simply ignored the hand, struggling to stand up on her own, her controlled body surrendering to the pull of the alcohol in her bloodstream. When she first picked a human body alongside with his own experiments to partially return to human form they shared a few weeks of father-daughter time, including watching movies, cooking and a few other things he barley understood. But for a few weeks now situations like this had become a constant and slowly he was getting both annoyed and worried.
"Fun? Drinking all day, getting high, making out with strangers and dressing like a hooker is fun to you? I never thought you could disappoint me like this."
Suddenly the woman stood, anger carved into her face, wings reaching from on side of the corridor to another. She stumbled forward, and just for a moment it looked like she was about to hit the man in front of her.
"You got people spying on me again? I can't even."
There was a angry grunt emerging from Glory before she turned her back to her almost father, her wings now completely shielding her from the eyes of Abyss as a few tears began to run down her face. There was a slight sob, the she spoke again.
"Call your girlfriend, I'm sure she isn't looking forward on you spying on your child in future. Maybe she has the right words for what a karking bastard you are."
Abyss knew that it was just an insult, but she was somewhat right. He lacked certain competencies when it came to things outside of war and sith stuff, and Patricia on the other hand was pretty well versed on such things. Maybe she had an idea what he should do with Glory. While the angelic figure made her way into another room, Abyss wrote a message on his com and transmitted it to [member="Miss Blonde"].
"Please come by. Need help with something. -A"