Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Tatooine, Small settlement north of Mos Eisley
The twin suns that made Tatooine into the notoriously dry and hot desert that it was known as had already fallen beyond the edges of the horizon. Darth Abyss, the Mindeater, only very rarely found his way to this corner of the galaxy. Tatooine was a hotspot for crime, but by far not the only one in the galaxy. There where more than enough other places where business could be made quicker and more comfortable, while the monetary side was more rewarding there as well. Still the desert world was still fairly crowded for one simple reason: It was an isolated backwater hole, and disappearing here was even easier than on Nar Shaddaa, at least if you didn't made the Hutts your enemies.
That was what had drawn him here a few days ago, at least in a way. He could appear without the help of Tatooine's desert, but there where few cities where you could find a better smuggler than on Mos Eisley. There was smugglers under his direct command, but for some tasks it was preferable to pass them along to an outsider, someone without ties or information about even the smallest parts of his organisation. It had been a comparable easy job to start with, bring a very particular set of metal armor into alliance space unseen, not for any particular reason, but as a test to see if it could be done as blueprint for future missions.
Yet nothing happened even remotely as planned. Mere seconds after the half derelict freighter had left the ground of the spaceport, red blaster bolts digged deep into the ship's metal shell. The smuggler he has hired turned out to be a man with many enemies, even if non of them were dangerous or important enough to attack a ship with the Prophet on board. For once his focus on secrecy had played out to his disadvantage.
Unable to reach space after taking damage, the ship began long descend down, until it finally crashed at the edges of a small settlement north of Mos Eisley. Tusken raiders where the first to scavenge the remains, followed by jawas. Both had managed to take a piece or two of Abyss with them before the people of the settlement reached the wreck. Not much more than his mask, his crown and most of his metal skull now, Abyss quickly rose throughout the town, even if the people still didn't fully understood what had happened to them. The Mindeaters corrupting influence had slowly etched itself into their thoughts the past few days, and now they saw him as some kind of twisted deity. If they weren't so weak of both body and mind he would've already send them out to hunt down the rest of his armor, but for now the best he could do was wait, until fate would bring him an acceptable champion.
[member="Dravis Rosilla"]
The twin suns that made Tatooine into the notoriously dry and hot desert that it was known as had already fallen beyond the edges of the horizon. Darth Abyss, the Mindeater, only very rarely found his way to this corner of the galaxy. Tatooine was a hotspot for crime, but by far not the only one in the galaxy. There where more than enough other places where business could be made quicker and more comfortable, while the monetary side was more rewarding there as well. Still the desert world was still fairly crowded for one simple reason: It was an isolated backwater hole, and disappearing here was even easier than on Nar Shaddaa, at least if you didn't made the Hutts your enemies.
That was what had drawn him here a few days ago, at least in a way. He could appear without the help of Tatooine's desert, but there where few cities where you could find a better smuggler than on Mos Eisley. There was smugglers under his direct command, but for some tasks it was preferable to pass them along to an outsider, someone without ties or information about even the smallest parts of his organisation. It had been a comparable easy job to start with, bring a very particular set of metal armor into alliance space unseen, not for any particular reason, but as a test to see if it could be done as blueprint for future missions.
Yet nothing happened even remotely as planned. Mere seconds after the half derelict freighter had left the ground of the spaceport, red blaster bolts digged deep into the ship's metal shell. The smuggler he has hired turned out to be a man with many enemies, even if non of them were dangerous or important enough to attack a ship with the Prophet on board. For once his focus on secrecy had played out to his disadvantage.
Unable to reach space after taking damage, the ship began long descend down, until it finally crashed at the edges of a small settlement north of Mos Eisley. Tusken raiders where the first to scavenge the remains, followed by jawas. Both had managed to take a piece or two of Abyss with them before the people of the settlement reached the wreck. Not much more than his mask, his crown and most of his metal skull now, Abyss quickly rose throughout the town, even if the people still didn't fully understood what had happened to them. The Mindeaters corrupting influence had slowly etched itself into their thoughts the past few days, and now they saw him as some kind of twisted deity. If they weren't so weak of both body and mind he would've already send them out to hunt down the rest of his armor, but for now the best he could do was wait, until fate would bring him an acceptable champion.
[member="Dravis Rosilla"]