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Disguised as Gods (PM to join)

Nar Shaddaa, Secret Underground Bunker

Abyss had taken place on a chair, his eyes focused on the large holographic map of the know galaxy that filled the command center of his bunker. On a table in front of him rested a myriad of opened book, datapads and notes about the Graug, a species of Aliens notorious for their violent tendency's, as much as for their lack of intelligence. Normally he wouldn't take much of an interest in a race that had no noteworthy mental capabilities, but his research wasn't born out of his scientific interest, but out of Necessity. [member="Darth Ferox"] had proposed a plan to him not to long ago, and Abyss had agreed to help the Red Assassin with its executing.

A few of his men wandered through the room once in a while, collection data, researching or simply maintaining the building, but no one interfered with the thoughts of their commander. What he had to do was curial for Ferox plan to succeed, but he couldn't allow anyone to truly understand what and why he was doing. He knew that they all had absolute loyalty to him, but even they could start talking when they would meet the right person.

For the task that was about to come, only two were even in question to serve him. The first was [member="Eshtaol"], his apprentice, and while she was still right at the start of her training it was time for her to become useful for the sith lord. The other was [member="Phar'ra"], his shadow hand, agent and assassins of his cause. He had called for both of them, and hoped that they would come, but one of them would be enough to execute the plan effectively.

The reason why had called for both of the was a simple one: It was a test of their loyalty to him, as they would both be confronted with the other. Phar'ra, the former apprentice that had been degraded to a simple tool that didn't even had the right to call himself a sith in the presence of Abyss, had to watch as a girl that was far below him in strength and experience would stand at the side of his master as his new apprentice, Eshtaol on the other hand would see that her position was not unrivaled.

A ship already awaited them on the surface, stocked with everything they would need on there mission, but for now Abyss simply waited for them to arrive, so he could inform them about the task at hand.
 
Silently a figure entered the room with both hands clasped behind his back. He stuck to the shadows, his one glowing golden eye the only visible feature on his body. The Kaleesh Phar'ra had arrived just as [member="Darth Abyss"] had asked. Why he had come, he wasn't sure, but he was not about to second guess the man who was the key to his future. So the larger man stood and waited for a task to be given to him.

What ever it was, he knew it was serious given how much discretion Abyss had demanded.
 
Cloaked in black and silent as the grave, Eshtaol slid into the bunker mere minutes after [member="Phar'ra"]'s arrival. She looked notably more like an Acolyte of the Sith should look than she had at the time of her initiation; she'd gained an inch or so in height, dropped her habit of perpetual jumpiness for a more relaxed-yet-reserved demeanor, and the grey of her eyes had been almost totally replaced by an ominous muted yellow. Though she was obviously still far from worthy to call herself a Sith - most Acolytes, she would imagine, could still best her with a bit of effort - it was evident she'd adjusted to her new life well.

Though she'd been kept in the dark regarding the purpose behind her summons, Eshtaol was intelligent enough to know it would be of importance. Almost definitely dangerous, too, which was fine. The girl hardly craved adrenaline, but she didn't dislike excitement. More importantly, however, every time she was called by her Master, she was given another chance to further her path and come closer to being a person of worth. She had no intention on missing out.

And with that, she bowed her head in respectful acknowledgement of [member="Darth Abyss"], and waited.
 
With a wave of his hand he gestured his men to leave them alone, now that both [member="Phar'ra"] and [member="Eshtaol"] had arrived to serve him. It was the second time this week that the mindeater had commanded his men to privacy, and while non of them had any clue what he was doing, they had all already figured that something big was coming. So they all gladly accepted a free night, as soon enough there would be more than enough for them to do. As the last figure had faded from sight, Abyss slowly rose from his chair, and over to the galaxy map that filled most of them room. His gaze fully focused on his apprentice, deliberately ignoring his shadow hand he began to talk:

"This is a unnamed moon, one microjump away from Graug. It is the home of a fraction of the Graugs lost tribe, consisting of approximately 10000 battle ready warriors. For reasons that do not have to concern you just yet, I plan to mobilize them as an attack force."

The galaxy map zoomed deeper, slowly reaching the area around the homeworld of the graug, which unsurprisingly was simply called graug. A second later the map switched, not showing a 3D depiction of the moon he had just talked about.

"This is phase one of a longer plan, but to secure absolut secrecy you will be informed about phase two once phase one is executed."

The map again changed, now showing a model of the settlement he had picked as target for this operation. On it several points of interest became highlighted.

"For this mission to be a success we are forced to split up, so once phase one is initialized you will be on your own. Apprentice, your task will be to collect information and keep me updated on every move the graug make. To make this happen you will be sold as a slave to their leader. Once the time comes it will be crucial that you understand his interests, his fears and his passions. You need to be able to push him to do our biding."

The map switched for a final time, now showing another moon, one that was again one microjump away from their target. While his eyes did not meet the kaleesh for once, his words were aimed at him.

"Shadow hand. Your task begins outside of our actual target. In exactly two days there will be an arms shipment to a small smuggler outpost."

The map zoomed onto the moon, highlighting a small, secluded and privat spaceport not to far away from the actual outpost.

"It is your duty to bring the shipment as close to the graug as possible, but it is of upmost importance that they do not suspect an outside influence. Once you will be close enough they will make an attempt to board your ship. Give them a believable fight, but let them get the ship in the end. How you survive is up to you, simply know that in my eyes your death is an acceptable outcome of this mission."

He didn't said anything about his own part to play, so in case either one of them would be captured the graug, stupid as most of them were wouldn't be able to piece the parts together. With a question he turned back to the two:

"Do you understand? If so, follow me. There is a ship loaded with everything we will need waiting for us. Also, as long we are in graug space there can be no lightsabers or displays of the force. Hiding our identities is the key for us to succeed."
 
A suicide mission to give the enemy weapons? Phar'ra pondered the purpose of the plan in silence, but did not question [member="Darth Abyss"] . The Mindeater certainly had his reasons, and the Shadow Hand wasn't about to doubt the master. So with a simple nod the large alien moved from the shadows to follow Abyss towards the ship. His task would be easier than he had anticipated should he get to where he was planning to.
 
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[member="Eshtaol"] Sorry to skip you in this, but this is part of a bigger plan so I will just push it forward a bit.

Wordlessly the sith lord began his way towards the exit of his bunker, not waiting or Turing around for his apprentice or shadow hand to follow him. They had to, no matter if they wanted to or not, as if they would not he would simply crush them with a thought. The way upwards was fairly long, but he preferred to walk it instead of using a vehicle as it left far less traces behind. The tunnels and corridors far below Nar Shaddaa were bare of any light, as the ghostly figure of Darth Abyss rose from the depths of the smuggler moon, until he reached the small, isolated landing bay, where a simple, unsuspicious freighter waited for him and his allies.

With a hiss the ramp of the ship opened as he stepped forward, a single brainwashed pilot on the inside waiting for them. The ship was loaded with a fair share or equipment for his group, ranging from simple body armor, to various ranged and melee weapons that would balance out their lack of lightsabers. Also stored there were numerous outfits for all of them, which would allow them to mask their identity even further.

As the ramp closed behind him, he made his way to the cockpit, to give the command for takeoff. It would be a fairly long way, but he didn't had the intention to waste the time until they would reach their destination. For one it would be used for [member="Phar'ra"] and Eshtaol to get comfortable with their new weapons and personas for this mission. Another use of the time would be a short, but effective training lesson, one that regarded the art of subtle, unseen manipulation, both with the force and without it.

The ship lifted from the ground, taking course on their first target, the drop of point for his Shadow Hand.
 
Sold as a slave? Eshtaol was good at keeping her thoughts hidden, but that was enough to get a raised eyebrow from her. Not, obviously, that it made a difference, but still. Her task, evidently, wouldn't require her to coordinate her own escape - just as well, because she was woefully inequipped for such an operation - but rather, to go undercover, to gather intelligence. It was definitely more up her alley than something more combat-oriented; she'd gotten used to poking around and being stealthy. Nonetheless, that had been in a world without the Force to use for leverage - or not use, when you were Eshtaol and you could do little more than float rocks and make yourself blend in. But that was irrelevant. This was her mission, and she'd be damned if she didn't pull it off flawlessly.

Assuring herself of that, the Coruscanti followed as [member="Darth Abyss"] led she and [member="Phar'ra"] out of the bunker, boarding the ship with wary eyes.
 
Taking command of an arms deal. And dressing the part. A frown settled on the Kaleesh's lips as he surrendered his lightsaber. The blade had been with him for months now, ever escaping his side. Yet, so soon he had to get rid of it. Get rid of a weapon that was his life blood. [member="Darth Abyss"] asked for much, and there was no room for error. A blaster pistol, and a rifle. Nothing too fancy. Armor, simple, merchant level. Casually he shrugged off his robe, changing into the armor.

"Ja be da Mastah's apprentice. Ja don' look strong."

It was the first and only thing the Kaleesh would say to [member="Eshtaol"] since meeting her. In his eyes, she was unworthy of attaining the godhood Sith did. She was a last resort, only chosen because he had been captured. Captured. If it hadn't been for his time away, he wouldn't be reduced to this.. Shell. Shadow'd hand. Kept on suicide missions to prove himself again.

And he would. He would make himself SIth if he had to, and he would kill any who got in his way.
 
Abyss himself had picked the mantle of a rich, but slightly shady nobleman, wearing fine cloths in white and red, all but his eyes hidden behind a scarlet scarf. Other than the other two he still carried a saber, his second purple one, hidden in a secret deposit in his right sleeve. He had no intention of using it, but he had the means to carry it just in case, and the knowledge when to use it and when not.

The small provocation from [member="Phar'ra"] at [member="Eshtaol"] didn't remained unheard, but he wouldn't step in to stop it. It was exactly the conflict he had wished to spark between the two, as rivalry, envy and greed were extremely motivating emotions. Waiting for his apprentice to pick her attire, he moved to the crew cabins, notifying the pilot to send both his underlings to him once they finished their set up.

He had prepared a last lesson for them. On the ground in front of him rested a game of sabbac, cards ready for three players. It would be a lesson of philosophy and psychology alike. He wasn't his master, and so he saw death threats as an effective but overused tool in the forging of a sith apprentice. Because of this he had made the decision that this lesson would be more effectively conveyed with a metaphor than with the fear of death.
 

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