For Souls, Swag and Booty (Maiden Flight of the Eldritch)

[Darth Abyss]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmE2qlPrdVs

Unkown Regions, Abandoned Mining Station

After years, and after a small fortune spend, Abyss was finally able to see what he had waited for all this time. The Eldritch, a ancient sith ship that his men had reconfigured with state of the art technology from the Black Market, was finally ready to leave its current home in the depths of the Unkown regions, ready to bring chaos and fear to anyone that traveled space. He never had thought that he would turn to piracy, at least not in such a direct way, but this new ship with arcane weaponry was simply to good of an opportunity to pass up on. They would become not mere pirates hunting tresures, they would become a twisted legend, a tale told by spacers only to be meet by disbelieve.

For this task he had gathered quite the crew, the best of the worst to make their vessel fully operational. There was the ship's captain [member="Eliza Raxis"], a experienced pirate that would get the Elditch in and out of many dangerous situations. Then there was [member="Thraxis"], one of the most notorious criminals and drunks in the galaxy and certainly in the top ten of the most dangerous persons Abyss had ever meet. His two apprentices, [member="Dravis Rosilla"] as the one that would follow in his sith footsteps, and [member="Veryiana Greivex"] which simply hungered for the power of the darkness and thereby entered into the eternal serivice of the Prophet, were also part of the crew. The last one was [member="Causstik Rahn"], a warlord famed for his skill when it came to killing jedi and sith alike. Even without such a ship as the Eldritch they would've already been one of the most dangerous pirate crews he had ever heard of.

Last checks were about to be finished soon, the sith lord already residing in his private study on the top of the strange pyramid that made up the main part of the ships back, his disassembled body hovering in the air due to the lack of gravity in his personal quarters. He had send message to all those he had recruited to meet him on the bridge, and he expected them to be there very soon. Well all but Thraxis, the former Hutt cartel torturer was known for running late. The terminal fixed to a table let out a short burst of electronic noise, informing him that the ship was ready, and that the crew was about to arrive. Like moved by invisible hands the metal husk began to become whole again. His metal left was the first to be pieced together again, the arm floating in the directly besides a book that had opend by the same unseen hands that moved his body. While his arnor was not even fully intact, the otherworldly voice whispered to his tome, the runes glowing in slight red.

Abyss loved to make an entrance, and he had planned this one for quite a while. Through the airvents on the bridge thick black smoke would stream into the room. The disembodied voice of the Prophet resounded in the room where the mix of ancient technology and black market inventions was most obvious, while the smoke slowly changed form, rebuilding into the metallic figure of the Mindeater.

"Welcome on the Eldritch."

 

[Thraxis]

A swagger and a wave evolved from a drunkards dance, legs crossing and swaying as in his hand a large Trophy had been entrapped by his marred fingertips. He looked to his left and his right and all he saw were the dismembered clouds snatched and torn apart by the jagged dance of a ship that hovered high above. A Gammorean gave a few nods as they started passing and placing onto long Metal latches around his armour. "Okay Thraxis, need to remember that these are the essentials. Ya know, to give ya a homely feeling." A more feminine voice peeped up, grabbed in fancy clothes laced with linen and silk with Broad Shoulders as on the latches they clipped more and more frivolities. Many cans of Alcohol were placed and attached to his armour, from a closer inspection they were tied with the same stuff a cluster bomb was made as he wrapped over him his famed duffel bag of burnt gold.

"Yes Mam!" his words rolled and drawn out with a drunken slur as they placed a large Parachute on his back, rarely ever used by modern kind with the invention of the Jetpack oh so long ago. But there was something oddly satisfying with a large strip of paper descending you through the skies. That and it was far more noticeable. He smashed an open palm against a small green button that read Thraxis do not touch But he wasn't one for following orders. The Gammorean women quickly strolled out of the room as the first windswept strike pulled him forward, his body dropped off balance as he looked beneath the torn asunder clouds, a drunken smile as he took a few more steps closer, the wind whipping and pulling him closer like a Sirens call. "Let us descend shall we." He turned on his heels before losing balance, his body snatched from the ship's compartment as all he could hear was the smothering wind enveloping his senses.

For a few seconds, a stupid smile drew across his face, watching as his transport disappeared behind a field of cotton, the whizzing slowly came with a calm before he looked at his open palm, now coated with a thin veil of sickened green as he turned to his side. A large smoke flare had burst to his side, looking at a few others he gave a shrug before clasping them all at once, creating a cacophony of electric colours all around him, as he turned around, free falling a little longer as he narrowed his body, diving straight for The Eldritch, basking in all its unholy glory.

The ground expanded wider and wider, the horizon dissipating more and more the closer he dived, the curvature of the planet becoming a flat mass as he pulled his parachute, a large curse scrawled atop it as his legs snapped down, the confetti of smoke still consuming most of him and even the signature had dissipated into a sparsely seen drawing of a middle finger. For a few minutes, he was seen falling, descending to the ground before a rupturing crack, a burst of brown encompassed his body, the smokes flares long since vanished behind him, fusing with the clouds above, He looked to his sides to the sizzling noise, the cans he had brought with him broken and bent as his drunkard expression was brought down to a morose tone. "Oh... Son of... Do I.... Oh goddamnit." He grumbled as he looked to the entrance of the ship, waiting for another to arrive so he could be fashionably late to the party.
[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik awoke to the moans of a dozen slaves who shared his bed. The bed was made of bone and the sheets were fine hides gathered from over a dozen hunts. Causstik sat up straight from the bed rolling the slaves off the top of him as he did so. Causstik felt something pull in the back of his well built frame and he growled as his hand grabbed the pained area “My back,” he mumbled and it was followed by a dozen moans of “Master Rahn,” as the slaves awoke. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik shook his head and got out of bed. The rest of the chamber was much like the bed. Adorned in rich furs and hides. Great ebony furniture lined the walls and exotic skins lined the floors. Causstik began rooting through one of the ebony drawers and found his favorite loincloth. He put it on and scanned the room for his armor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He spotted it placed over a mannequin in the corner. Causstik raised his arms and the slaves got up from his bed. They placed the beskar chain mail over his torso and Causstik slid into his chain trousers easily. Then the slaves placed the phrik plates encrusted in beautiful jewels over the Beskar chain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik nodded to the slaves as they finished and they quietly dismissed themselves from his room. Causstik walked to another ebony dresser and withdrew a large silky red cape. Causstik attached it to his pauldrons and began to make his way to the bridge. He meandered through darkened halls and ancient doors till he finally reached the elevator that would take him to the bridge. Causstik waited in almost utter silence as he rode the lift, but their was the ever present voices in his head. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Great fame and glory awaits. Many riches and plunder are promised. Untold treasures and a massive armada. It shall all be yours.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They whispered sweet nothing into his ear and Causstik nodded as if someone were actually there with him. The Elevator stopped and Causstik entered the dark decrepit bridge. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Welcome on the Eldritch." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A deep hollow voice echoed throughout the room. Causstik merely waited for the entity known as The Prophet to materialize and offer more instructions.[/SIZE]

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Myra]

"What sort of sample is this poodoo?" Veryiana groans as she glares at the mostly burnt corpse of a some random creature "Skrogging Pirates! So help me when I find those Sculags I will tear their Skrogging eyes out of their skrogging sockets!" Veryiana growls as she grabs the corpse and chucks it across her lab in rage, and then kicks her desk, taking deep slow breaths to calm herself down.

This ship is so strange Veryiana thought.. old arcane halls and then state of the art facilities like her lab. She hadn't seen her 'captain' yet but she wasn't interested in quite seeing him as this moment, she was suppose to be devising a being capable of hunting and killing Jedi without outside control, a weapon to be used by herself and people she respected.. for the right price.. but now her sample was completely fried and unusable.. in anger she kicks her desk again, now having a faint dent in it now from both kicks, and she just groans loudly, and she was hungry.. she didn't feel the need to protect herself quite as much as when she was out and about, no one here would dare try to hurt her. So she sheds her outer armor and pulls the plugs from the back of her head, taking a deep breath of air from her fresh surroundings instead of the claustrophobic shroud around her face. The only plug she keeps in is the one directly connecting to her metal arm, the others she tkeeps plugged into her head but not the rest of her body, so they hang down like hair. And they cling loosely to her body. She makes sure her arm is still working before a sudden voice is heard

"Welcome to the Eldritch"

(http://www.pcgamer.com/canceled-star-wars-darth-maul-games-concept-art-shows-unique-jedi-and-sith-characters/ , Her, but keep in mind she has a metal arm, and a yellow light-whip)​

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"It's about skrogging time.." She murmurs, surprisingly vulgar when she's by herself.. why? she has no idea, just.. an instinct. But she goes to investigate, finding the newly formed [member="Darth Abyss"]

"What're your orders..?" She inquires boredly

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis lived to serve.

That was a lie, a lie Drav had shrugged off once he became Sith. He had became disillusioned with the concept of servitude once he had tasted the power of the Dark Side. Why should he serve anyone when power could be taken all on it's own?

The answer, unfortunately, was that he couldn't take power by himself. He simply wasn't powerful enough. It was a never-ending paradox: One needed power to gain power.

That was what attracted him to the Sith, and eventually, to [member="Darth Abyss"], his master.

In the Sithling's quarters, a dark shape stirred. The Bith arose from his meditation chair, a spectre of black cloth rising from his slumber. The being's endlessly-dark eyes flicked to the ceiling as the call to gather was given by the Sith Lord. He smirked, straightening the wrinkles from his cloak.

It was about time.

- - -​

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The Bith Sith walked onto the bridge, flanked by four enormous DR-2 Phalanx Droids. While Dravis himself had no armor, and only his lightsaber and shock-whip to his name, the giant battle droids were more than enough protection while on the Eldritch. They surveyed the two fellow crewmembers on the bridge, and Drav's gaze lingered on each for a moment.

[member="Causstik Rahn"], a brute of a Trandoshan. The pair hadn't formally met yet, but he had both heard and seen the pirate's slaves around. That was one thing they had in common, the strength to claim another's life for their own.

His gaze stayed on [member="Veryiana Greivex"] for a touch longer, and a hint of distaste tinged his features for but a moment. The woman was being tutored under Abyss as well, and it made the Bith uncomfortable. The chance that the Dark Lord might see her as a more suitable apprentice, and end Dravis' life with the flick of a wrist unnerved him.

He simply had to prove his worthiness to his master.

Easier said than done.

The murky smoke that was Abyss materialized, and Dravis straightened absentmindedly, paying close attention to the Mindeater. He was prepared for their maiden voyage on the Eldritch.

Was the rest of the crew?

- [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Eliza Raxis"] -

 

[RC 212]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Veryiana Greivex"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

She entered the hangar. Clad in her normal spacers trousers and a backwater world blouse top. It had fur lining the hood. On both sides of her hips rested toma-hawks and on her back was a simple shotgun. Eliza Raxis, once an explorer/treasure hunter, now turned Pirate Captain. Except there wasn't much life in piracy theses days.

Black Flag Trading Co. had a quota to fill. Stolen good needed to be stolen to be repackaged and sold. And that was where Abyss offer had come in. they'd done some business once or twice before. But now it was time to really do business, with this nice ship of blood thirsty killers none the less.

She looked left and then right. Then she smiled, and tucked her thumbs into her belt. Her voice boomed across the bay...

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"Crew. Who's ready to score their first plunder!"​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Finally the whole crew had made their way to the Eldritch, well at least all besides [member="Thraxis"] which was probably no surprises to anyone who ever meet the man. He didn't just called them to show them the ship. The Eldritch had a higher calling then to be just another pirate ship, it would be the dark horror that every pilot in the galaxy would fear. Yet that was not all. His network of spies never slept, and his eyes focused especially on everything involving ancient artifacts. A few days ago his agents had passed on a quite interesting chunk of information. In merely a few hours a ship would leave hyperspace not to far from their current position to traverse an asteroid field, filled to the brink with scavenged relics.

Most of it was only semi important junk, worth enough to keep the crew happy, but nothing Abyss held any personal interest in. Only one object on the ship interested him, a map that somehow managed to slip below the scope of any competent scholar involved in the transport and distribution of the artifacts. He couldn't really say that it was their fault, the legend linked to it was so utterly obscure that very few people besides Abyss had ever even heard about it. The metal sith turned to the gathered crew, his strange voice resounding in the bridge to fill them in on the details. On a holographic projector behind him a galaxy map suddenly jumped to live, a red dot marking the location of their target.

"In approximately five hours a Ardent-Class Frigate will cross through the asteroid field at the marked location. We will make sure that it will never reach its destination. Coordinates are locked in, ready when you are Captain Raxis. Godspeed"

The sith Lord was about to fade again, with the intention to return to his quarters to prepare for the coming encounter. Before that happened the sith Lord turned to his crew a second time. They would probably like to know what they were after.

"I could tell you a long, boring story about a ancient force order I discovered. But I guess the short version will do. A dark wizard traveled to the edges of the known galaxy, discovered some cursed, and very valuable treasure that made greed into the only thing he still knew. He became a pirate king, and before he died he left a map that, according to the legend, leads to the location where he has hidden his riches. That map is on the ship. Any questions?"

[member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Veryiana Greivex"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Veryiana Greivex"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Thraxis"]

"None so far. You are aware treasure hunter was my first ever profession, alongside Courrier for sensitive packages. I can jump a ship without a hyperdrive, and track things with my mind. Sometimes even see things far off."

She paused, letting the situation sink in. The intersection point would be easy. Taking the vessels engines off line might be a bit of a challenge, but nothing compared to forcibly entering a ship no doubt crawling with security. Or worse if it had been lost for so long.

Reavers....

She nodded and then set her steely gaze upon the crew.

"So... Who's good at what? We need a Chief Engineer, Gunner and Boarder. I'll also require a helmsman. Comm's I can do myself."

 

[Myra]

Veryiana, still grumpy from the incident with the destroyed specimen in her lab simply says "And here I thought you didn't believe in gods?"

It was more of a teasing snide remark to her new master.. she wouldn't let him alone get all the teasing and definitely wouldn't make him feel like he was in complete control of her.

However, she doesn't respond to [member="Eliza Raxis"] who was asking for positions, .. she knew a lot, but none of those really were any area of her expertise.. this ship had too much metal for her biological expertise to come in handy, and she needed to get up close and personal. She half wanted to volunteer for 'boarder' but decided against it.. she was already sizing up the other apprentice, [member="Dravis Rosilla"] was his name she thought.. But she'd rather [member="Darth Abyss"] choose her for the position over him, if he did, she could use that as a stepping stone to possibly proving her superiority. Both she and him were in this for power.. and if she proved she had more.. she could become just as much of a master over the other apprentice as their master was.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

No one arrived, he looked back and forth than to his watch before a pirate boy arrived with a small barrel of foodstuff and trinkets. "Uh, sir? What are you waiting for? You have been standing here for the past five minutes?" The man inquired, a quizzical look drawn over his face as Thraxis wrapped an arm around him, his jovial words infecting the poor boy as he swung him around, the guy almost losing hold before he put a hand underneath and reaffirmed his grip.

"Well ya see laddie. I was told by Darth Abyss, to meet him on this exact date, to join up with the new crew of the Eldritchen." He paused, a free hand pointing to his watch and date, "As you can see here, it says that today I was meant to met up with him, join up with his crew and sail the seven Galaxies in search of plunder, booty and slavery." He paused, letting it sink in as a look of worry ran over the lads face, still whirling the lad around with a shoulder curled around his neck. "Don't worry matey. You can take all the booty. I much rather the plunder aspect anyway." He finished up with a clap and a cheer, looking at his watch again. Yep, right time.

The new found compatriot looked at his watch, a worried look as he turned, "Um. I don't know how to tell you this..." The laddie replied, Thraxis cocking a brow in response and looking at the kids watch as well. It was the same time, what could be the problem. "You were meant to arrive yesterday." He responded as Thraxis gave him in response a dead glare, slowly coming to the realisation before he dropped his coiled arm, looking at the ship and giving a few lip smacks.

"Ah. I see." He paused, his feet bouncing up and down with a rhythmic tune before raising a finger before the kid could respond. "Would... Would you excuse me a sec." And with that, he broke into a sprint, a comic run as he bounced back and forth unable to run in a straight line, arms flailing behind him as he screamed bloody murders at the top of his voice.

He ran at the door, arm pressed in a shoulder tackle before landing flat on his ass. Hey, at least the door swung open enough. With that he jumped back onto his feet, running and clawing his way passed the door and through the corridor heading towards what he assumed was the helm of the ship. However, he made a single critical error, one unlit flare popped off, still attachted to his belt as he pounced and ran through, the few soldiers wandierng the halls moving to the side as his voice started off as nothing more than a little more than a silent whisper, the screams of "FUUU" Rolling in around him as a green smoke dissipated around him, filling the halls with its vile haze before he came to the door to the helm. The door slid open with a creak as he shoulder barged through, not aware of what it actually was. He collided through, the haze following behind him as he ran towards the crew, blinded by the haze and running a little to their left and over a railing.

His body somersalted over, the sound of a thwack and bang echoing as he cringed in pain from the fall. He had a few seconds to fix his first impression, which so far had consisted of screaming and causing havoc in his waking step. He looked to his sides, before pulling himself up, a few digits coiled around the railing above and shotgunning himself atop it, arms spread wide as he ppanted and heaved, "I AM HERE!" He screamed, keeping balance on the rails edge looking at the light above as green haze slowly rolled in and filled the room.
[member="Veryiana Greivex"] | [member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis listened to [member="Darth Abyss"] intently, not letting his eyes deviate from his master, only letting them flick to [member="Eliza Raxis"] and [member="Thraxis"] respectively, as they entered the bridge. A couple of experienced ship-hands never hurt, after all.

To be a pirate gang, Drav supposed one should have pirates. Even eccentric pirates.

The Sithling examined the holomap, his Bith eyes texturing it in exquisite detail. They would go into an asteroid field to acquire a map to ancient buried treasure. The quest sounded like a few choice holovids he'd enjoyed as a child.

Perhaps instead of a businessman, he should've been a pirate.

"No questions from me," he said, his voice mellow, but tinged with an underlying excitement. "I am prepared to take what's ours. And since we're pirates now..." Drav noticed a speck on one of his droids, and wiped it off with a stray thumb, "I guess that means everything is ours."

Drav refused to look at [member="Veryiana Greivex"], but he could sense the tension in the air between them, almost feel her eyes scanning over him. She wanted Lord Abyss' approval just as much as he did, perhaps even more. It unsettled Dravis, but only slightly.

He turned to Eliza, a smile on his features looking out of the corner of his eye at the smoke that was his master. "I will go where I am needed." The response was simple, but carried weight flying over the heads of perhaps everyone.

It was his own little way of rebelling against Darth Abyss' imposed servitude of him. He would go where he could be most effective, not necessarily where Abyss ordered him, even though those two things most likely intersected.

He may want the Darth's approval, but he would not sacrifice his freedom to it.

- [member="Causstik Rahn"] -

 

[Darth Abyss]

The hollow sith stood there for a moment, letting everyone speak their piece on the matter. [member="Eliza Raxis"] was in theory right to let either of them chose what they should do on board of the Eldritch so everyone of them ended up in a position most well suited for their actual abilities. Yet while this was certainly true for [member="Thraxis"] and [member="Causstik Rahn"], both experienced in their field, it also had provoked not only tension, which he approved of, but subtle disobedience in both of his apprentices. An issue that would be addressed, but not right now. He wanted them to feel save before he would remind them who he was, and why they were here.

"Captain Raxis, my A.I. Glory has already gathered a team of mechanics. She is linked to the ships systems so I expect her to do an adequate job at keeping the Eldritch in shape."

With that he turned to the two other actual pirates of the crew besides their captain, one who had just entered in a matter that he only let slide so easily because there was no use in being angry about it anyway. Thraxis did what Thraxis did, and that was what he was counting on after all. He was as much as force of chaos as the Mindeater himself, even if it was another brand of chaos.

"Causstik I assume you want to lead the boarding crew? Thraxis, just do whatever you do."

There was a laugh as the sith stepped forward, offering the madman from Zeltros a hand to get of the railing, just in case that was anything he was even interested in. Then the laugh died down all of a sudden as he turned around, and stopped right in front of [member="Dravis Rosilla"] and [member="Veryiana Greivex"], while allowing his twisted, all devouring presence the shine through the layers of shadows and darkness for just a moment.

"I have a very special task for both of you. You both have made it very clear to me that you desire the freedom of choice. So here is your choice, I hope it teaches you to never again disrespect me on my ship."

The laugh returned, only much darker and sinister than before. Yes he had a choice for them, and what a choice. It was probably the most beautiful form of mockery he had come up with. They could chose between endangering their lives or belittlement. What it would be was entirely up to them.

"Either you go to the slave quarters and remain there until we need someone to clean up the ship, or you grab a thin space suit, a faulty jetpack and some Pitfall droids to set an ambush for our target to assist the boarding team from the other side."

Obviously he had neither thin space suits nor faulty jetpacks stored on the ship, every piece of equipment he had bought was in prefect shape. That didn't made the task of setting an ambush in space much saver, but it at least made it slightly less suicidal. In fact he had prepared some rather high quality equipment for such tasks, including Immediac Model 10 spacesuits, Whisper jetpacks and his notorious Ghostmaker acid launchers that could be useful to get in and out of their traget ship.

"I will head to the ritual chamber now to assist our efforts from there. Captain you have the bridge."

 

[Myra]

Veryiana shrinks back at the clear distaste her new master has of her rebellious comment "Yes.. Master." She says quietly before going to grab her gear.

She didn't like getting bossed around.. and she didn't know whether to rebel more to prove her independence and worth or submit to prove her loyalty so she decides to go with submission.. for now. She hurriedly dresses in her combat gear and heads out to grab the equipment he mentioned, half tempted to sabotage all the other gear so her fellow apprentice would head out into space then drift off into the void, but cooperation would make sure that she survived.. the upcoming conflict and Abyss's wrath. Her fingers drum nervously on her thigh as she awaits her fellow apprentice.

[member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

With a curious twitch hidden beneath the fold of Phrik he eyed Abyss' offer. He knew better than to take his offer. Not because he was Sith, which honestly lead to a sense of unease around him more than anything else, but his ethereal nature. It was a powerplay, he takes the hand, falls on his ass and makes an aforementioned ass of himself. Clever play, clever play indeed. "Nah. I think I like this balancing act." He said with a swagger and a shake before tossing himself over the other end, knees bent before returning to full posture next to him. No power plays would make him look weak, though in truth he had simply overthought the offer, something he rarely managed. "Okay. So I got bored of the balancing act." He said with a pat than a groove of motion, looking over the rest of them now being given an opportune chance.

He raised a finger, counting the digits for each person here, each digit risen as he paused and looked over them. He only recognised one apart from Abyss and that was Caustic. Though he very well could have been any other Transdoshan. All the menacing brute, the towering behemoth and the maw of teeth was the give away sign someone was Trandoshan, but other than that you had scale gleam and shine to go off of and their choice of attire and that let him tell who it was when he took a deeper peruse. The single scar obscured by the Eye Patch was what gave it away. A single digit lowered, as he moved onto the next.

The Captain, or so he was told. He looked them up and down, Tomahawks, Really? Didn't even know they were even still produced.... I can't even name the last time I saw them let alone saw someone use them. He inquired to himself, it was really a determining feature when he looked them up and down, he was impressed, to say the least, they brought them, but being good at using them was a whole 'nother story. Other than that her clothing was rather modern, not screaming Yar Har! More screaming let us have a casual night of drinking. A sentence he never used. Another digit rolled down, three remained as he turned to the next member.

Next was the amalgamation of flesh meeting steel, as well as wires, copper and probably mercury mixed in there.They were a little taller than he was, standing at Six Foot One while he barely brushed past Five Foot Nine. The meeting of flesh and steel might horror other men, but in his line of work monstrosities came and went. Him making a few of them when he tinkered with the robotic side of Torture. Her glowing Iris' drew most of his attention, giving him a clear-cut recognition that he was looking at some Force User. That and Abyss quickly clarified it. Another finger dropped and only two were left.

He moved onto the next in the lineup of Apprentice Duo's. He had seldom met one of their kind, the strange way the flesh folded over each other at the mouth, the way their beady eyes glared through the sides of a cup. He was confident it was a Bith. But other than that, he couldn't have told him apart from any other. Though there was one thing to make note of, and that was that Abyss had him as his second Apprentice. Well. Abyss is just shooting for the Heavens now ain't he. He thought to himself as his second to the last finger disappeared behind a closed fist before turning to the last of this cavalcade of piracy.

Abyss.There wasn't much to say, his armour was all that was left of the etheral void of what he assumed was at one point a man. His final finger dropped as in the span of a few seconds he summed the crew up in a signel fell swoop. Most of them weren't much along the lines of Pirates. Maybe more along the lines of a ragtag group of people lined up and told what to do, since they came off as more Force Orientated than a true pirate crew. But at least he could take solace in Causstik, a fellow Pirate or so he hoped. Mainly letting his hopes sit on it actually being Caustic and not some random Trandoshan.

With a click of the fingers, he snapped, looking at Abyss and giving him a wink as he turned around, walking out the door "You got it. If anyone needs me." He paused, a boot clanking against the ground, his body lowering as he pulled from his shoe a single small phial, its tanned amber colouration swishing about as he took another few steps, the door sliding open as he shot some finger guns at the lot of them. "I shall be getting drunk off my ass. Maybe in the boiler room, maybe in the events." His free hand pulled out a single slip of paper, reading, I.O.U three Dollar. On the sheet of paper with nothing else drawn on the other side. "If any of you need me, just dial that number and I will come a runnin." He said as he slipped and slid out of the door, the echoes of his scream as he departed, an arm coiled around another involuntary volunteer on his exploration of either the ship or his small bottle of booze.
[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"] | [member="Veryiana Greivex"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

When [member="Darth Abyss"] walked up to the two apprentices, Dravis stared defiantly ahead, not letting his eyes trace as they would usually do. He kept them affixed, preparing his body for whatever torture would accompany his statement. When the Sith Lord mentioned their insubordination, Dravis couldn't help but tense up, prepared for the inevitable.

Instead, Abyss gave them a choice.

The surprise in Dravis' eyes was unmistakable. He glanced at [member="Veryiana Greivex"] beside him, gauging her reaction, before speaking. "Ambush. I see." His words were guarded, measured. "I suppose I'll do that."

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Dravis walked to the barracks, opening the door, and finding his fellow apprentice already inside. He had dropped off his droids at his room- he wouldn't need them in deep space. He gave her a cautious nod of acknowledgement, and went to find equipment for himself.

Secretly, he admired the way she'd stood up to Abyss, just as he did, even if her display was slightly more brutish. The fact that they would be forced together to enact the will of a man neither of them wished to serve bonded them in a way, and it made Dravis wonder if, under different circumstances, they would have been friends.

Darth Abyss actually had a suit that would fit Drav. Perhaps he had been his plan all along, to risk his apprentice's life for such a menial thing. It was unbecoming, and it jaded the Sithling.

Not through choice, Rosilla found himself sitting near Veryiana, attempting to attach a jetpak to his back. He fiddled with the controls, strapping the device over his shoulders, before standing up, offering a diplomatic grin to his fellow apprentice.

"Prepared to die for our great overlord?"

The sass spoke for itself.

- [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Eliza Raxis"] - [member="Causstik Rahn"] -