Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Nar Shaddaa, Bar above the Slums
The scene stayed the same, even if the location changed. Some rundown cantina, just high enough above the slums to look down on them. From the large window behind him Abyss could watch as the poor, little insects crawled through their dirty home, maggots worth nothing more then to serve as fodder for his organization.
One of the key advantages of the underworld compared to being allied to any empire was the endless network of contacts, and the resulting ability to watch your enemies from a far distance. Since his disappearance from the Sith Empire Abyss had kept a low profile. The Lords had witnessed his reactions the last time someone stole Malachor from him, and they also knew that the Prophet was not above using even the most deranged trickery and deception to accomplish his goals. To that end he had limited his contact inside the Empire to his former apprentice, and to not further strain their relationship he had avoided to use the young sorcerer as his spy. It was only a question of time until one of their hounds would come for him, once their paranoia would rise enough to mark him as a threat.
While he wasn't actively plotting to bring the Empire to its knees, even if the idea of the Dark Lord's body laying shattered before him was quite appealing, he still wasn't above passively undermining their authority at every possible oppertunity.
That was why he had spared no effort to arrange today's meeting. His contacts brought him word of a deflector that was active in the underworld, and he made it his top priority to add the man into his long list of allies and servants. It wasn't just the chance of gaining more insight into the current dealings of the Empire, but a chance of reaching another ideological victory over the far more powerful faction.
In the faint light of the cantina's backroom the husk rested, a hollow suit of rusted armor held together by little more then madness and obsession. Locked between his sharp teeth waited a pipe, arcane smoke occasionally emerging from it as well as from the empty eye sockets between his mask.
[member="Dreek Xretissirr"]
The scene stayed the same, even if the location changed. Some rundown cantina, just high enough above the slums to look down on them. From the large window behind him Abyss could watch as the poor, little insects crawled through their dirty home, maggots worth nothing more then to serve as fodder for his organization.
One of the key advantages of the underworld compared to being allied to any empire was the endless network of contacts, and the resulting ability to watch your enemies from a far distance. Since his disappearance from the Sith Empire Abyss had kept a low profile. The Lords had witnessed his reactions the last time someone stole Malachor from him, and they also knew that the Prophet was not above using even the most deranged trickery and deception to accomplish his goals. To that end he had limited his contact inside the Empire to his former apprentice, and to not further strain their relationship he had avoided to use the young sorcerer as his spy. It was only a question of time until one of their hounds would come for him, once their paranoia would rise enough to mark him as a threat.
While he wasn't actively plotting to bring the Empire to its knees, even if the idea of the Dark Lord's body laying shattered before him was quite appealing, he still wasn't above passively undermining their authority at every possible oppertunity.
That was why he had spared no effort to arrange today's meeting. His contacts brought him word of a deflector that was active in the underworld, and he made it his top priority to add the man into his long list of allies and servants. It wasn't just the chance of gaining more insight into the current dealings of the Empire, but a chance of reaching another ideological victory over the far more powerful faction.
In the faint light of the cantina's backroom the husk rested, a hollow suit of rusted armor held together by little more then madness and obsession. Locked between his sharp teeth waited a pipe, arcane smoke occasionally emerging from it as well as from the empty eye sockets between his mask.
[member="Dreek Xretissirr"]