Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Nar Shaddaa
Some run-down bar
Abyss was sitting on a table that he picked based on the fact that it was placed as far away from the rest of the bar as possible. The drink in front of the young sith apprentice was almost empty, but he wasn´t ready to finish it yet, as it was the only reason he was still here. An old friend and business partner of his father had arranged a meeting for Abyss, after he heard from a Newcomer who was selling well preserved relics of the jedi for far less credits than most. That meeting was planned to happen 3 hours before, but still no one had shown up. The first hour he thought nothing of it ... It was common for sellers of semi legally acquired wares to be not really reliable. After the second hour he had reached out to few of his conntacts on the plant ... They informed him about rumors that the seller was currently meeting with some Hut. Something about him trying to cut the Huts out of his business. The third hour he was just sitting in the bar, hoping that some wonder would happen and the seller would walk in with his inner organs still intact and inside his body. He takes the last sip from his drink, signaling the barkeeper to bring him another one. He leans back in his chair his face hidden by the black hood of his robe, oberserving the other people around him.
Some run-down bar
Abyss was sitting on a table that he picked based on the fact that it was placed as far away from the rest of the bar as possible. The drink in front of the young sith apprentice was almost empty, but he wasn´t ready to finish it yet, as it was the only reason he was still here. An old friend and business partner of his father had arranged a meeting for Abyss, after he heard from a Newcomer who was selling well preserved relics of the jedi for far less credits than most. That meeting was planned to happen 3 hours before, but still no one had shown up. The first hour he thought nothing of it ... It was common for sellers of semi legally acquired wares to be not really reliable. After the second hour he had reached out to few of his conntacts on the plant ... They informed him about rumors that the seller was currently meeting with some Hut. Something about him trying to cut the Huts out of his business. The third hour he was just sitting in the bar, hoping that some wonder would happen and the seller would walk in with his inner organs still intact and inside his body. He takes the last sip from his drink, signaling the barkeeper to bring him another one. He leans back in his chair his face hidden by the black hood of his robe, oberserving the other people around him.