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Outcasts

Malachor V, The Tainted City

Darth Abyss, the Mindeater and undoubted ruler of the first free city of Malachor V had a plan, but one that he wouldn't be able to accomplish on his own. Not because he lacked the skills, but the time while leading a slowly rising empire of crime and corruption with subtle yet effective manipulation of chaos and anarchy. But there was someone who had the time, or rather had to have the time when Abyss said so. His apprentice, [member="Eshtaol"], still fairly lacking in the arts of dark side, but surprisingly skilled in acting and deceiving. Like Master, Like Apprentice.

The Tainted City was one of the few things that he, a man that claimed to have no ego, was proud of, a city where chaos was the power that dictated the course of fate, and not some petty government that told anyone what they had to do. More than once he had been called someone who enjoyed control, but all those that said so simply lacked the vision for what it truly was that he desired. Control could be taken away, but by shaping events by influencing the natural chaos that came with individuals creating a society, he could enforce his will without actually being in control of anything. The flux was a effective tool, as long as he had enough eyes and ears to know when to act and when not.

When his apprentice would wake up, she would find a datapad in her room inside the Abyss Academy, and once she would boot it up, she would get a message telling her that a ship was waiting for her. Abyss himself waited in an apartment in the slums of the city, one that, at least by Tainted City standards, was clean and rather comfortable, not because it was big or luxuries but because it had everything one could need, including furniture and stocked up supplies to stay there for weeks, maybe even months.

This wouldn't be the home of Abyss, no it would be the one of his apprentice. A false home for a false identity that she would have to take for the mission Abyss had laid out for her. The details of this mission were deliberately excluded from the message he had left her, simply because he knew that every electronic device could be hacked by the right people and didn't meant to destroy the whole operation from the start. She would learn soon enough what it was that she had to do.
 
Eshtaol had long lost her habit of asking questions. At some point in the few months since she'd first come to the Abyss academy, she'd more or less become aware that she would be given what she needed to stay alive, taught what she needed to be useful to the Sith, and told what she needed to know to carry out whatever was being asked of her. It was never less than what she needed, but it would never be more either, and being inquisitive would be to her disadvantage eventually. Having figured out the system didn't mean she liked it, of course, but she liked to remember that one day, if she only persisted long enough, she could have the power that was lorded over her; maybe even have a disciple of her own to withhold information from perpetually. Ah, it was a nice thought.

So when she woke up with a datapad at her side, no real curiosity showed on her face. When she read through the message and made her way to the hangar, it barely crossed her mind to ask the guards for any information on where she was going. She passed the flight in total silence - she barely even moved, in fact. The Acolyte stayed deathly still for almost the duration of the flight, choosing to meditate on the Dark Side rather than occupy herself with anything more tangible.

Yes, pure spite was making her out to be quite the good apprentice.

The ship touched down not five minutes from the apartment where her Master waited, and what distance was left Eshtaol closed of her own accord without much trouble. She tested the door; it was unlocked. Taking her cue, she pushed it open, and immediately saw [member="Darth Abyss"] waiting.

"Master."
 
"Apprentice. Welcome to your new home."

Abyss, which rested on the ground with his legs crossed, a position which his apprentice had probably seen quite a few times by now, allowed this information to sink in for a moment. The Academy was definitely not the worst place to live in, but this apartment still was a update compared to it. Then he allowed it to sink in a bit deeper with another moment of silence, in which she would probably realise that this wouldn't come without a catch. With his voice cold and emotionless he finally spoke to reveal the mission he has for her.

"There is a new group in town. They call themselves the Outcasts, and they are convinced that they are some kind of freedom fighters."

The irony of a group trying to shake up a non existing system in the name of freedom was not lost on him, but that was not why he cared about them. They were not much more than a few angry teenagers and young adults rioting in the streets, but they stood as a beacon of hope in the decaying slums of the Tainted City. That was good, many people needed hope to wake up in the morning. It wasn't uncommon for groups to pop up in the slums with the intent to make the situation there better, but the Outcasts had proven to be far more militant than the others. That was bad, the balance in the city was already fragile, and while shootings were close to normal, he couldn't risk an all out streetwar anywhere besides the redlight district.

"Your mission will be to gather Intel about them, to help me determine if thy have to be eliminated. For that you will have to take on a new name and a new identity, one that will be impossible to be traced back to me."

From his robe he reached for a bag of credits, not to much but enough to get through the next few weeks. Almost casually he threw it over to his apprentice. It would be a high risk mission, like any undercover operation, and there would be no one to back her up or extract her should she make a mistake. In fact she would be cut of from any communications until Abyss decided to act.

"I want you to become friends with them, even join them if possible. No one can know how you really are, not even a little. There is no room for mistakes. Do not disappoint me apprentice."

The sith lord rose, and as a last gift he offered her a datapad, on it locations and hideouts associated with the Outcasts. Once that was done, the sith lord simply disappeared from sight.
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Malchor V - The Tainted City - Slums

A group of young men and women, most of them human or near human sat around a makeshift table in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, absorbed in their game of cards. There was laughing, drinking and general happiness between them. The two that stood out the most where a man and woman on the top end of the table, both sharing similar facial features, blue eyes and black hair. The twins were the leaders of the group, and their well feed, and above average looks made the seem almost displaced here in the tainted city.

[member="Eshtaol"]
 

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