Runaway

[Darth Abyss]

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Deep Space, Bridge of the Eldritch

Space was quite, as was the bridge of Darth Abyss personal vessel. The husk that remained of the Sith Lord was caught in the dim light of the countless terminals around him, as his ship silently drifted through the cold endlessness. Yet despite the motionless calm of the hollow entity, the spirit inside was burning with anger.

Two days ago one of his creations had, against his direct commands, left the halls of the Eldritch and set out on a quest of her own. Narcissa, the product of blood and magic, had once more mistaken herself as the Mindeater's daughter. Out of her desire to make him accept her as that, she traveled to the edges of the known galaxy to discover ancient relics to offer to him as a present and prove of her worth.

She didn't got far before the Eldritch closed in on her, but it had shown to be quite a challenge to catch a being that could survive in space indefinitely while moving through it without the aid of any technology. If she had been anyone else Abyss would've settled to just let her go and let fate do its thing, but Narcissa wasn't just a valuable asset. She knew to much, and Abyss wouldn't risk having her fall into the wrong hands.

The Eldritch had tracked her down to a derelict mining station, but all attempts by his men to apprehend her had failed so far. Not because they weren't capable, but because the young, demonic sith spawn knew their presences in the force and fled into the emptiness whenever they made a move on her.

It was time to call in an outsider more suited for the task at hand. Abyss had asked his sources for one of the remaining Vong working as bounty hunter, but while that search turned out fruitless, he instead was given the contact to the next best thing.

[member="Kilum Bralor"], a Mandalorian bounty hunter with a unique mix of genes that made him almost force dead, and definitely dead enough to hide him from his lost daughter. Over his contacts he had send an inquiry to the Hunter, including the location of the Eldritch and the promise to pay whatever the man would desire in return for a highly unofficial job.

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Location: The Zetetic/The Eldritch​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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Kilum stared out of the Zetetic's viewport, into the cold void, the vastness of space. Apparently, the void would be staring back. That was what he'd been told about a prospective employer, anyway - his contacts had tried to warn him away from it, but anyone's credits were good, it didn't matter who they were. Granted, it was his first time working for any Darth - he had once had to capture an unruly Sith Lord, but that was...a long time ago, now.

As the customized freighter came up on the side of the large, leering vessel that was apparently called the Eldritch, Bralor glanced out to see the oversized airlocks and what seemed like masses of power harpoons; no doubt this ship was packing a lot of bodies, then. It was a boarder. Pulling into the hangar, the Mandalorian set down his ship within the confines of what he'd been told was something more of a dark labyrinth than a flagship, but he wasn't the superstitious type anyway.

The ramp lowered on his craft to let him into the hangar, and before even stepping foot on the ship he was met by guards and those who'd been ordained to show him the way to the bridge. It was smart to be paranoid, nowadays. Especially for a Sith Lord - his kind of people tended to thrive on betrayal, and even then there was all manner of competitors, government agents, infiltrators. Anyone who took up a 'job offer' could be a spy. And Mandalorians were an easy disguise. The helmet was their face.

It felt like a long walk to the bridge. Underneath everything, Kilum was itching to get to his work; from what he understood already, this wasn't a typical contract, and that interested him. The warrior in him was excited, and the fire was stoked in his heart at the idea of a new kind of prey, a quarry that he hadn't tracked or hunted before. Finally, he arrived. As he looked in the direction of the Darth, he understood why people were worried.

Kilum found it hard to tell if the man was alive or dead. Perhaps he was hundreds of years old, could've been anything like that. He'd heard all manner of stories and seen all manner of things when it came to Sith Lords, so he didn't think any of it would surprise him. As he continued to stare from beneath the cold gaze of his helmet, he finally spoke up and broke the silence.

"You need a Hunter?"

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Welcome Mr. Bralor."

Upon the Mandalorian's entrance Abyss could already grasp why his contacts had recommended him. His presence in the force was merely a drop in an endless ocean, so small, so insignificant that a being that didn't almost exclusively relied on the force to observe the galaxy would've most likely missed it entirely.

The voice of the Mindeater would further prompt the question who and especially what he was. While his metal jaw, fixed into a deformed grin of eternal mockery, moved not a single inch, unnatural words formed around the husk and filled the room for all directions at once. Due to his rather exotic relationship to the force [member="Kilum Bralor"] would almost exclusively preserve the physical representation of his voice, and only hear the distorted, ethereal echo, clawing into reality from a plane beyond reality, that followed as a far too distant whisper.

"Yes. One of my experiments fled the confines of this vessel. It can sense others in the force, which is why I require your assistance."

He hadn't moved once since he began to talk, his metal shell rested on the ground with his legs crossed to meditate. The ship around him on the other hand was busy. Pirates were passing by the bridge, and the officers that commanded the vessel continued to stay focused on their terminals to make sure that everything was in order.

"I think I do not have to tell you that this contract is confidential. Further details will be shared with you once you accept."

It wasn't like he really had to point it out, after all it was common sense in the realm to the underworld to keep secrets secret. Yet it was best to remind a new contractor of that, not only by his words but by their tone that left no doubt about what would happen should the bounty hunter make the mistake of ever sharing what he might would see today.

"State your price. Know that wealth is far from the only thing that I have to offer."

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Location: The Zetetic/The Eldritch​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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Yeah, there was definitely something up with this Sith Lord. Bralor heard his words, but his face didn't move an inch, and his jaw seemed fixed in place, liked it'd been wired shut. The voice sounded unnatural, like it was reaching out towards him from somewhere else. He couldn't place it, exactly. He'd been attacked by the Dark Side before, but that had been very...obvious. This was a more subtle thing, something creeping.

Bralor's gaze kept fixed right on Abyss, not glancing to look at the passing pirates or the working officers, making sure he maintained the staring that had been established now. In his mind, it was in of itself a guarantee - someone darting their eyes about was either avoiding eye contact, wasn't interested or was scanning how many exits there were in a room. Kilum had gotten to the point now where he could figure out the exits without even taking a look.

Thoughts whirred in his brain as he considered his price. Sithspawn were always expensive - damned things tended to be very hard to catch, nevermind capture. Most would die first, and it was hard not to abide by them with the massive threat they tended to be. But he would do it, for the right money.

"Force Users and Sithspawn are always more expensive. Since it's my first time working for you, I can lower it. 100,000, if you have anything additional to offer."

Most would balk at him even trying to haggle with someone like Abyss, but for Kilum this was simply a service for a client, like he would any other. He'd learned a long time ago that he would just be a professional, a Hunter. He didn't need to be anything more to the people he worked for.

 

[Darth Abyss]

For a handful moments the husk remained silent, and all that filled the room was the slight, muffled buzzing of the ship's electronics, the dampened breaths of the officers and the distant steps of the crew. If Abyss hadn't spoken only seconds ago, it would've been easy to mistake him for nothing more then a terrifying sculpture someone had placed on the bridge in bad taste.

"I find your price to be reasonable."

Only once the deal was more or less agreed on, the strange entity moved for the first time. His left raised slightly, and yet even in motion the Mindeater had little resemblance with a human being. It almost looked like the limp was disconnected from the rest of the body, moving while everything else stayed perfectly in place.

On his mark a thin, pale skinned man stepped out of the corner of the room, one hand wrapped around a datapad while the other tightly clinched to an exotic rifle.

"One third upfront, the rest upon conformation of your success. In addition one piece of experimental weaponry, also upfront."

Following the words of the husk, the pale agent stepped towards the bounty hunter, first offering him the weapon and then the datapad afterwards. On the small device [member="Kilum Bralor"] would find a short dossier of his target, including her current location, a list of her abilities and a psychological profile. Any information that revealed her relationship with Abyss or details of her creation had been deliberately left out. He left the mandalorian a few moments to study the information before he continued to talk.

I want her captured, not dead. Lasting damages to her physical wellbeing should be avoided if possible, but are acceptable when everything else fails. Any questions?

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Location: The Zetetic/The Eldritch​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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Bralor was incredibly still as he stared back towards Abyss, and with the gazes locked, they must have looked like some kind of odd artpiece. The silence was palpable for the Mandalorian, as all the other small noises and distractions were drowned out; he was focused on Abyss, his gaze unbreaking as he finally heard his reply.

Reasonable. Kilum gave a nod in response, and moreso in agreement. He watched with interest as the odd, almost detached limb seemed to raise - it was like he was watching some kind of odd act, a man pretending to be a statue for a long period of time finally revealing the whole ruse. The Mandalorian stared towards the odd, pale man as he moved forward with the weapon and datapad; though he took the rifle, the datapad was what interested him more.

He scanned through it with frightening efficiency, his eyes immediately picking out any important details and committing them to memory. That was important, this was, and that was. Everything in there was catalogued and prepared. Bralor looked back up towards Abyss as he laid out the terms. Alive, not dead. Avoid lasting damage. He could do that. He knew the type - she was a product to him or a tool, that was it. Not a problem.

"No." Kilum lowered the datapad, putting it away on his belt. With that, he began heading back to his ship. There wasn't anything else to say or ask - the target would be brought to Abyss as he specified, and that was it, as far as Bralor saw it. The target was an odd one compared to his usual target, but that was what made it more appealing.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Deep Space, Abandoned Mining Station

In short, random intervals the half broken lights of the long derelict station jumped to life, only to die down only moments afterwards. The passing of time had left its marks on the metal that with half of its stabilizers offline had formed cracks and holes. Despite its state, most systems had remained active on a base level. Oxygen was still filtered through the life support systems, even if the air was tainted by a clear stale taste. Artificial gravity existed within at least the core of the station, even if it occasionally followed the pattern of the dim red emergency lamps that made up the only source of light inside.

"What does it mean?"

Untouched by the force of gravity, a pale, thin and oddly attractive floated through the walls of the stations former living quarters, in her hands a thin, ragged book she had lifted from her father's library. Her white her danced weightlessly around her yellow glowing eyes, while her hands turned through the scrambled pages of gibberish notes in the sith language. Every new page brought up a new question, but her mind still returned to a very specific sentence that had appeared inside the book more then once: The Force Shall Free Me.

"WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"

The book was send flying through the room, while the pages left their confined space and scattered around it. For more then four days Narcissa had gone without feeding on the essence of a living being, and her mental state had already begun to degrade. Not that she was the most mentally stable to start with, but the beast within was far worse then the obsessed, yet confused and lost woman that normally was in its place.

[member="Kilum Bralor"]

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Location: Abandoned Mining Station​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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Bralor's gaze stayed fixed on the old mining station as the Zetetic pulled in, its airlock attaching to the docking station on what was possibly an ancient base now. His armour was sealed just to be safe, as he had little faith in an ageing wreck's life support. As he made his way into the dock, he focused in on himself for a moment, and all the training came flooding in. Instincts from a dozen wars, hundreds of worlds that had been set ablaze or liberated running through his head. He wondered if it confused things further, if his dim footstep in the force looked like it was being made by many people. He wasn't exactly sure how the force even worked, still.

The Mandalorian figure stalked the stagnant halls of the dead station, one of his pistols held low with the stun setting prepared. He listened quietly, focusing on the hunt as he began to observe his environment in ways many would not; understand where cracks revealed a weak ceiling or if it was simply a crack, knowing if what looked like a fuel cell was flammable or not by the way its containment looked and was shaped. These were the instincts that had kept him alive.

Kilum listened quietly, and he heard the distant reverberations of a shout. High-pitched noise, according to the audio pickup, most likely female if the decibel range was right. Probably upset, distracted. Bralor approached the direction of his target with quiet movements, his eyes glancing around a corner as he spotted a pale white figure farther down, ducking back behind cover. He had an idea.

For a moment, he let his thoughts run free, and his feelings. He spilled for a moment, just for that second, then closed up again, and changed position. His pistol was ready and locked on that position; he'd used this against force users before, especially those that weren't thinking straight. Perhaps it'd go off without a hitch. Or maybe it wouldn't. Hell if he knew, he'd just adapt to whatever this situation decided to throw at him.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Stop whispering please. Just come out, there is no need to be afraid of me"

It was clear that Narcissa was close to losing what little remaind of her mind. When the thoughts and emotions of the bounty hunter spilled into the open, leaving a distant echo in the force, she turned around, talking to the thin air like it would answer. Under other cirumstances she might would've been able to guess what was going on, but even the idea of a spirit to feed on was enough to turn off any common sense.

"I do not know where I am. Can you please help me, I just want to get home?"

The floating woman slightly bended her head to the right, while her eyes scanned the room for her prey. At the same time her voice was soft, seductive and enthralling, at least for those that allowed it inside their head, despite the eery similarity with Abyss' etheral whispering. From the yellow gaze fake tears began to run down her face, as her body slowly descended onto the ground. In the end it was just a small framed, crying girl kneeling on the ground with her arms wrapped around her eyes.

"Has he send you? I hope my dear father is not too worried."

Then her mouth opend once more, but instead of words a song was formed. Incomprehensible sounds began to whisper and dance through the broken walls, an eldritch tune of love and care, of death and obssession, of fear and hope, crawling through the force, searching for what little presence [member="Kilum Bralor"] had in the force.

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor

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Location: Abandoned Mining Station​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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She didn't take the bait quite as he'd expected. She was a smart girl, so it seemed. Even in her hunger-driven madness, she still had the composure to do things the smart way. If she hadn't been what she was, perhaps she would've been a good kid. But none of that mattered now. As he heard her pleas for help, Bralor pulled back and out through another side entrance, making distance from where she knelt, the crocodile tears still streaming down her face.

Kilum looped around, trying to manouver around the room she was in. Eventually, he came up to another door - this one was behind Narcissa, allowing him to perhaps get the drop on her, if he was lucky. As he opened the door, he muted his helmet, using audio pickup to determine the girl's location. The Mandalorian glanced around the corner, and suddenly he realized that mute wasn't going to help much.

He could still feel it, trying to snake around, to find him; almost like some weird form of echolocation in the force. The hunter found it difficult to move or pull away, and instead did what he felt the best move out of reaction - he raised his arm towards the girl's direction as a cable shot from his wrist. It woudn't kill or seriously hurt if he got this, maybe choke a bit. Most importantly though, it would shut her up. The cable was aimed for Nracissa's neck, as Bralor hoped to wrap it around there and drag her back in his direction.

It was now that he was starting to figure out that maybe he was a contender for king of stupid ideas.

 

[Darth Abyss]

When the cabal wrapped around the woman's neck, the haunting song was cut of and replaced by painful gasping. Her arms that had been coyly entwined around her eyes quickly reached for the snare around her throat like she was grasping for air. Only a few moments later the lids of her glowing eyes flickered and closed, followed by her now seemingly lifeless body dropping to the ground, unmoving and untwitching like she was nothing more then a helpless child, one hand still on the cable, the other obscured below her wide, black dress.

The truth was that the cable had very little effect on her, besides some unpleasant pain. Due to her heritage the last of the Lost Daughters had no need to breath, but she hoped that the hunter wasn't aware of that. Every little shard of her mind screamed for her to just consume the man that had attacked her, but even in her madness she knew that in a real fight her chances of victory were slime. Trickery and deceit were the only tools in her hands that could help her to overpower the hunter, and make him the prey.

During her drop her right had reached for the small dagger hidden within her dress, and now that she rested motionless on the ground her fingers clinched to its hilt with all strength she could muster. Stabbing someone wasn't a question of strength, speed or skill, but merely one of timing. All she had to do was to wait for the hunter's attempt to claim his price, and pierce the weapon into whatever opening she could find in his armor.

Slowly her forced, faked breaths grew lighter, until they died down completely, making her seem more like a corpse then a living being. Hopefully her creator had asked for to be caught alive, if not then the end was inevitable, with or without a fight.

[member="Kilum Bralor"]

 

[Varik Ice]

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[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Abandoned Mining Station​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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As Bralor yanked the girl across the room by her neck, options swam in his head. His blaster was in its holster - but he could just draw it and shoot a stun bolt. Other possibilities ran through his mind as Narcissa seemed to lay helpless on the ground before him, but he was no amateur. He knew she was far from harmless, and he doubted she was even unconscious. She hadn't been actually choked anywhere long enough, but someone who didn't breath couldn't know that.

He decided to go for the option that she might not expect. Going down onto one knee next to her, one of his hands floated near her face, as though he wished to touch her or comfort her. His eyes meanwhile, noticed her hand was in her dress, and his other hand, stern and powerful, was ready to grab her wrist and hold it the moment she pulled out a blaster, blade, lightsaber, whatever it turned out to be.

"You have to come home. Or your father's going to be very disappointed." He had caught on that the girl no doubt saw a lot more in her relationship with Abyss than he did. When she whispered, he had heard the tones of his voice in her, a familiarity about it that struck him. She called him father, whereas he didn't even call her by any name. She saw him as a parent, and he probably saw her as a tool.

Kilum almost felt his thoughts wander for a moment, but all the instincts and focus came rushing back as he waited, his presence in the force showing for a more obvious moment and no doubt giving off the impression he was off-guard. Maybe it'd work out. At the moment, he was improvising; half-Starweirds were not his specialty.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Quietly Narcissa waited, not even moving a single inch while the hand of the bounty hunter danced above her face. The only motion her body made was to further increase the strength of her fingers wrapping around her small weapon, making sure that it wouldn't slip her hand even if the cold steel would meet an unseen layer of armor. Her only real look on the mandalorian had revealed one thing, that like many of his kind was shrouded in a heavy suit of armor which made it near impossible to pierce the knife into him without finding a clear opening.

Then she felt it, another glimpse of the man that filled the force. Despite being nearly undetected there was still a thin line between him and the invisible energy that connected all living things, and in this moment it was the echo of uncertainty and distraction. It was the moment she had waited for when she began her little act, and now she would bring it to its great crescendo.

"Only if I forget to bring him your head."

The eyes of the woman jumped open the second her mouth did. Her whole body suddenly jumped to life, and her right hand pushed forward. The knife began its short path, searching for a weakness in the armor. To her knowledge most armor had thinner areas around the neck where helmet and chest plate could be connected. That was where the knife was aimed at, the throat of the bounty hunter, with all strength the frail creature could muster.

[member="Kilum Bralor"]

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Abandoned Mining Station​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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For Kilum, it was as though everything played in slow motion. His senses and reflexes were honed and enhanced, far superior to how a regular person could react and plan. He saw her speech and her eyes, had read her movement the moment it came to pass. He considered his options. He could've caught her arm mid-stab and simply snapped it - but he promised to bring her as unharmed as possible. Likewise, he could grab the blade; with his crushgaunts, it would likely shatter, and there'd be stab wounds. No good.

He had to isolate the knife. No problem there. As it came rushing for his throat, Bralor almost seemed to lazily attempt to dodge, though he was doing no such thing. The knife barely missed his throat, travelling through the side of his neck and sticking there as his powerful hand came up, gripping Narcissa's arm. It was intended to hold her in place, and even though he was being gentle, it must have felt like an iron vice grip, like metal was closing down around her arm.

The Mandalorian didn't flinch or seem to react much to the knife. He'd been stabbed through the throat...7 times during his life, if he remembered right. Eventually, you just got sort of used to the sensation, and it was a lot easier to make it look simple if you'd seen it coming. Trapping the knife though, was really just secondary. He could've returned her to Abyss with little holes or a snapped arm and it wouldn't be permanent; payment all the same. But he was a bit of a perfectionist, and most of all a professional.

Every prey had a weakness to exploit. For her, it was her need for her father's love, her need to prove she was no doubt just as deceitful and capable as he was. "Good try, kid." The voice seemed harsher than usual, though maybe that was just the metal in his neck. Now doing his best to simply lock her into place, Kilum's other hand came into play. It came searing towards her face in a backhand-slap motion. Even though Kilum was doing his best to be gentle, he figured for someone fragile like the girl, it would have the force of a knockout blow.

Maybe she'd end up with a bruise later. But he figured to a man like Abyss, that would be minimal.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Narcissa saw the hit coming, but at this point there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had felt very confident after her dagger had reached the hunter's throat, she had felt so powerful, so brilliant, so worthy of her heritage. The blood on her blade looked tempting, intriguing in a way she couldn't even explain to herself. All she knew was that she desired to see more of it. Then a hand reached for her's and forced a quick end onto her moment of triumph.

Victory had been meant to be hers, and it was to grant her freedom from her chains. What she got instead was darkness, and even worse a moment of peace once her mind was caught in the silent, cold embrace of unconsciousness.

"Peace is a lie."

She couldn't say how much time had passed, or where she was, but once the yellow eyes opened up again they burned with the vengeful gaze of a hungry demon, and her words he haunting screams of her starweird forefathers. There was nothing left of the deceitful, somewhat smart woman, only the beast that always clawed at her mind from within.

The broken spawn couldn't grasp the presence of her aggressor, and instead her starved essence rose to instead simply consume everything close to her. In her current state she wasted little thought on the question if it would even work on someone almost disconnected from the force, all that mattered now was to feed. To others this whole series of actions would appear as a desperate attempt, but Narcissa was acting entirely on her instincts now, following the behaviors exhibited by her kind caught wildly in the emptiness of space.

[member="Kilum Bralor"]

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Abandoned Mining Station​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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Kilum had almost been a little surprised that it worked. Regardless, he didn't have time to waste now. Stun cuffs were no good - she would eventually just become incorporeal and drop them. In the same way, he couldn't just shove her in a room and be done with it. He'd have to make use of one of his bridge's more exotic features, or at least as he saw it - a force cage. He usually reserved these for pretty powerful force users, and to be fair, she would have made most lists concerning that.

But it wasn't her ability to detect a presence or feed which was why he used it. The force cage was constantly ebbing energy, preventing someone from harnessing the powers from the thing that apparently was binding all life in the galaxy. If it could cut off something that vague, he was pretty sure it'd give a Starweird a nice shock when she tried to float out. Sitting Narcissa inside and activating the cage, Bralor made his way to the cockpit.

As he began to punch in coordinates, Kilum rubbed the side of his neck where the knife had stabbed. Healed over. Even the trademark scar of the Firrerreo wasn't there, his skin in the area still gold and smooth despite where it should've become a rough silver. The Hunter had figured out a while ago that physical vulnerability was a great weapon. Sentients, humans especially loved the rush of taking advantage of another. Of cutting or shooting into them, feeling like they won. It was when they were most distracted.

As the Zetetic once again sent a signal to the Eldritch and began to dock, Bralor began his landing procedure. He didn't have much time to waste - the girl would be up soon, and he had a feeling she'd only become worse in the cage. Maybe her 'father' could calm her down, he didn't know. Stepping down the ramp of his ship once again, he called over to attendants within the hangar.

"Tell Abyss I have his girl."

 

[Darth Abyss]

The husk hadn't moved an inch since [member="Kilum Bralor"] had set out to bring his experiment back. Silent and motionless, still more sculpture then man, he had remained on the bridge, waiting for his task to be fulfilled. Only when he felt the presence of Narcissa entering inside his vessel his metal armor was set in motion, giving out a wordless order moments before his crew was informed of the Mandalorian's return.

In the hangar Kilum would be meet by a small guard, not for him but the runaway creature he had caught. Heavily augmented soldiers walking side by side with Warlocks shrouded in colorful, tribal attire ready to escort them to the bridge. One of the Warlocks, a pale looking man adorned by bones and feathers stepped forward to greet the new arrival

"Our Lord is already expecting you. Allow us to escort you to the bridge, we will make certain that she can't escape again."

The easiest way to control a being born from magic, was ironically other magic. Her body was strong in a certain sense, but her mind was frail and easy to influence which made it possible to control her through the force should the need arise.

On the bridge Abyss waited, now standing with his hollow eyes locked on the emptiness outside. Down below, where the ship of the hunter waited, the crew had already begun to prepare a cargo crate as pay for a job well done. He had avoided using actual credits tied to any sort of government or financial system, and instead picked Aurodium of the same worth. No matter where the hunter would try to sell them, he would either get his pay or more depending on how much time he would spend haggling.

"Impressive work, Mr. Bralor. The rest of your payment is currently being prepared in the hanger, and it will be ready to loaded onto your ship once you decided to leave."

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Abandoned Mining Station​

Interacting with: [member="Darth Abyss"]​

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Kilum shouldn't have been surprised as he looked upon the man that greeted him and decided to escort him to Abyss. This whole ship had a certain...feeling to it, an atmosphere. For those with a normal connection, or even sensitive for the force, he figured it was probably much stronger. One of the advantages of being so cut off from the whole thing. He couldn't shoot lightning from his hands or crush windpipes from metres away, but he could avoid being made uncomfortable by some ship.

As they approached the brige, Bralor stopped musing to himself. It was back to business, as he was usually about. He kept his arms crossed in front of him, the small nick in the material on his neck where the knife had gone through still present. It was hardly noticeable; Narcissa had actually done quite a precise attack when she went for this throat. When she was coherent, she had good instincts, at the least.

The Mandalorian peered at Abyss, his interest piqued just slightly at the wording there. When he decided to leave. Abyss was unmoving, but he didn't need to have body language for there to be subtleties there. Still, he had his money. Many mercenaries would just be happy with that and leave, though he doubted most would have survived their encounter.

"Anything else needing done, while I'm here?" He intended to be thorough in all things, and he wouldn't turn down any more possible credits. Some may have seen it as pushing his luck, but Bralor viewed it as a simple inquiry. Abyss had paid him almost double what the Alliance had, and given him more of a thrilling hunt. He got the feeling the Darth tended to deal with the stranger end of things in the galaxy.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"There are almost as many Bounty Hunters in this galaxy as there are stars, yet only a handful are worth the coin they demand."

The husk remained in his position, looking into the dark distance like he could see something among the blackness broken by the dim light of the stars that no one else could. His words that were no real answer to the hunter's question were followed by a moment of silence, and once more it seemed like the strange being had remembered that by the laws of reality it had no right to exist.

"I want to make you an offer that goes beyond the scope of a single contract."

With a oddly elegant motion Abyss turned around, his robe slightly drifting despite the lack of wind upon the bridge of a spaceship. The empty black of his eyes was now fixed upon [member="Kilum Bralor"], a unnerving stare that revealed a little bit to much of the darkness that waited behind the wooden mask that had replaced his face.

"Before you get any ideas, I do not think much of keeping people bound to tightly. This offer is not an invitation to become a formal part of my organization, nor a ban on offering your service to others."

Freedom was at the very core of Abyss ideology, and it was a courtesy he extended to all those that willing entered his service. He has little use in keeping a bounty hunter from doing his job, and even less in forcing someone to work for him, with some minor exceptions. Instead he preferred to deal in debts, like the debt of her very existence that Narcissa owned him from being allowed to be born in the first place.

"Rather I want us to work out an arrangement that contains the details for future contracts, that is if you are interested."