The Fallen
Winged Abomination
Unknown Regions, Deep Space
851 ABY
Isolated, the ship that once served as the Dark Master's home and place of work drifted. Since it's exodus from the Galaxy and the Superpowers of old Four Hundred years ago, the ship today serves as a resting place of limitless knowledge and power... Or so the legends go. As the Dark Master twisted and turned his crew and subjects into their new hideous forms with undying servitude the pressing matter on their new savage and enslaved minds, the knowledge of the rituals and components required to amass such a amazing yet horrifying bestiary of art remained locked away within the confines of that very ship. The 'Ship of Demons' the legends call it, a place where many have gone to venture and explore with the dreams of returning with riches of unspeakable possibility find themselves cursed by their own greed to rest upon that very ship, leaving their name and legacy to drift away into nothingness, much like the poor fate of the Dark Master who's ambitions took him to the very end... Though with such a heavy mystery placed upon the vessel and its inhuman passengers, what really happened is left to speculation and imagination.
That is, until Darth Metus caught wind of these rumors. Through hearsay, something must have clearly caught his ear and his attention, for he quickly sent a party to find the ship of legend, hoping to figure out the layer upon layer of secrets that shroud the Ship of Demons in mystery. Perhaps he wished for the knowledge of the Dark Arts that the Master had spent countless years mastering, perhaps he wished to tap into his legions of abominations for his own sinister plans. The CIS utilized droids, that much was obvious. Perhaps this was a chance to blend machine with beast.
Whatever the case, the expedition team was set up and sent towards the Unknown Regions, hoping to find exactly what they were looking for.
[member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Mirvak"]