Darth Abyss
Eldritch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12ov8bswIfw
Deep Space - Bridge of the Eldritch
The dark endlessness of space was nothing compared to the void within the Prophet, who silently rested on the ground with his legs crossed. His rusted and broken body was mostly shrouded in shadows and dirt, but the few remaining pieces of shining silver still reflected the hints of dim green light of the terminals around them. Motionless in form, immersed into the very darkness he was composed of, he waited for the man he had his crew contact, a certain smuggler called [member="Alistair Fenn"].
The task that awaited completion was simple and complex at the same time. In theory it was a simple delivery, but all of his men had refused to do it once they learned of the cargo. His newest creation, the strange spawn of dark magic that called herself Narcissa, had managed to earn to hate of the whole crew in less then a few months. Besides her mindlessly running away to cause trouble others had to clear up at any chance, she had also shown an impressive level of misbehaviour within the vessel.
After the mechanics had to repair the energy core the third time in one week, Abyss had decided that it was enough. It was time to teach her a lesson, the lesson that she meant nothing to him and either had to follow his commands or die a lonely, cold death in space's dark embrace. For that she had been outfitted with a small amulet that suppressed her ability to shift through solid matter, and then packed into a small, uncomfortable cargo crate that was to be delivered to a blacksite prison on the outer corners of the galaxy.
In the hangar of the Eldritch a team was already preparing the crate for pickup, while one of Abyss' agents waited besides them to great the smuggler and escort him onto the bridge. The pale, thin man was shrouded in an odd mix of military uniform and sith robe, and only looked slightly less unnatural then his master.
Deep Space - Bridge of the Eldritch
The dark endlessness of space was nothing compared to the void within the Prophet, who silently rested on the ground with his legs crossed. His rusted and broken body was mostly shrouded in shadows and dirt, but the few remaining pieces of shining silver still reflected the hints of dim green light of the terminals around them. Motionless in form, immersed into the very darkness he was composed of, he waited for the man he had his crew contact, a certain smuggler called [member="Alistair Fenn"].
The task that awaited completion was simple and complex at the same time. In theory it was a simple delivery, but all of his men had refused to do it once they learned of the cargo. His newest creation, the strange spawn of dark magic that called herself Narcissa, had managed to earn to hate of the whole crew in less then a few months. Besides her mindlessly running away to cause trouble others had to clear up at any chance, she had also shown an impressive level of misbehaviour within the vessel.
After the mechanics had to repair the energy core the third time in one week, Abyss had decided that it was enough. It was time to teach her a lesson, the lesson that she meant nothing to him and either had to follow his commands or die a lonely, cold death in space's dark embrace. For that she had been outfitted with a small amulet that suppressed her ability to shift through solid matter, and then packed into a small, uncomfortable cargo crate that was to be delivered to a blacksite prison on the outer corners of the galaxy.
In the hangar of the Eldritch a team was already preparing the crate for pickup, while one of Abyss' agents waited besides them to great the smuggler and escort him onto the bridge. The pale, thin man was shrouded in an odd mix of military uniform and sith robe, and only looked slightly less unnatural then his master.