Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Katarr, Defiance
It had been long since Abyss had meet with [member="Connor Harrison"], former jedi master, sith and knight of ren that now was wandering on path that belonged to him alone. There was no urgent business between the two, but the Mindeater preferred to keep his allies close. Good relationships in every corner of the galaxy were the only reason why he was able to have his hand reach beyond the borders of his worlds, and Connor had shown to be a useful, wise ally more than once even if his understanding of dark side always had been lacking in the eyes of Abyss. Not all were destined to embrace the darkness, and having those at reach that could see more than a single shade of the force had always brought him new wisdom.
He had send a simple message to his old friend, merely a navpoint and the words "meet me. -A-". Upon following the coordinates Connor would find himself in the city of Defiance, but his path would lead away from the dirty streets and half faded buildings to the shores of the black sea. There a single agent of the Inner Eye, barely distinguishable from the rest of the populace, waited in front of a small aquatic vehicle that would bring him to the new home of the Mindeater, deep below the toxic waters that grazed the edges of his city.
Katarr, The Drowned Archives
The way would lead down through the sea until the vehicle was completely shrouded in darkness, no light breaking through, neither from above or below. After an eternity of drifting through the dark waters a glimpse of light would shine through the shadows, a purple glimpse that eerily lingered in the sea. With every meter the shapes on the ground would become clearer, one a simple underwater station that created the ghostly glow, the other a derelict temple caught in an energy field to keep the water away and only illuminated by the light of station nearby.
Once the vehicle opened inside the energy field the agent would look at Connor, yet he said no word and made no effort to leave the vehicle himself. Only very few exceptionally gifted individuals were allowed the enter the Drowned Archives, and while the Inner Eye was faithful enough to know about the secret location they lacked the connection to force that granted Connor entrance.
There was no clear path that lead to Abyss, but the echo of the Mindeater resounded between the ancient stones to give an general sense of direction. The husk that had once been a man Connor had meet rested in the tainted heart of the temple, a empty room with a gigantic window that shielded it from the endless depths of the Black Sea. Yet he didn't had picked the room for its view. Here the veil between life and death was so thin that it was almost possible to traverse through it, which was why he had dubbed it "The Abyss".
In front of the window stood the eldritch entity, the hollow eyes inside the unmoving mask looking into the emptiness. His metal body was marked by time and war, littered with cracks, deformations and rust making him seem like this fallen archive below the sea had been his home since the beginning of time. His hands were clasped behind his back as he awaited the arrival of his friend.
It had been long since Abyss had meet with [member="Connor Harrison"], former jedi master, sith and knight of ren that now was wandering on path that belonged to him alone. There was no urgent business between the two, but the Mindeater preferred to keep his allies close. Good relationships in every corner of the galaxy were the only reason why he was able to have his hand reach beyond the borders of his worlds, and Connor had shown to be a useful, wise ally more than once even if his understanding of dark side always had been lacking in the eyes of Abyss. Not all were destined to embrace the darkness, and having those at reach that could see more than a single shade of the force had always brought him new wisdom.
He had send a simple message to his old friend, merely a navpoint and the words "meet me. -A-". Upon following the coordinates Connor would find himself in the city of Defiance, but his path would lead away from the dirty streets and half faded buildings to the shores of the black sea. There a single agent of the Inner Eye, barely distinguishable from the rest of the populace, waited in front of a small aquatic vehicle that would bring him to the new home of the Mindeater, deep below the toxic waters that grazed the edges of his city.
Katarr, The Drowned Archives
The way would lead down through the sea until the vehicle was completely shrouded in darkness, no light breaking through, neither from above or below. After an eternity of drifting through the dark waters a glimpse of light would shine through the shadows, a purple glimpse that eerily lingered in the sea. With every meter the shapes on the ground would become clearer, one a simple underwater station that created the ghostly glow, the other a derelict temple caught in an energy field to keep the water away and only illuminated by the light of station nearby.
Once the vehicle opened inside the energy field the agent would look at Connor, yet he said no word and made no effort to leave the vehicle himself. Only very few exceptionally gifted individuals were allowed the enter the Drowned Archives, and while the Inner Eye was faithful enough to know about the secret location they lacked the connection to force that granted Connor entrance.
There was no clear path that lead to Abyss, but the echo of the Mindeater resounded between the ancient stones to give an general sense of direction. The husk that had once been a man Connor had meet rested in the tainted heart of the temple, a empty room with a gigantic window that shielded it from the endless depths of the Black Sea. Yet he didn't had picked the room for its view. Here the veil between life and death was so thin that it was almost possible to traverse through it, which was why he had dubbed it "The Abyss".
In front of the window stood the eldritch entity, the hollow eyes inside the unmoving mask looking into the emptiness. His metal body was marked by time and war, littered with cracks, deformations and rust making him seem like this fallen archive below the sea had been his home since the beginning of time. His hands were clasped behind his back as he awaited the arrival of his friend.