Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Space Station, Outer Rim - Deep Space
Darth Abyss, the Prophet of Malachor and Katarr, had reduced his presence from the galaxy, blended in with the shadows even more than before. The passing of time had come with a cost, with the lose of a world he had resurrected from the dead, and through it the lose of much of his power and influence. Yet this wasn't the first time the Mindeater had fallen from grace, and it wasn't the first time he would take a defeat only to rise again, stronger and more powerful then ever before. To do that he needed to rebuild his network of spies, of agents and shadows that gave him accesses to the one thing that made him powerful: Knowledge.
The first he had to recruit was a new Shadow Hand, a position imagined by the ancient sith. Not every lord of the sith used the rank of the Hand, but Abyss saw everyone as a fool who didn't. A weapon of the dark side forged to be both less and more than an actual apprentice, a weapon that could be used for almost everything, from field commander to assassin.
Even without his organization, the Tainted Chorus, being fully operational he still had sources and information in every place where the law was a nothing more than a word that no one cared for. This time he followed the traces of an alleged terrorist, a girl that had been part of a suspiringly impressive massacre a while ago. The news about her actions had passed him long ago, but recently there had been a shift in the force, an echo that had drawn him to seek her out. Why exactly the force hadn't yet revealed to him, but he suspected that it was part of his search for a shadow hand.
The empty metal husk that was Abyss made his way through the dim light of the stations corridors, passing by passed out junkies, and all kinds of scoundrels and misfits along the way, following a glimpse of darkness he could feel somewhere in the depths of the structure.
[member="Blake Morrigan"]
Darth Abyss, the Prophet of Malachor and Katarr, had reduced his presence from the galaxy, blended in with the shadows even more than before. The passing of time had come with a cost, with the lose of a world he had resurrected from the dead, and through it the lose of much of his power and influence. Yet this wasn't the first time the Mindeater had fallen from grace, and it wasn't the first time he would take a defeat only to rise again, stronger and more powerful then ever before. To do that he needed to rebuild his network of spies, of agents and shadows that gave him accesses to the one thing that made him powerful: Knowledge.
The first he had to recruit was a new Shadow Hand, a position imagined by the ancient sith. Not every lord of the sith used the rank of the Hand, but Abyss saw everyone as a fool who didn't. A weapon of the dark side forged to be both less and more than an actual apprentice, a weapon that could be used for almost everything, from field commander to assassin.
Even without his organization, the Tainted Chorus, being fully operational he still had sources and information in every place where the law was a nothing more than a word that no one cared for. This time he followed the traces of an alleged terrorist, a girl that had been part of a suspiringly impressive massacre a while ago. The news about her actions had passed him long ago, but recently there had been a shift in the force, an echo that had drawn him to seek her out. Why exactly the force hadn't yet revealed to him, but he suspected that it was part of his search for a shadow hand.
The empty metal husk that was Abyss made his way through the dim light of the stations corridors, passing by passed out junkies, and all kinds of scoundrels and misfits along the way, following a glimpse of darkness he could feel somewhere in the depths of the structure.
[member="Blake Morrigan"]