Darth Abyss
Eldritch
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Maena, The Dead Dragon - Level 477, The Dead Dragon Casino
Death, Life, Undeath. It was all the same to those that had crossed the veil and returned.
Even if they stood on two different sides now, the experience of death, the horrors of chaos, and the violent march back to existence was something that could bind the most opposing of souls.
There had been a short period of time when the Sith Assassins saw success instead of death while Abyss was a part of the council. It had been a time when the shadows stood strong, but also a time when then aspects could gather under one banner, one purpose. Abyss remembered the day when they meet in the safety of the Black Adder on Nar Shaddaa, united not just in war but in jest.
How fleeting such times were. Now the Assassins bowed to the false Dark Lord and his shallow Empire, while the Black had renounced any shred of loyalty he ever had for those that were nothing more then misguided traitors in his eyes. Abyss had avoided to interact with his peers since then, not out of respect, but out of paranoia. Of all the Sith that could challenge him, his master, her master and his own acolyte Brother, were the only ones he considered a danger to himself. Not just due to their power, but due to their insight into the abyss that raged on within him, an advantage only few other could claim.
When he send an invitation to [member="Darth Ferus"], the returned flesh of the Red, he considered his options. At first he felt it would be most appropriate to invite the Sith Lord into his throne room within the Dead Dragon, a symbol of his power, wealth and independence. The trapdoor that could drop the Zabrak into the depths of a pit in which an undead dragon had taken residence was only an afterthought.
In the end he settled for a less hostile environment. He didn't invited his old ally to make an attempt on his life, and it would be wise to not turn the situation that way regardless of his intentions. Instead of the eery halls below the clubs and bars, Abyss had picked a secluded room in the upper areas of the Casino.
The small table was illuminated by dim light, just enough to leave half of Abyss' hollow appearance shrouded in shadows. On it rested a deck of Sabacc cards, as well as fancy can and a cup. The Mindeater rarely forgot, so the Red's liking of fine teas had not escaped his mind. He had prepared a special brew, made from a mix of genetically modified herbs originating from the artificial biotopes that had once rested below Malachor's dirty surface. Between the metal teeth of the husk rested a pipe, fittingly shaped to mirror a dragon's head. From it emerged thin smoke, both its foul odor and its strange, otherworldly presence revealing the Korriban incense that was used to produce it.
Maena, The Dead Dragon - Level 477, The Dead Dragon Casino
Death, Life, Undeath. It was all the same to those that had crossed the veil and returned.
Even if they stood on two different sides now, the experience of death, the horrors of chaos, and the violent march back to existence was something that could bind the most opposing of souls.
There had been a short period of time when the Sith Assassins saw success instead of death while Abyss was a part of the council. It had been a time when the shadows stood strong, but also a time when then aspects could gather under one banner, one purpose. Abyss remembered the day when they meet in the safety of the Black Adder on Nar Shaddaa, united not just in war but in jest.
How fleeting such times were. Now the Assassins bowed to the false Dark Lord and his shallow Empire, while the Black had renounced any shred of loyalty he ever had for those that were nothing more then misguided traitors in his eyes. Abyss had avoided to interact with his peers since then, not out of respect, but out of paranoia. Of all the Sith that could challenge him, his master, her master and his own acolyte Brother, were the only ones he considered a danger to himself. Not just due to their power, but due to their insight into the abyss that raged on within him, an advantage only few other could claim.
When he send an invitation to [member="Darth Ferus"], the returned flesh of the Red, he considered his options. At first he felt it would be most appropriate to invite the Sith Lord into his throne room within the Dead Dragon, a symbol of his power, wealth and independence. The trapdoor that could drop the Zabrak into the depths of a pit in which an undead dragon had taken residence was only an afterthought.
In the end he settled for a less hostile environment. He didn't invited his old ally to make an attempt on his life, and it would be wise to not turn the situation that way regardless of his intentions. Instead of the eery halls below the clubs and bars, Abyss had picked a secluded room in the upper areas of the Casino.
The small table was illuminated by dim light, just enough to leave half of Abyss' hollow appearance shrouded in shadows. On it rested a deck of Sabacc cards, as well as fancy can and a cup. The Mindeater rarely forgot, so the Red's liking of fine teas had not escaped his mind. He had prepared a special brew, made from a mix of genetically modified herbs originating from the artificial biotopes that had once rested below Malachor's dirty surface. Between the metal teeth of the husk rested a pipe, fittingly shaped to mirror a dragon's head. From it emerged thin smoke, both its foul odor and its strange, otherworldly presence revealing the Korriban incense that was used to produce it.