Trapdoor

[Darth Abyss]

Kwenn Space Station, Second Level - Storage Area

Since Abyss had arrived at Kwenn Station, on the ship of [member="Lady Kay"] to avoid any unnecessary question that the Eldritch would've created, he had been caught up with setting up a trap for someone that wasn't really the type to blindly walk into said trap. Sure [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] still thought she would meet him to talk about stealing precious relics, but the force was the death of most well placed traps. The power precognition allowed the gifted to feel danger before it was actually there, no matter if expected or unexpected.

The only way to avoid that was to set up a trap with so many layers stacked on top of each other that there simply was no possible way out. So that was what he had done. With a bit of money he had cleared out a large storage area for the following days, and had made sure to perfectly mirror a makeshift command center as he used whenever he acted outside of his own realm. Men of the Chorus, just handful, were walking through the complex, setting up screens and workbenches that served no other purpose then to make the whole thing look perfectly real.

In the middle of the room where the meeting would happen stood a table with a holographic map on top of it, showing a very detailed plan of complex that didn't actually existed. The idea was to actually have a meeting, work out a way to steal the imaginary artifacts. Part of that way was waiting, based on made up Intel that explained that the owner of the artifacts would be off planet in a few days. Then he would offer a little gift for her faithful service to the songstress, a fine bottle of wine originating form a very creative biologist on Malachor. The taste did well to mask the mix of poisons in it, the same Abyss used on his blades. One deadly, one neurotoxic to numb the mind, and one to inhibit the victim from using the force. Hopefully Ariealle's instincts would try to purge the two deadly ones, ignoring the force inhibiter long enough for it to unfold its effect.

In case nothing of that would work Abyss men had bought a twenty industrial work droids, which had quickly been patched together with heavy weaponry, waiting just a few doors apart. They weren't the best warriors money could buy, but due to being droids the woman would have a hard time sensing them approaching.

Some people would call it excessive, but while her power had faded the songstress still possessed the mind of a sith lord.

All he had to do now was wait.

 

[Ariealla Vareldi]

If only the Songstress knew.

Truly it was a plan that would make her sing in delight if she knew. Masterfully crafted, no expense spared, layers upon layers of redundancy and insurance of the plan's success by using things she couldn't easily detect. Oh it would be so delightful for her, she would've wanted to kiss the eldritch abomination of [member="Darth Abyss"] if she knew, and thought he'd at all be flattered.

Instead she was completely unaware of the plan made with [member="Lady Kay"], and willfully marched towards her own capture. Her purple regalia and cape flowed rather smoothly with each step of the shorter woman, Obbligatto resting on her left hip, and her staff on her right, as she moved through the metal halls of Kwenn station, careful not to jostle her shoulder bag with the bottle of pills, and her favored drink. The entire process of making her way to where Abyss had instructed was taking an exorbitantly long time, as she made every effort to slowly burrow into the minds of organics she passed by. True, those of the chorus she would find rather difficult to pierce, but rumours could spread among the riff raff, and she attempted to use her abilities to deduce the honesty of Abyss.

She certainly trusted him about as much as any Sith Lord. Fortunately for the both of them, this did shine light on some news, yet kept Abyss's true motivations shrouded in mystery. He hadn't been here long, there were a rather strange influx of individuals and construction in the area she was directed to, enough to indicate that Abyss was being truthful of his intent to preform some sort of field briefing, yet she remained on guard as she finally began her last approach. She couldn't ever be certain, after all.

Stepping into the area, she looked vastly different from last they had met. In the time she had spent absent, she had forgone simpler clothes for her full regalia after all, and the cape itself was very new. From one look you could certainly see the Sith, or the Lady, in her... but hardly the eons of assassin experience. Then again, how better to hide her profession... She gave a soft melodic laugh and opened her arms wide, in something of a grandiose gesture. "Ahh, the Chorus does not disappoint. Ever the delightful refrain to see such loyal workers, especially as we bridge to the next verse of our time together."

Despite how friendly her words were, her presence was pressing against everyone present. Unintentionally she would say, and to a degree she was right. Her time alive accumulated significant presence in the dark side, which even an uninitiated would be able to feel, manifesting not unlike an aura of unease. To the Chorus, she doubted they cared, but it made it effective for reading the surface thoughts of the Chorus without their being aware. Though Abyss's mind would ever be beyond her reach, so long as her body could not handle her full might.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Going into Kwenn Station itself was a bad idea. More than likely it would give the trap away. So Kay decided to stay on board the Free Lady instead. She kept her Force Signature down in size to that of a small tree nut and was very thankful that her ship wasn't of a kind that would stand out with a big flashy sign indicating that it was a diplonatic vessel for a Head of State.

Kay's pilot Terrac wanted to remain in the cockpit, but she instead sent the man to her quarters. A game of holo-chess would occupy both their minds and it more or less made the ship appear to be empty, leading others to believe that it's occupants were somewhere on the station.

Even while she played the game however, her mind would ocassionally drift to [member="Darth Abyss"] and his trap for [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] , as much as she didn't want it to. She figured that she'd be contacted the moment that anything happened. Kay's ship was the ride by with he'd get to the Eldritch anyways.