Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Three days earlier
Somewhere deep below the surface of Nar Shaddaa, Secret bunker.
Lord Abyss had felt the promise of revolution on the horizon for quite some time now. Power was shifting once more and someone with his ambitions had to gather all allies he could around him for the age was about to come. There were rumors of a new dark lord of the sith that was on the rise, how much truth was in the he did not know, but the simple fact that some sith believed or even hoped that it was the truth was a clear indication that the galaxy was about to change once more. Not only the sith were part of this change. When one group began to rise another had to fall, that was the way the universe worked most of the time. From a new and surprising ally he already who it would be that would fall apart to make room for the next, the silver jedi. Connor Harrison, formally a respected member of the order had fallen from the light, and had begun to slowly stumble on the path of the sith. Abyss had no alliance to to either the sith nor to the dark jedi, but he considered both allies. He had no desire to lead a real war, he was to smart for that. Rather he and those who stood with him would use the chaos that would unfold to their advantage, using manipulation and deception to rise to power.
But right now they were only few, and some still had doubts if they could really succeed. And Abyss agreed with the to a degree, they really lacked the numbers to truly be effective. They didn't needed an army or a fleet, but those skilled in working in the shadows. Individuals like Darth Lykos, his acolyte brother, a assassin and stealth expert like Abyss himself. But only one being could truly claim to be the lord, or rather the queen, or the shadows. The woman that trained Abyss, Lykos and many more, the pale assassin, the apex of deception, Darth Ophidia. His old master was gone, and it was impossible or at least nearly impossible to find her if she didn't wanted to be found.
The holographic galaxy map in front of him slowly rotated around itself, as Abyss observed the marks and connections he had drawn in it these past few days. A network of small clues, but as it was Ophidias nature, it didn't revealed much to him about her current location. Rattatak her homeworld, her palace on Mindabaal, the secret sith temple on an in unnamed moon somewhere outside of the known galaxy, the ruins on tython, and many more larger and smaller places had been visited by her, but it was impossible to connect them to one point.
There had to be something he overlooked, a clue on those allied to the pale assassin could know, something that would be untraceable to anyone but those somewhat close to her. Suddenly a seemingly random memory jumped in his mind. He and his master drinking a cup of tea during his mentalism training. A cup of very exclusive tea. There it was.
Now.
Sakura, some rundown bar
White Sakuran tea. A highly exclusive blend of tea, reserved for only the wealthiest rulers in the galaxy. Or rather reserved for only the wealthiest rulers, and Darth Ophidia. She had a high opinion of the drink, that as Abyss could say from the one cup he had was fairly delicious, and also a way to get some whenever she wanted.
Somewhere up or down the supply line someone was getting greedy as it seemed, selling some on the side. Through his underworld contacts it had been fairly easy to contact and locate the man, but it was questionable if he was the same that sold to his master. A glass of corellian whisky on the table in front of him he sat in a secluded area of the bar, waiting for the seller to appear. Even if he wasn't the one who had sold the tea to Ophidia, chances were high that he at least knew who was or had been also selling it. The good thing about the dirty hotspots of crime was the ability to hide in plain sight, as most criminals couldn't care less for the masked sith in the corner of the establishment, as long he didn't do anything drastic.
[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
Somewhere deep below the surface of Nar Shaddaa, Secret bunker.
Lord Abyss had felt the promise of revolution on the horizon for quite some time now. Power was shifting once more and someone with his ambitions had to gather all allies he could around him for the age was about to come. There were rumors of a new dark lord of the sith that was on the rise, how much truth was in the he did not know, but the simple fact that some sith believed or even hoped that it was the truth was a clear indication that the galaxy was about to change once more. Not only the sith were part of this change. When one group began to rise another had to fall, that was the way the universe worked most of the time. From a new and surprising ally he already who it would be that would fall apart to make room for the next, the silver jedi. Connor Harrison, formally a respected member of the order had fallen from the light, and had begun to slowly stumble on the path of the sith. Abyss had no alliance to to either the sith nor to the dark jedi, but he considered both allies. He had no desire to lead a real war, he was to smart for that. Rather he and those who stood with him would use the chaos that would unfold to their advantage, using manipulation and deception to rise to power.
But right now they were only few, and some still had doubts if they could really succeed. And Abyss agreed with the to a degree, they really lacked the numbers to truly be effective. They didn't needed an army or a fleet, but those skilled in working in the shadows. Individuals like Darth Lykos, his acolyte brother, a assassin and stealth expert like Abyss himself. But only one being could truly claim to be the lord, or rather the queen, or the shadows. The woman that trained Abyss, Lykos and many more, the pale assassin, the apex of deception, Darth Ophidia. His old master was gone, and it was impossible or at least nearly impossible to find her if she didn't wanted to be found.
The holographic galaxy map in front of him slowly rotated around itself, as Abyss observed the marks and connections he had drawn in it these past few days. A network of small clues, but as it was Ophidias nature, it didn't revealed much to him about her current location. Rattatak her homeworld, her palace on Mindabaal, the secret sith temple on an in unnamed moon somewhere outside of the known galaxy, the ruins on tython, and many more larger and smaller places had been visited by her, but it was impossible to connect them to one point.
There had to be something he overlooked, a clue on those allied to the pale assassin could know, something that would be untraceable to anyone but those somewhat close to her. Suddenly a seemingly random memory jumped in his mind. He and his master drinking a cup of tea during his mentalism training. A cup of very exclusive tea. There it was.
Now.
Sakura, some rundown bar
White Sakuran tea. A highly exclusive blend of tea, reserved for only the wealthiest rulers in the galaxy. Or rather reserved for only the wealthiest rulers, and Darth Ophidia. She had a high opinion of the drink, that as Abyss could say from the one cup he had was fairly delicious, and also a way to get some whenever she wanted.
Somewhere up or down the supply line someone was getting greedy as it seemed, selling some on the side. Through his underworld contacts it had been fairly easy to contact and locate the man, but it was questionable if he was the same that sold to his master. A glass of corellian whisky on the table in front of him he sat in a secluded area of the bar, waiting for the seller to appear. Even if he wasn't the one who had sold the tea to Ophidia, chances were high that he at least knew who was or had been also selling it. The good thing about the dirty hotspots of crime was the ability to hide in plain sight, as most criminals couldn't care less for the masked sith in the corner of the establishment, as long he didn't do anything drastic.
[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]