Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Smuggler's Run, Skip 1 - Cantina Backroom
The room was only filled by faint blue light reaching from the cantina into the private area that waited behind the bar, chairs and tables for the dirt poor patrons of the rundown establishment. Smuggler's Run was an area of space notorious for many thing, including but not limited to crime, shadowports, bad drink and most importantly the fact that the asteroid field was hazardous enough to give even seasoned smugglers a challenge. On first glance it would seem that Darth Abyss had picked such a place, riddled with bounty hunters, mercenaries and pretty much any other sort of criminal, because his word had influence there in case his contact would try anything.
The truth was no too far off. He had no plans to start any hostilities, but he and [member="Tanomas Graf"] couldn't look back at very good relationship. Troops of the Empire had killed more then a few innocent citizens of the Free Cities during the extraction of an agent after an botched operation, and in return Abyss, with help from the Black Ties, had hit Void station in what only could be described as an act of terror. This whole meeting would've been an easy trap if he picked a place where the full force of the Empire's Navy could simply drop by and incinerate him, and everything else around him.
It was odd in itself that the Prophet desired to meet with anyone part of the Empire for anything else then a murder, but despite his disgust with their ideology he was first and foremost a pragmatist, a trait pretty much all sith shared. His eyes always rested on the Empire, just in case, and so it didn't evaded him that they recently had released a decree that allowed pirates and smugglers to act as their allies. The option to have his smugglers use the Mara Corridor to move his cargo was already a unique, and quite lucrative opportunity, but it was the contract offered to privateers that truly caught his attention.
Abyss, still wearing the same ragged black robe he had found when he became a sith, rested in a chair in the backroom of the cantina, his hollow body shrouded in thick smoke, vibrant with arcane energy, emerging from the pipe stuck between his sharp metal teeth, as well as from his empty eye sockets. He looked quite different to the man the security feeds of the Void Station had caught, but the mask on his face was still the same. On the table nearby a bottle of expensive, rare liquor had been placed, a small offer towards the Graf to underline his non hostile intentions as the Prophet himself was unable to drink even a single drop. None of his guards rested in the cantina itself as he waited for the high ranking official of the Empire, at least not openly. That was how he defined the word "Diplomatic".
The room was only filled by faint blue light reaching from the cantina into the private area that waited behind the bar, chairs and tables for the dirt poor patrons of the rundown establishment. Smuggler's Run was an area of space notorious for many thing, including but not limited to crime, shadowports, bad drink and most importantly the fact that the asteroid field was hazardous enough to give even seasoned smugglers a challenge. On first glance it would seem that Darth Abyss had picked such a place, riddled with bounty hunters, mercenaries and pretty much any other sort of criminal, because his word had influence there in case his contact would try anything.
The truth was no too far off. He had no plans to start any hostilities, but he and [member="Tanomas Graf"] couldn't look back at very good relationship. Troops of the Empire had killed more then a few innocent citizens of the Free Cities during the extraction of an agent after an botched operation, and in return Abyss, with help from the Black Ties, had hit Void station in what only could be described as an act of terror. This whole meeting would've been an easy trap if he picked a place where the full force of the Empire's Navy could simply drop by and incinerate him, and everything else around him.
It was odd in itself that the Prophet desired to meet with anyone part of the Empire for anything else then a murder, but despite his disgust with their ideology he was first and foremost a pragmatist, a trait pretty much all sith shared. His eyes always rested on the Empire, just in case, and so it didn't evaded him that they recently had released a decree that allowed pirates and smugglers to act as their allies. The option to have his smugglers use the Mara Corridor to move his cargo was already a unique, and quite lucrative opportunity, but it was the contract offered to privateers that truly caught his attention.
Abyss, still wearing the same ragged black robe he had found when he became a sith, rested in a chair in the backroom of the cantina, his hollow body shrouded in thick smoke, vibrant with arcane energy, emerging from the pipe stuck between his sharp metal teeth, as well as from his empty eye sockets. He looked quite different to the man the security feeds of the Void Station had caught, but the mask on his face was still the same. On the table nearby a bottle of expensive, rare liquor had been placed, a small offer towards the Graf to underline his non hostile intentions as the Prophet himself was unable to drink even a single drop. None of his guards rested in the cantina itself as he waited for the high ranking official of the Empire, at least not openly. That was how he defined the word "Diplomatic".