Drugs, Slaves, and Rock'n'Roll

[Nyarl]

Ryloth. A world where the planet was literally black and white, and slave and drug trade was rampant in the underground. Not really a fault of the CIS regime, as Ryloth's major exports would always be women and ryll, in that order. Normally that might bring a little distaste to travelers, but Nyarl found himself more excited than put off from the prospects. That was not to say he shared the more carnal desires of the average criminal, but slaves meant masters, and masters meant abuse, and abuse meant fear. The drug that he found himself hopelessly addicted to, as many twi'leks did to ryll. But unlike Ryll fear did not cloud his vision, it gave him power.

Power. Something given to him by the alchemist Warren Valik, or Victor Stone as his contact would know him. Something this new contact Darth Metus would show him, in his own strengths. But how would he find this man? Wearing a mask and likely a new armor that hid him in the Force he wasn't an easy target to track. With time he decided the best option was to explore the shanties of the town. It gave him a chance to see if the Mandalorian had any underworld connections, perhaps make some of his own, and maybe acquire some sentients. The ability to have fear travel with him would be ideal, and a few broken slaves and a little torture would do that job quite well.

@[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

During an expedition to a backwater world, the Mandalorian known as Isley Verd had made a new contact by the name "Victor Stone". This individual was a powerful alchemist who assisted Isly in the creation of armor that was suitable for his specifications. Throughout the venture, the men touched base on a variety of subjects...and amongst those was the entity known as Nyarl. Apparently, this was a being whose strengths laid in that which the Mandalorian was able to teach, mentalism and fear, and as such Darth Metus leapt at the opportunity to instruct such a being in the ways of the Force. He had set the location of the meeting on the world of Ryloth, a planet striken by the plague of slavery; though practiced in the shadows and away from the eyes of the Confederate regime. It was the Mandalorian's thought that, if the being was truly born and bred for Fear...then he would naturally be drawn to one of the largest sites of it.

As such, the beskar-clad warrior awaited the arrival of his apprentice-to-be in the rear of a seedy cantina. It was here that the slavers displayed their selection of ill-gotten wares; from children to adults. While the practice was repulsive to the Mandalorian, and he made a mental note to send a swarm of Confederates to the cantina following...the stench of fear clotted the air more so than anywhere else in the city. The slaves, kept in cages within the basement, feared for their lives; and their torment and cries were a twisted symphony to the Sith who heard them. Metus was calmly seated at a table for two, watching the display with a glass of Corellian Whiskey in hand. The seat before him was vacant and just waiting for a particular individual to fill it.

@[member="Nyarl"].