Nice To Meet You Mr Blood Bones.

[Drogh]

Drogh had left the pit, a awful place with little to no gain, he wasn't there long but he intended to visit again later. However, he still remained in the underworld, and he knew of an object that would be rather useful for him, for his future plans. He had entered the low levels, not nearly as low as The Pit, but low enough that the crime and poverty took the streets like a plague, which they were most likely many of. The streets were cracked, the houses poor, the buildings old and ruined, fires of broken bins, robots walking the streets, but he was after a certain one, where did it say to meet him? Drogh could not remember, but regardless, Drogh would find him.


[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

Blood Bones had decided to hide after [member="Drogh"] went into The Pit, camouflaging as a random Mugger, hiding in the criminal area. He'd be wandering around, seeing Drogh around as he starts to follow him, trailing a good few feet behind, wanting to talk to him. As he was following him, he realized that he would probably get hit by him in the gut with a blade, but disregarded it since he was already going with what he was doing, still following Drogh, keeping an eye on him.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh could feel praying eyes on him, on lookers everywhere. Eyes are like knifes to Drogh, stabbing him at every direction, yet as soon as he glared back the quick stairs were met with a head down, Drogh was very suspicious, of course he was. This was his home, here Coruscant the former capital of all those empires long gone, far, far from it's former glory. It had business, it had people, it was still clinging on, although what ever glory it had was nothing more then history, the underworld wasn't much better. The Underworld had gotten worse, the smell in the air was toxic, sickening and awful. The buildings were all smashed together, crumbling and broken, a lot weren't even lived in any more, just empty apartments and dead houses with nothing more then horror stories that inhabited them. The ground was harsh, as it always was, broken bits of scrap metal and traces of liquids unknown were always sprayed against the floor. Burning barrels liter the streets, street vendors chanting in their many different langues, selling what was most likely mutated creatures that were found in the darkest parts of the city. It was a cold hell, a hell of synthetic lights, where you are doomed to never see the sun, nor get a drop of rain. Where the only lights you'll ever see are those of light up the city, that by every day get's a little bit closer to becoming entirely black. Least it wasn't the Pit.


Drogh looked behind him, he could sense eyes from a miles away, a quick spin, he saw nothing but what seemed like a mugger, so Drogh turned around walking in the tight streets of the underworld.

[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

Blood Bones always did wonder if Coruscant would be the great Planet it once was one more time in History, or if it'd always be this hollow shell of a glorious planet. He saw [member="Drogh"] look back at him, and even turned down a few tight streets, most likely to avoid and lose Blood Bones, but He'd persist. He'd keep to him, making sure he was in his eye sight at all times, even picking up the pace and getting closer and closer to Drogh, now being a good arms reach away from him as they turned down an empty, dark, and rather hidden Alleyway.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh span around, he heard a clanking sound that could only come from a droid. Some what startled he drew out his DL-18 pointing it directly at the machine. Drogh was clenched his fists, squeezing the hand of the gun firmly, Drogh didn't trust what ever it was? A assassin droid? Unlikely Drogh thought, he wasn't really known save for a few people. Drogh slowly walked up, a few steps, his eyes narrowing down the cloaked figure, the metallic figure. Drogh spoke out again in a harsh whisper, hard to hear but just clear enouth, like a snake swearing. "Who are you?"

[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

He'd put his hands in the air, then dropping his disguise, rising up over [member="Drogh"], as he looks down at him.

"Sir, It's me...Mr Blood Bones. I was observing your actions and following your path to speak with you."

He remained where he was, putting his hands down after he informed Drogh of who he was, hoping that the piece of information Blood Bones gave him would have him lower his weapon.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh was silent, still for just moment, before walking closly, whispering words in a harsh tone, darkening his voice to the surroundings, a few glances by were enough to make Drogh feel unsafe, he said. "Hide." Drogh said before dashing into the nearest dark alleyway, a rash choice for whom knew what lurked but Drogh was not keen on in being in the light either.

[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

He'd watch [member="Drogh"] run, vastly confused as to why he decided to. He decided to follow him, easily catching up to him due to his agility and long legs.

"Sir? Where are we running to? And more specifically, Why are we running?"

He'd say once he was next to Drogh, the two of them running through the alleys of the Underworld, with no real reason whatsoever.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh didn't like eyes glaring at him, retreating to the darkness was very natural, the only place he felt some what safe. Drogh halted, the darkness all around them, covering them like a blanket. There were gleams of light coming off from the machine Mr Blood Bones eyes, with his almost menacing looking red eyes being the only beacon of light aside from the distance street lights in the darkness of the alleyways. Drogh didn't trust anyone, assassins, spies or just the all-round thugs. Drogh looked at the machine, before speaking in cold quiet words. "I need you Mr. Blood Bones, your help is most required, I have various personal missions and you will be with me to achieve them.", Drogh paused for a moment, taking his mask off, showing a pale hairless face with pale eyes, despite the dark side living within him, his eyes were a pale grey, dullness almost as if he was blind. His lips were dry, his face sickly and nothing noteworthy, just a man, a sickly man. "Remember this face." Drogh said softly as he put his mask back on his face.


[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

"Face Scanned and Identified. You are now in my data banks as my owner. What shall we do first Master?"

Blood Bones took a rather quick advantage to the face reveal, using that time to get facial recognition, and imputing his file as his new master. [member="Drogh"] would most likely not be pleased about this.

 

[Drogh]

Master? A smile appeared on Drogh's face. It was some what unexpected but not unwelcome entirely, Drogh had never really been part of a pecking order, and certainly not on top of one but it was a nice change, yet again most Droids have very little self will and controlling is as easy opening and closing door, yet again Drogh felt sense of power, the likes of which he hadn't ever felt. "Do exactly as I say, we will be leaving soon, follow me."

[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

"Very Well, Master [member="Drogh"], ​But I will warn you that I have a sense of Sentience, so do not be surprised if I hold a sense of Ideals and Beliefs."

He followed his new master where ever he went, disguising himself as a Copper 3PO unit, so then people wouldn't question the Master Bit.

"Are he headed for the Spaceport, Master? I'd be happy to leave Corusant behind as soon as possible."

 

[Drogh]

"Yes we are." Drogh span around and walked away from the alleyway, turning his head towards the droid before letting off in a sprint "Run."
[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]

 

[Mr. Blood Bones]

He'd groan, having to drop the camouflage to run after [member="Drogh"], giving several people a sight to see as a 8 foot tall skeleton ran through Allies to catch up with his new Master as they headed towards the Spaceport.