Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Unknown, ???
It was a rare occasion that Abyss ended up somewhere so far of the map that even he lacked any knowledge about the place. He had been following a trail for days now, hopping from one uncategorized world to another, with almost half a dozen already behind him. Yet on each of them he had been greeted by the same scenery, a abandoned campsite and another handful of clues to continue his search. Honestly the where wasn't nearly as interesting as the why. Said simply he was following a bounty, but those that knew the Prophet were well aware that he had very little in common with a bounty hunter.
So why had he set out to hunt this man down anyway? The man had been an agent of his intergalactic network of hidden eyes for years, but a few weeks ago he vanished. That alone wasn't to special, people in such a line of work lived a dangerous life, not to speak about the psychological stress of passing on sensitive information under the nose of someone that would happily kill him for such an action.
The real news wasn't the disappearance, but the bounty that followed. Several million credits placed by an anonymous source for his man, dead or alive. That had caused him to act, had given him the intention to find him before someone else would. Whatever his agent had discovered was obviously worth quite a lot, and he needed to know why.
On the surface this world wasn't much different to those he had visited before. Empty or abandoned, with nothing of true worth left for those that visited it. Yet there was something that stood out. Other than those before the world was neither a desert nor a lush jungle, but instead a barren wasteland. What little traces of civilization could be found weren't buried under tons of sand or overgrown by wild plants. Instead they still stood, empty and derelict but still telling the stories of this world.
The hollow metal husk entered into the half faded church, passing by the collapsed clocktower towards an altar at the end of the room. Dim green light fell through the broken glasses that framed his path, a odd mirror of his home on Malachor.
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
It was a rare occasion that Abyss ended up somewhere so far of the map that even he lacked any knowledge about the place. He had been following a trail for days now, hopping from one uncategorized world to another, with almost half a dozen already behind him. Yet on each of them he had been greeted by the same scenery, a abandoned campsite and another handful of clues to continue his search. Honestly the where wasn't nearly as interesting as the why. Said simply he was following a bounty, but those that knew the Prophet were well aware that he had very little in common with a bounty hunter.
So why had he set out to hunt this man down anyway? The man had been an agent of his intergalactic network of hidden eyes for years, but a few weeks ago he vanished. That alone wasn't to special, people in such a line of work lived a dangerous life, not to speak about the psychological stress of passing on sensitive information under the nose of someone that would happily kill him for such an action.
The real news wasn't the disappearance, but the bounty that followed. Several million credits placed by an anonymous source for his man, dead or alive. That had caused him to act, had given him the intention to find him before someone else would. Whatever his agent had discovered was obviously worth quite a lot, and he needed to know why.
On the surface this world wasn't much different to those he had visited before. Empty or abandoned, with nothing of true worth left for those that visited it. Yet there was something that stood out. Other than those before the world was neither a desert nor a lush jungle, but instead a barren wasteland. What little traces of civilization could be found weren't buried under tons of sand or overgrown by wild plants. Instead they still stood, empty and derelict but still telling the stories of this world.
The hollow metal husk entered into the half faded church, passing by the collapsed clocktower towards an altar at the end of the room. Dim green light fell through the broken glasses that framed his path, a odd mirror of his home on Malachor.
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
