Eternal Father
The conflict had been short.
A multitude of warships had dropped out of hyperspace simultaneously, jamming transmissions and erecting gravity wells to prevent their escape. Ion cannons levied volley after volley, pelting their starship with disabling energy that left them adrift and helpless. Tractor beams ensnared the ship and dragged it into the hangar bay of the largest vessel, clamps reaching down from the walls to moor the ship in place before the ships disappeared into hyperspace just as quickly as they had come.
She would awaken in a small lightless room, the walls and floor constructed out of a hard abrasive material that made it painful and irritating to the touch. Her arms were shackled at the wrist, a thin but inordinately strong cable connected each manacle to the other. Another cable traveled down from the center of the previous cable to connect to similar manacles shackled around her ankles. Her feet were bare, her clothing reduced to the lower layer she had been wearing previously withing going so far as to make her indecent. Anything she had been carrying on her person had been confiscated by whoever held her in detention.
A loud whirring sound accompanied the door to her cell rushing open, painful bright light spilling in before the rough outline of a guard moved to block the majority of it. He pointed a baton at her, the tip lighting up as an electrical shock pulsated through her restraints.
"Get moving, He wants to speak with you."
Whether through her own volition or through being forced by the guard,
Sylvia Virtos
was removed from her cell and escorted down a long slanted hallway. Any attempt to speak to the guard was met by another harsh electrical shock, the man not speaking to her for the entire trip and instead used his baton to lightly prod her in the right direction when necessary. They went up in a lift, ascending many levels of the Star Destroyer before they reached the correct floor.
She was guided to an innocuous doorway, which opened at their approach. The guard practically flung her through the threshold, Sylvia undoubtedly landing on her hands as the door slammed shut behind her with the guard on the other side. When she glanced up, she would be greeted by the sight of an entire wall of artifacts and trophies. Dozens of treasures collected from across the galaxy; pilfered from Jedi Temples, stolen from cultural landmarks, and even the heads of ferocious beasts that had been slain on the hunt.
There was even a section of the wall reserved for the braids of Jedi Padawans.
And there were many braids pinned to it.
"Acolyte Virtos, a pleasure to finally meet you face-to-face." The source of the voice came from behind her, right where the door she entered had once been. In its place was a towering figure of immense physicality, his muscular body swaddled in rich colorful red and gold fabrics. A single lightsaber hung from his waist, larger than average and constructed out of dark cerakote. His face was uncovered, the features of which were intimately familiar to all of those who had spent their youth in the Sith Empire.
The former Emperor.
Darth Carnifex.
He smiled warmly, a facade to anyone who truly knew his nature, and extended a hand to help Sylvia up off the floor. "I apologize for my guard's crude nature, they are lesser creatures who do not know better of their own nature. But they are useful in this regard. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Anything you require, I will provide."