Eternal Father
The cells beneath the Dark Palace on Bastion were some of the most inhospitable, hopeless locations in the entire galaxy. Devoid of light, they were called the Crypts for the penchant for prisoners to perish under the harsh knife of their captors. Even worse was the rumors that circulated among those that still lived, that the Emperor of the Sith took great pleasure in separating spirit from flesh, and pushing the limits of death itself as he killed and reanimated prisoners thirty times over.
Those that had been speculated to have been subjected to such torment said nothing of their experience, or of anything in general as they huddled in darkened corners, their faces stripped of all life as they stared ahead with lightless eyes.
There was no way to determine the passage of time for the inmates, the walls were featureless and gray and any attempts to coax such information from one of the Dungeoneers resulted in cruel retaliation. You were lucky to escape such a confrontation with only broken bones. The cells themselves were the worst, for they were kept in perpetual darkness as the air grew stagnant and frigid. A single bed jutted out from the wall, but it was nothing more than a slab of cold steel outfitted with an electronic circuit that would shock the inmate into consciousness at random intervals, depriving them of sleep.
It was these conditions that [member="Harper Kade"] found herself in after being handed over to the Dark Lord of the Sith, her inmate serial number inked into her flesh as she was stripped down, violently sanitized, and subjected to a series of invasive measurements, probing, and analysis that catalogued every aspect of her person even down the most minute detail. She was then clothed in a dark orange inmate jumper and escorted to her darkened cell.
There she seemed to languish for what seemed like hours, deprived of sight and sleep. That all came to a crashing end as electroluminescent strips, hidden in the walls, turned on suddenly and without warning, flooding the room with brilliant white light. The ray-shielded door opened to allow a pair of Dungeoneers entrance to the cell, where they roughly manhandled Harper and pinned her up against the wall, cuffing her by her wrists and ankles as she was then shoved out of the cell and into the dimly lit hall. They would guide her, albeit harshly (shoving her to the ground, and hitting her in the stomach with their stun batons when she was too slow to recover), to one of the Crypt's interrogation chambers, which was nothing more than a large thirty foot by thirty foot room with a mechanized gurney at its center, and four drainage grates where the floor inclined down.
She was strapped to the gurney, and then left alone in the room.
Waiting.
Those that had been speculated to have been subjected to such torment said nothing of their experience, or of anything in general as they huddled in darkened corners, their faces stripped of all life as they stared ahead with lightless eyes.
There was no way to determine the passage of time for the inmates, the walls were featureless and gray and any attempts to coax such information from one of the Dungeoneers resulted in cruel retaliation. You were lucky to escape such a confrontation with only broken bones. The cells themselves were the worst, for they were kept in perpetual darkness as the air grew stagnant and frigid. A single bed jutted out from the wall, but it was nothing more than a slab of cold steel outfitted with an electronic circuit that would shock the inmate into consciousness at random intervals, depriving them of sleep.
It was these conditions that [member="Harper Kade"] found herself in after being handed over to the Dark Lord of the Sith, her inmate serial number inked into her flesh as she was stripped down, violently sanitized, and subjected to a series of invasive measurements, probing, and analysis that catalogued every aspect of her person even down the most minute detail. She was then clothed in a dark orange inmate jumper and escorted to her darkened cell.
There she seemed to languish for what seemed like hours, deprived of sight and sleep. That all came to a crashing end as electroluminescent strips, hidden in the walls, turned on suddenly and without warning, flooding the room with brilliant white light. The ray-shielded door opened to allow a pair of Dungeoneers entrance to the cell, where they roughly manhandled Harper and pinned her up against the wall, cuffing her by her wrists and ankles as she was then shoved out of the cell and into the dimly lit hall. They would guide her, albeit harshly (shoving her to the ground, and hitting her in the stomach with their stun batons when she was too slow to recover), to one of the Crypt's interrogation chambers, which was nothing more than a large thirty foot by thirty foot room with a mechanized gurney at its center, and four drainage grates where the floor inclined down.
She was strapped to the gurney, and then left alone in the room.
Waiting.