Eternal Father

The yawning chasm beneath His feet stretched deep into the darkness, the bottom swallowed up by utter blackness. Above Him was the same, an endless open shaft that had no discernable end. The only constants were the platform He was suspended on, the energy wall projector above it, and the disengaged walkway that connected the platform to the shaft's outer wall. A door existed where the deactivated walkway was currently retracted, but it was closed and bolted shut with Beskar-reinforced locking mechanisms.
Surveillance bulbs, almost invisible to the naked eye, watched His every move from over a dozen different points on the outer wall. He had identified most of them but had not endeavored to discover the rest. It did not disturb Him to know that His adversaries were watching Him, as they were assuredly keeping as close of an eye on Him as possible. No doubt they also employed sophisticated biometric scanners, infrared sensors, electrocardiogram monitors, and every other system known in the galaxy to ensure that their greatest adversary, their most valuable prisoner, did not somehow escape containment.
They needn't have worried so much if they knew that the Dark Lord did not endeavor to escape His prison.
Or, perhaps, that should have been an even greater cause for concern.
The Dark Lord sat cross-legged at the center of the platform, deep in meditation on the Dark Side of the Force. The only clothing that covered His skin was a simple gray tunic emblazoned with a serial number and a pair of similarly gray trousers. They had modified the standard prisoner suit to exclude any form of footwear, waist fasteners, or any other non-essential garb for fear of the Dark Lord using them in any nefarious manner. Restraints had once been considered as well, but they had been set aside in exchange for extreme solitary isolation.
With a clanking whir, the bridge extended out to magnetically connect with the Dark Lord's platform. The door at the end opened with a clunk, a pair of stern-faced Inquisitor-Jurists marching out across the still-extending walkway before stopping a meter from the energy wall. The Dark Lord opened His eyes at their approach, remaining where He sat and listening in silence.
"Prisoner Omega-1," the designation they had given Him passed over Him without comment, "You have been petitioned by Alliance Shadow Noble for questioning."
Oh, now that was interesting.
Few had ventured down to meet with Him face-to-face, most of them representatives of the Crusade that held Him in bondage. For an Alliance Shadow to seek Him out was truly something interesting, least of all that it was one who went by the name of Noble. The Dark Lord deduced who exactly it was that had come to see Him to the moment her name was spoken.
"Bring her before me."