Star Wars: Descension

Dungeon Level
Estate of Lord Illuminus
Byss

Cameron rarely visited his estate on Byss.  The relative fortress acted more as a base of operations for the rapidly expanding Shadow Legion in preparation for it to become a full-fledged military force designed only to support the every whim and objective of Cameron Centurion.  The Sith Lord had arrived at the estate some three hours ago.  Following a successful operation to the Y'Sad System, the Shadow Hand had every intention of getting something useful out of their guest before he let her go.  Naturally, he expected her to refuse to cooperate, and that was perfectly fine.  The Sith Lord had all sorts of fun activities planned for them.

Silently, he walked down the long stairway that lead into the very depths of the estate.  He had called down to the guards some thirty minutes earlier to have the Queen moved to the interrogation room.  Reaching the room, the Sith Lord entered the ten-digit alphanumeric code and then placed his right thumb to the scanner.  The door unlocked with a hiss and slid open.  In the center of the room was a large electronic dais containing a force field.  The shock collar that had been placed on Leentje's neck was still there, but she had been stripped of her sparse clothing.  Her hands were bound behind her back, and she had been heavily sedated.  Glancing from the large mirrored window to his right to the guards in front of the dais, Cameron nodded his head.  "Leave us."  The guards swiftly departed and sealed the door behind them.

Quietly, Cameron walked over to a control console and sent a brief, intense shock of electricity through the woman's body.  "Time to wake up, Your Majesty.  We need to have a little chat."  Dressed comfortably in a pair of loose fitting black pants and a crimson-accented, black overcoat, the Sith Lord casually walked towards the dais.  With the height at which the Queen was suspended, she was easily eye-to-eye with the tall Sith Lord.  Removing his overcoat, Cameron tossed it onto a nearby chair.  Dangling from a weapons belt at his waist was the cylindrical black hilt of his lightsaber.  On the weapon was the symbol "CC" in a red, serif font.  The very same symbol...that had been branded to Leentje's skin.

So, so weary.  The last thing she remembered was.. pain.  Lips cracked and dry.  Battle..space.  Her head was hurting so much.  Given shorts, T-Shirt, a small girl, oh the Nameless One the pain.  She'd been sedated.  Unsure of how long ago that was, Leentje Fiore, Queen of Y'Sad was slowly coming around.  Her head hung low.  Lift your head, Mahalla. come on.  It was Elias talking to her.  "I'm trying, Mahalla, I.. can. I don't want to.  My head hurts."  His hand came to her chin.  Licking her lips, the attempt to move her fingers to his wings was unsuccessful.  "Elias.."  Head heavy. "I want to weave my fingers through  your wings, Mahalla.  I can't why?"  Open your eyes and see.  He smiled mischievously at her. I have a surprise for you.  You will love me all the more for it.  Her sedated state was playing heavily with her mind. 

She didn't need to be a Sith or Jedi to feel the hatred emanating from the man before her.  Leentje Fiore knew that when it came to the Imperials and the Sith they hated any race other than humans.  He had to have known given all his time to research on the way back to wherever they were going and ended up that Leentje Revata was a native of Corellia.  Born and raised a senator's daughter.  The unfortunate thing was that her sister was Neav Revata, Sith Master. She'd married into the Y'Sadian royalty.  She was not herself, Y'Sadian.  Why did he want her of all people?  A Captain in The Alliance had not much to give.  Though she was in charge of their flagship during the bombardment of Firrerre.  Though the Captain was quite unsure of what Intel was out there and how much the Sith Imperium had access to.  The Nameless One help her if he asked her where The Alliance was stationed at this point.  That was information she had.  "May I please have some water?"  She licked her dry cracked lips. 

Yes, he was right.  Kids could be a weakness for some.  She had seen it herself.  When her own second in command long ago had brought in the enemy.  She'd shot the woman's daughter right in front of everyone.  Shocked the Hell out of both the enemy and her second in command.  Leentje knew he was going to use the Y'Sadian people as her weakness.  She loved her people more than she loved herself.  They were much like her own children in a way.  "Prove useful. And how can I do that?  Oh and since you know my name... What do I call you?  I know you are Sith due to the fact that you've made it severely cold in here without moving to any environment controls, lowered the force field in the same manner."  Yes, she had to have known there would be little mercy on Y'Sad, but what she didn't understand was with it so far out of the way, no alliance to the Sith or to The Alliance, was why he came after her people.  Leentje was glad she was there to give them any chance of survival. 

Diomedes shifted in his seat slightly as he continued to watch the 'show'.  Truth be told, the boy had too little patience to ever be an effective interrogator.  Already he could feel the power of the Force within him beginning to idly spin.  The darkness that clouded nearly every part of his soul whispered to him.  It begged him to intervene...to simply kill the nude woman in the other room.  She was very clearly useless to them, what was the point in keeping her alive?  Rather than simply allow himself to be bored to death, he decided to take this opportunity to make things...complicated for his father.

Allowing himself to dive deeply into the strength of the Force, Diomedes spoke directly into Leentje's mind as if it were Cameron doing the speaking.  ~You may as well succumb to your fate and give yourself to me completely.  Your situation is hopeless.  No one can save you from this place.  Not your friends...your children...nor your weak, pitiful husband.  So weak, in fact, he could not even muster the courage to face my call himself.  Instead he allowed you to become a prisoner of the Imperium and my personal toy.  Tell me...has your warrior society been turning their backs on each other for over a thousand years too?  I think I will do the galaxy a favor and simply go back to finish the job completely.  My leniency was hardly earned.~

Smiling to himself, the young Sith merely leaned back in his seat to watch the aftermath.

Cameron merely smiled at Leentje.  The Sith Lord assumed it was her near hypothermic state that made her...a fool.  "One of his parents is, in fact, a noble.  I did not say Y'Sadian noble blood.  In fact, I clarified that he had as much royal blood as he does Sith.  In case you are unaware, the Sith species are extinct.  There are scarcely any that have Sith blood.  Further more, in his wildly untrained state, he would not be considered a true Sith anyways.  As such, my statement held all the meaning I intended.  However, I will be sure to speak slower with smaller words so you can keep up."  Placing a single finger on the control for the electrical current running through the base of the dais Leentje was suspended over, the Sith Lord activated a low setting.  It would do little other than warm her body ever so slightly.  "Oh and winged idiots...refers to your entire culture.  Female or not...you claim all to be warriors.  I said nothing of the Bishop."  Yes, he had done his research, but Leentje had apparently skipped basic language arts and speech comprehension.

When Leentje delivered her blatant lie, the Sith Lord merely smiled wider before deactivating the force field once again and disabling the electrical current.  Un-clipping the hilt of his lightsaber, the Sith Lord activated the crimson beam with a snap-hiss.  "Let's try that question again, shall we?"  Leentje actually had no idea just how well she would remember him.  The very element of darkness that existed in his body would soon exist inside her own too.  Not a life form bearing any resemblance to either of them...just a soulless creature feeding on all the pain and misery of the galaxy.  A creature that reveled in it...because it was created of it.  Raising the beam of his lightsaber towards Leentje's legs, the Sith Lord waited for her second answer.  If she wanted to keep her 'beautiful' features intact, she would make the smart decision.  "Lying is quite futile."

Lord Illuminus narrowed his eyes at the woman.  For a few brief moments, there was nothing but the soft humming of electronics.  Slowly, a broad grin slipped across the Sith Lord's lips.  "That's all then?  We'll see about that."  Softly, the Sith Lord pressed the crimson beam to the woman's left inner thigh.  He didn't press the blade in deep enough to actually cause any severe lasting damage, but it would certainly burn her leg to an intense degree.  Before the woman could attempt to recoil form the pain...thereby causing herself a great deal of permanent damage, the Sith Lord deactivated the lightsaber and stepped off to the side.  "Now...try answering again.  Or..."  Cameron raised the hilt of his deactivated weapon to Leentje's breasts.  "...I'm going to turn you into the most horribly unattractive female in the galaxy.  Bit...by bit."

Truthfully, Cameron knew that torture was only effective to a certain degree.  Eventually, people would say anything just to avoid pain.  Conversely, Leentje's 'interrogation' had been incredibly mild thus far.  The Shadow Hand, however, did have one more 'event' planned prior to the grand finale.  If she did not talk today...she certainly would inside of the next few months.

Cameron remained motionless for several moments before stepping back in front of Leentje and clipping his lightsaber to his belt.  Her hatred for him washed over him...granting him strength.  For several long moments, the Sith Lord merely closed his eyes and drank it in.  When he opened his eyes once more, they were solid black.  The Sith Lord's voice carried an undertone of an eerie whisper that accompanied the deep baritone of his voice's natural tamber.  "Dearest Leentje...we've only just begun our wonderful time together."  Holding out his right hand, the Shadow Hand used the Force to bring a needle to his hand.  It contained a heavy dose of a powerful tranquilizer.  Within thirty seconds of injection, the woman would be dead to the galaxy for more than twelve hours.

Raising the three inch needle, Cameron flicked the base several times to remove any air bubbles as he smiled at Leentje.  "Don't worry.  You're going to feel...different before long."  Unceremoniously without regard for her comfort, the Sith Lord moved around behind the woman.  Given how cold she'd been, it was easy enough to find a vein.  Harshly, he inserted the needle and injected the sedative into her bloodstream.  Casting the needle aside, the Sith Lord made his way back to the front of the dais and clasped his hands behind his back.

As Leentje started to drift off, the door to the room opened and Diomedes swept in.  "Do I really need to continue watching this?"

Cameron glanced to his son and nodded his head.  "Yes.  We're getting to the good part."

Diomedes rolled his eyes.  "The part where you rape her because she obviously does not like you?"

Cameron laughed warmly as he shook his head and watched Leentje gradually slip into the abyss of peaceful slumber.  "You should know well enough that I have no cause to rape anyone.  No, the part where I utilize the Force to give our dear guest a gift...the gift of life.  Through the Force, many things can be achieved with patience, practice, and ability.  I will create within the woman a child conceived of the Force.  Call it an...experiment.  Naturally the midi-chlorians will be manipulated with all of my strength..strength which draws on the malice in the galaxy and the hatred this woman holds in her heart.  Even you..."  Cameron paused only long enough to glance at his son.  "I'm curious to see if a child predisposed to the power of the dark side...can break from its influence when raised in a more peaceful environment.  Call it an evaluation of nature vs. nurture."

Diomedes arched a curious eyebrow.  "So you're toying with people's lives for pleasure.  Do you even hear what comes out of your mouth."

Cameron turned his gaze to Diomedes slowly, anger radiating through his features.  "Do you, apprentice?"

Diomedes took the hint for what it was worth.  "So you want to see if the power of the light side can overcome that of the dark side?"

"I already know it cannot.  Given two people of similar innate ability and composition, raised in two different environments, I want to see who prevails in a galaxy full of conflict."

"Well this is one...thing...you're intending to create.  Planning to abduct another woman to give birth to the other."

"No.  The other will be of my blood, your blood...merely enhanced by the manipulations of the Force."

Diomedes groaned.  "PLEASE tell me you're not talking about that slave whore I've seen you with on Naboo."

Uncharacteristically and abruptly, Cameron seized Diomedes throat with his bare hand.  The Sith Lord was already clamping down with the full force of his body...enough to crush the boy's neck even without using the Force.

Diomedes flailed and struggled desperately to free himself of his father's grasp, but he was unable.  "I...I'm...sor...ry..."

Just before the boy blacked out, Cameron released Diomedes and watched him crumble to the floor.  "Pathetic.  Your days of addressing me as anything other than your undeniable superior are over, Diomedes.  You can feel sorry for yourself and bitch about what I did to you and your mother all you want.  It happened, grow up and get over it."

Diomedes' eyes flashed with defiance.  "I'll kill you."

Cameron kicked the boy square in the jaw and watched as he reeled backwards several feet.  In the flash of an eye, Cameron was on top of Diomedes and seized the collar of his shirt.  "You want to kill me!?  DO YOU!?"  In an instant, Cameron's anger seemed to melt away as his menacing scowl was replaced by a sincere-looking smile...though his eyes retained their all-black hue.  "Fine...  You shall have your chance...and soon.  I hope you're ready.  When you lose, you pledge your undying loyalty to me on pain of death.  A blood oath.  Deal?"  The smile twisted into an evil, malevolent grin.

Diomedes was silent for several moments before swallowing and forcing his resolve to strengthen.  "Deal."  From that day forward, Diomedes' life would never be the same.

Releasing his hold of Diomedes, Cameron stood back up and motioned for the boy to leave.  "I have work to do."  Once Diomedes had departed, Cameron took a seat on the floor, closed his eyes, and slipped into a deep meditative state.  Focusing all of his emotions and strength through the dark side, the Sith Lord slowly, carefully began to manipulate and draw on the Force...to create life.  His personality and preponderance for violence, combined with what physical attributes the child would inevitably inherit from the woman's egg it utilized.

So it begins...

The Sith Lord worked quietly in his office as a knock came on the open door to his massive study.  "Enter."

As the doctor swept into the room, he bowed politely to Cameron.  "It's been confirmed, Lord Illuminus."

Cameron glanced up from his work and rolled his eyes before returning his attention to the papers before him.  "I know it worked doctor.  I can feel the child's presence.  While not of my blood, it is my creation.  There is scarcely a place in this galaxy that child will be able to hide from me.  Is there some other reason you came?"  Finishing the document he was working on, the Sith Lord set his pen down and leaned back in his chair, gazing curiously at the doctor.

"I...  Well...  She's only just realized."

Cameron was rapidly growing bored of this conversation.  "She won't hurt the child.  Biologically...it is completely her own.  Well, I suppose her genome makes up for a small part of the child's genetic structure.  The vast majority of it is, well, merely the power of the Force crafted into a person."

"I think you should go and ch---"

"She'll be fine, doctor.  Tend to her medical health and ignore whatever mental instability she suffers as a result of her weakness.  I will discuss this no more."

The doctor bowed politely before turning to depart.  There was no use arguing.  He knew full well that Lord Illuminus intended to ignore his 'guest' for...several months.  The doctor actually wondered if it would drive her insane.