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...