The room was dark, lit only by a half dozen candles set in a semi-circle before Darth Vindictus. He sat on a small raised platform, cold metal on bare skin as he kneeled there, head bowed in concentration. He wore nothing save for a pair of cut off pants, ending just above his knees. His scarred, near albino skin gleamed from a oil that had been administered several minutes before, and the flickering candles around him set his skin alight with colors. His eyes were closed, his mind detached from his body and cast into the Living Force, searching for clarity and purpose for what he was about to do.
He could not tell exactly when he knew he was ready, but his mind returned to his body. For the first time in hours, he took a deep breath, blood flowing properly to limbs that had fallen asleep. The feeling of his body awakening helped Vindictus focus his thoughts, concentrating to hold on to the clarity he had discovered. Upon his awakening, servants waiting around the room began to move towards Vindictus. He extended his hands out to his side, and a robe was wrapped around his body, falling in thick layers of black and red cloth down his body. Rising to his feet, a kama was attached to the robe, creating a covering for the Sith Lords legs. These pieces of clothing clung to Vindictus's body due to the oil, and every movement was felt as if moving through a thick cloud. Finally, Vindictus lowered his head, and his helmet was placed upon it by two servants.
The servants backed away once their Lord had been fully clad, and Vindictus took two tentative steps down from the platform. Boots had been left before the platform, and in quick order he pulled them on, finding a pair of black leather gloves resting on top of them. Once these had also been pulled on, every inch of the Sith Lords skin had dissapeared from view. Holding his right hand out before him, Vindictus stared at it, turning it slowly before his eyes to help them focus after hours of disuse. Once he was finally satisfied, he closed his fist, the creaking leather echoing in the dark chamber.
"It is time."
At once, the room Vindictus was in erupted into light, his helmets lenses adjusting to the sudden change in an instant. The chamber that Vindictus was in was relatively small, ten meters by ten meters in every direction with walls, floor and ceiling all a dark grey in color. The candles behind him went out with a whisper, small trails of smoke rising behind the Sith Lord as he stared directly ahead, locking eyes with the other beings in the room. The servants from earlier, wearing the red and black robes befitting their station within the One Sith, stood at each corner of the room, their heads bowed. Vindictus's gaze passed over each of them for a moment before they settled on the three beings laid out before the Sith Lord. One was a Twi'lek male, built broadly across their body and clearly a warrior of some talent. Another was a Chiss woman, small in stature, with light blue skin. The final individual, placed between the other two, was a young human Jedi. All three wore pure white robes, covering them from their necks to their ankles.
They were all awake, with the Twi'lek staring in open fury at the Sith Lord before him. The Chiss watched him with cold, calculating eyes, every action dissected for the slightest hint of advantage. The Jedi watched Vindictus with calm, detached eyes, something that in the moment, Vindictus respected him for. Taking a step towards the large table the three were strapped down on, Vindictus began to circle them. He had completed a full circle of the table before he finally spoke, his voice filtered and deepened by the helmet. "I apologize for what will be done to you this day, but it is for a purpose. I do not enjoy suffering for the simple thrill of it, and if there was another path I would take it."
Reaching out, Vindictus hovered his hand over each of the individuals in turn. "You, Twi'lek, will be the fury and strength of my creation. You, Chiss, will be the cunning and intellect. And you, Jedi, shall be the reason and confidence, the catalyst for the others." Stepping away from the table, Vindictus extended both hands out before him, fingers arched, and he began to channel the Dark Side through him. Closing his eyes, Vindictus formed the image of what he desired in his mind, locking it in place with chains of thought and concentration before opening his eyes once again. With a roar, he shot his hands out, and tendrils of black smoke leapt from his fingers. The smoke surrounded the three individuals on the table before Vindictus, obscuring them entirely from sight.
Then they began to scream.