Darth Andor
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 27, 2015 10:03:47 GMT -8
Located in the bowels of the academy and hidden among a maze of corridors to dissuade attempts of escape, the Dungeons were lined with reinforce durasteel cages, energized containment cells and separate rooms for interrogation and scientific experimentation. The Dark Side of the Force was strong here, casting feelings of pain and agony into the minds of anyone who dwelled within. It hung in the air like a thick fog, and often drove long-term prisoners into insanity.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 8:54:27 GMT -8
The smell of singed flesh hung heavy in the cool, damp air. The flames of the torches that lined the dark chamber danced there chaotic dance, flickering to and fro. A newly deceased body lay in a heap on the cold stone, notably missing its head. A pale figure stood broodingly, cloaked in a tattered black robe, hair an ominous black. Beneath the hood drawn lazily over the figure's head, shown only the two vivid red-orange irises in a piercing glare to the heap of flesh and bone at its feet. The deathly figure had an arm extended slightly, the crimson glow of a red blade extinguishing with his as the blade retreated upon its deactivation. "Pathetic." The voice was dark, deep and ominous - as though from some kind of demon or dark perversion of the force. Indeed, the voice did come from a being corrupted so deeply by the Dark Side of the Force, that an unsettling aura of death seemed to pulse forth from the man. The air chilled. Hope suffocated and smothered out of existence.
This figure that lay lifeless and decrepit, had lasted a few weeks, malnourished from lack of food, water and the constant and seemingly endless sessions of torture - both by ways of the Force and by way of physicality.
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