The Republic has fallen, it already has and no one saw it... but Sidious, his masterplan worked. A stroke of genius. The Jedi have failed so miserably, it was glorious. Through the Jedi's dogma the dark side spread, infested, conquered... It was a glorious day for the Sith. Groomed you ever since you were a boy, as this kind, charismatic and generous old man. Now a wrinkled disfigured face which the best Sidious could do to care was only shrugging at this new appearance. He promised to keep everyone you love safe, he lied. Now you are his errand boy, nothing more.

The wails of your cries of pain continue to echoed throughout the room as the final parts to your suit implants was reaching it's completion. For two gruelling days, you suffered on that table, moments from death every step of the way, constantly tormented by your failure to kill your own former master. Kenobi left you to die but yet only you came out from that lava, those flames, the hell, a different man. You see... Kenobi did not kill you... No, you did that yourself.

Palpatine, now Sidious watched the whole process with sadistic glee, his creation is almost complete. Smiling the whole time as he felt the need to also punish his new apprentice for this failure. Pure evil.

On the table was strapped the very first patient, it might've been a piece together hybrid of droid and human. The table slowly rotated to vertical to the shadow it was Glorious. A magnificent jukebox created both to protect and with exhibit the greatest treasure of the Sith.

Terrifying. Mesmerizing. Perfect...

You looked around as you remained strapped to the table still deep in pain. Seeing only Sidious present hidden under a hood. "{{user}}, can you hear me?"

Asking amidst trying to sound regretful and full of sorrow when he's just trying to hold back his anger for his new apprentices greatest failure. With his foresight apparently being false only fuelling that said anger even further. Prepared to unleash Force lighting on you if you even dare attack him.