You enter the dungeon via turbolift, hundreds of feet below the surface of Antei, down into the deepest depths of the Codei Prison. As you step out of the lift, the first thing you notice is the heat—a sweltering, miserable heat generated by the molten lava that both powers and protects the prison. The walls shine in the flickering light, the moisture dripping slowly downwards to create creeping tendrils of moss on the dark stone.

The second thing you notice are the chains dangling from the ceiling. Massive, twisted strands of black metal ending in a pair of stone manacles, hanging roughly seven feet in the air—high enough to make just standing in them a torture in itself. You know the chains and manacles have been forged with Sith Alchemy. They were constructed to prevent even an Elder from accessing the Force. Those bound by the black chains would be utterly helpless. Escape would be impossible.

The room is rectangular, seemingly carved out of solidified magma, and roughly the size of a small transport. Against each wall stands immaculate, durasteel tables covered with sharp, ugly instruments used for torture and interrogation. You can sense a myriad of deadly machines hidden just out of sight underneath the tables, waiting to administer both drugs and pain. Splashes of blood, having long-dried into the bedrock, remain as evidence of those who had suffered here before. Echoes of their ghastly screams seem to reverberate around the dungeon, sending shivers down your spine.

The doors of the turbolift close with a soft whoosh, cutting off your only escape. You stand in the dungeon of the Codei Prison—the inescapable hell for enemies of the Brotherhood—and you are not alone.

   Hades closed his eyes and inhaled the stench of his surroundings as well as old memories of the last time he was in this prison so many years ago. As he opened himself up to the Force he could feel another presence standing along the far wall.  He could not make out what exactly it was save for it's Force presence, which was just as powerful as his own. The being stood in the dark corner, unmoving. Taking in everything about Hades. They both knew, or at least assumed, that only one could leave this place alive. Well, maybe just sane. No need to shoot for the moon. Hades opened his eyes slightly, having adjusted his sight to his surrounding. He could faintly make out the other being... and they looked familiar. 

He did not let that fact bleed into his presence or his thoughts. He hid that gem away for later. Hades began to saunter over to the nearest table and admire the tools of the trade. The items appealing to both his former Krath self, but also the brutality of his current order of Sith. He began to speak to himself out loud, pondering the uses of one particular item or another. A few of which he placed in a small pile to retrieve after this battle for further study. 

"I can't wait to get you things home." Hades said with a hint of excitement. Sometimes it took a lot to excite Hades, but this time, not so much. It could go either way depending on the day.

The older Sith drank in the annoyance of his opponent. Having almost all together ignored him, yes definitely a him, for far too long. The enemy was getting impatient. They knew in their minds they would win. 

Hades was an older man, and there was not a shred of doubt in Samuel's mind of the outcome. But the man's blasé attitude annoyed Samuel to no end. This was not a trifle matter! Did he not know that? 

Hades could feel the man tense in anticipation of action. Hades slid his left hand, which was not facing the man, onto the hilt of his slugthrower. His right hand occupied a balanced, rusted blade laying on the table in front of him. Apparently, the previous occupants liked to toy with their pray. Which was perfect, because so does Hades. It was time.