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Necropolis
She had been heavily sedated, but was still alive as she was transported to the desolate junk world of Necropolis. It was never clear as to why the Dark Lord had chosen to attack Onderon, the dark woman who stood as victor could only guess it was a supposed quick grab of territory. It was a gamble that could have been seen with beatable odds, but perhaps what no one could predict was how the fight unfolded. Darth Tiamat would consider herself a merciful sith, she would often ensure death came quickly, but in this instance, she did not feel it was deserving. For what reasons Tiamat concluded, she decided this was for punishment, to be made an example and a warning to those who defied her Lord, he may have not be physically present, but his children and creators were not going be pushed into servitude of another.
Tempest was missing her lower half, her legs severed from her hips, but currently patched up just enough so infection wouldn't quickly settle in or bleeding complications wouldn't quickly grant her a quick death. Tiamat was certain The Locust and his minions feasted on the body parts in addition to her eyes. It would be a horrid realization to the woman when she woke finding she could no longer physically see, however, maybe her eyes were her faulting and learning to see differently would help her avoid another mishap in the future.
Despite these physical and torturous setbacks, when the Dark Lady awoke or if her Sith followers found her, there was weakness within the woman and not just the failing to take Onderon, but literal weakness - no longer holding the power of a Dark Lord. Through a fascinating and dark ritual, Tiamat decided Lady Tempest could assist them in returning their dark Lord to their realm. Perhaps it would even earn some graciousness from Lord Raze instead of is ire for trying to take Onderon. Tiamat doubted it, but it was wishful thinking for Tempest as her Force Essence had been drained into an artifact that would later be used in ritual fashion. She didn't drain all of her power, and with courtesy, left her with enough power of someone who would be considered a Sith Master in the Order. No doubt still powerful in rite, but while she still held a title of dark lord, Tiamat was certainly curious to see power hungry Sith pounce on this opportunity, maybe even keep them from thinking about attacking one of holds of Raze.
By the time the sedation would wear off, Tiamat and the others would be far gone, no longer interested in their prisoner, she was a free woman, depending on one's certain point of view. And so on this barren world of trash and junk laid the Dark Lady of the Sith (@Altaris), a throne of jagged durasteel and fringed wires as she would come to wake in this unfamiliar setting.
OoC: This is open to individuals interested in rescuing Tempest, if something becomes nonsensical in an attempt to derail then prepare to have a ship landed on you and be ejected from the thread.