Three Sith awaken to the morning chill as the angry red sun crests the horizon. Each is barely clothed, their skin exposed to the elements, cold and sore from a darkness beyond physical sensation.
Pain...
Every little movement is a new agony, as flesh and bone bend and twist in ways never intended by conventional anatomy. The morning sky fills with the howls and screams of anguish.
Fear...
Memory slowly returns, horrible memories of the techno-entity of Ruaan Station, Sato Malar. Like a dark surgical god he descended upon each of the surviving Sith in turn, infusing their souls with the darkness of the Force even as mechanical arms that seemingly extended from everywhere warped their flesh.
Hatred...
Three Sith awaken on the surface of a dead world. The grey landscape slowly gives way to a baleful red as the warped morning star climbs higher in the sky. Two women and a man force themselves to their feet, shielding their eyes from the baleful light.
One, a woman, allows her serpentine limbs to stretch and bend, feeling the fluidity work its way through, breaking the agonizing stiffness that had consumed her previously.
The other woman, immediately recognizable as kin to the other, cracks the boney plates and spurs that now cover the majority of her epidermis as she stands. Looking towards she who was once her twin, she nods as the two of them turn toward their third.
The man, whose back is turned to the dull sun, shields alien green eyes more vigorously than the others, taking significantly longer to adjust to the light than the others. Once he has fully recovered, he turns to face the others.
Of the others who accompanied these three to Ruaan Station, nothing is known. Perhaps they were weak, and died under the care of the Master Artificer. Perhaps their mutations were even more extreme than those evident, and were left on the station for further study. Perhaps they were simply left in a different location on this (or another) planet's surface. It matters little, however; contemplation will have to wait.
What does become immediately obvious is that the morning's rebirth has not gone unnoticed. In the distance, a monstrous howl can be heard, which is soon answered by two others of its ilk. The Sith's fight for survival begins now...