H8 DR01B perched on the wall near where Damiana was engaging in her inscrutable activities.  The droid was quite comfortable, its torso bolted to the wall, while its head dangled from the ceiling, connected by a few cables.  H8's eyes glowed a deep red, providing a distinct aura to the chamber as he worked with his "patient," an unfortunate guard who had blundered into a secure area of his factory.  The traps sliced his head off, but it wasn't enough for H8.  He had recently made the acquisition of an HK series assassin droid head, and meant to use it.<br/><br/>A network of thick cables connected the droid to a pair of ASPs, their hands replaced with implements better suited to a slaughterhouse than a medical lab.  The patent's heart hadn't stopped beating since he was born, and H8 intended to keep it beating until he died.  The body itself formed a crude neural net, and it had taken him little more than an hour to reconnect the spinal column to the poor creature's brain, now encased in nutrient fluids.<br/><br/>With great care, H8 filled his victims with lattices of a curious material infused with the dark side, a material which fed on pain and suffering.  Working delicately, he infused nearly the entire nervous system of his future minion with shadowsteel, ensuring that the improvised droid would grow stronger and stronger as the brain within suffered.  From there, he began the truly ambitious part of his work.  H8 connected power to the HK head, and delicately spliced its output connectors with the voluntary nervous system of his experiment.  "Outraged Exclamation: Why am I covered in meat Master!"  The HK unit howled, straining against its restraints.  The shadowsteel within it began to grow stronger instantly, causing the new minion to strain itself against the table it was strapped to.<br/><br/>Gently running her hands along the new HK Meatbag's body, H8 picked up the brain in a jar, and sealed it inside a durasteel safe.  H8's head slid along a railing, into the chamber where Damiana sat, and it gave its report.  "The creation of the first minion is complete.  The other two will be forthcoming to assist you.  Within three hours, I'll have the nutrient drip functional to keep them going."  He reported, the cable from his head hanging low against the ground.  Unsteadily, the nude meat puppet got to its feet, and began to search for something to kill for its masters.   It began to moan.   "Existental query: Why Master?  Why?"