Leia's thoughts were heavily occupied as she walked back into her cell. How many of these "Inquisitors" were there serving the Empire? Leia had heard of the Force but very little of it. She knew it had something to do with the Jedi of the old Republic, of whom she also knew very little of unfortunately. She had no idea that there were "dark" Force wielders. As far as she'd known there had only been the Jedi.

They said that Leia was a force user. How could someone know that even if it was true? Leia wasn't denying the fact that it was, but nonetheless how would anyone know? It didn't make much sense to her.

Well whether she was a force user or not, it would likely become apparent sooner or later. If Leia wasn't a force user than what would they do with her? Just keep her prisoner? Return her home? Killing her was most likely.

Leia didn't want to imagine a death delivered by any of the Inquisitors. Her hand went up to massage her neck as she recalled her encounter with Vader all but a few minutes ago. She felt the area still tender where invisible fingers had come close to crushing her windpipe. There likely wouldn't be any permanent damage. Maybe a few bruises but that's all.

Leia sat down on the cold slab of metal, supposedly a cot of some sort, and stared at her hands. She truly wished she had a blanket, even a long sleeved shirt or something. If it were only the cold air Leia wouldn't be bothered. That she could deal with any day. What got to her was the cold emptiness in this void that engulfed her and everything around her.

She wondered if she would ever see her family again. She knew she gave her parents a lot of trouble about almost everything but she deeply loved them and she might never get a chance to tell them that again.

Leia wasn't entirely sure how long she had sat there for, but after awhile the door opened. In walked a different Inquisitor, one she hadn't seen before. She was dressed in the, what seemed to be the standard, black and grey. Her hair was long and light brown colored and her eyes were a steely grey. The woman also seemed to have a constant expression as if she were tasting something bitter.

She looked at Leia with what she supposed was some attempt at a welcoming look. "Now," she began. "I'm sure you're full of questions and depending on the reasonableness of them, they will be answered." the Inquisitor woman said in a gritty voice.

"Okay," Leia said hesitantly. "Why am I here?"

The woman laughed. "I thought that much was clear. You are to be trained as one of us, to fight for the Empire."

Leia, getting a bitter taste in her mouth from this woman herself, added a bit of snark to her tone. "And I thought as much was clear that I was asking for a big picture." She said. "Why are the Inquisitors needed to "fight for the Empire"? There's clearly much more to it than that. Anyone can "fight for the Empire". What makes me different from the billions of people you already have? What do we have to do that requires something as rare as this most likely is-"

"That'll be quite enough." The Inquisitor interrupted. Leia didn't like the look on her face. "We will begin out first lesson," she said getting a sadistic grin on her face. Leia got chills. "Now, this exercise is simple." The Inquisitor said. "It is a test of willpower. You will stay conscious until you are told otherwise, or you will die." she said pleasantly.

"W-what?!" Leia stuttered.

Faster than lightspeed the Inquisitor was behind Leia, delivering a precise kick to her upper back. Leia toppled face first towards the floor. A red, hot blade had been extended and brought down with a gentle swoop across Leia's shoulder blades.

Leia let out a yell of pain but kept her eyes open. She forced her legs to push herself back up to a standing position. The wound was instantly cauterized as delivered, but with the sudden movement she felt the burn tear open until her back felt wet. She was able to stay balanced for all but a second before the red blade came down again across Leia's upper right leg.

The Inquisitor for stars knew how long continued to sadistically torment Leia like a tooka playing with its prey, until finally it stopped, and she was covered in bloody burns and bruises. Leia felt dead. Maybe she was dead. No, she couldn't be. Every inch of her still throbbed.

"That'll be all." Came the Inquisitor's voice.

Almost instantly Leia let go of her strain to stay conscious. The last thing she heard before sinking down into the pool of darkness was orders being given to tend to her wounds.

"Lord Vader, his highness the Emperor wishes for your presence."

"Can't you see I'm busy Admiral?" Darth Vader boomed back.

The clueless admiral murmured his words of acknowledgment and left hastily, leaving Vader alone to his thoughts. What could Sidious want now? Vader thought. He had only just contacted him yesterday. Maybe he had heard that the Princess of Alderaan was being trained as an Inquisitor and wished to discuss it.

Vader stood ridgid as he recalled his first encounter with the Organa girl. He had been shamed by her and she had hardly been punished accordingly. How he wished he could have just snapped her neck right there and then. Her bold defiance was hauntingly familiar. As Vader had force choked her, she had looked almost the exact same as-NO! He refused to think her name. He refused to think that name ever again. It brought memories he had buried long ago threatening to resurface.

Still the princess had impressed him. It took a lot of bravery to look him in the eyes, let alone to threaten his superiority. That bravery would do her well as an Inquisitor. The dark side was in it self extremely powerful and thereby to someone only just starting to tap into it, intimidating. She would likely overcome this fairly quickly and be unafraid to explore what the darkness offered her. On the other hand, it may give her the courage to defy the dark side in the beginning. But in the end? No one escaped the dark side in the end. There hadn't been one Inquisitor to do it yet and she was unlikely to be the first. Not even Anakin Skywalker had escaped the dark side.

Vader immediately turned away from these thoughts. They were dangerous and stupid. He then began to clear his mind and attempt some quick meditation.

Time after time thoughts of the Alderaanian princess bubbled up from the back of his mind and he could not silence them. There was just something about her that he couldn't get a grasp on. There was nothing even remotely remarkable about her, other than her force sensitivity perhaps. Vader had seen a multitude of children just like her however, brought in to be trained to hunt down the remains of the Jedi. So what makes Organa so special?

Leia's eyes burst open and her back went rigid. Over her stood a silver medical droid. It looked to be monitoring her vitals. She sat up on the uncomfortable cot only to be pushed back down by the droids metal arm. Leia managed to maneuver around the rust bucket and shut him off. She was clueless of the time, as the red lighting never seemed to change.

Leia stood up, slightly wobbly at first, but quickly steadied herself. As she did so Leia looked down at herself. She pulled a needle, dispensing presumably bacta, out of her arm, the noticed her outfit. She was now wearing entirely black. The fabric stretched tightly over her entire body, from the top of her neck all the way to her toes and she couldn't see a single bit of her own skin, not even on her hands which were gloved. The outfit was tight but not uncomfortable and seemed to be designed for movement. Her hair had also been tied back into a low braid that reached her lower back.

Leia stretched tentatively. She was still slightly sore but otherwise she felt fine. She wasn't sure if the Inquisitor had simply decided to teach Leia a lesson for her attitude or if she was going just do that anyway. Regardless, Leia thought it best to just keep her mouth shut from now on because both times she had spoken out of term she had almost been killed.

Suddenly the door clanged open and the Inquisitor who had tortured her walked in. Leia felt her eyes narrow and her lip curl as she automatically forgot her previous decision to remain unaggressive.

"Wonderful you're awake earlier than expected." she cooed. "How do you feel?"

Leia's fists clenched but she kept her tone cool. "Fine."

"Good, good." she said mockingly. "I don't believe we ever had a formal introduction princess. I am Third Sister."

"Third Sister?"

"Yes."

"Interesting name." Leia commented. "What am I? Eighth Sister?" she said sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact you will one day be Twelfth Sister."

Leia scowled. "Of course."

"Now," Third Sister began. "Let's talk about our last encounter. The test was one of both mental and physical strength. Choosing to give up and let the pain melt away would have been easy. The test of physical strength is sort of self explanatory." she said. "In time you will learn to use your emotional and physical pain to fuel you, along with your hatred."

"Sounds peachy." Leia said dryly, again forgetting to keep her mouth shut.

Third Sister ignored her and continued on with her lecture, which was quickly turning into a rant. Leia was trying her best not to pay any attention to what she was saying, but she quickly picked up on the deeper meaning of what was going on, and it scared her.

Leia honestly wasn't sure how long Third Sister had been talking for but it must have been awhile. All she knew for sure was that sleep would be hard to grasp tonight.