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A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Last time Jan was going to be "interrogated" ready to see the "interrogation methods" of the Imperials

A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: So, Kyle knows the truth about his father's death, and Jan is up for a torture session. Hmmm, what does Vader have up his sleeve foe her?

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Limelight: Wow, I am so glad you like this story. I'll work on that fic as soon as I can, and I can't wait to read more of The Not So Quite Love Lettters.

stupid- gizka: Yeah, I tried to make this fic a little more humorous than my others. Look like its succeeding.

sasa: Glad you like this.

Darkness1: I have no idea how I came up with those remarks, i just made them up on the spot. trust me I was rolling on the florr when I was typing that chapter. There aren't that many funny comments in this chap, but trust me more lay in wait.

Chapter 3: The Game of Pain

Still dressed in his casual Imperial uniform, Kyle quickened his pace to catch up with Captain Adol. A sense of dread was causing beads of sweat to form on his brow. Although he knew the tactics involved in an interrogation, but he had never witnessed one himself. He feared what he would see, but it was impossible to back out now. Either they would believe him a coward, or worse, attached to the prisoner.

Lord Vader waited casually outside Jan's cell. Adol walked up to the Dark Lord, while Kyle froze. Although he tended to dislike the girl's sarcasm, he never wanted her to be harmed. With Vader watching the questioning, it was sure to be ten times worse than what Kyle wanted.

"Captain Adol," Vader greeted the officer.

"Lord Vader," Adol said, "This is Commander Katarn, a promising trooper. It was him who captured the prisoners."

"Very good, Commander," Vader complimented, "I see you rising in the ranks soon enough."

"Thank you my lord," Kyle replied. Although Vader seemed pleased with him, it did nothing to extinguish his fear.

"Katarn here, wanted to witness the prisoner Ors' interrogation," Adol explained.

"Ah, an interesting desire, but of no matter," Vader commented. The Dark Lord opened the cell door, revealing the woman inside.

Jan had been sitting on her hard bed when the door hissed open. The light of the hallway was blocked by the dark figure entering her tiny chamber. She sat up straighter, and flickered a smile on her face.

"Vader, you miss me already?"

Vader chose to ignore the comment, "I hope you have found your accommodations suitable."

"Well, it's sort of cramped and a little…" Jan swept her gaze around the cell, "black. Maybe with a little color…" she mused, pretending to think hard, "other than that, they're fine."

The sugary smile she flashed seemed to annoy Vader greatly. He stepped aside letting two other men enter the cell. She didn't recognize the first man, but Kyle came from behind him. Jan frowned when she saw him. What was he doing here?

"When we are through with you, you will know when to hold your tongue," Vader warned.

"Through with what?" Jan asked, "This welcoming party?"

Seething from behind his helmet, Vader turned sideways revealing the pain droid floating towards her; guards flanking behind it. Jan's eyes grew wide at the sight.

Grinning at her fear, Vader asked, "Are you ready to tell us the secret location of the Rebel Base?"

Jan glared into his covered eyes, "I've told you, I don't know where it is."

"Then I'm afraid you must endure this."

Vader signaled for the guards to press forwards. The droid drifted towards Jan. The humming growing louder and louder with each inch as it came closer. The needle stuck out of the arm attached to the droid. Jan tried to back away, but she only met the wall behind her. Two of the guards stepped forward and grabbed her arms, turning her around. Jan struggled to break free from their grip, as they lifted the back of her shirt.

Jan winced as the droid injected the chemicals into her spine. Silently, Kyle cringed with her.

The two guards released her and she fell back onto the bench.

"Tell us where the hidden base is," Vader commanded.

"It's…it's," Jan struggled to keep it in. She couldn't tell them. Countless lives rested on her shoulders, if she betrayed them they would be wiped out of existence entirely.

"Where is it?" Vader asked sternly.

"I…I don't know."

"Ah, I doubt that."

Jan gritted her teeth, "Believe what you want, but I won't say a word."

"What has the Princess done with the plans?" Vader asked.

"They…they…they're no plans."

"You and I both know that is false, now answer me or face even more pain."

"You're the one who should fear pain," Jan yelled, "Each day you must see the pain of others, how do you live with it?"

"Silence woman!" Vader chastised angrily, "You are in no position to question me. Where is the Rebel Base?!"

Kyle could see the growing rage within the Dark Lord. The girl had no idea how close she was to tripping the spring holding back his fury.

"I'm not telling you anything you Sith scum!" Jan shouted back, "You are nothing but a tyrant with no heart. You aren't even a man, just a malfunctioning machine that is nothing more than a piece of scrap metal!"

Angry bolts of energy shot from Vader's hand and coursed through her body. Jan cried out with pain, and fell onto the bed.

"Where is the base?!"

Gasping with pain, Jan fought to get onto her feet. The effort was far too great, but even that small battle couldn't calm the hatred in her eyes.

"You'll never find it!"

More Force Lighting wrapped her in a blinding cage of agony. Kyle turned away, unable to bear what he was seeing. Her violent screams continued to ring in their ears, as the Vader refused to give mercy to her torment.

The affliction racing through her was becoming too much for Jan to bear. Darkness began to cloud her eyes, and the pain lessened. When the light flickered out, she felt no more pain.

Jan's body fell to the floor when she passed out from the torment. Vader dropped his arms, ceasing the terrible bolts of energy. Kyle released the breath he had been holding. At least the interrogation was over.

Vader turned sharply to Captain Adol, "We are through here, Captain."

"Yes sir," Adol replied, wiping his sweaty brow. Many of the troops left, but two walked towards Jan. Kyle stayed curious as to their plans. Surely they wouldn't dare defile her while she lay unconscious. If they tried, he would be sure to stop them; no one deserved to go through that torment.

Kyle stood by the door watching them. One of the guards glared at the woman huddled on the cold floor of the cell. Viciously, he kicked her hard on the head.

"Rebel scum," He said turning away. His comrade followed, as they left the cell.

Blood trickled from the small gut on Jan's forehead. Kyle calmly walked over and bent down next to her. He hesitated before touching her limp arm. Thankfully no burns were evident, and the skin wasn't hot or scorched. He lifted her onto the hard bed. Having no medical supplies with him, Kyle tore a small piece of his shirt. He dabbed the blood from the wound, cleansing it as best as he could.

He sighed and got to his feet. He wished he could do more for her, but if they saw him helping her even this much he could be put into his own cell. Kyle walked to the door, and after on last look at the woman, left the room.

Hours later, Jan groaned as she woke up in her cell. It felt like a Bantha had been sitting on her head. She fingered the small cut on her forehead, as she tried to rub out the pain. Geeze, these Imps sure don't have to word mercy in their vocabulary.

"Jan?" the Princess, called out from the other side of the wall.

Jan moaned and sat up, still rubbing her sore head.

"Jan, are you alright?"

"Other than feeling like I was run over by a stampede of Rancor, yeah I'm alright," She commented.

"I heard the whole ordeal," Leia said, "I was getting worried that he had killed you."

"He wouldn't kill me; he knows that I know where the base is."

"I see," Leia replied, "My interrogation wasn't as tremendous as yours. Why do think he was so hard on you?"

"Royal courtesy?" Jan shrugged.

"If Vader believed in such a thing," Leia countered, "He wouldn't have used the pain droids on me."

"I guess I got him kind of mad when I called him nothing more than a scrap of metal," Jan said.

"I believe furious would be an understatement for his emotions when you called him that." Both of them shared a laugh that relieved the fear of what had recently been done to them.

Jan frowned when she saw a scrap of cloth on the floor. Testing her legs a little, she left the bed, and picked it up. The small cloth was stained crimson from her own blood. The original tan hue was still recognizable, however. The color was a familiar one. The only place the cloth could have come from was an Imperial uniform.Jan felt the cut on her forehead again. Why would an Imperial want to help me? There was only one Imperial she could think of who might have been willing to help her. Kyle.

In the Death Star's control room, Vader's dark figure intimidated the Imperials; none of them daring to look up from their work. Governor Tarkin was the only man who would dare to look into the helmeted eyes and not quiver with fear. Tarkin was seated comfortably, while Vader stood giving the reports of the two prisoners.

"Their resistance to the mind probe is considerable," Vader said, "It will be some time before we can extract any useful information."

A soldier entered the room, saluting to both leaders, "The final Check out is complete. All systems are operational. What course shall we set?"

Tarkin placed a hand on his chin, "Perhaps they will respond to an alternative form of persuasion."

Vader looked at him curiously, "What do you mean?"

"I think it is time we demonstrated the full power of this battle station," Tarkin stated proudly. He turned to the soldier, "Set your course for Princess Leia's home planet of Alderaan."

The trooper grinned wickedly, "With pleasure."

Many hours after the Vader and Tarkin discussed the situation with the prisoners, Jan's cell was opened. Darth Vader with two Stormtroopers holding Leia greeted her in the doorway.

"My dear," Vader said placing warmth in his voice, "It would pleasure me greatly if you would join the Princess here. One of the Empire's most prestige leaders wishes to meet you."

"Oh I'm sure he is a great leader," Jan said smiling, "Great at putting misery upon others."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Vader replied, sounding not at all sorry, "perhaps you will think differently when you are properly introduced."

One of the Stormtroopers stepped forward, and took her hands, locking them into binders. Jan looked into the white helmet, knowing it was Kyle beneath it. She stared at him for a few moments. He had helped her, she was certain, why he would wish to do that, she didn't know.

Jan was pushed in front of Vader and the troopers, next Leia. The Princess looked grateful to have her companion with her. Neither of them knew what fate awaited them. Death was certain, but was it about to meet them now?

Jan recalled a conversation they had had earlier discussing the matter that was in store for them.

"Don't be nice," She said.

"What do you mean?" Leia replied.

"I mean throw a few insults at them, make them cringe inside."

"Why I could never be vulgar!" the Princess exclaimed.

"You can still be a diplomat," Jan explained, "but show them another side of you. You know, give them something they don't expect."

Whatever Leia did, Jan hoped it would surprise Vader greatly.

Darth Vader led the two captives into a large, quiet control room. Many Imperials were stationed along side the great walkway, busy with their duties. Jan could see an older man gazing out a window reflecting the green gem that was Alderaan. The man turned when they entered the room. She could see that though he was old, he was still strong and vigorous.

Leia smiled when she saw him, "Governor Tarkin," She identified him, "I should have expected to find you holding Vader's leash," Even Jan was shocked by that one, but Leia had more, "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."

Tarkin granted her a smile that tried to hide his disgust, "Charming to the last." He seemed anything but charmed. He gripped the Princess' chin, "You don't know how hard I found it signing the order to terminate you and your friend's lives."

She gave him a small smile, "I'm surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself."

Tarkin turned, displeased.

"Nice one," Jan whispered.

"Thank you," Leia replied.

"Ladies," Tarkin said turning back to them, "before your executions I would like you to be my guests at a ceremony that will make this battle station operational."

"Whoopee," Jan cheered mockingly, "Where's the champagne?"

Tarkin glowered at her, but continued, "No star system will dare oppose the Emperor now."

"The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin," Leia countered lightly, "the more star systems will slip through your fingers."

"Not after we demonstrate the power of this station," Tarkin smiled at his plan, "In a way, you have determined the choice of the planet that'll be destroyed. Since you both are reluctant to provide us with the location to the Rebel base, I have chosen to test this station's destructive power on your home planet of Alderaan."

"What!" Jan cried.

"No," Leia said shaking her head, "Alderaan is peaceful. We have no weapons. You couldn't possibly…!"

"You would prefer another target?" Tarkin replied raising his voice, "A military target? Then name the system!"

The Governor stepped forward, allowing his menacing words to sink in. Jan glared coldly at him, wondering how such an evil man could act so diplomatic.

"I grow tired of asking this," Tarkin warned, "so it will be for the last time. Where is the Rebel base?"

Leia gazed at her home world, the conflict of duty and her own personal feelings battling in her head. Jan knew she would never tell them where the base was any other way, but under the circumstances, would she?

"Dantooine," Leia said looking like she had given in. Jan silently breathed a sigh of relief, "They're on Dantooine."

Vader leered over Jan, "Is this true?"

Jan nodded solemnly, "It's true."

"There." Tarkin smiled, "You see, Vader, they can be reasonable." Tarkin turned to Admiral Motti, waiting nearby, "Continue with the proceeding, you may fire when ready."

"What!" the two prisoners cried.

"You're far too trusting," Tarkin replied, "Dantooine is far too remote to make an effective demonstration, but don't worry. We will deal with your Rebel friends soon enough."

"No," Leia said trying to break away.

Vader held her back, telling her it was useless. The hum of energy collecting itself to fire rang in Jan's ear. Both women watched helplessly as a laser beam struck Alderaan. The beautiful emerald world exploded into a ball of light. Small particles floated endlessly, all that was left of their world.

Smiling Tarkin turned to the shocked prisoners, "As you can see, your Rebellion stands no chance against this station."

A small tear trickled down Leia's face, as Vader led her away. But that was all that was shed. Kyle looked at Jan trying to read her emotions. She only stared at the window, looking at the dust ball that remained. No tears fell, nor cries of anguish. She only stood there. Kyle tugged at her arm, and she followed him with no protests.

A long time ago, Kyle would have been reveling in this moment. When the sarcastic, Rebel woman who didn't know when to shut up was silenced, it was time to celebrate. He should be congratulating the governor, and Vader, but he wasn't. Instead, he was disgusted with them. Why destroy an entire planet, when they knew the location of the real target? There was no honor in that.

This isn't about honor any more, He thought.

Jan and the Princess were brought back to their cells to await their executions. Both women looked defeated, drained of all hope. Kyle watched as Jan's cell was closed. One thing was certain now; he knew what side he wanted to be on.

In the conference room, Tarkin was gloating in his success. The scouts on Dantooine would report their findings within a few moments. Soon the pitiful Rebellion would be crushed, and the Empire would once again, thrive throughout the galaxy.

Vader stood of to the side, his arms crossed. Although Tarkin's plan had worked, he found it surprising that the prisoners would give up the location of the base. After all, both were strong minded. After all, they had resisted his droids. The Princess had been known for her intelligence in the Senate, and – though he hated to admit it- The pilot, Jan Ors, was astute as well. It didn't seem that they would give up the bearings so easily.

A small light blinked, signifying that a message had been sent.

Tarkin quickly pushed the button, "Yes?"

Imperial Officer Cass came through the link, "Our scout ships have reached Dantooine. They have found the remains of a Rebel base, but they estimate that it has been deserted for some time. They are now conducting an extensive search of the surrounding systems."

Tarkin angrily threw back the switch, "They lied! They lied to us!"

Vader grinned behind his mask, "I told you they would never consciously betray the Rebellion."

"Terminate them…immediately," Tarkin yelled back to Cass.

"Calm yourself, Governor," Vader said, "We may find away to extract the information we seek."

"I'm surprised by you, Lord Vader," Tarkin said, "I would believe that you would wish the death of that pilot, Jan Ors."

"You are correct, Governor," Vader replied, "If you believe we will gain nothing more from them, then you may proceed."

Outside of the station, a small freighter slowed down stopping not far from the rubble that was once Alderaan. Spotting the tin can of a ship, the officers surrounded the Correlian freighter with a tractor beam, reeling its prey in like a fish.

When the ship was docked in the station, immediately troops boarded. Although it appeared nothing short of small freighter, no one knew what precious cargo was secretly stored aboard.

A/N: Ah, but we know what that frieghter carries don't we? Next chap coming soon.