Time had no meaning; she lost track of how long she had been in the cell. After her ship had been intercepted it had been determined that she must have some traitorous agenda. Members of Alderaan's royal family did not run shipments of ale to Tatooine as a habit.
The Empire had suspected someone from Alderaan was engaging in rebellious activities and that gave them enough cause to suspect her. No evidence was found and she had not confirmed their suspicions despite the daily interrogation.
Analyzing her situation once again, nothing had changed nor was it likely too. She felt desperation creeping in. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her training. Obi-Wan had taught her how to calm herself, how to reserve her strength. She missed him and in her weakness she called out to him, "Ben…I didn't make it back with the ale, I'm sorry."
He watched the suns set as he always did and thought of Amira as he had each day since she left Tatooine. Before her visit Anakin's fall had invaded his thoughts at every waking moment invoking grief each time. Now he found himself often thinking of her and these thoughts were welcomed and not weighted by sadness.
What happened next stunned him. She was there, touching his mind. At first he was thrilled just to feel her but then her distress, her sadness and desperation filled him. She was in trouble. His heart clenched in his chest and his hand clasped his tunic. He tried to sense her, "Amira? Where are you? What has happened?"
He was coming. She had grown to know his presence over the hours, days and weeks of her imprisonment. Darth Vadar was once again paying her a visit. She did not look up when he entered her cell. Without warning her throat constricted to the point she thought it would snap. While his hands did not touch her, his mind held her in a vice like grip.
He kept his hold on her as he questioned, "You were communicating with someone? A Jedi; who was it?" She looked into the mask wondering what remained of Anakin beneath. She choked out the words, "No Jedi, you've killed them all."
He paced the room while she struggled for air, "You are lying; you are a traitor and I will discover the truth." She was losing consciousness, "You will have to kill me." He released her, "You will die Princess, but not just yet. Tell me how is it you have this ability? Who taught it to you?"
She fell hitting the floor hard. Willing the air to return to her lungs she gasped, "Why don't you ask Jade Organa?" He did not respond for a moment, the only sound in the room was his mechanical breathing.
Finally he said, "You blame me for your brother's death, yes I knew him, but I did not kill him. You however, may well die by my hand. After you tell me what I want to know. The sooner you tell me, the sooner the pain stops."
She glared at him, "You are wasting your time. I have nothing to tell you." He faced away from her and lifted his head slightly as if recognizing a familiar smell, "I feel your hatred your highness. You are not strong enough to resist the darks side; your hate will be your undoing."
He was right, she was so close to failing, so close to lowering her shields and accidentally revealing what she knew about his children, about Obi-Wan. It took every ounce of control she had left to keep them secret and safe. Her anger was only making her lose her concentration. She closed her eyes an attempted to calm herself.
He stood in the center of the room with his arms folded, "So your brother was not the only member of your family with the ability to use the Force." She scooted herself so that she could sit leaning against the cell wall.
She tried to lick her cracked lips and tasted blood andwiped it away with the back of her hand, "I am not a Jedi." He turned back to face her, "No; you are not, a fact that has kept you alive for now. The emperor is coming to evaluate you."
A chill ran down her spine. She looked up at him, "What do you mean evaluate?", "You are Force sensitive Princess and you have none of the Jedi disciplines in place; nothing to save you from being turned to the dark side. My master can be very convincing."
She found herself laughing despite the dire situation, "Never. I will never turn. I honor my brother's memory and what he died for. Just because you fell to the dark side Anakin, doesn't mean I will." She felt his anger before the pain struck her.
He grasped her again by the throat using only his mind and before throwing her bodily into the cell wall he said, "That name no longer means anything to me." He spun around and exited the cell leaving her unconscious and bleeding on the floor.