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Secret Interrogation Facility

Coruscant

He woke up in the cell with no memory as to how he got there, or even who he was. His vision went in and out of focus, his head felt fuzzy and light. His mouth was dry, and as feeling began to return to his body, he felt the pain of a broken leg and two broken ribs and a dozen other injuries. The agony brought him to sudden and full awareness. He was secured to some kind of table by several tight, metal restraints. The cell was dark, with the only light coming from the floor in the form of a dim, ambient light of crimson. The cell was completely silent, except for a low hum that came from a floating spherical object that was half hidden in the shadows of the cell. He tried to speak, to shout for help, but his mind was too fuzzy and he had limited control of his body. Several bright white lights on the ceiling suddenly blazed to life, blinding him and preventing any further observation of his surroundings. He heard the door of his cell swish open, and the sound of boots meeting metal as two people entered his cell. The two came to stand on opposite sides of his table. All he could make out was faint shadows. One was tall and broad-shouldered, the other was slim and lithe.

"Look who is finally awake, brother.", the smaller shadow said. The voice was female, and dripping with malice and contempt.

"I can see that, sister.", a deep, menacing, male voice replied. "But you have yet to explain how this will not be a waste of time."

"Judging by the amount of pain the boy has been through during our previous sessions, he must truly know nothing."

"Then why will he not turn?"

The female sighed, "Some beings have a set of so-called "ideals", this boy is one of those beings.". The female turned her head to look at him. "Luckily for him, his powers are too great to just kill him, we need that kind of strength on our side."

"So what happens now?", the male asked.

"Our master has a solution, one that he will soon be here to put into effect."

Suddenly the room seemed to grow cold and dark. In some deep part of his mind, he knew that whoever or whatever was approaching was more menacing and dangerous than the two figures could ever be. The feeling continued to grow for several seconds. Then the door to his cell opened and through the lights blinding him he could see a stooped figure in dark robes enter the room. The newcomer approached him, coming close enough that he could feel the pure darkness emanating from the figure in powerful waves. The figure raised a pair of crooked hands above him, and his vision instantly began to fade to darkness. The figure spoke with the voice of an old man, but still terrified him to his core.

"Sleep child,", the figure said, "You will be of use to us yet."

Then darkness took him and he knew no more.

Earlier that Week

The Imperial Palace

Coruscant

The Seventh Sister made her way towards the turbolift, passing the stoic, ever-silent royal guards as she went. To many who walked to this particular turbolift, they were passive, ghost-like figures, whose only purpose was a show of strength and a reminder of just who the person walking was about to speak with. She knew, however, that these men and women were constantly calculating the best and quickest way to kill her with every step she took down the corridor. It was why they were considered to be the best in the entire Imperial military. She felt a surge of contempt at that thought. In her eyes, no regular being could ever compare to the might of someone who had been fully trained in the ways of the Dark Side. She reached the turbolift, entered, and punched in the code for the floor of the Emperor's throne room.

It had taken weeks to get to this point. An audience with the Emperor was no easy thing to acquire, even for an Inquisitor such as herself. She had to call in several favors from some of her contacts in the Imperial Security Bureau. She had even had to bribe a few officials. She knew, though, that the situation called for it. And soon, she hoped, the Emperor would know this as well. The turbolift came to a halt, and she exited. She stood in a large, dimly lit chamber. This room lacked the decor and the design of the rest of the palace. The pathway up to the throne was lined with six royal guards, three on each side. At the opposite end of the chamber, silhouetted by the light from a large, circular viewport, was the Emperor's throne. The seat was currently faced away from her, but she had no doubts that it was occupied. Striding forward, the Seventh Sister stopped just short of the stairs that led to the throne's level. Lowering herself to one knee and bowing her head, she waited for the Emperor to acknowledge her. The chair rotated to face her, and after a moment the Emperor spoke.

"Rise Seventh Sister, and tell me what matter is so pressing that you require a personal audience with me." It had not been directly spoken, but the Emperor's message was clear. This had better not be a waste of time.

"I come bearing news and seeking aid, My Lord." she said. "You are no doubt aware of our most recent "acquisition", the boy found on the edge of Wild Space."

"Yes, the reports say that he is only 15 years in age,", the Emperor said. "I still am unconvinced that is important."

"After many interrogation sessions, it was realized that boy simply did not know anything of his past."

"But you did not dispose of him, why?", the Emperor asked, seeming to gain some interest.

"He is strong in the Force, strong enough that I couldn't just kill him without trying to-"

"Convince him to join us.", the Emperor interrupted, finishing her sentence. "Yes, a new, more powerful inquisitor is much needed, especially with all the problems Kanan Jarrus and his accomplices have been causing. But judging by your presence here, you have been unsuccessful in allying him with us."

"That is correct, My Lord."

"There is an ancient Sith ritual that may be of use. It suppresses the victim's will and memory and replaces it with a much darker version of the original victim.", the Emperor explained.

"Would such a thing work on the boy?", the Seventh Sister asked.

"Undoubtedly", the Emperor replied. "However, the ritual is costly to whoever performs it, and I am the only one with the knowledge and power to do so. I will turn the boy, but not without a few conditions."

"Anything that you require shall be fulfilled, My Lord."

"Once the boy is turned, you will personally oversee his training."

The Seventh Sister disliked the idea of having to spend months out of the field, but she was not foolish enough to argue with the most powerful Dark Side user in the galaxy.

"Furthermore," the Emperor continued, "as soon as the boy is trained, he shall begin hunting Ahsoka Tano, alone."

This caused a spike of rage within the Seventh Sister. To have to train the boy was a burden enough, but to also give up her hunt to the boy was an insult!

"My Lord, I must protest!", she began.

"Oh, must you!?",the Emperor snarled. A sudden blast of pure Dark Side energy launched the Seventh Sister more than halfway back towards the turbolift. She hit the ground hard, all the air leaving her lungs. She had barely gotten her breath back when she felt the invisible hand of the force drag her back towards the throne. The Emperor had not moved an inch. Using the Force, he brought her directly in front of the throne. Holding her there, he spoke again.

"It amazes me that you have the audacity to debate me on this matter, when your performance in that particular hunt has been unsatisfactory at best.", the Emperor said sourly. Without moving, the Emperor used the Force to toss her back to where she had been before the incident. This time she was able to land somewhat on her feet.

"Your anger at this arrangement, is, however, understandable. I have many enemies that I wish to hunt down personally, but my position keeps me here.", the Emperor explained as she steadied herself. "I shall make you a deal, Seventh Sister, I know that you wish to claim the position of Grand Inquisitor. I have never been one to discourage ambition." The Emperor leaned forward ever so slightly in his throne.

"If the boy succeeds in capturing or killing Tano, I will promote you to Grand Inquisitor. If he should fail, his punishment shall pale in comparison to yours." Leaning back into the shadows of the throne, the Emperor asked, "Do I make myself clear?".

"Yes My Lord." she quickly replied.

"Good, I will perform the ritual in three days. One of the guards will give you a medicine, use it on the boy, it will erase all memory of his time as a prisoner. And while your new student will have no none of the boy's memories it would not do for him to remember anything if the ritual is somehow undone."

"It shall be done, My Lord.", she said, bowing deeply. The Emporer's throne turned back towards the viewport, and the Seventh Sister knew that she had been dismissed. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the throne room, pausing only to take a small vial from one of the guards. As she walked back through the Imperial Palace, she could feel a knot of fear form in her stomach. The Emporer demanded nothing short of total success from her and the boy, and had made it very clear what the price for failure would be. She continued to worry over the situation until she reached the main entrance of the Palace. She looked around and was reminded of just where she was. Smiling slightly to herself, she used her fear to fuel her anger.

"Ahsoka Tano will fall", she thought to herself. "Just like all the Jedi before her." With renewed confidence and determination, the Seventh Sister walked out of the grand entrance of what had once been the Jedi Temple.