The Sith looked down at his captive. He had just finished another round of intense torture. Amira lay still on the floor of her holding cell. She had put up a valiant fight in the last few hours defying his wish that she reestablish contact with Obi-Wan. His assault on her had been mental and physical and had a dual agenda.
Besides luring Kenobi to him he wanted to determine what knowledge she had of other Jedi activity in the galaxy, activity that his Republic sources might not be privy to. He knew his master would welcome the information. So far she had resisted him.
Barely conscious, she welcomed the feel of the cold deck plating against her bruised skin. Using as much of the Force as she could muster she blocked the pain. He loomed over her pleased with his work and pleased to find her still fighting.
He entered her mind easily as she no longer tried to block him, "Jedi Organa you have surprised me with your strength. I would have thought to have broken you before now. You should know Kenobi is on his way here. You fought to contain your fear and pain so that he would not sense it. Never the less, he is coming and soon I will destroy you both."
She did not open her eyes but spoke audibly, "Why do you want to destroy us?" She was sure he was smiling, "I would have thought that was obvious. It is your destiny to suffer." She opened her eyes and began to move slowly into a sitting position against the cell wall. She took a shallow painful breath and asked, "My destiny to suffer? What are you talking about?"
He circled the room then stopped to stand in front of her, "You are Jedi. There is nothing for you but suffering. You live limited, restricted lives in service to a pathetic inflated idea of peace and justice. You say you embrace the Force and yet you are afraid of it; never quite opening yourself up to it fully; never quite experiencing all the power it has to offer. That is why you will ultimately fail and be destroyed."
Amira wanted to laugh, she was being lectured about being a Jedi by a Sith. She countered, "Do you not serve? You serve one master. You exist merely to do the bidding of your master. You cannot convince me that I have somehow limited myself by embracing the ways of the Jedi and serving an entire galaxy."
He smirked, "Perhaps not, but never the less your limitations have brought you to this place and this time. You have not only sealed your fate but you have doomed Kenobi as well. It is my intention to avenge my predecessor Darth Maul by destroying Kenobi. You were nothing more than the means to lure him to me, once you have fulfilled your purpose you will be easily dispatched."
She glared at him, "If he is already on his way here why not kill me now? Why haven't you done it; all you would have to do is strike me down." He was silent for a moment as he contemplated his answer, "I am enjoying your suffering too much, and you may still be of more use to me alive than dead."
He paced in front of her, "I have observed that Kenobi has a weakness, you, and this weakness will be his undoing." She closed her eyes and took another painful breath letting it out slowly, "You are gravely mistaken." He moved closer to her and began choking her using only his mind, "You are going to die and when Kenobi arrives he will suffer the same fate."
She choked out the words. "You are going to regret this. It is a mistake underestimating Master Kenobi." He made no reply but began another round of torture assaulting her already battered body.
After crossing the sea Obi-Wan flew the speeder over the beach and low lying hills. Prior to reaching the valley he was assaulted by waves of pain; Amira's pain. He could feel her; she was being tortured again. His heart twisted with anguish. Time was running out.
He tapped into the Force and willed the speeder faster beyond its normal capabilities. Several minutes later he ascended the final ridge and saw the small black ship nestled in the valley exactly where Dumaas said it would be. There was no activity outside the ship so he flew the speeder to a location towards the back of the vessel and approached on foot.
Memories flooded him of his first encounter with a Sith. He knew first hand how powerful it could be. He and Qui-Gon had never quite gained the upper hand battling Darth Maul. Obi-Wan had long since realized that he had treaded dangerously close to the dark side that day. It had been more than his abilities that had allowed him to defeat Darth Maul.
After seeing his master cut down he had been filled with a powerful rage. He still felt the loss of his mentor keenly and hoped beyond all hope that Amira wasn't destined to suffer the same fate.
He had experienced the ferocity of her torture and didn't know how she could survive much more. He had but one thought, "Let me be in time." He would not let himself ponder any other outcome. He dismissed the painful thoughts and reminded himself that she was in this ship and running out of time, he needed to find her and get her somewhere safe.
His abilities were about to be tested. The Jedi council would have his messages by now and know what he was facing but it was doubtful if anyone would arrive in time to assist him. Cautiously he circled the ship looking for an entrance.
Storming in through the front door wasn't his first choice. Something a little less conspicuous would be better. He noticed a hatch on the underside of the ship near the stern. He easily incinerated the locking mechanism with his lightsaber and entered the ship.