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Kenobi had been smart. He had figured out that she would know where he would hide. So he didn’t go there. Of course, she had changed the story. Tundra should have accounted for that. It didn't matter. She had found him. He had joined the rebel effort. The move had taken her off guard but it didn't matter. He was her prisoner now.
“Kenobi has been captured,” the purge trooper had told her.
The empress had smirked, “thank you General Cody.” She stood from her throne and walked out of the room to the prison.
Many of the clones had died out. Her predecessor Emperor Palpatine had ended the project and decimated Kamino before she had overthrown him. She was grateful that Cody had not left her side, though he did not know he was serving the same person whom he had once shared the rank of commander with. She liked it that way. Many were in the dark of who she had once been. That girl had died at Sidious’s hands many years ago.
In the prison Kenobi was being held in one of the torture chambers. Tundra wandered over to him as she removed the helmet. Her blonde hair fell behind her shoulders and her sicking yellow eyes met the Jedi’s blue ones. “We meet again Master Kenobi,” she purred. “When I left you I was but the learner, now I am the master.”
“Only a master of evil,” Kenobi retorted, glaring at the Sith before him. How had she once been the scared and yet determined and selfless child he had taken in as his padawan all those years ago? How had he not seen her fall? What had happened to her?
Tundra chuckled softly. It was impossible to tell if she found the comment genuinely amusing or if it was something else. “A master of the Empire,” she corrected. Tundra stepped closer to him, her cape draping behind her on the ground. Leaving a trail of the darkness that surrounded the Sith behind her. She placed a cold gloved hand on his cheek as she stroked it before grabbing his chin and forcing the Jedi to look at her. “And your darkness,” she added.
Fear flashed across his eyes for a mere moment. Quickly it was replaced with determination. “I will never join you,” he told her.
She had seen his fear. She felt his anger. “But you do not deny the darkness,” Tundra replied as she dropped his chin and returned her hand to her hip. She studied her prisoner as if deciding his fate. “You will join me, and you will be my apprentice rather than me being yours.”
“It takes strength to resist the dark side-”
“-only the weak embrace it,” she finished. “I was there when you gave that spiel to Maul, or did you forget me so easily?”
“Then you know that those who oppose it are stronger than you’ll ever be,” he retorted.
“And who do you become when that strength is gone?” Tundra asked. She turned to one of the troops that was in the cell with the two. She gestured for him to begin the torture.
Kenobi’s scream filled the cell.
Tundra watched with her arms crossed. Her heart tugged for a moment, a whisper in her ear told her to save him from the pain. Stop the Sith who was harming her father.
Tundra was the Sith harming him. She was the cause of his pain. Her face did not betray the conflict in her heart.
The force did.
Tundra signaled for it to end. “Now Kenobi, are you still so strong?” she asked him.
“Are you?” he asked. Obi-Wan could feel the conflict in his former padawan’s heart.
This caught Tundra off guard. “What?”
“I can feel the conflict in you Grim,” Kenobi said.
“The padawan you raised is gone,” Tundra replied. “She died with the others, just as it would have been with Skywalker. Had I not taken his place.”
“Is that why you fell?” Obi-Wan asked. “To protect Anakin? You went about it the wrong way then.”
“I went about everything the wrong way. The galaxy is laid the wrong way, I rule a broken galaxy. A galaxy broken by me, I deserve this torture.”
“And I do as well?” Obi-Wan asked her.
“You are trying to appeal to someone who is dead,” Tundra told him. She turned to the stormtrooper, “proceed with the torture.”
Tundra exited the cell.
Grim stayed with her master.