**Chapter 2: Interrogation**

The darkness of the ship's interior enveloped Ahsoka like a shroud, punctuated only by the faint hum of engines and the soft hiss of life support systems. She lay on a cold, metallic table, her stun cuff still active, as the Sixth Brother's ship hurtled through hyperspace. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint tang of fear. Ahsoka's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, and she saw that she was in a small, featureless room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of a dull, gray metal that seemed to absorb the light around her. A single, flickering overhead light cast eerie shadows on the walls, making her feel like she was trapped in a nightmare. The Sixth Brother entered the room, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. He was flanked by two Imperial guards, their blasters at the ready. "Good morning, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I trust you're feeling... refreshed." Ahsoka spat at his feet, her anger and defiance still burning bright. "You'll never break me," she said, her voice steady. "I'll never tell you anything." The Sixth Brother chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "We'll see about that," he said. He nodded to one of the guards, who stepped forward with a small, sleek device. Ahsoka's eyes widened as the guard attached the device to her temple. It was a neural disruptor, a tool designed to pierce the defenses of the mind and extract secrets from even the most stubborn subjects. She felt a surge of fear, but she pushed it back, focusing on the calm, centered presence of the Force. The Sixth Brother smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Let's begin," he said, and activated the device. Ahsoka's mind erupted into chaos as the disruptor's energy washed over her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of pain and confusion, her thoughts and memories tumbling out of control. But she reached deep into the Force, drawing on its power to shield her mind and protect her secrets. The Sixth Brother's face was a blur as he leaned in, his voice whispering in her ear. "Tell me, Ahsoka," he said. "What is your connection to the Jedi Council? What secrets do you hold?" Ahsoka's lips were pressed together, her jaw clenched in determination. She would not betray her friends, her allies, or her Order. She would not give in. The Sixth Brother's eyes narrowed, his face twisting into a snarl. "Very well," he said. "We'll try something else." The device on her temple pulsed with energy, and Ahsoka felt her mind slipping, her grip on the Force beginning to falter. But she refused to give in, drawing on every last ounce of strength and willpower to resist the Sixth Brother's probing. The interrogation continued, with Ahsoka facing wave after wave of physical and psychological torment. But she stood firm, her connection to the Force her only shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her. The Sixth Brother's obsession with her secrets only grew, his eyes burning with an unholy intensity as he sought to break her spirit and uncover the truth. As the hours ticked by, Ahsoka's body screamed in agony, her mind reeling from the constant barrage of pain and fear. But her spirit remained unbroken, her will to resist burning brighter with every passing moment. The Sixth Brother's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as he realized that Ahsoka was not going to be easily broken. But he was determined to try.