The galaxy is at the brink of civil war. Groups of rebel cells have rose up against the Empire's military stranglehold of the galaxy. At the center of this conflict is the timeless battle between the Jedi and the Sith. The Emperor has outlawed any force sensitives, like the Jedi. Capturing and eliminating anyone who would oppose his rule.
A group of recently imprisoned individuals have endured days of torture. Each one strapped to a chair inside of a solitary room. They are continuously visited by probe droids who inject liquids, silent stormtroopers who use the prisoners as punching bags, and every so often Imperial Officers. One of the last visits came from a high ranking Moff named Tarkin.
The doors to the holding cell open quickly to reveal a slender elderly man with high cheekbones in an officer's tunic. He waves off his escort and enters the small room. Looking around in disgust, he murmurs, "Awful, primitive techniques."
He looks directly into the prisoners eyes and introduces himself, "I am Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin. You have been accused of being a force sensitive, an act illegal to the highest degree."
Tarkin walks slowly around the chair and places his hand on the prisoner's shoulder, "We can end all of this nastiness, if you simply confess your crimes against our Empire."