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Find your place in the galaxy
Chapter 1/ Choose your path
She would avenge them. Her former Master, the one who betrayed her, the one responsible for her capture, her sufferings, her fate, the one guilty for the Younglings’ death, she would kill her. Trilla Suduri accepted her new condition, her new identity. The new Second Sister heard the call of the Dark Side in her head, it whispered to her to do it. To slay Cere Junda once and for all.
The cold contact sounded fair, honest, rightful. She remembered what happened in the Jedi Temple during Order 66, their escape in the underground, how her Master gave them up, how the Light Side of the Force abandoned them to a fate they didn’t deserve.
The legendary Jedi Order had failed, the ideals betrayed by its own members who revealed their true nature in trying times. Its necessary fall gave birth to the Empire. The new Emperor Palpatine, in fact a Sith Lord known under the name of Darth Sidious, had taken over and destroyed the treasonous Jedi Order. Jedi survivors were hunted down, killed or turned to serve a new purpose, just like her.
Indeed, her talents and potential couldn’t be ignored by the Empire, from a Sith perspective, she would carry out the Emperor’s orders for the glory of the Empire as a member of the new Imperial Inquisitorius. From her own point of view, her raw anger, pain, fury, if properly channelled may offer her a chance to survive, to become more powerful so that no one would ever hurt her again, nor betray her. She would learn this power to fully exploit her abilities held back by the dead Jedi. It would now grant her the might to decide, to shape her own future. My chains are broken. The Force shall free me. The Dark Side will be my weapon.
She stood in the same interrogation chamber where they tortured her, where they broke her, made her realize the lies of the Jedi, their deception and treachery. Yet, she no longer wore Jedi robes but an Inquisitor garb. Her dark uniform matched the dim surroundings, a room of sufferings where her kin would either die either reconsider their archaic tenets. One Stormtrooper nearby, probably a former clone, Those brainless traitors she thought, handed her her new helmet. A protection against threats, a shelter so no one would reach her mind nor see her face. She didn’t want anyone to watch her now, irrational, overwhelmed by her emotions, drowning in an ocean of darkness. They told her that in time, she would control them, use them in order to reach her own goals. Jedi didn’t think that way, it didn’t matter as Jedi died because of their beliefs and arrogance. She would not make the same mistake. They belonged to the past, the Dark Side offered her justice as well as a new chance to start over, she would not let it go.
She could feel the despair, the anger, the same raw emotions in her former Master. Selfish liar, you do not even manage to respect what you were supposed to teach, do you ? Cere was injured, drugged, hazy, kill her would almost be a scant mercy. As she put on the helmet, her sight changed, it reddened, she could see her surroundings in a new dimension, new data and information displayed before her. An asset she would use in her future assignments. For now, it was time to end this. The loud voice of the Dark Side in her mind compelled her to act quickly, it wanted to give her the power she deserved, yet she had to kill Cere first before that unworthy Jedi may find a way to react. Their former bond as Master and Padawan had vanished, due to Cere’s self-interested choice, once more, nothing prevented her from doing this. She wanted it.
-Trilla ?
Cere looked at her fallen apprentice, Trilla could guess her thoughts, her fear, her failure, her anger, yet nothing hinted she felt remorse or guilt at this moment. You don’t even care about what you’ve begotten, what you’ve done to us. I am looking forward to taking your life. Trilla belongs to the past. Trilla’s thought process urged her to deal with her now. Every second may jeopardize her quest for justice. The Dark Side became icy, so much that it began to burn her from the inside. She felt Cere inwardly struggle to free herself, she would not let her escape. As Cere’s wrists strived against the restraints of the torture chair, Trilla let the Dark Side of the Force flow through her, she visualized her palm on her Master’s neck, with the Force she pressed, hard. She choked her, Cere’s energy too weak to reject her. Trilla quelled her Master’s protests, she didn’t let her time to utter them. She squeezed harder, so hard that she could hear the neck and the cervical break. The muffled sound stopped. Still on the chair, the head tilted forward, eyes open. Trilla could see her dead master before her. The voice in her head was proud of her, it told her to revel in her Master’s death. The inert body would fall on the ground without the chair. She clenched her fists, blood ran through her veins, she felt untamed power, fire, filling the void she had inwardly felt since her capture. It sounded good, promising. The voice informed her she would do it again, as long as she listens to it. The insidious nature of the Dark Side may rely on deception, yet it was her only way to survive. She made her choice when they brought her here. The Younglings died because of Cere, they would rest in peace now. Her own peace didn’t matter. She would find a way to control her future. Her inner turmoil, it belonged to her only. She would learn how to control the Dark Side and bend the Force to her own will. Her voice sounded mechanical behind her mask, she didn’t care, she simply said Dispose of the body, I am done here.
As she left the interrogation chamber, the nearest Stormtrooper simply replied dutifully At once Second Sister.
Trilla Suduri died when they captured her, she would be reborn as the Second Sister. Other Jedi traitors still live. A new journey begins.
Five years later.
The report from the probe droid was unexpected. Yet, interesting. In the Mid Rim on the planet Bracca, a rigger had been detected using the Force, he had saved another scrapper from a deadly fall. She had killed a few Jedi since Cere’s death, the last one two years ago. The number of survivors diminished quickly. Few Jedi remained in the galaxy, hiding who knows where far away from the Empire. Far from the Inquisitors, far from her grasp and wrath. Over the years, she had honed her skills, she had learned to overcome her emotions, to use them as an asset to defeat her enemies, to protect her mind. Sometimes the lessons were harsh, some scars on her body would prove it, she still managed to go through them, in the end, she had prevailed.
Now her missions focused mostly on hunting down groups of insurgents or seeking new artifacts on backwater planets for the Emperor himself. A few days ago, the Grand Inquisitor informed her that she would soon travel to Zeffo so that she would make progress where the zealous officer Krane in charge of Project Auger failed. Project Auger aimed at finding relevant artifacts from the ancient Force-sensitive Zeffo civilization, they disappeared long ago. In a way, it reminded her of old missions she had done before her conversion, yet who was she to question the Emperor’s will ? The Emperor’s favors would grant her more influence and power, it meant she would survive longer, no one woud ever be in position to hurt her eventually, not even Darth Vader. Over the years, the voice of the Dark Side had settled in her mind, giving her confidence and motivation, protecting her against doubts or remorse. Thus, the Jedi she would hunt on Bracca didn’t have a chance. Unfortunately, she would not be alone on this mission.
The ruthless Dowutin Ninth Sister opposed her in the Dojo earlier this day, Trilla easily defeated her. Her sluggishness matched her oversized body, she was a brute, yet this time, her opponent refused to submit. As if this umpteenth humiliation was obnoxious. She had lost her eye by Vader, her leg by another Inquisitor, been defeated countless times by other Inquisitors, yet she didn’t seem to care, she wanted to be feared. She insulted Trilla, tried to oppose her in front of the others. So Trilla reacted, she used the Force to make her kneel. She remembered the feral smile behind her mask, the other Inquisitors’ disdain towards the Dowutin who felt humiliated more than ever. Trilla taught her what humiliation really meant, she didn’t show mercy, mercy meant weakness. The dreadful atmosphere of the Dojo, the heat, the dangers, the risk of death while using their lightsabers and the surrounding darkness made them ruthless, it was all about survival. Always. The strongest of them would live another day, the others would submit or die.
This report came right after the end of the training. It would change her thoughts to hunt a new prey, perhaps a Jedi Master, one of those she despised the most for their cowardice. Nonetheless, it would be surprising, after all the way that Jedi betrayed himself sounded like a naive Padawan. She volunteered, her rank would not give the others a chance to take her place, besides, her fellow «siblings» feared her, she almost hoped to be alone. However, the Ninth Sister volunteered too. The Grand Inquisitor saw it as an opportunity, making them both angry and violent. The oaf would assist the Second Sister, the Dowutin would feel more humiliated whereas the Second Sister would keep in mind she could not do whatever she wanted, some people still had the power to decide for her. In a way.
The orders were either to capture the Jedi, to eventually turn him, either to make him quiet for good.
Trilla didn’t fear Masana Tide, she was only a burden, one she could easily carry or crush if need be. She only really feared two people in this galaxy, her Sith Masters. She could handle this task, even with her at her sides.
Thus, they both came to Bracca, in separate ships. Her TIE Interceptor quicker and deadlier than Tide’s shuttle, she would have enjoyed shooting her down, though it would lead to complications once back to the Fortress Inquisitorius on Nur.
As she entered the atmosphere of Bracca, she considered the landscape, it was night time, gloomy, rainy, muddy, a backwater world, a perfect place to hide. Scrappers dismantled ships from the Clone Wars to recover useful remains from the wreckages. The Scrapper Guild gathered a bunch of different species to work on the remnants. In this part of this world, the guild remained the only authority to address for refugees seeking jobs or a shelter.
The Empire forces had stopped the hauler on which the scrappers reported by the probe droid had boarded. The two fugitives, unaware of their new status, had trapped themselves by getting on that train. A patrol of the local garrison would gather the workers outside, under the heavy rain, some Purge troopers would join them just in case so that the Inquisitors would only take care of the renegade. Either the Jedi would reveal himself and be captured or killed, either they would find him anyway. The fool didn’t leave when he had the chance. Pity.
She approached the area, she saw the rats in the mud, waiting for the inevitable. She landed, opened the hatch then gazed at the line of suspects. It looked like a firing squad, no place for the weaklings. She used the Force to smooth her landing as she jumped off the ship. She ignored the digusting sound of the mud under her boots, the incoming task would grant her what she craved.
Cal Kestis couldn’t help it, he knew the rules to survive, the ones he endeavored himself to follow. Don’t stand out. Accept the past. Trust no one. He had failed the three of them in one day. The accident forced him to reach within, to call on the Force to save Prauf, the closest being in the galaxy that may be what common people call a friend, after they both spat, argued about the Jedi and the Empire as they had found a crashed Jedi Starfighter. His connection with the Force was damaged, he lost control each time he tried to feel its comforting presence. He prefered to be cut off than seeing memories which haunted him. It happened again earlier this day on this train, a few hours after Prauf and him got back to the guild to collect their payment. He fell asleep then he teleported on the Venator, his dead Master appeared to warn him, that mantra like a curse in his mind Apprentice, mark well and listen. Trust only in the Force.
He had ruined his cover for Prauf, even if he knew he would not betray him, it was a mistake. Besides, his use of the Force endangered both of them. For five years he had managed to keep his secret, now Prauf knew. They knew too. The train stopped, Stormtroopers entered, Prauf may attempt to be optimistic, suggesting that they searched for smugglers.If only… Cal guessed his fake identity would vanish in a jiffy. They were all in danger because of his blunder. The other workers, Prauf, himself.
Master Jaro Tapal’s lightsaber anchored on his belt, hidden by his decrepit blue and orange scrapper raincoat, may cost him his life, or save them all. He had not used it for five years, he used to be a rather clumsy Padawan, he lacked of confidence in spite of his potential. Now he would surely be rusty in a fight. The Stormtroopers and those new black armored troopers would overwhelm him. He felt it, fear, despair, anxiety. His fate waited for him. He could not run away, they would shoot him in the back, if he attacked them, they would easily defeat him. He could only follow the others and prepare for questions. If they searched him…
The rain removed the dirt on his face and hands, his hair soaked and stuck on his head, his scrapper uniform was his only cover, it would not last long.
He felt it, a dark omen, the two Imperial ships landed near the cliff where they stood in line. The Empire had dispatched more troops. A part of him wanted to do something, even if every choice save waiting sounded unwise. So he decided to wait. Two figures approached, threatening, probably deadly. A Dowutin and a woman whose head was hidden by a black helmet. He noticed the Imperial emblem on their dark armors, then an object on their belt. They were no Jedi. Why would they have lightsabers then ? He didn’t dare let the Force manifest itself within him, he could not handle it, not under such a level of pressure. He felt shudders and cold sweat on his back. He used to struggle to control his emotions as a Jedi Padawan, well, he had never been good at it in spite of his Master’s guidance, though after the Purge, his time on Bracca didn’t help to make any progress. Isolation and hard work only made him more introverted, thoughtful, he tried to bury his memories which treatened to overwhelm him each time he let go. The only good times were with Prauf, he had been rather friendly with him, if not paternal. He had heard that cold voice a lot in his mind over the last five years, cold and perfidious, asking to let go and submit to fear, to seize the power he declined within himself. It had never been that loud before. In the beginning of this somber night, he heard the call of the Dark Side, playing with his fear to reach him.
Trilla looked at them, the rain streaming down her armor and helmet. Aliens, humans, scared, feeble, waiting to be killed like the filth they were. Save one. One of them could not hide his feelings, as his own distress echoed in the Force. That human near the Abednedo, she could tell he was the Jedi she was looking for.
-Is that all of them ? She slowly asked.
-Yes Second Sister. The nearby Purge trooper laconically replied.
She snorted, she didn’t need to remove her helmet to smell fear, the voice in her head asked for violence, death, torture. If she inflicted a punishment on someone else, it meant that this being would not be the one to threaten her in the future. Survival. Kill them all. Sometimes, the call of the Dark Side was stifling, intoxicating, sometimes she heard it whereas the voice uttered in a different language through the Force. She had to calm herself down. The little speech would probably satisfy her lust for dread.
-We seek a dangerous fugitive. This is no common anarchist but a devotee of the treasonous Jedi Order.
No doubt, he was the Jedi. She could see the way his body moved, how he lowered his gaze, how he frowned at the words. He was unsteady, worried, he exuded fear. A whelp afraid of his fate. She knew that feeling, no escape wherever you may decide to go, except that this particular Jedi was the one responsible for his own situation. That oaf behind her made noises, she was ruining the show.
-Failure to turn over this traitor will result in a charge of sedition.
The way Tide moved past her and walked in front of them told her she had felt who the Jedi was too, somehow, she remained quiet and let her do her little game. It added to the collective fear. As for the weather, it was just the perfect touch of drama she needed.
-Turn yourself in or everyone present shall face summary execution.
They were all moving, looking at the troopers, at them, save him. He looked at the mud, only when she said execution she saw his eyes, he looked at her directly, his fear hit her, he seemed to beg for something to happen to save them all.
Had she been merciful, she would have simply revealed his nature and told the troopers to capture him. It would not be funny. It would not please the voice. It wanted more.
The troopers aimed at the workers. They were terrified, looking everywhere. Idiots, no one can save you from the Empire, no one can save you from me.
She didn’t expect the Abednedo to move forward, he was old, scared, but also determined. He wanted to protect the Padawan. She could feel his sympathetic feelings for his human friend. Good, it would be even better to revel in the Jedi’s despair.
-I think, it’s time someone came forward.
No one moved save the redhead Jedi who grabbed the alien’s arm.
Outstanding , can you even be more foolish ?
He almost seemed to realize his lack of lucidity as he let him go, the other surely cared about him to take such a risk. It was a deadly mistake, no one should care about anyone but oneself, it always hurts in the end.
- I...I’ve been working on this heap a long time. Way before the war. We refit and rebuilt ships. Best in the galaxy.
She noticed the Jedi’s hand which looked for something on his belt, under his coat. Naive, stupid, reckless. Intriguing combination.
-Then came the Empire. And engineers...became scrappers.
The way he looked defiantly at her, somehow it triggered a surge of anger in her. Yet, now the voice in her head told her to wait a little longer, the best would come soon.
The alien looked at his fellow workers who obediently remained quiet. Cowards. No one has the guts to protest. She thought.
-The workers – Just started getting worked.
-Prauf…
She could not help it, she smiled, that broken voice, so weak and vulnerable, it’s too late Jedi. The rain seemed to intensify. Death is coming. She tasted it in her mouth, the Dark Side now allowed her to play.
-But we all know the truth. He looked once more at her. At last.
-We’re just...Too afraid to say it. He came beside her, like some herald about to deliver the final message. Fools will always be fools.
-To the Empire...we’re all just expendable.
Enough of this charade. Even her presence and the trooper on the other side, his blaster rifle on his head didn’t deter him. She couldn’t resist, she let go and stepped in, grabbing her lightsaber.
-Yes. You are. She stoically turned it on, the blade pierced through the heart of the alien, she could hear his groan, guess his surprise, feel his pain. She also sensed her own power ready to explode. But the Jedi’s face, it was priceless. Shock, anger, fear, confusion, despair, he would be so easy to break, kill him here would be a mess, he may serve. Under the rain, facing his predators, alone, he screamed a «No !» that would not change anything, except to reassure him that it was real. In a second, he brandished a blue lightsaber in his right hand and rushed to strike her down. A large smile twisted her face as she watched him, he would surely be entertaining in their ranks. Or be killed if he failed to learn his place. As he was about to hit her, she barely contained her laugh as she turned on her second blade to counter the blow. She didn’t flinch under the strength of his onslaught. She felt his surprise, he looked at his dead friend falling on the ground.
-Look at this. A lightsaber.
She broke the contact then Force pushed the Padawan towards the Ninth Sister who was supposed to knock him out. Instead, that oaf suspended him in the void and boasted «I found the Jedi».
Obviously, he reacted and tried to hit her too, the Inquisitor let him fall below. She heard his scream as he fell.
Her rage exploded, they were not here to kill the Jedi if he could be captured. She used the Force to choke the Dowutin then sent her away to stub against her shuttle. She turned to speak to the Purge trooper.
-Kill them all. Stop that train. The Jedi is mine.
In a second, the shots took down the other workers. The dead bodies fell on the mud, the rain cleaned the massacre. The Ninth Sister was on her feet, Trilla didn’t look at her, she simply added loud enough to be heard despite the rain and lightning, Stay out of my way, you’re out for the next part, Sister.
She jumped on her interceptor, the hunt began.
Cal didn’t expect that, had he been wiser, he should have foreseen it. Instead, he would bear the guilt of Prauf’s death for the rest of his life, which may end soon enough.
He crashed on a train below, hopefully, he might also take his chance to avenge him and get away. The fall hurt, yet he didn’t have time to waste, two Stormtroopers were looking at him.
-What’s that ? Checking out the disturbance. Hold it !Don’t move. How’d you get here ?
-Easy now.
-Got a stowaway. Cal had never killed anyone, even during Order 66 he only fled, he lost his own weapon and was saved by his Master at the last second. Had he found a way to deflect the shots, would they both have escaped ? Focus on the present, leave now. The voice, now neutral in his head, told him to act, to strike them down or he would be the next to fall, for nothing. He knew that feeling, not fear, but survival. He didn’t have much choice, his instincts guided him. In a second, his blade cut through the armor and flesh of the two troopers who fell on the groud, dead. Get to the top, stop that train. He didn’t have a real plan, he only knew he should keep moving. Few troopers blocked his path, though they seemed as surprised as him to be facing such obstacles this day. He managed to overcome them only to face a shuttle at the middle of the train, the vessel didn’t aim directly at him but at the train itself which quickly started to collapse. Cal braced himself to prepare for the incoming shock, his body was thrown away in the void underneath. Hopefully, some maintenance droids were flying in the vicinity, a few platforms below the rails used as storage bays may grant him a way out. He instinctively grabbed a droid to stop his fall then crashed on the rusty platform, breathless, dirt on his scorched skin. He clumsily got up to see an Imperial starfighter land on the top of the platform above him. He exhaled, disillusioned. What’s gonna happen next ?
He saw her, she casually jumped then used the Force to smooth her landing. She ignited her lightsaber, that unnatural red color scared him. He could feel her pride and corruption as she taunted him. Going somewhere ?
No one would save him, he had failed his Master’s teachings, he didn't deserve his sacrifice. Had Master Tapal survived, he would have already left Bracca. He ignited his Master’s lightsaber then took his basic stance to prepare himself for his last fight. His shaky hands didn’t help to give him confidence. He faced the one who killed his last friend, the one who would now strike him down for good.
It only took a few minutes for Trilla to fly over the scene and watch her prey’s movements. She could tell he didn’t expect to be caught in the fray, yet he did defend his life like the fearful animal he was. Fear remained one of the most powerful emotions, it may trick reason, logic, then lead someone to act on sheer instinct, reveal one’s ruthlessness, brutality to survive. That Jedi was one of them. He seemed young, barely adult, like others he didn’t have finished his training when Order 66 came. Like her. The Empire could use those who lacked balance. With the proper training, their raw abilities could be honed and channelled. The shuttles sent to reinforce her easily destroyed the train, she observed the Jedi being hit by the explosion, she had given the orders to shoot only if platforms below the railways may let the Jedi land on it. This way, she would catch him. It happened according to her plans. She landed as he stumbled from his rough fall. She jumped, used the Force to ease her arrival, like a dark predator revelling in the dread of her prey.
-Going somewhere ? Being dramatic made it even more enjoyable, it easily rattled the confidence of her enemies. This Jedi was no different, even weaker in this current situation.
Ah, interesting.
-I recognize that stance. Perhaps you’ve had some training after all.
He slowly backstepped, his posture was unbalanced. She inwardly felt her impatience to attack, his wide eyes triggered a lust for power within her, she could tell that this Padawan would staunch her thirst for sadism. Yet she noticed his level of fear, she didn’t feel the pure influence of the Light Side in him, it was faint, weak, like if he didn’t want to rely on the Force in this moment, as if...he tried to avoid something. Then let’s see what you will do next.
-Who was your Master, Padawan ? Someone I killed, perhaps ? It was unlikely, yet as she slowly moved forward, she felt his determination collapse, he would not resist for long, maybe he expected a swift death. Poor Jedi, you have no idea what is waiting for you. How could you have survived five years by being so vulnerable ? Someone had protected him, maybe...died for him ?
-What Jedi gave their life so that you might live ?
The only noises came from the hum of their blades and the downpour, she could tell the darkness would make her even more efficient to crush the Jedi.
Unexpectedly, he lowered his weapon, exposing himself. She could see his frail silhouette, his time on this planet didn’t grant him the luxury to take care of himself, though being a rigger required some strength and agility.Ah, never underestimate a prey. In a mere second he jumped forward to strike her. She easily countered it.
-Scared are we ? She would stun him soon enough, he didn’t have the stamina to resist her Force boosted strikes, yet he was rather agile, he managed to dodge and run around. Though piercing her defenses, impossible. He could only delay his failure. She cornered him against the wall, she slowly approached him, he knew it was over, he couldn’t defeat her.
-What’s your name, Padawan ? Confuse him was unnecessary to knock him down, she simply thrilled at the idea of seeing him comply and submit, like all the others.
He didn’t reply, she wondered if he would pass out under the pressure, by probing him, she could feel his heartbeat, it was far too quick, he would not last long. Not that he might ever withstand her if she really wanted to kill him.
-I wonder how you will behave in our ranks.
The way he started to freeze himself then firmly gripped his hilt pleased her,
-No, I won’t join you, never.
She laughed out loud, the sound altered by her mask, making him feel even more uneasy.
-You have no idea what we will do to you. What you will become. We will offer something that you always have dreamed of.
He gritted his teeth, he didn’t attempt to attack her again, the short fight proved him it would be in vain to resist. He didn’t ask what he may have dreamed of.
-Who are you ? It caught her off guard, he was now curious, scared but curious, not about his future with them, but about her. Unusual, though interesting.
-Your future sister. His level of confusion made her delighted, he may show some annoying naivety, yet he also possessed a gift for being a reservoir of emotions. If he learned to control them, he would be an attractive asset.
-What ? What do you mean ?
-You will find out soon enough. What is your name, Padawan ? I won’t ask you another time. She deactivated her blade, the risk was limited, it was worth it.
He lowered his own weapon, confused, wavering, yet cautious.
-Cal.
-Cal who ?
-...Cal Kestis.
Unbelievable, here, trapped, alone, he was now looking at her with a spark of hope in the eyes. The Padawan had willingly given her access to his identity, unaware that she would easily access all the required knowledge to deal with him back in their Fortress.
-Are you scared Cal Kestis ? She could hear the whispers, the Dark Side told her this Jedi belonged to her, that time had come to seek more power, he would prove his usefulness in the future.
Cal didn’t know what to do, she outmatched him completely, utterly. His clumsy attempts at disarming her as unsignificant as a Gizka trying to dominate a Rancor. Yet she had not killed him. She asked questions, taunted him, but didn’t kill him. He felt malice, deception in her words, and also a part of truth. He didn’t want to die, not like that, life was all he had left. Now she offered him a chance to join them. The Empire. Never. Their ranks. What ranks ? Future sister ? That lineage sounded genuine, as if they had more in common than the appearances showed it. A tiny voice reminded him that his friend was dead because of her, another that she was his way out of Bracca. Conflict, loneliness, no one would decide for him. He didn’t like the Empire, yet to survive this same Empire may show him another path. She asked his name again. He was no one, a former Padawan of no importance. Former Padawan. The galaxy has changed, it wasn’t always like this. It’s all about survival. He told her, he had a name, a name that belonged to the past. Accept the past. The Order has fallen. He was so scared. She knew it.
-Are you scared Cal Kestis ?
-...Yes. The coldness spread in his body, resistance was futile, here, he may die if he persisted on that ancient path. The Jedi were the past, seen as traitors, hunted down by the Empire. Yet here she was, offering him a new path, some sort of hope for a future. He couldn’t think clearly, the cold voice told him to switch off his blade. He did so. He needed her, he needed answers.
-How can I trust you ? He asked.
-You can’t. With that said, he felt his body lift off the floor to hit the wall behind him headfirst. Blackness overwhelmed him.
She had felt every single detail of his fear, of his inner conflict. His relation with the Force seemed difficult. She may manage to make him malleable, he would have much to learn, yet a part of her believed he would fit among them. The dark times of the Jedi Purge may ease his conversion. As he asked her how he could trust her, she swallowed hard, the work might be dirty to make him understand. She used the Force to knock him out. Soon, the Empire would have a new Inquisitor.