Prompt:
(Y/N) is an Inquisitor who's ordered to kill Cal Kestis.
Not a Request ♥︎
She/Her❥
1st POV
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The dark cold planet of Nur was the perfect place to conjure up and create evil. Breaking and torturing young Jedi was the soul purpose of Nur. I was the latest creation; my previous green lightsaber now blazing a horrendous red color. I now bare the mark of Inquisitor; Jedi hunter, and galaxy feared,
"Tenth Sister," the Second Sister hissed through her heavy black helmet; behind her, all my other Inquisitorius Siblings sat, "You will travel with Ninth Sister to Kahsyyyk. Our little Jedi awaits there."
Ninth Sister and I bowed accordingly, "Yes, Second Sister," the Dowutin whispered, gathering a large black object in her hands, "And for the newest in our ranks," she gritted her teeth, handing me my helmet,
"But am I worthy yet?" I asked in surprise mixed with gratitude. This helmet, when given to an Inquisitor, must be warn with pride and promise. Promise that you'll never betray your brothers or sisters.
"Kill Cal Kestis, and we will know for certain that you're worthy, Tenth Sister," Eighth Brother hissed. He personally believed I wasn't to be trusted because this was my first mission, but he's barely older than I, and only trained around a year longer than me.
I gathered the heavy metal in my hands and nodded, "It's an honor, my siblings. We won't let you down. He will lie dead," I slid the helmet on my head and inhaled deeply; the red glass overwhelming my other color receptors.
"Go now, you two," Second Sister commands while pointing to two Tie-Fighters, "And, bonus points to whoever gets Cere Junda— another Jedi hidden in the shadows."
We bow again and head to the fighters, "That was so scary," I chuckle, adjust my helmet, "How did you do that alone?"
"Ten, you and I both know I was never alone during my helmetting ceremony," the Ninth Sister rolled her eyes in amusement, "I had all my siblings, and you were there too as a young apprentice to the Dark Lord."
I grinned in pride, shouldering her playfully as we both got into our ships, "Well, I can bet that I'll be the one to take out Kestis."
My heart ached at that name. He was my best friend back at the Jedi Academy, his master Jaro Tapal being best friends with my master, Even Piell. It was like Cal and I were meant to be best friends. We often trained together— both of us getting our lightsabers at the same time and understanding different aspects of the force. We balanced each other out perfectly.
Nine and I flew off towards Kashyyyk, my hands trembling over the dashboard. I felt like a failure. My master would be so disappointed in me. He knew what every Inquisitor goes through to gain their red lightsaber, but he had faith in me. Watching him get gunned down changed me, and I know Cal watching his master die changed him too.
"Hey we're here," Nine whispered through the com links, "You take a squad through the West corridor, and I'll go East. Contact me immediately if you find Kestis."
I just nodded, not replying. All my Dark Side training was clouded by memories and feelings. Ninth Sister could probably sense it, but like every mission, this is a test, and even though she's my best friend in the clan, she'd happily rip me apart for betraying the cause.
The muggy atmospheric land of Kashyyyk made me nauseous as I left my ship. I was alone with a platoon of Stormtroopers at my command,
"Commander," I whistled, getting his attention, "What's the situation."
The Trooper with the orange sash around his shoulder approached and saluted, "No sight of Kestis, ma'am. But, we have captured more Wookiees than we expected we would."
"That will probably attract him then," I comment, knowing how Cal always likes to play the hero, "Place the Wookiee in lightly-guarded cells, and keep me in the loop. Cal will likely come to save them, and that will be his downfall."
He saluted once more, and turned to his troop, "You heard her! Get a move on."
As the Troopers began working, I felt a tug in the force. A need for meditation and rest, but there's no time for that now. Getting Kestis' lightsaber will definitely earn me a place in Lord Vader's personal troop, even though that's really not what I wanted. I wanted my green lightsaber back, and my master to teach me the ways of the Jedi, not the Grand Inquisitor teaching us the ways of the Dark Side.
The tug kept pulling me towards some deep shrubbery. I had a bad feeling, but I kept going, "Hey, you two," I pointed at some Scout Troopers that we're lazily guarding the Wookiee's, "Follow me."
"Yes commander," they said in unison while immediately abandoning their post and following me through the dense undergrowth.
If it wasn't for my heavy robe and their hard armor, we would have tons of bug bites and sores from the Kashyyykian wildlife, "This is ridiculous," one of the troopers whistles at the sight, "Why would Lord Vader send us out here if there's not even a Jedi out here?"
I whipped around and glared daggers at him through my cone-shaped helmet, "Never talk about Lord Vader in my presence! Do I make myself clear?"
The two Scout Troopers stare at me in confusion, "Yes commander, but is there really a Jedi here? I mean, you can sense that stuff right?"
They obviously weren't too intimidated by my actions, which caused me to roll my eyes from underneath the heavy black helmet, "Yes, he's here, and he's only a Padawan still— not a Jedi."
We continued on, the sun beginning to skunk into the shadows below— nighttime taking over. The Troopers were beginning to get tired, and were just talking to themselves while I brought up the tail of the group, "Shouldn't we head back soon, commander?"
"Stop asking questions before I chop your head off and feed you to the Wookiees," I said in annoyance.
They were about to reply, but I silenced them with the force, "Shut up," I growled through gridded teeth, "He's near."
I released the two, and they immediately fingered at their blasters, "Where? Where is he?" they both mumbled out, both annoyed by my frantic force choking.
I shushed them once more; creeping towards a tree. I could sense his fear. His will to destroy me. His want to avenge his Master.
My Troopers were quickly wiped out due to his smooth turning and flipping; slicing them both through the chest with his gleaming blue lightsaber. I smiled a bit, and unsheathed my red one, "Cal Kestis," I commented while spinning around on my heel to face him. He hadn't changed a bit.
He had black dirt mixed with sweat smeared all over his forehead. His bright orange hair was ruffled all over the place from combat, and accompanying him was a tiny droid,
"Inquisitor," he hissed back, tightening his grip on his lightsaber; his droid beeping and chirping in fear.
"I was sent here to either capture or destroy you," I continued, spinning my bright red blade in my hand, "So either you can surrender, or you can die."
"That's the exact same thing your sister said to me only moments before now," he commented in amusement, "She's no longer with us."
I shrieked in anger; swinging my lightsaber back and bashing it against his blue one, the noise from the impact almost deafening, "You're lying!" I screamed, pushing downwards with all my might, "Ninth Sister could never lose to the likes of you!"
Cal, almost like clockwork, began smashing and slashing with his blade; not replying. I continued to move in synch with his movements, our lightsabers smashing together uncomfortably. It felt morally wrong to fight my old friend, but he had no idea it was me.
Kicking my leg out, I smashed his knee with my hard leather boot, causing him to shriek out in pain. I flipped my lightsaber in my hand; the red light making his face glow with an angry hue.
On cue, his little droid leaped from his back and landed on my face; shocking and scratching at my helmet, "What the hell?" I screamed while dropping my lightsaber to the ground; ripping and tearing at the trash heap-of-a-droid.
Cal angrily rises back to his feet and force pushes me to the ground; the impact plus the little droid's effort causing my new helmet to snap in half like a toothpick. Force grabbing both our lightsabers, Cal points the blue and red weapons in my face; his eyes widening once he realized who was underneath the mask, "... (Y/N)?"
I was death gripping the ground below me in both anger and regret, "Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?"
Cal sheathed his and my lightsaber both; tossing it in his grip and handing it back to me, "What happened to you? What happened after the Purge?"
Snatching back my weapon angrily, I turn away, "Isn't it obvious, Cal. Master Even got gunned down, sacrificing himself for me, but it didn't matter. I was captured and trained to be a ruthless killer."
Cal's face dropped sadly and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Master Tapal was gunned down right in front of me as well. I witnessed his death and vowed to avenge him. I hid in a junkyard for years— hiding from who I truly was. I thought I was the last one."
"You are the last one!" I hissed in anger, "There's no one left. We've wiped the Jedi Order out by 83%, and we aren't stopping there. One Padawan can't stop us."
"Two can though," he smiled softly, like he would back in the Jedi Temple when I was struggling at some sort of training sequence. He would always pick me up again when I needed it, "Your armor and lightsaber doesn't define who you are."
"You don't know who I am!" I screamed back; my palms beginning to sweat uncontrollably, "No one knows what the Inquisitors have been through— not even you, Cal!"
Cal sighs softly and moves his hand from my shoulder to my face. I don't know why on the Death Star I let him do that, but I just didn't have the strength to push him away, "(Y/N), I can sense inside you that you're the same (Y/N) from before. All the good in you. All the empathy and love. You're still the Jedi your master would be proud of."
My eyes began tearing up, and I dropped my lightsaber to the ground, "He would be so disappointed in me, Cal. At least Tapal can rest knowing his apprentice wasn't caught."
"Master Piell knows your true heart, and he knows you're not like Darth Vader or the Grand Inquisitor or anyone. Your master can rest easy knowing his apprentice is the strongest out of all of us. You've survived the worst torture possible, and you know it inside that you're still good."
"God I've missed your inspirational garbage," I teased, tears streaming down my cheeks like a faucet, "Cal, I have to escape here. They'll kill me if they know about this."
"Trust me," he smiled, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, "I've escaped them before, and I'll do it again— just with more company."
I smiled— a real smile. The first real smile I've conjured up in years. I slowly rose onto my tippy toes, and pressed my lips to his, "Alright, Kestis. Let's get out of here."
The boy blushed brighter than the red hair atop his head, "Gee, alright," he chuckled, wrapping his fingers around my gloved ones, "I'm sure you'll make yourself comfortable among our company. I've slightly started training again below a Jedi named Cere Junda."
I nodded my head in agreement, remembering all that I left behind in the Jedi Order— all the friendships and unforgettable bonds. All the love and determination, but most importantly, I left behind Cal Kestis.
January 1st, 2020