Guess who's back? (I hope the answer is me)
I am sooooo sorry for the long wait!
This is just a prologue, but I was dying to start this story!
I hope you enjoy!
Kallus looked dejectedly down at the file containing the names of the best assassins, bounty hunters, and snipers in the galaxy.
All were disappointments.
The kid was crafty, cocky, and sly. If Kallus was going to get rid of him, he would need someone…unique.
"Um, Sir, the next one is here."
Kallus looked up, scowling at the uncomfortable trooper in the doorway.
"Send them in."
He sighed, ready for another sure-fire disappointment. He had already thrown out three snipers. The boy was force sensitive, it'd be practically impossible to dispose of him that way… The Empire was counting on him to dispose of this threat. If he did not, there would be consequences.
The dark, gray office didn't help his frustration. The only window, set behind him, gave him a look of power, at least that's the look he was going for.
The door slid open, and a dark figure, a midnight black cloak billowing behind them, approached the table.
Kallus didn't look up from his large stack of papers, "Come in."
Rule one for authority figures: always look like you're busy, even when you aren't.
The figure didn't wait for the invite; they relaxed in the chair set out, swinging one leg carelessly.
Kallus still didn't look up, but he was aware of the figure's actions. What was this person playing at? He or she obviously thought they were some sort of hot-shot. Then again, that was certainly nothing new.
The girl, not wanting to waste any more of her time, kicked her feet up on top of the desk. A stray paper drifted to the floor.
Kallus looked up agitated, trying not to scream at the new arrival. So far, this person was cocky, arrogant, and had no respect for personal space.
"Take your feet off my desk, if you even remotely want a chance at this…opportunity."
The figure shrugged, and removed her feet.
Her uncaringness was really beginning to disturb Kallus. He bit down on his tongue hard, before he let out a string of curse words that would make Tarkin blush.
"Remove the hood," Kallus ordered, taking a deep breath.
Another shrug, the rogue shook her head a few times, and the hood fell, revealing long, dark locks.
"You're a girl," Kallus spat, surprised. She was not only female, but she was relatively young… and she had no respect for a man of his power.
"Thank you for stating the obvious, sir," she sighed, studying the edges of her nails.
"And you have an attitude," Kallus's eyes narrowed; he already hated this villain.
Once they had finished their silent stare-off, Kallus reluctantly got down to business.
"Tell me why you, of all these people," he gestured to the long list, "can capture this boy."
Kallus was prepared for another one-worded answer, or perhaps a long, written speech about her in-depth plan.
"I can do it in a way no one has done before," her voice had a confident, simple, cold edge.
Kallus leaned back in his chair, sighing. She was one of those people.
"Oh, please, tell me, what brilliant weapon have you come up with?" Kallus smirked, tired of hearing horrible ideas.
The girl's lip curled, she gave a shrewd look. A look that chilled Kallus, who had personally witnessed the decapitation of two of his trusted co-workers, to the bone.
"I will not be killing the target," she stated firmly.
"That is what I am hiring you to d—," Kallus began angrily, his voice raising an octave.
One shout and he could kick her out. But, something stopped him. This girl was vile, cocky…just like the wretched boy.
"I can control the boy, and we can then decide what to do," the girl smiled like everything was cleared up.
"Control? I don't think you know who you are talking abou—"
Something stopped Kallus in his tracks. The words in his mouth had simply disappeared.
The girl sat, blinking innocently, a small smile plastered on her face.
Kallus froze as he looked into the girl's eyes. They were beautifully blue, a nice, pale turquoise.
What a pretty color…
What had he been going on about? He felt himself relaxing, slumping thoughtlessly towards the teen.
Why resist such a sweet little girl?
The girl smiled in mock sympathy at the entranced agent.
"Tell me Kallus, if I can turn you into a blubbering, unresponsive idiot, will the boy stand a chance?"
She looked once more into his empty, blank, brown eyes, "You will remember this."
She ripped her eye-contact away ferociously, but casually. She wouldn't alert the Stormtroopers if it wasn't necessary.
Kallus almost fell over trying to back away from the young girl that had so much…power? He hadn't been able to move, to think straight. He had held on to her every word, like some mind controlled zombie. By the galaxy, more force-spawn?
He made up his mind. He hated her and couldn't tolerate this.
"What—," Kallus began, his voice a lot less commanding then he had wanted.
"That was hypnotism," She corrected, as if addressing a young child, her eyes wide.
Then she smiled brightly, as if nothing happened.
"With your eyes?" Kallus hated being reduced to this. He was an Imperial; he was to be feared, not controlled.
"I'm a very advanced scientist, Kallus," the young girl frowned, attaining a hurt expression.
Kallus couldn't get by her age. She was not yet 18, probably 16, and she had discovered something legendary. Something that could change the course of the future, the whole galaxy.
Kallus stood abruptly, brushing himself off.
"A chemical formula capable of hypnotism…The Empire could use that, it's obviously very efficient," Kallus offered, sitting back down. He studied the girl, a new-found interest.
"It's a onetime thing, Kallus," she scowled, her voice void of emotion.
"Either I use it on him, or no one does," her eyes steadily met Kallus's, but this time there was no extra energy, no special power.
Kallus pursed his lips, "How would you go about this?"
She threw her arms behind her head, annoying Kallus. How did she go about life like nothing matters?
"Small things at first...little fights between the crew, disobeying orders—," She looked up, as if checking for anything she had missed.
"Then," Her voice suddenly intensified, her face split into a wicked grin.
"Eventually, he'll stay in the entranced state…he'll be unable to resist anything anyone tells him," She glanced gleefully up at Kallus. There was something mad about that smile.
Kallus met her gaze, even though, after his previous experience, his head screamed no. He was surprised to see the same madly excited gleam in her eyes. Yeah, he could work with her.
"I think you may have gotten yourself a job," Kallus remarked, a thin smile forming.
"Very well, we will discuss the payment. I have heard it is…high," She gave Kallus her "look" and he knew this wouldn't come cheap. But the thought of getting the voice of hope, the last Padawan, on the Empire's side was too good to pass up.
But, tell me Kallus, who is this lucky boy?" the girl yawned, gathering her cloak in her hands.
"A Jedi—the one they call Ezra Bridger."
Duh, duh, duhn...
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~TheChosenOne260