Mr. Kallus

I don't care if it isn't Christmas! I'm writing this anyway!

This is for Jedi Alice's challenge! I chose to write a Star Wars Rebels story! With Agent Kallus as Mr. Scrooge!

I legit just realized it was due today.

Somewhat Modern AU where the Empire isn't as bad and Christmas is a thing I guess.

Resisting urge to write a Hamilton song in the story.

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Agent Kallus was sitting at his desk, working on his papers. He had been doing this for most of the day, it was getting late in the evening now, soon time to close and return home.

His co-worker was working in a smaller and much colder room next to his, with only a candle to keep him warm. The man was named Kanan Jarrus, he was younger than Agent Kallus, though he did have a family.

"Jarrus! Your time is up you may go." The older man said as Kanan walked out his room.

"Thank you sir," he replied putting on his coat and hat, he began to head for the door.

"Don't forget, I want you back here tomorrow by sunrise."

Kanan halted and turned to face his boss with a surprised look on his face, "But sir! Tomorrows Christmas!"

"Does it look like I care," Kallus snapped at him, "If you want to still get paid then you'll come back tomorrow morning as I told you. Am I clear?" He then handed credits over to Kanan for his daily pay. It wasn't a lot.

"I…" Kanan paused, he didn't get a lot of money from this job, but there wasn't any other one he could get, "Of course Kallus. I'll… see you tomorrow." He opened the door and smiled at the man, "Merry Christmas!"

Once the door closed and he left Kallus rolled in eyes in annoyance. "Christmas," he scoffed. He put on his coat and helmet and headed out the door.

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The Imperial Agent, Kallus, walked through the streets of the city Lothal. The cold winter wind nipped at his face, making the metal helmet colder than it already was. This was one of the rare years when Lothal got this much snow. It had gotten all muddy and slushy now of course, squishing under Kallus' now muddy and wet boots.

Small choirs stood on the sidewalks, singing Christmas carols and advertising for donations to the needy. He had no time for such things.

"Excuse me sir?" A voice said behind him. The Agent turned around to face two men, Grint and Aresko, "If you could, do you have time to make a donation-"

"No I don't have time," he replied harshly, "I don't have the time nor do I want to donate. I have my own problems."

"Sir, please be reasonable-"

"I said no. Go away." He snapped and turned around and quickly headed away from the two men.

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Kallus arrived at his house, a tall mansion like building. It showed he was much richer than everyone else in Lothal, showed his power and importance. He entered his home and put away his coat. The house was cold and dark, so he put on a fire, he couldn't bother himself with using up electricity. He made himself a cold dinner and sat on a couch by the fireplace. A depressing scene really.

Suddenly a face appeared in the fire, the face of his dead partner, Tarkin. Kallus almost dropped his food in surprise, he rubbed his eyes and put away his bowl, "I'm seeing things. I should go to bed."

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Once he was changed into his nightclothes he got into bed, only to hear a loud clanging of metal and moaning from the hall, at first he thought it was just the wind on the doors. But soon it grew louder and closer, until it was right outside his door. Kallus usually wasn't one to show fear but this was an exception, he pulled up the covers and shook. Soon a eerie dull light entered the room, the light took form of a tall man with chains wrapped around him.

"T-Tarkin?!" Kallus said, now shaking more than ever and staring at his former partner with wide, frightened eyes.

"Yes, it is me," he said walking closer, "Look at me Kallus!"

"You can't be real!" He shouted, "You're dead!"

"Indeed I am, but I am your former partner."

"H-how?" He asked, trembling.

"Do you see these chains Kallus?" Tarkin asked.

The man nodded slowly.

"I wear these chains to suffer for all eternity. To suffer for all the misdeeds that I have done."

Kallus was quiet, he wasn't sure what to say, suddenly your supposedly dead working partner comes to you in the middle of the night as a ghost? That's a lot to take in.

"And you too shall wear these chains if you don't heed my warning!" He shouted pointing to Kallus.

"W-what?! What have I done?"

"Tonight you shall be visited by three spirits." Tarkin said, "And after the last one, if you do not follow what they tell you, you shall suffer the same fate as I."

"I-I don't understand…"

Tarkin let out a ghostly moan and disappeared. Kallus shot out of bed, gasping and sweating when he looked around. The room was dark and empty, "I must have been seeing this again…" he sighed, "It was only a bad dream. Yes… only a dream."

Kallus fell back to sleep soon afterwards, believing Tarkin's message only to be a dream. But it was not a dream at all.

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Hooray! It's done!

Forgive me for shortness of the chapter, it was kind of rushed. Also forgive me if I get anything wrong. I've only seen two Scrooge movies.

Hope you enjoy even though it's spring here!

~ Paint