I suddenly had a … horrible urge … to write a female OC.
0_o
Miriam Bridger.
Age seventeen, five foot six, academy level five.
Blaster fire chinged in the transparisteel room as the academy students practiced. Feet set apart, expressions wiped, hands rigidly clutching a blaster. Every Lothal student was reared to serve the Empire.
Some still had trouble with compassion.
One of such, the Inquisitor noted, was the blue-haired humanoid on his report. He glanced over her briefly, logging his observations. Heavy built with solid limbs; perfect for a soldier. Unusual blue hair that would make her an easy target without a helm. Stern grey eyes that flinched whenever her mind wandered in that soft, flimsy fashion, akin to the fantasies that led stalwart stormtroopers astray.
That compassion would be the first trait annulled.
"You say this one is Force-sensitive," the Inquisitor said to the academy instructor.
"She is the most advanced in her level," the instructor agreed. "Her field work is impressive. Would you like a demonstration?"
"No." He would test her with a lightsaber soon enough. If she was competent. If her mind was cleansed to Imperial standards. "When was this one recruited?"
The Inquisitor already knew. Academy records dictated that she had been removed to Imperial quarters at age twelve, when her parents were arrested for treason. She was transferred to the academy at age thirteen. She had passed five levels in four years. Impressive records indeed.
But there were many prodigies at the Lothal Academy. Even more on Coruscant. Exceptional minds did not birth Sith Lords.
No, what the Inquisitor sought was passion. Hatred. Unquenchable fire.
"You say that this one is prone to violence," he said with intrigue.
"Well…." The instructor shrugged uncomfortably, reluctant to divulge the information. "The medical reports do imply she struggles with post-traumatic disorders. There have been some … accidents, but only one report of an intentional injury to another student."
"Does she regret her actions?" the Inquisitor asked immediately.
The instructor bristled. "My lord, I do not train my students to butcher one another."
"Answer my question."
Shiftily the instructor looked away. "She apologized as was required."
Interesting. "And why did she attack this student in the first place?"
The instructor sighed. "Apparently he was a childhood acquaintance. He said something about a blue-haired kid and she gashed him from ear to hip."
The Inquisitor's breath caught. How very interesting. There must be a family member involved; perhaps a sibling; someone to motivate her to anger without cause. Her passion ignited animosity, and she justified mauling the one who had insulted her.
How useful.
"Send this one to my transport," the Inquisitor instructed. "I will personally test her abilities."
Who knows; perhaps Bridger would make a fine apprentice.
Unlike her parents, she would live to serve the Empire.
Random, unjustified theory for who the new Inquisitor could have been. (If Ezra hadn't been an only child.)
I make it a rule never to insert female OC's as family members. Where has my moral compass gone? 0_o