Hi! I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first Chapter, and here's the second one. Hope you guys like it!
The Inquisitor nearly laughed out loud at the ignorance of the rebels.
Instead, he simply let a wolfish smile come through. He sat in one of the simple rooms of the nearly deserted base, with only a table and a chair, listening to sounds of the Stormtroopers battling the rebels outside. Oh sure, the Stormtroopers would most definitely lose, but that didn't matter. Stormtroopers were just tools, tools that could be discarded.
Dismissing the thought of Stormtroopers away from his mind, he focused deep into himself. He felt… power. Cruel, dark, unforgiving power inside of him. Power he had been storing just for this occasion. The boy should feel honored I had gone through all this just for him. His plan was all falling into place, exactly like it should.
It hadn't taken a genius to figure out that the rebellion was low on supplies. Security had been boosted up a notch and the rebellion had to turn to deserted or lowly armed bases to get the supplies they needed so desperately, or else the all the effort, sacrifice and hard work the rebellion had done would simply fade into nothing. So when the ship Ghost had been reported to be spotted on Lothal, the Inquisitor had seized this chance eagerly to turn that Bridger boy into his willing apprentice. There was only one lowly armed base on Lothal, so he headed there at top speed. He hadn't been disobeying orders either. Darth Vader had ordered him to track down the rebels, especially the Jedi. And, he had also added that if they can be turned, turn them. The Jedi would be harder, so the Inquisitor could use the boy to turn his master. If the master couldn't be turned- well, too bad. He will just dispose of him. But the boy most certainly could, and would.
Still alert and listening despite his thoughts, his honed senses sensed that the skirmish seemed to be drawing to an end. He closed his eyes and focused, and he drew in the Force. Reaching deep into his core, he nudged that part of him that was cold, hard, and evil and he combined his power with the Force. The power was astonishing. But it was wild, and stubborn, and unwilling to acknowledge its master. To be its master, one must be strong. But the Inquisitor was strong.
You… are… mine…
The power subsided a little, and then continued its struggle to free itself from the grasp of the Inquisitor.
You- are- mine…
The power seemed untamable. It was a wild, dark, cold, and free-willed, unwilling to obey any commands.
YOU- ARE- MINE!
The Inquisitor controlled the power, seized it, and made it his. Mine. The power unwilling obeyed, but soon, very soon, it turned into the Inquisitor's faithful servant. Slowly, steadily, without any intention of rushing, he sent tendrils of it out into the skirmish. Almost immediately, he found the boy's signature through the Force, as well as the rest of the rebels' and the dwindling amount of Stormtroopers. He was pleased he found it so quickly… that meant things would progress faster than he had hoped.
He brushed against it and felt the boys mental shields go up as well as the alarm and fear that was emmiting from within his mind but he had caught him by surprise. Besides, he was far stronger than a mere boy. Power rushed forwards into the boy's mind. Snaking in, intruding. He was glad he caught the boy off-guard. The plan was going perfectly. Ignoring the alarm and pain in the boy's mind, he pushed deeper in, seeking the very bottom to take root. It was hard though- he was surprised by the amount of stubbornness the boy had. Yet pleased. Stubbornness could be determination, and determination was a good trait for becoming an Inquisitor. Determination meant that he would get a job done no matter what.
Filing that piece of information away, bit by bit, he reached in deeper. Memories, thoughts, feeling, rushed past him. There was no time to examine them- he could do so later. Now, the main objective was to simply take control over Bridger's mind. Not that he could've examined them then. They were spinning around, bending and stretching to impossible images. The boy was defenseless against his powers. Oh, how amusing it was when hopelessness flashed within his mind!
Finally, he reached to the very bottom of his mind. Secrets lurked, and the darkest secrets and feelings, ones even the Bridger boy didn't know himself, were open to him. Quickly, knowing he did not have much time left, he planted his power, part of himself in. He try to mold it to Ezra's pattern of his thoughts and mind. Therefore, the rebels would me more likely to believe that Ezra was still Ezra when he… just wasn't exactly himself. Pain was like a dull thrum behind the boy's mind, a steady beat, and an occasional strong flare whenever the Inquisitor nudged somewhere sensitive. It wasn't like the Inquisitor was trying to be gentle either. He ignored the pain the boy was feeling and continued his work.
There, at the very bottom was also Ezra's very being. The centre of his mind. Rushing forwards, he started enveloping him in his essence. Just go to sleep… he cooed.
This is my mind…. Oh how amusing this boy was turning out to be! That sentence betrayed how tired and pained he was. It was a mere whisper. Suddenly, he felt a pang of doubt. What if he forced himself in too much? Would the boy die?
He dismissed those thoughts almost immediately. If he didn't survive, well, that meant he simply wasn't strong enough. And, there was no harm done. After all, of he died, the hope of the rebellion would die too. He pressed down upon his mind, ignoring the boy's natural instincts in attempts to throw him off. Feeling the boy's consciousness slowly, ever so slowly dimming, as it tried to escape the pain he seized the chance and locked the boy inside of him, while ordering it to sleep.
Sleep….
The boy's consciousness dimmed down, yet it was still active, like it was in a trance. Feeling a surge of triumph, yet he knew the job wasn't complete yet. Carefully, he sifted through the boy's memories, now almost his, and deleted the thoughts of being attacked. Filling in the gaps with conjured thoughts of feeling dizzy and then fainting, he felt the boy's (or perhaps it was now his) body temperature rising as it tried to adjust itself to a new consciousness. There, he thought, satisfied, now everyone will think he simply fainted from the fever. He withdrew a little, and surveyed his work with a hint of elation. His mind was now filled with his essence, yet he could still let the boy's consciousness shine through a little to fool the rebels into thinking he was still himself when the Inquisitor had no time to control him.
You're now mine…
Sorry this chapter was just pretty much last chapter but I thought it would be important to write from the Inquisitor's point of view occasionally.
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