It was later into the night after the two were officially part of the Fairy Tail guild…Kanan and The Inquisitor were still active while the rest of the guild slept. They'd picked out a nice spot near the hilltops that surrounded Mangolia to train with their lightsabers. The Inquisitor was still able to remember some lightsaber forms, including Kanan's favored Form III, Soresu.
They both helped each other. Kanan used variation and skill of Jar'kai, double lightsaber combat, to help The Inquisitor practise with his spinning lightsaber. They were able to run through various Form's that they wouldn't have trouble with, using variations of defense of Form I and Form III, the aggressiveness of Form V, Djem So, and the fluidity of Form II, Makashi.
Putting all of them together, they now had some good hope and motivation to continue to develop their techniques while they still relied on the Force to guide them to the future. Even if Kanan and The Inquisitor were on opposite ends of the Light and Dark Sides of the Force, it was still all part of the same Force that surrounded them and called out to.
"This is good routine." Kanan nodded.
"Yes, this is the best I could do…For both of us." The Inquisitor said.
"It was convenient that you remembered some lightsaber forms but what about everything else?" Kanan questioned.
"What is everything else?" The Inquisitor responded back in question.
"The Empire, the Jedi?" Kanan reminded him. "There's only so much we can remember."
"Oh…That…" The Inquisitor realised. "As an Inquisitor, it was my job to hunt Jedi like you. Fortunately, I think my ranks and privileges have been revoked. There's no Empire on this planet to tell me what to do anymore. No Empire to impose on Magic."
"Well if the Force can be wielded and we still have our sabers." Kanan pointed out. "If that's the case, our own universe shouldn't be too far away. I just the hope whatever's out there, stays clear away from this planet."
"Even with the both of us out of the picture, where does that leave you?" The Inquisitor asked.
"What are you talking about again?" Kanan questioned.
"Please tell me you remember the part where I said I was falling into fire, looking up at you…" The Inquisitor groaned, face palming.
"OH…!" Kanan then realised. "If you were looking up to me before I disappeared from your view. Knowing you, you should have escaped that star ship."
"And yet we're both here branched off from who we used to be." Kanan commented. "Oh yeah that's right…Only I was supposed to live after my enemy perished."
"We've already established that we are not enemies now." The Inquisitor said. "I believe that is something I can live with."
"Well I guess we're going to be living for quite a lot with Fairy Tail!" Kanan smirked.
"Yes…" The Inquisitor agreed. "There will be disputes, there will be sorrow, but I presume our Master, Makarov, would emphasise all of us as family, both old and new faces."
"I just hope that Gray can control himself from causing another dispute." Kanan sighed.
"Well the more one fights with one another, the more connected they can become." The Inquisitor stated.
Kanan stood up and stretched his arms with a yawn. "Well, I going to sleep. I need rest."
"While you're sleeping, see if you dig up anything." The Inquisitor requested. "See if you can have project a vision. Let's try and gather more information."
"And put the pieces together, yeah sure…" Kanan yawned once more. "Good night."
The Inquisitor gave him a simple wave as Kanan went back into town to return to the guild so he can get to his sleeping quarters. The Inquisitor gave himself time to think, rubbing his chin as he looked at the dimly lit town while sitting cross-legged, looking at the stars.
He continued to try and think in peace now that he had that silent moment to himself, slowly breathing in and out to further calm his adrenaline from the training he'd done with Kanan.
The Inquisitor still exhaled while looking out into the stars and the dimly lit town. Continuing to sit for a couple of minutes thinking this whole situation between him and Kanan…The air began to feel chilly and The Inquisitor could feel an ominous wind coursing down his neck.
"Hmm…?"
"Your task, is not complete Inquisitor…"
The Inquisitor didn't jump out of surprise from an unexpected mechanical voice that echoed nearby but instead reacted by widening his eyes. He pulled his lightsaber from his back and ignited both ends and stayed on alert, following the sound of the mechanical breath around the mountainous area that he was in.
Continuing to hold his doubled bladed lightsaber horizontally in front of his view, he stood quiet and could hear the breath becoming much louder than eventually it died down and The Inquisitor let out a sigh of relief.
Then from behind him, he heard the sound of a lightsaber activation, followed by the re-initiation of the breathing he had been tracking.
He turned and blocked an incoming strike from a…Dark…Unnatural being, who stood tall, was completely covered in a black suit of armor, and wore an intimidating mask.
"Disappointing Inquisitor…" The masked man blurted.
The Inquisitor despite his skill he believed and knew he possessed in the lightsaber, he was pushed back by a single stroke from the masked man's lightsaber, causing him to fall to the ground and have his own lightsaber deactivate.
"The Jedi lives…"
The man hung his lightsaber over his head and swung it down towards The Inquisitor, which he forced himself to roll out of the way.
"The Padawan is not turned…"
The Inquisitor stood back up, ignited one side of his lightsaber, and tried to keep himself on his feet so the Dark man.
"You have failed your mission. Now punishment is to be endured."
The Inquisitor found himself back on the ground and with their blades coming in contact, The Inquisitor ended up being disarmed, his lightsaber falling off the cliff, followed by a loud splash. With one hand, The Inquisitor was grabbed and held by his throat in the air. The dark man prepared to bring his lightsaber back so that he may be able to thrust it forward and deliver the final blow that would kill him.
The Inquisitor acted afraid of this dark man and instinctively and unconsciously pushed forward with the Force, causing the man to release him, but also cause The Inquisitor to fall into the abyss where his lightsaber fell.
In a single array of water surrounding him as he was dunked into the port, he instantly felt the sense and feeling that he hit ground instantly but the water was much shallower than he expected it to be. Checking his surroundings, he could see that he was inside a shallow cave pond.
He shot back up on his feet and shivered as he wandered aimlessly down a dark path with very little lighting and only the Force urging him to keep walking forward. The Inquisitor came to a dead end at the cave but as he observed the rock in front of him, he was able to see that there was a certain part of the rock that had been carved smoothly while the rest had been left in its natural, roughly shaped rock.
He called upon the Force and began to focus on the smooth stone in front of him. The stone then responded to The Inquisitor by sinking into the ground, opening some kind of door with a barely visible sign to what was beyond it. The Inquisitor took a long breath and stepped beyond the rock door.
The door rose back up again and it sealed The Inquisitor inside, leaving him with no chance of return. When he turned back and his arms swayed across his face, he could tell and feel like he was in different clothing.
"What's this…?"
The Inquisitor found that his original clothing had somehow switched out and now he was in the regular attire that had apparently matched Jedi robes, if not then he knew that he was wearing real Jedi robes. He looked back up from the robes he was wearing and saw a great, tall hand standing before him, looking out towards a huge complex array of buildings and structures in the distance that were much larger than Magnolia.
At The Inquisitor's side, a basic dark colored lightsaber stood at the side of his belt. It seemed to have been a replacement to the disk lightsaber he'd just lost. Just as he was turning around to explore where he had ended up, flashes of soldiers dressed in white armor appeared in his mind, with them firing blasters with blue projectiles while Jedi were being slaughtered by the barrage of men surrounding them.
If The Inquisitor didn't know any better, those were soldiers who were dressed in Imperial Stormtrooper armor…Or maybe…It could have been…NO. Before the later years in the Empire, Clone Troopers continued their service after the Galactic Republic's conversion to the Galactic Empire, the Empire he once served.
Whatever was about to happen, the Jedi were the primary targets for the yet-to-be Empire. This is where it all began in the closing days of the Clone Wars and the disbandment of the Republic and rise of the Empire.
"I'm in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant…" The Inquisitor realised. "But if this is supposed to be the temple and there are Je-"
He jumped from the sound of loud footsteps coming from the temple entrance in the distance. Clone Troopers with their blasters raised up, walking in a large formation, guided by a man in a dark cloak, holding a gray lightsaber on his right hand.
"Get the Jedi men! Execute Order 66!" The soldiers shouted.
The man in the dark cloak and activated his lightsaber. The Inquisitor was expecting someone armed with a red colored blade to represent the Jedi's enemy, the Sith, but the color of the leader's lightsaber was blue.
With the lightsaber The Inquisitor had, he ignited it but soon found himself being bombarded by the constant fire from the clones. He did his best to block every single shot at him but he found himself however, succumbing to the clones and getting shot multiples times in the torso. He fell backwards but death did not come but instead, his re-awakening.
He felt like he was sinking as the clone troopers ran past him, followed by their leader with the blue lightsaber, ordering to leave no survivors, kill every Jedi.
The Inquisitor found himself back on the hill where he had been training the night before. The city of Magnolia still stood proudly in front of him.
"Order 66…I wonder where Jarrus was at that time…" The Inquisitor wondered. "Or perhaps his Master was the reason he was to live?"
The Inquisitor looked around and his lightsaber was misplaced and was not around with him, as if everything that he dreamt occurred and he needed to find a new weapon to become accustomed to.
"Hmm…Or maybe…"
For an odd reason that he couldn't truly explain, he cocked an eyebrow staring at the blue sky, picturing Mirajane wielding his lightsaber.