Hello my friends. I'll it admit it's been over a week since I last updated this story, but then I never said I'd do so on a daily basis. Anywhom, here's Chapter 4.

Disclaimer. I Do Not own Star Wars. It is owned by Disney and Lucas Arts. I just own this story and My OC's.

Chapter 4

The next day, Vida found herself on sorting duty. Unsurprisingly, the leaders of the Guild had heard about her "crazy stunt", and this was her punishment, rifling through a bunch of old salvage piles.

This is what I get for saving Matao, she thought to herself. Oh well, at least no one will yell at me for this.

"Hey Vida."

Vida looked up and saw her friend Shella.

"Hey Shella."

"They just brought in another load of scrap. Can you get started sorting through it? I can cover things here."

"Sure, by why can't you do it?"

"Let's just say, you're the better climber."

Vida sighed "It's really that much?"

"Yup."

"Fine, I'll get started on it."

Vida walked over to the dump site, where the new scrap pile was. And boy was Shella right when she said it was a lot.

Their must be at least ten tons of scrap hear, Vida thought dejectedly. Well, better get started.

About an hour later, Vida had barely managed to make a dent in the pile. She had sorted through a bunch of metal platting, some worn out power converts and energy couplings, over six dozen old power cells, and enough coolant hoses for squad of fighters. That's when she came across something unexpected.

The object in question was cylindrical in shape, with two plates attached to one end, and a metal ring on the other. It had a box in the center, and the ring looked like it could be worn on a clip. It was dirty, and slightly tarnished, but Vida could see a bit of dull yellowish coloring on the plates. The end with the plates had a hole in its center, ending in a small port.

I wonder what it's for, she thought to herself.

"Hey Vida."

Vida looked up from her newly discovered object to see her friend coming towards her.

"You got through that pile already Shella?"

"It's not like their was that much left," her friend replied. "You would not believe the amount of beat up old power cells I found in that pile. What's that?"

"This," Vida replied, holding up her mystery cylinder. "I have no idea."

"You're gone take it home, aren't you?"

"Maybe. It could use a cleaning, whatever the heck it is. You think the Guild would mind?"

"Considering it looks older than most of the ships we take apart, probably not. You want some help finishing up this heap?"

"Sure," Vida smirked. "Race you to the top," she called, as she made a dash for it.

"Hey, no fair!"

Later that night, Vida was at home at her desk cleaning the mysterious object. By now she had manage to remove most of the grime that had covered it and now she was working hard to polish it. Now that it was mostly clean, she could that there was much beauty to it. The two plates had a golden hue to them, and the main body was black in color, with a beautiful and complex pattern embroidered on it. The box was mostly silver with a bronze top.

I've never seen anything like it, Vida thought. I wish I could figure out what it is.

It didn't take her long to get an answer. As she was working around the center, she jostled the box, and with a hiss, a bright beam of light shot out of the end with the golden plates, burning into the power lamp on her desk.

"Whoa!"

Vida jumped back when she saw the beam, dropping the cylinder on the floor. As soon as it hit the floor the beam disappeared back into the cylinder, as the remains of the power lamp fell with it with a clatter.

"Vida, what was that?"

"Nothing mom," Vida replied, still not entirely sure what had just happened. "I just, err, knocked over a couple of things on my desk."

Vida heard her mom sigh. "Well go to sleep dear. It's late, and I don't want to have to come in there tomorrow morning to drag you out of bed."

Vida grunted. "All right mom."

Vida cleaned up what was left of the lamp, and then straightened her desk space. But she didn't touch the cylinder again until after she was certain her mom was asleep. When she finally did, she jostled the box again, though this time keeping the hole the beam came out of up, and out of the way to prevent any more destruction.

Sure enough, as soon as she did that, the beam came to life once more, lighting up her room with it's glow. The beam was bright blue, like the sky on the few days when Bracca didn't have clouds of smog hanging in the sky. Vida felt in awe at the sight, but as she looked at it, several thoughts came to mind.

This is a light sword, no lightsaber, that's what Carllas said they were called. But don't they belong to a Jedi? Was there a Jedi on Bracca? What would they be doing here?"

The next day, Vida was on the hovertrain to work, with the lightsaber hidden in her pack. Matao was nearby, talking with two other riggers, and although she hadn't seen him, Vida was certain Carllas was on the train as well.

I wonder why I feel so sure he's hear, Vida thought to herself. Oh well. If he is here, maybe he can tell me were this thing came from.

Vida didn't get to dwell on the thought much longer, as with a sudden jerk, the hovertrain came to a halt. Moment's latter, a bunch of armored troopers storm the train. Vida had seen stormtroopers before, but these ones were different. Their armor was dark in color, with bits of silver and red, and dark red visors.

"Everyone off the train now," one of them barked.

Vida was forceful escorted out of the train along with the rest of the passengers, including Matao and Shella, the former of whom shot her a "don't do anything stupid" look. As soon as everyone was lined up outside, a shuttle flew overhead, and two figures jumped out of it, landing nearby, and began walking towards the assembly. One was a Zabrak, with pale yellowish skin, who wore black riding boots, and dark gray coat and trousers, with black armor on his shoulders and wrist. The other looked like a Mandalorian, with mostly black armor, except for one of her shoulder pieces, which was dark read, and had an Imperial crest on it, and the T shaped visor was dark red as well.

"Greetings, citizens," said the Zabrak, in a smooth and authoritative voice. "I am the Twelfth Brother, and this is my associate, the Thirteenth Sister. We are members of the Inquisitorius."

Inquisitorius, wondered Vida, what's that?

"We have come here because we have reports of a recent rescue by one of you. An impressive show I might add. Jumping from such a height is no easy feat, especially to do so without injury. Truly impressive. Almost Jedi-like, wouldn't you all agree?"

Vida mildly started when she heard the Zabrak. He was clearly talking about her and her rescue of Matao, but what he had just said. Her a Jedi? It couldn't be, could it?

"As you all know, the Jedi are criminals, dangerous traitors to the Empire. We know there is one among you. You will turn in this traitor here and now. If you do not, then you are all traitors, and will be treated thusly."

"And who are you to say this so-called Jedi is a traitor? If they saved someone, wouldn't that make them a hero?"

Vida turned in shock to see Matao confronting the Twelfth Brother, who seemed mildly annoyed by the scrappers outburst. What is he doing?!

"Do you think so, citizen," the Zabrak asked accusingly.

"It would certainly make them a lot more heroic than you," retorted the old scrapper. "What gives you the authority to threaten all of us just because of some supposed Jedi that might be in the area?"

The Zabrak stared hard at Matao. And then he cackled.

"I see" he said, turning his back to the old scrapper. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order."

The Twelfth Brother then turned to the Thirteenth Sister, who nodded her head, and reached for a cylinder with a circular handguard that hung from her waist.

Is that a lightsaber, Vida thought. Then her eyes went wide when she realized what was about to happen. "Matao, look out!"

Igniting her saber, the Thirteenth Sister charged forward, angling her red blade toward Matao's neck. Vida shut her eyes, not wanting to see her friend lose her head. But rather than a slashing sound, she heard nothing but silence. Opening her eyes, Vida saw that her Matao was still alive, the Inquisitor's blade about half a foot away from his neck.

"What are you doing," demanded the Twelfth Brother.

"I can't move," the Thirteenth Sister growled.

"Sir!"

The Twelfth Bother turned to the trooper who had just spoken, and then toward the direction said trooper was pointing. There, amongst the other passengers, was Carllas, with a hand outstretch toward the Thirteenth Sister.

"You would be unwise to harm these people," he said, in a calm, steady voice.

He thrusted his arm to the side, and the Thirteenth Sister was thrown several feet away from Matao. She flipped back to regain her footing, and snarled at Carllas. The Twelfth brother ignited his own saber, pointing it's blade at the old man.

"So, there are still Jedi to be found in this refuse heap after all."

"Indeed there are Darksider, and you will find we are not so easy to deal with."

"We," questioned the Thirteenth Sister.

Suddenly, another lightsaber ignited behind the inquisitors. There was Jaeger, holding said lightsaber to his side, cocked forward, its golden yellow blade ready to attack.

"Leave them alone, Inquisitors," he snarled.

Vida was now truly shocked. The proof was right in front of her, but she couldn't believe it. Carllas and Jeager were Jedi?!

Well, now you know. For those of you who are wondering why I went with OC Inquisitors, as I've said before, I wanted to make write this story in a way that you could possibly fit it into you own head canon, and if I went with pre-existing Inquisitors, I'd be restricted to their fate in Canon. But don't worry if you're a fan, one of them will make an appearance, I promise.

As always, fell free to leave a comment, but keep it clean, respectful and constructive.

Chao for now.