Velken enter the Sovereign's bridge dressed in full Darkstar armor. Anytime they were on duty, the Darkstars were dressed for combat. The idea was that at any time, a battle could take place and their unit would always be ready for it. As the Darkstar CO, Velken had to lead by example. He couldn't help but chuckle as most of the bridge officers stared at him. Most of them had never seen combat and if they had, it was done via ship to ship. They've never fought against an enemy hand to hand with nothing but your own training and experience keeping you alive. They've never fought in trenches with bombs bursting overhead. The Darkstars never recruited people who fought battles sitting in a chair.
Risar Velken was originally a Judicial before the Clone Wars. They were the non-Jedi peace officers for the Galactic Republic. Most of the higher echelons of the Republic Fleet and later the Empire had graduated from their academy including Wilhuff Tarkin himself. Velken's hatred towards non-humans began there after noticing the severe lack of alien cadets. It was humans who volunteered to protect the Republic while the aliens were happy to reap the benefits but do nothing to protect it. Velken was one of the first non-clone cadets to graduate as an ARC trooper. He fought on the front lines on Felucia, Cato Nemoidia, and many others.
The one mission that got him recognition among the brass was his mission to Mygeeto. He was fighting alongside Jedi Master Ki-Ai-Mundi when he was given Order 66 by Chancellor Palpatine. Velken heard how the clones had chips inside their heads to keep them loyal but he didn't need a microchip to be a patriot. He never questioned the order and the platoon waited patiently until the heat of battle before turning their guns on the Jedi. The old Cerean Master never saw it coming. Velken always hated the Jedi. Arrogant cloak wearing shamans who always spouted on about wise and righteous they were. They always looked down on the Judicals as if they were inferior but when war broke out, the Jedi should have stepped aside and let the real soldiers lead the fight. But not wanting to lose their grip of power in the Republic, the Jedi were given command of the war effort. They later tried to assassinate the Chancellor after he'd been stripping them of their military powers and they were appropriately wiped out.
"You summoned me Governor?" Velken spoke, standing at attention to Grand Moff Tarkin who was overseeing the bridge on the raised walkway that cut through the middle of the room. Standing to the Governor was Commander Abel LaSal, the Sovereign's XO. He was just as unremarkable as most of the bridge officers. Someone who's never even seen combat.
"I trust your case will be wrapped up by tomorrow? Having all these witnesses speak about the loss of their relatives is becoming redundant," Tarkin inquired.
"I'll conclude my list by tomorrow. After that, it's just a matter of allowing Lt. Commander Kowell to waste your time," answered Velken.
"This is no waste of time. There are more eyes watching this case then just those on Lothal. Make no mistake this trial will enlighten most of the Outer Rim the horrors of rebellion and it's price. This isn't just about executing those traitors but destroying the spirits of those who fight for their cause," Tarkin remarked.
"They will be after the executions," agreed Velken.
"Make sure they are quick and painless. The Empire must be seen as better then these terrorists," Tarkin added. The Grand Moff wanting grant a small act of mercy? That would be a first but his reasoning was sound.
"It's going to be a long day Major, I suggest you get some rest," Tarkin suggested. He turned to Commander LaSal and said, "You have the con."
"Yes sir," replied LaSal as Tarkin headed towards the exit. When someone like Tarkin 'suggests' something, it isn't a suggestion. Only the Emperor or Imperial Ruling Council could ignore the Grand Moff's words but no one else. Lord Vader might be able to but Velken had no idea where that man was in the hierarchy of the Empire. Then again he wasn't sure if Vader was even human at all. So when Tarkin says to get some rest, you get some bunk time.
Velken was about to leave before a rapid beeping sound emanated from the navigation console.
"Commander I'm detecting a small craft directly in our path," the navigational officer reported.
LaSal turned to face him and asked, "Can you identify it?"
"Yes. It appears to be a TIE/LN fighter. I'm not detecting any lifeforms onboard, it must be a derelict," the officer replied.
"How did it get there?" Velken asked, thinking out loud.
"Are there any other patrols in the area?" LaSal asked.
"Negative sir," the navigational officer answer.
"Coms contact Lothal Command and get an inventory report of all Ties in the system," ordered LaSal.
"The Star Destroyer's moving closer. Let's hope they take the bait," Hera whispered. The Ghost was floating in orbit with main power offline to avoid being detected. That included Chopper as well and though the droid was angry, he shut down after Hera promised to turn him back on the instant they get to the Star Destroyer. Ezra didn't need a connection to the Force to feel the tension in the room. The entire rescue mission was incredibly risky, almost suicidal. All it took was one thing to go wrong and they would all end up dead or rioting away in an Imperial prison. Sister's sudden change of mind took everyone by surprise, Ezra included. He liked to think it was because he convinced her that he was her friend but Ezra had no idea he real reasons. She claimed it was vengeance against the Grand Inquisitor but who knows if she was actually telling the truth.
Second Sister had changed back into her Inquisitor armor with a few noticeable patches. The crew of the Ghost had limited resources so they could only repair armor to an extent but at least it was better than nothing. Hera and Ezra didn't have any armor at all which is why Sister gets the honor of taking point. Surprisingly, she didn't argue. It was as if whatever doubts or fears she had about this mission had disappeared. Either Sister was truly confident about beating the Grand Inquisitor or she accepted that she wasn't coming out of this alive.
"Thanks for doing this," Ezra whispered to her. They were both seated in the back, allowing him to whisper to her without the others hearing.
"I'm not doing this for you," Sister remarked.
"Yeah well thanks anyway," Ezra replied.
"Don't thank me for anything. There's a good chance none of us are getting off that ship alive," snorted Sister.
"Hey if you're worried about my vision coming true…," Ezra said.
"I decide my own destiny," interrupted Sister. She clearly didn't seem like she wanted to talk about it further so Ezra decided to drop it.
"Sir there's been no reports of any stolen Imperial craft in the Lothal system. Either it's from another system or it was stolen months ago," reported the Coms officer.
"Probably stolen by brigands to dismantle for parts then abandoned whenever they were done with it," concluded LaSal.
"So they just kept it in storage for months before taking it apart Commander?" frowned Velken.
LaSal threw him an annoyed look. "Tactical prep a tractor beam and drag it into the hangar bay. I want a forensics team to analyze it," he ordered.
"Understood sir. Locking on…" replied the tactical officer. "Lock achieved. Field established and stable. Diverting the craft to Bay 5."
Technically Velken didn't need to stay on the bridge to see this through. He should just go back to his quarters and get some rest but he was curious to find out what was going on.
"They bought it!" Hera nearly shouted with excitement. Unlike everyone else, she was using binoculars to glance through the view screen to see what was going on. With main power down, that meant sensors were down so they had to use their eyes to know if the plan was working.
Ezra rushed up to the front to see the Star Destroyer getting closer and closer. They needed to wait until the Tie was inside the massive vessel's hangar bay before detonating it. If the Imperials suspected anything was amiss, they'd destroy the fighter from a distance and also destroy any chance of rescuing the others.
"Almost there…" said Hera whispered. Ezra held his breath. "…almost…NOW!"
Hera pressed the detonator button and within moments, the lights on the Sovereign all went dark.
Velken staggered, trying to stay on his feet along with everyone else as the entire bridge was rocked by some kind of explosion. Lights and consoles flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness before the emergency lights turned on.
"Report!" shouted LaSal.
"We've lost main power. Some kind of pulse detonation in Bay 5," reported the tactical officer.
"Go to auxiliary power," ordered LaSal.
"Their power is down," reported Hera. She quickly turned the main engine back online as Ezra turned on Chopper. The lights and console lite up as power was restored to the ship.
"Remember dock at Port Two-Two-Three R. It's the closet airlock to the detention block," Sister reminded them.
"Strap in Ezra. We're going on," ordered Hera.
It wasn't long before the bridge doors were forced open by security personal and Tarkin stormed inside. He got a quick summary of the situation and took command. The Sovereign was down to emergency and life support power only.
"If main power is offline then so is our all clear signal. The Iron Victory and the Enforcer will be here shortly," Tarkin said.
"It's the rebels. They must be onboard," surmised Velken.
"They're going to board a Star Destroyer? That's insane," protested LaSal.
"I underestimated these rebels. I never expected them to be this reckless," Tarkin spoke. "And now they will pay for it. Is internal coms still available?"
"No sir. It was disabled like the rest of the systems," reported LaSal.
Tarkin turned to Velken and said, "Major assemble your team and get down to the detention block. That is where the rebels will be heading. Should you beat them there, I want you to terminate the prisoners. We cannot allow anyone to escape."
"Yes sir," Velken saluted then put on his black helmet.
"Keep the Engine running Chopper. Hopefully we'll be back soon," Hera told the droid as she joined Sister and Ezra at the airlock. The droid saluted her with his arms and rolled back inside the ship.
Ezra felt incredibly nervous as the doors opened to the interior of a Star Destroyer. He's been on missions before but none as dangerous or as important as this one. Also he always had Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb backing him up in situations like these. He knew in his vision that he managed to rescue them but whether they got away or not wasn't so certain. Sister's comments about making her own destiny also made him question if maybe such visions weren't perfect and could be changed. Ezra wanted only one thing to change that he saw and that was the ending.
Sister went first, her lightsaber drawn and decked in full armor. Her face mask was closed, making her look as terrifying as the Grand Inquisitor. Had she not been injured when Ezra first met her, he doubted he would have said two words to her. But she had been injured and now here they were. If the Force has a will, it certainly had a strange sense of humor.
Sister, Ezra, and Hera passed through the airlock and entered a hallway. To their relief, main power seemed to be out and every trooper in sight were unconscious. Sabine's stun grenade cluster worked like a charm.
"How long do you think they'll stay out?" asked Ezra.
Sister summoned one of the unconscious trooper's baster to her hand and fired a series of shots that hit every Stormtrooper in the skull, instantly killing them all. "Now we won't have to find out," Sister said to a stunned Ezra and Hera.
Sister knew the others didn't approve of her methods but she didn't much care. Had those troopers regained remained alive, they could have caused trouble on their way back to the airlock. How in the galaxy did these rebels manage to survive this long if they didn't take out threats while they could. Taking the high road was easy for the Jedi because they'd have the backing of the Republic and they were ten thousand strong. Now they were just a memory. Kanan and Ezra weren't Jedi, just poor imitations of them and Sister considered that to be a good thing.
Chopper's digitized grunts emitted from Hera's com, warning that two Star Destroyers were approaching the Sovereign and were launching multiple shuttles. No doubt they contained multiple squads of Stormtroopers to protect Grand Moff Tarkin and kill any intruder onboard. That sure was fast but then again, this is Tarkin's flagship. "We're going to have a lot of incoming very shortly," Hera said.
"Then let's go," said Ezra, quickly rushing ahead of everyone else. Using sketches Sister made of the Star Destroyer schematics, all three of the team knew the route to get from the airlock to the detention block.
"Ezra slow down," Hera called out to him while Sister rolled her eyes. The two were forced to move faster to catch up with him. Ezra sometimes acted too much like a Jedi Padawan. Rushing into matters head first without thinking or in this case running too fast. Just because most of the Imperials they've entered so far were unconscious didn't mean that everyone on the entire ship was. They needed to be cautious.
Sister's concerns proved correct as she could sense something up ahead. "Ezra move!" she shouted.
Up ahead, a dozen Stormtroopers rounded a corner and readied their weapons. "It's the rebels. Open fire!" shouted one of the troopers.
Ezra quickly ignited his lightsaber but he couldn't possibly block every shot. He was still just a Padawan and learning the basics of blast deflection.
Sister, with a motion of her hand, sent Ezra flying backwards and right into Hera who caught him. Sister jumped in front of both of them, igniting her lightsaber and activing it's spin function. The Stormtroopers opened fire, liting up the hallway with blaster fire. Sister acted as a shield, blocking every shot.
"Grenade!" one of them shouted. He pulled out a thermal detonator and tossed it down the hallway. The best thing about the Inquisitors' secrecy is that most Stormtroopers had no idea how to fight them or simply believed they were just stage magicians who had nothing but a bag of tricks. It made dealing with Imperial troopers a simple matter.
With a motion of Sister's hand, the grenade changed direction in mid-air and flew right back at the Stormtroopers. They didn't have a chance to react before it landed at their feet and exploded. Sister put up a telekinetic shield as the explosion engulfed most of the hallway. It wasn't the blast she needed to worry about but the fragmented debris launched in every direction. Numerous small scraps of molten metal froze in mid-air in front of her as the explosion extinguished. It took a moment for the smoke to disperse to reveal numerous corpses, some unrecognizable from the blast. The only thing that mattered was there were no survivors.
"Uhh…thanks," said Ezra, realizing he'd probably be dead if Sister didn't pull him back.
"Don't make this a habit," grumbled Sister. She noticed he looked very troubled. "What is it?"
"I saw what just happened in my vision," Ezra replied grimly.
"Vision? What vision?" asked Hera and didn't seem too pleased Ezra was keeping secrets from her.
"Can you two discuss this while we're moving?" Sister grumbled.
The three got moving again with Ezra staying behind Sister, learning from his mistake. "I was meditating earlier and I had a vision. I saw us get aboard this ship and get attacked by those exact Stormtroopers," Ezra explained.
"What else did you see?" inquired Hera.
"I die," Sister answered matter-of-factly.
Explosions lite up the forest as Clone trooper launched mortars. The advancing Umbarans responded by liting up the night with blaster fire as they charged towards the airbase. The Clones had hastily established a defensive line comprised of barricades and heavy repeating blasters for the battle. The Umbarans had no tanks or air cover, nothing but infantry on foot with whatever weapons they were able to carry with them from the capital. They were certain to sustain heavy losses but that didn't matter to them. The air base was their only hope to gain necessary supplies to wage a possible guerrilla war that could drag the battle on for months. That wasn't going to happen.
The Clones gunned down the Umbarans as they charged. They were dropping like Gamorrean Flies in a freezer but still the Umbarans charged with almost no concern for their well-being. Varra was taking cover beside Rex and Dogma. The two clones fired at the advancing Umbarans while Varra deflected any incoming blaster bolts. Several nearby troopers screamed as they were hit, dropping to the ground.
"Man down! Medic!" were screamed but immediately drowned out as Umbarans grenades detonated near the barricades, forcing everyone to take cover.
"They're breaking through!" shouted Dogma as he resumed firing. The natives were starting to reach the barricades with the fighting devolving in close quarter and hand to hand fighting. Three Umbarans reached Rex's barricade, only for Varra to lash out with her lightsaber. She severed all three of their blaster rifles with a single slash then sent the natives flying through the air with a thrust of her hand.
"Jesse? Fives? Where are you?!" Rex shouted into his com. The two clones were supposed to be in the sky with two fighters that Krell hadn't sabotaged. The traitorous Jedi Master had disabled the tanks and most of the fighters but not all of them. As Jesse and Fives were the two who piloted fighters to the Separatist cargo ship, they were chosen to fly any operational fighter into combat. Unfortunately, they've yet to appear which meant they must have run into technical problems.
"Just another minute Captain," Fives' voice replied.
"We don't have a minute!" Rex shouted. He stood up and fired his blaster pistols. A small glowing insectoid machine crawled onto the barricade and jumped towards the Captain. The killer bot was inches away from the clone before Varra's lightsaber severed it in two. Rex was stunned momentarily and gave the Jedi Padawan a respectful nod.
Dogma stood up and fired away…only to get a blaster bolt into the chest. He slumped to the ground, dropping his weapon.
Varra could feel him dying, his emotions nearly screaming through the Force. His fear, his anger, his confusion, all bore themselves into Varra's head. His emotions weren't the only one. Varra had felt other clones as they died and their emotions were breaking her concentration. She was supposed to be able to block out such things with her Jedi training but something was wrong. The barrier she built in her mind to block out the Dark Side had crumbled due to Krell's betrayal and she was having a hard time putting it back up.
"No!" shouted Rex. He scrambled over to check on his brother and took off Dogma's helmet.
"I'm not a traitor…I'm not a traitor," Dogma gasped over and over again.
"You're not a traitor trooper and you're not dying either!" Rex shouted to him.
Dogma's eyes rolled into his head as he went still, taking his last breath. Varra could sense Rex's anger. Dogma was just a trooper trying to do his duty and had been manipulated by Krell into betraying his own brothers. He didn't deserve this. None of the troopers dying deserved this. They should have been able to fight off this attack with ease had Krell not sabotaged the tanks and aircraft. The thought of her master made Varra burn inside.
The Umbarans may not have been Krell but they were just like him. They were respectable citizens of the Republic and betrayed its trust by joining the Separatists. They were just like Krell, betraying allies when it's become convenient. The thought of the Umbarans made Varra burn inside.
Clenching her lightsaber harder, Varra stood up from cover. She wasn't thinking clearly, only seeing the Umbarans. Their anger echoed through the Force like a large stone dropped into a pond. Instead of pushing it all away, Varra instead let it inside of her. Their anger fueled her own as she jumped over the barricade and dashed forward.
"Commander! What are you doing?!" Rex shouted at her.
Varra charged into the Umbaran lines, twirling around her double-bladed lightsaber to form an impenetrable shield. It was a Soresu tactic that she had learned long ago to help her in her sparring sessions with Krell. He was always so fast and strong with his two double-bladed lightsabers that it was like trying to fight multiple opponents at once. After enough humiliations, Varra took a closer examination on some of Form 3's tactics. Her specialty was Ataru but that didn't mean she could take lessons from another style and apply it to her own.
Every blaster bolt fired at her was deflected aside. Varra could have tried deflecting some of it back at the Umbarans but that could weaken her defenses. Instead she just moved faster towards the nearest Umbaran. His rage turned to fear as Varra skewered him through the chest, killing him. She relished it as she used the Force to send the body flying into two others, knocking them down. She deflected an energy bolt and leaped into the air, deflected another shot before landing next to an Umbaran and decapitated him with a spin of her lightsaber.
She rushed into cover as more and more Umbarans were turning their attention away from the clones and attacking her. Varra summoned two grenades from the belt of the decapitated Umbaran to her hand. Pressing the detonator buttons, she hurled both of them into the middle of the mob advancing towards her. They didn't have time to scatter before the grenades detonated, killing dozens of Umbarans and knocking even more to the ground. Their fear and pain echoed through the Force and it felt righteous.
Blue blaster fire engulfed Varra's surviving attackers as Rex and the rest of the clones were focusing their fire to cover her. The Umbarans turned their attention back to the clones but by then it was too late. Two Umbaran fighters soared overhead, taking up firing positions above the battlefield. Fives and Jesse were about to decimate the entire Umbaran line.
"Commander get out of there!" Rex's voice came through Varra's com.
Varra ran as fast she could, gaining speeds beyond what any normal human could achieve. The Umbaran took several shots at her but she managed to deflect them away. Their main focus was on the fighters about to rain hell down on them.
Varra leaped through the air as Fives and Jesse laid waste to the ground beneath them. Their energy weapons decimating trees, plants, and most importantly Umbarans. Varra landed past the clone barricades, keeping her out of her the kill zone. The Umbarans quickly began to retreat as their casualties were skyrocketing.
"Jesse, Fives, don't let them escape. Either they surrender or they don't leave this valley alive," Rex ordered. It was a harsh call but they couldn't allow the Umbarans to establish a militia that could use hit and run tactics on Republic targets via guerilla warfare.
"Understood sir," Fives answered. The fighters raced away, firing at the retreating locals. The clones all cheered victoriously as Rex joined with Varra who was dusting herself off.
"That was incredible Commander. You ran straight into the enemy, shattered their line, diverted their attention from us, and got back here all without getting a scratch. That's something only Jedi Masters twice your age or General Skywalker could have accomplished," Rex congratulated her.
Varra should have been happy about what she did but it happened once again. When she was killing the Umbarans in that battle, she could feel their deaths in the Force. The most horrifying part was that she enjoyed it. Feeling her enemies' lives slip away was something she always blocked out before but she allowed herself to truly hate the Umbarans. It was almost intoxicating feeling someone you hated removed from the universe. These were emotions of the Dark side and Varra had allowed herself to feel them once again.
"Commander are you alright?" Rex asked, concerned.
"No. I don't think I'll ever be alright," whispered Varra.
Sister, Ezra, and Hera entered the detonation block but they were met by more Imperials. Stormtroopers fired at them from down the long hallway filled with holding cells. Sister stood in front of the others, the gyro setting on her lightsaber to form a shield.
"We can't stay here," Hera said. She fired a shot at the troopers but they took cover. They were well entrenched and there was no way the three rebels could rescue anyone until the Stormtroopers were dealt with.
With a wave of Sister's hand, two troopers were flung out of their cover. Hera and Ezra blasted them both as Sister motioned her hand again, flinging out another trooper. He was also shot leaving one left. Sister saved this for herself. He reached out with her free hand and clenched it shut. The remaining trooper dropped his weapon as he grasped his throat, gagging as Sister used the Force to constrict his neck. Then with her same free hand, made a backward motion. The trooper was suddenly thrusted forward, flying down the hallway and landed directly on Sister's waiting lightsaber. She kicked the dying man away and deactivated her lightsaber.
"Make this fast," ordered Sister.
Hera, Ezra, and Sister split checking each cell. Sister could tell if one was empty through the Force so she would simply move to the next. When she did feel someone inside of one, she tapped the door console to let himself in. The cell door shut up to the ceiling, revealing an oversized fur ball suspended in a stasis field.
"You?!" shouted a surprised Zeb. Sister was probably the last person he ever expected to be rescuing him.
"Did you miss me dead weight?" chuckled Sister as she moved towards the stasis field generator. She ignited her lightsaber and slashed it. Instantaneously, the field engulfing Zeb vanished and he dropped to the floor somewhat painfully.
Sister was amused by his grumbling as he got to his feet. "What are you doing here?" Zeb asked.
"Saving your furry hide. The ship just wouldn't be the same without your body odor sticking up the hallways," quipped Sister.
Zeb glared at her but didn't bother with a retort. She did just rescue him so he probably figured she could taunt him all she wants and she most certainly will.
The two exited the cell to find Ezra helping Kanan out of another cell and Hera emerging with Sabine from another. "Are you alright?" Hera asked Kanan who clearly got the worst of the torture.
"Nothing a week in a Bacta tank won't cure…on second thought make it a month," Kanan joked though obviously in pain.
"What are you doing here?" asked a stunned Sabine, just noticing Sister was in the rescue party. Kanan was just as surprised as she was.
"She's helping us," Ezra answered.
"Why?" asked a confused Kanan.
"Here's a better question. Why are you people talking when we should be leaving?!" shouted Sister.
"Sabine, Zeb, there's some bodies over there. Grab their weapons," Hera pointed down the hall to the dead troopers they just killed. The two quickly grabbed the blasters.
"Zeb, take Kanan. You're the strongest of us. The rest of us will cover you two," Hera said. Zeb took hold of Kanan from Hera and Ezra.
The cold sensation of the dark side rippled inside the room. Someone strong in the Force was approaching. Sister headed towards the front exit and ignited her lightsaber. "What is it?" asked Ezra.
He got his answer as the front blast door opened, shooting up to the roof revealing a Pau'an in Imperial armor and holding a lightsaber with a crimson energy blade. The Grand Inquisitor had arrived.
"Sister. Welcome back," he smiled.
"I thought I sensed something pathetic and revolting in the Force," hissed Sister. The Pau'an glanced past her. No doubt all the rebels behind her was raising their weapons, preparing to fight.
"You need only look into a mirror to find its source," mocked the Grand Inquisitor. "How the mighty have fallen. You were once Lord Vader's favorite hunter. The scourge of the Empire's enemies and now reduced to this. Aiding two imbeciles pretending to be Jedi who will die just as easily as their companions."
"Let's test that," said Ezra. He fired his stun cannon only for the Inquisitor to easily swat every shot aside. He thrusted out his free hand and Sister braced herself, readying a cocoon of telekinetic energy. It blocked the incoming wave that the Inquisitor unleashed. It hit her cocoon hard, causing her to slide backwards but she managed to weather it and stay on her feet. She glanced behind her to see her companions weren't so lucky. Every one of them was lying on the floor, moaning in pain.
"Like I said…easily," smiled the Inquisitor. Primary lights came back online as the emergency lights deactivated. Klaxons went off, signaling an intruder alert.
"And now primary power has been restored and your ship has fled. Perhaps you should not have entrusted it to a coward," mocked the Pau'an.
"Chopper come in…Chopper?" Hera spoke in her com. All she got in response was silence. Sister could sense her fear growing along with everyone else's. Blasted droid left them behind. That certainly screwed up their escape plan.
"Karabas," grumbled Zeb.
"I'm gonna scrap that droid if we get out of this," Ezra growled.
"This insanity you call a plan is crumbling like the Old Republic. There is no escape. All of you can either surrender or die," the Pau'an said.
Sister gave him his answer by thrusting both her hands out, sending out a telekinetic wave. The Inquisitor braced himself using a cocoon comprised of the Force to block it. It didn't knock him down but it did cause him to stagger back a little.
"Take the exit at the far end of the hallway. It'll lead you towards Engineering," Sister instructed the others.
"Why would we want to go there?" asked Zeb.
"I might have an idea," smirked Sabine. Of course the pyromaniac had to be the one to figure out why.
"What about you?" Ezra called out.
The Inquisitor lunged toward Sister, slashing at her chest. Sister managed to deflect the attack aside and lunged forward with an elbow strike to the chest. The blow knocked her opponent back a few steps, raising his blade defensively.
She knew that Ezra's vision meant this was probably her final stand and yet she wasn't running away. Ironic for someone who hated Jedi and aided hunting them down to extinction now was about to act like one. Jedi embraced what they considered to their destinies whether it be good or bad. Sister always hated the idea that the Force was controlling her fate and a month ago, would have simply run away. But fate had seemed to force her hand. No matter what she did, Sister was as good as dead. Whether it was at the Grand Inquisitor's hands or the bomb slowly leaking poison inside of Sister's body. So might as well go down swinging.
"I'm done running," smiled Sister.