Explosions rocked Varra awake. Alarms went off with flashing red lights in the detention hallway. Varra's been held in the Temple Detention Block for almost two years and it was starting to drive her stir crazy. The occasional attack on the Jedi Temple provided her with at least some kind of amusement of boring days of spending time in a holding cell. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one with an axe to grind against the refuse that populate this temple.
"Don't tell me another Padawan blew up the temple. That's starting to get old," Varra grumbled. The building shook again from another explosion but to Varra that meant nothing. The temple's been attacked twice already. Once by Barriss Offee and another by a separatist terrorist named Rackham Sear. Varra admitted she couldn't help but feel indifferent to the attacks and the people who died in them. Get stuck in a cell for a few years with only the occasional trips to the courtyard to stretch your legs and it doesn't just make you stir crazy but also bitter. Everyone who died in the attacks had freedom, something that had been stolen from Varra so she felt nothing for them.
She waited for the attacker to be hunted down and defeated just like always but something was different this time. At first was a minor feeling then suddenly, Varra could feel it in waves that almost threatened to overwhelm her. Jedi were dying by the hundreds, their deaths echoing in the Force. Varra clenched her chest, gasping at the painful sensation. She's felt the death of Jedi before but not this many so quickly. Something was very wrong.
Varra rushed to the edge of her cell. "Hey! What's going on out there?!" she shouted.
There was no Jedi Temple Guards patrolling the hallway as they normally do. Not a sign of any Jedi in sight aside from the ones stuck in holding cells. Varra was starting to have a very bad feeling. Clearly there was a battle going on within the Temple and she was trapped in a holding cell like a trapped gizka. She paced back and forth impatiently as the battle continued. She couldn't hear what was going on but she could feel it and it wasn't going well for the Jedi. The dead Jedi were creating waves of pain and loss through the Force and their chorus was only growing.
The blast door at the end of the detention hallway opened and several Clone Troopers rushed inside. Varra felt a sense of relief. If the clones were here then hopefully the fighting was over.
"Sir area secured," one of the clone troopers told their sergeant.
"Get me the manifest," the sergeant ordered.
"Hey what happened?" a prisoner shouted from his cell. The clones ignored him and everyone else as a trooper arrived with a data pad.
The Sergeant skimmed over it then said, "Alright the prisoner in Cell 8 has been designated an asset. Terminate the rest."
"Wait what?" a prisoner gasped. Several troopers lined up in front of a cell in firing positions. To Varra's horror, she realized it was a firing squad.
"Ready!...Aim!..." ordered the Sergeant. The trooper aimed their guns before the ray shield dropped. "…Fire!"
The prisoner screamed before being gunned down. The clones moved onto the next cell, repeating the process of assembling a firing squad, dropping the shield, and shooting the helpless prisoner inside. A panicking Varra backed away into the far corner of her cell, trying to find some way out but she had nowhere to go. Another prisoner screamed before being silenced by the sound of blaster fire.
Unlike the other prisoners, Varra had furniture in her cell. It wouldn't provide a good cover from blasters but it was better than nothing. She flipped over her chairs and desk to form a makeshift shield. She hunkered down and waited as the clones moved from cell to cell, executing prisoner after prisoner. When they finally arrived in front of her cell, Varra braced herself.
"Lord Vader wants this one alive. Set for stun," ordered the Sergeant. The troopers lined up in front of Varra's cell as she realized in her panic that she was in Cell 8. She had known that number ever since she was imprisoned here but that fact slipped her mind upon seeing the clones execute the other prisoners one by one. She had no idea what they wanted her for but Varra had no intention of going quietly.
The clones dropped the shield and Varra sprang into action. She used the Force to send her upturned furniture flying out of her cell. The firing line was broken as the troopers were either knocked down and leaping out of the way. Varra rushed outside, knocking one clone trooper down with a leaping knee to the face. Another trooper she caught in a monkey flip and flung him right into a nearby group of three other troopers. They all fell like dominoes.
Seeing a chance to get away, Varra dashed to the exit. She tapped the door panel with the blast door ascending to the ceiling.
Varra came to a dead stop as she ran right into a group of blaster rifles all pointed at her head by a squad of clone troopers. They must have been kept outside the detention block just in case a prisoner escaped.
"Fire!" one of the clones shouted before they all pulled their triggers.
Second Sister's eyes snapped open as her mind returned to the present. Another cursed dream from another life she wished to completely forget. Being stuck on this ship was making her stir crazy but there wasn't a choice in the matter. She still wasn't a hundred percent and wasn't about to leave the protection of this rebel cell. Not with the rest of the Inquisitors, bounty hunters, and who knows what else hunting her after escaping that Star Destroyer. She'd needed to be in perfect health to fend for herself so for now she needed to be patient.
Sister always knew there were more rebels out there but this was the first time she'd really seen one of this scale. Most of them were usually a small cell consisting of dozens of members though there were the occasional large scale rebel factions like the Free Ryloth Movement and the Partisans of Onderon. Even then however, they were still usually confined to a single planet or sector. The rebel cell the Ghost crew had joined had conducted several missions throughout the Outer Rim, never staying in one location too long and always on the move. They were certainly more organized and powerful then she expected and if a former Inquisitor was surprised by this, the Empire probably was too.
Sister never participated in any of their missions having been bedridden for the past few days. Even if she hadn't, she wouldn't waste her time participating in goodwill charity missions or raiding Imperial convoys. As far as Second Sister was concerned, none of this was her problem. The moment she was able to leave, she would on her way back to Nar Shaddaa and laying low. Sister had a momentary weakness agreeing to help Ezra rescue his friends but that was to get help removing the bomb implant in her chest. Ezra got his friends back and Sister got that bomb out of her. She had no reason left to stay with these people. If she could walk on her own, she would have left already.
"Walking around in your condition is ill-advised," A-1D had commented earlier after an unsuccessful attempt by Second Sister to stand on her own two feet. That babbling medical droid was starting to drive her crazy. Whether it was insisting she consume nutrient rations that tasted like Gamorrean brains or playing irritating music which that mechanical junk pile considered to be soothing. If Sister didn't need that rust bucket to finish her treatment, she would have smashed it into bits.
It didn't help that there wasn't much for her do around here. Reading news from the HoloNet on a data pad was incredibly boring. Half the stories weren't true and the other half had been censored so much by the Imperial Ministry of Information that they might as well be. Also she hadn't really had visitors though that was more of Sister's doing than anything else. She heard about how the Ghost crew took a little trip to Artanis Station and how they almost got themselves killed getting that annoying medical droid which saved her life. Sister didn't want to see any of them. They were getting too comfortable around her, maybe even somewhat friendly. The worse part was that Sister was getting comfortable around them. She needed to get as far away from here as possible.
In situations like these, Sister would meditate but as of late she's starting to regret it. The Force gave her visions but they were jumbled and didn't make sense. Visions from the Force were often a mess. They could be a glimpse into the future, the past, the present, they could be literal but also metaphorical. Such confusion was why the Jedi didn't read too much into things like prophecy. The problem was that the visions were sending mixed images too broadly open to interpretations. Second Sister wasn't sure what they meant or if they were of any importance. There were images of a spiral stone spire, a glowing pyramid, and so many other things that didn't make any sense. It was frustrating, so much so that Sister preferred to not meditate until her visions became clearer. Assuming that would even happen.
"Heard you don't want any visitors," a familiar voice spoke.
Sister glanced up, seeing Ahsoka Tano entering the med bay. The Togruta had left on some mission before Second Sister woke up from her coma and had been gone the past few days. Sister was partially glad as she didn't want to talk to her anymore then she wanted to talk to anyone else.
"Maybe that's because I keep getting them even when I don't want any visitors," Sister muttered.
"Most people would be glad to have people who care about them," Ahsoka remarked.
"Most people are idiots," grumbled Sister.
Ahsoka chuckled under her breath which only annoyed Second Sister even more. "You haven't changed a bit," The Togruta commented.
"Neither have you. Still fighting for truth, justice, and all that garbage," Sister replied.
"I'm not a Jedi and I doubt I ever will be," Ahsoka stated.
"Now if only the kid and the Jedi wannabe will take the hint. Are you finished?" Sister grumbled. To her annoyance, the Togruta took a seat next to the former Inquisitor's bed. What part of not wanting visitors did no one understand?
"The Inquisitors hunted down Jedi. I'm guessing that means they probably kept a record of all the Jedi they killed and the ones they haven't caught yet," said Ahsoka.
"If you're asking if you're on the list then you can relax. As far as the Empire is concerned, Ahsoka Tano is dead," Sister said.
"That's nice to know but that's not my question. Did Anakin Skywalker survive?" Ahsoka asked. Of course the first thing she'd ask is if her former master is still alive. The one Jedi who actually believed her innocence after being framed for that bombing.
"No. Aside from Grandmaster Yoda and Master Kenobi, all members of the Jedi High Council were killed," answered Sister. Ahsoka was surprised and maybe somewhat relieved. Not that she was happy to hear that her master was gone but to hear that some Jedi Masters escaped the purge.
"Just because they were never found doesn't mean they're still alive. No one's heard from either of them since the fall of the Republic," Sister added.
"Maybe, maybe not but it's something," Ahsoka replied.
"Assuming those two banal-spewing buffoons are even still alive, they would be about as useful against the Empire as a crippled bantha," scoffed Sister.
"You've never seen either of them fight have you?" chuckled Ahsoka.
"Do you see either of them fighting the Empire now? Either they're too scared to show their faces or they died so who cares how good you think they were," Sister mocked. That touched a nerve with Ahsoka judging from her face which Second Sister hoped that would get rid of her.
"I suppose you're right about one thing. They can't help us now," sighed Ahsoka. "You already have a destination in mind once you're recuperated?"
"Nar Shaddaa. That was always my original destination from the moment the Empire turned on me," answered Sister. It wasn't exactly a secret as Hera took her there before Sister changed her mind on helping them. It was still the best place to lay low and stay under the radar.
"And do what? Find a dirty apartment to hide in, wasting away scrounging up credits to live another day and looking over your shoulder the rest of your life until your hair turns white and your muscles wither away? Sounds like a great life," commented Ahsoka.
Sister almost wanted to rip the Togruta's head off for what she was implying. "I am no coward but I am also not stupid enough to fight for a hopeless cause. The only thing you and all your little band of miscreants are going to cause is give the Empire a migraine or two," she hissed.
"We are little but a year ago we were even smaller. A year before that even more so. The Empire doesn't consider us a threat and yet it continues to over expand its resources and manpower while its enemies grow in number and becomes more organized," Ahsoka spoke.
"Spare me the sales pitch," grumbled Sister.
"It's not a sales pitch, it's a job opening. There are not a lot of people who can do what you do left in the galaxy. Even more so willing to fight the Empire. If you run off to Hutt Space, your talents go to waste and you'll lose any chance of getting revenge at the people who betrayed you," explained Ahsoka.
"Revenge? Of all the things you could possibly say, that's the card you're going to pull?" frowned Sister.
"The Empire's never going to stop hunting you and no matter how powerful you think you are, you're still only one person against the most powerful government in the galaxy. The only chance you have is gaining allies. I would have thought you'd realized that after the Ghost crew got you off Lothal," remarked Ahsoka.
"That was a business arraignment and nothing more," sighed an annoyed Sister.
"And saving Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb on the Sovereign was business too?" inquired Ahsoka.
"They're alive and free and there's no longer a bomb in my chest so I'd say we all got what we wanted," grunted Sister.
"You didn't answer my question," realized Ahsoka.
"Because I'm sick of this conversation!" snapped Sister, losing her patience.
"And I'm not here to start a fight," Ahsoka said, raising her hands.
"You expect me to take any of this seriously? Jedi don't tolerate anyone who uses the dark side among their ranks," protested Sister.
"I'm not a Jedi remember? Besides I'm not asking you to join, I'm asking you to keep fighting," Ahsoka replied. The Togruta let those be her parting words as she stood up and left.
"Not asking me to join. What a load of Bantha poodoo," Sister muttered under her breath.
The scent of sulfur burned her nostrils as a breeze of scorching air blew across her face. Ash rained from the sky like snow touched her skin as she stepped onto the endless scorched field. She glanced behind her to see the dark tower spewing smoke out from its fork-shaped spire. She turned her attention back to the fields of ash. Nothing but silence greeted her as she moved across it. Then she heard a moan that might as well have been a whisper. She saw no one and yet the sound didn't fade away. It wasn't her imagination and now it wasn't alone. More sounds emanated from every direction. They were quiet as first but steadily increased in volume and tone. Moans, cries, shrieks of terror and pain all echoed around her. She covered her ears but couldn't keep the sounds out.
"No please! I'll do anything! Why are you doing this?! Murderer! Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!" was screamed all around her.
At first she tried to ignore the sounds but their pleas and accusations continued. She kept walking for what felt like for hours but the voices wouldn't let up. She ran but couldn't escape from them. She turned back to the tower but could no longer see it in sight. Only miles after miles of barren fields of ash.
"Murderer! Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!" hundreds of voices shouted at her. She dropped to her knees and screamed, lashing out with the Force. Ash was blown away from her but it didn't silence the voices. Then the ash began to swirl together to form into shapes.
"Murderer! Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!" the resulting faces that formed screamed at her. She recognized them, taken aback. They surrounded, moving closer. She lashed out with Force once again, dispersing her accusers' forms. Another ash cloud formed into a face. She prepared to attack until she saw it wasn't the face of a ghost.
"No please!" Ezra shouted. His screams were cut short by a shadow wielding a crimson energy blade. The lightsaber cut through the ash cloud, dispersing Ezra's face into the wind.
Second Sister sat up, gasping for air. Sweat dripped down her face as she slowly realized it was just a dream or more accurately a nightmare. She glanced around and was grateful the med center was empty. A-1D was currently offline, recharging his power cells. At least that meant she wouldn't have to explain her current state. Sister tried to catch her breath, calming herself down. Why did she have to dream about that place again? Her hands were shaking and adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight.
Sister threw the blanket covering her off and got to her feet. That bed was too comfortable. It felt like she was going to sink right through it. Getting comfortable makes you slack off, lower your guard, and that will get you killed. Especially when you were on the run from the most dangerous people in the galaxy. Second Sister had no doubt that the rest of the Inquisitors were all on her trail, each one of them more than happy to get a chance to kill her. There were probably Imperial agents and bounty hunters after her as well and she would be lucky if they were the only ones gunning for her. As long as he doesn't come after her, Sister had a chance of staying alive.
She exited the med bay, pleased that the hallways were dimmed and empty. It was probably late with only a skeleton crew operating the ship while the rest of the crew slept. Sister needed something to eat so she headed down a corridor she hoped led to the mess hall. She hadn't been out of the med bay before as she didn't need to plus it allowed her to isolate herself from everyone else as much as possible. Sister had avoided conversation with anyone the past next several days. She just wanted to finish healing up and get away from here. Thankfully everyone took the hint and kept their distance, even Ezra.
Sister found the mess hall and was fortunate enough to find it empty. The best food needed time to be cooked and prepared but a ship like this should have food options available at all hours of the day. She decided to just get a plate full of nutritional pasting. It was grey goop they put in military rations. Tasted like womp rat droppings but it kept you healthy enough to keep going during extended combat. Comfort made you lax and gets you killed so she preferred to sleep on the floor rather than a bed as well as eat food that was disgusting rather than taste good.
Sister load a plate filled with grey goop and took a seat among the various empty tables. She was halfway finished with her plate before she heard the entrance opening. She glanced up to see Ezra Bridger stepping inside and judging from the dark circles under his eyes, he probably got as much as sleep as Sister did. He came to a halt upon seeing Second Sister but his hesitation passed as his stomach started to growl.
Neither one of them said anything as Ezra grabbed himself a snack and sat down at a different table. The two hadn't spoken since Sister's outburst upon waking up from her medically induced coma. Ezra hadn't said anything wrong until he said that name. By the Force, Sister couldn't stand being called that cursed name. It brought back all those memories of another life she wished never happened.
"Can't sleep either?" Sister finally spoke up.
Ezra shrugged as he took a bite. "Hard to sleep when the only thing waiting for is nightmares," he replied.
At least Sister could relate to that. "Nightmares…or visions?" she inquired.
"Hard to tell the difference these days," sighed Ezra.
Sister threw him a look. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Keep having the same dream. I feel like I'm somewhere familiar, somewhere I'm comfortable but then it becomes cold and dark. Someone attacks me with a red lightsaber then I wake up," answered Ezra.
"Who was it?" frowned Sister.
"I can never tell. It's always too dark," sighed Ezra.
The two went back to silence as they resumed their early breakfasts. It was becoming a little too awkward for Sister's liking and she couldn't get the thought of that nightmare she experienced earlier out of her head.
"Have you ever considered the Force might be giving you hint?" Sister insinuated.
"What do you mean?" asked Ezra.
"I mean if you stick around here much longer, someone with a lightsaber will probably kill you. You and your crew are no longer a local problem for the regional governor to handle. You showed the Empire after rescuing your friends that you're part of a larger resistance. That means the Empire will send their best agents to hunt you down, including the remaining Inquisitors. The Grand Inquisitor might be dead but that only means there's a power vacuum with their ranks. Every single one of them will use this as an opportunity to fill that vacuum and what better way of proving their worth then by taking down a Jedi, his Padawan, and a rebel cell," Sister pointed out.
"We'll handle them," Ezra said firmly.
"This isn't a game kid," hissed Sister. "There's at least nine Inquisitors left in the galaxy and every last one of them are highly dangerous. You should get out of this hopeless cause while you still can."
"Why do you care? You're leaving soon enough," Ezra grumbled.
"Excuse me?" snapped Sister.
"You get mad at me whenever I ask you about your problems, mock me whenever I try to help, and after me and my friends risked our lives to save you, we don't even get a thank you! You just yell at me to leave you alone so I will!" Ezra snapped. He stormed out of the room, leaving a furious Second Sister.
"Fine get yourself killed!" Sister shouted at him.
Days passed without another word with Ezra or the crew of the Ghost. They went out on more missions with the latest one ended with them stealing supplies from an Imperial convoy. Sister continued to avoid them and vice versa. Good thing she wasn't sticking around much longer. A-1D gave her a clean bill of health so the only thing left to do was wait to hitch a ride on the first rebel transport to leave the fleet and land on some planet to resupply. Nar Shaddaa was a popular destination for freighter captains in the Outer Rim so finding a ship heading there should be easy enough.
For the moment, Second Sister passed the time by meditating in the equipment storage room. It was small but also out of the way. Only maintenance workers came in to grab some spare parts and none of them ever said a word to the former Inquisitor. She could sense their fear of her every time they stepped in the room which suited her just fine. She preferred to remain alone. Had it been up to her, she would have the Ghost simply take her away already but the ship's been busy lately with one mission after another. It didn't matter though in the end. Soon she'd be on Nar Shaddaa and all of this whole rebellion thing would be behind her. The sooner she could get away from all of this, the better.
All the waiting allowed annoying thoughts to creep their way into Second Sister's mind. Ezra said in his dreams he would be attacked at a place he felt comfortable. At first Sister considered that to be the Ghost. That was his home after all but maybe not the only place he feels comfortable. What about his homeworld of Lothal? Ezra mentioned that he grew up on the streets as an orphan. The world probably still felt like home in some ways to him. It was where he was born, where his parents lived until they were taken by the Empire. It was also the one place the Ghost crew constantly returned to. If anyone wanted to find and kill the rebel cell, they would wait on that planet until their prey surfaced.
Sister was no more certain than ever that if Ezra went back to Lothal that he would die. Her own vision implied that and yet what she could possibly do to stop it? Ezra certainly wasn't going to stay away from his homeworld. Even if Sister somehow managed to convince Kanan and Hera about her vision, the two of them could only keep the boy away from the planet for so long. The kid was headstrong and eventually would get back there to liberate his home from the Empire. So unless Sister planned on abducting him and forcibly taking him to some planet he couldn't escape from, there wasn't much one could do to stop it.
The problem wasn't the fact that Sister didn't think that plan would work but that she actually considered it at all. Why was she going out of her way to help this Lothrat? Sure he helped her back on Lothal and is the only reason the Ghost crew helped her get off the planet but that didn't mean she was beholden to him. He was just a naïve kid who was deluding himself into believing the galaxy was a good place worth fighting for. Truthfully it was just a vast arena of death, misery, and pain. Sister should have just walked away from all of this, especially the kid. No good came from growing attachments towards anyone.
Yet she couldn't get that damned vision she saw out of her head. That cursed planet was on the other side of the galaxy and yet it continued to haunt her. Why did she have to see it again? Sister didn't believe the Force had a will anymore then gravity did. It was just a fundamental force of the galaxy. Yet it did allow those susceptible to it to do things no other living thing could do as well as see and feel things outside of themselves. Maybe it wasn't really the Force trying to tell her something but rather Sister's own subconscious wanting to know what would happen to him.
Second Sister couldn't believe her own thoughts. As if Ezra Bridger was actually worth all this trouble or pondering over. He was just a kid who aided her and the simple truth was she didn't need him anymore.
The exit opened, letting in a flood of light. Sister kept the lighting to a minimum to allow herself an easier time to meditate. Also it made the room seem uninviting to anyone who stepped inside. The ship's crew knew Sister was in here and it helped to unnerve them that she preferred the darkness to the light.
Ezra stepped inside the room, not able to see its occupant while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"What do you want?" Sister sighed in annoyance.
"We're heading back to Lothal shortly. Ahsoka tells me you'll probably be gone by the time we get back. I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for getting angry at you," Ezra said.
Sister didn't say anything, instead she simply turned her gaze away from him.
"My parents spoke out against the Empire and I have no idea where they are now or even if they're still alive. They knew the risks but they chose to do it anyways because it was a cause worth fighting for. I lost my temper when you said this was all a hopeless cause because I refuse to believe that I lost them over nothing. It's why I'm not leaving the rebellion no matter what vision I have. Sure I might not last very long but even if I can just protect one person from the Empire then my life will have meant something just like my parents. I don't know if you even care to hear this but that's why I can't leave. I hope everything works out for you. Take care of yourself," Ezra explained.
He turned and walked back out. The door closed behind him, cloaking Sister once again in darkness.
"So we're not taking the Ghost and we're letting Chopper drive?" sighed Sabine as she and Zeb entered the Star Commuter 2000 shuttle while everyone else was already seated. The vessel was a civilian transport designed to ferry people on short trips to planets within the same sector. Ezra could remember the first time he was in one of these things, Chopper harassed him as part of a plan to get rid of some protocol droid used by Minister Tua. It culminated in capturing a shipment of dangerous weapons and destroying them before they could be used by the Empire.
How ironic Tua was once again the reason why Ezra was aboard a shuttle like this. The minister contacted the rebellion and requested asylum. In exchange for getting her off Lothal, she would reveal valuable information about the Empire. It was the exact same deal they made with Second Sister but the rebellion needed any advantage they could get, especially information.
"After our stunt with Grand Moff Tarkin's flagship, there's a good chance the Empire will be able to track it," explained Hera.
"Great mission so far," grumbled Zeb. Chopper ordered everyone seated as he started up the ship. The little droid was enjoying his pilot status a little too much bossing everyone around.
The blast door to the ship opened, catching Ezra by surprise as Second Sister stepped inside. He wasn't the only one caught off guard as the rest of the crew all stared at her bewildered for a moment. The former Inquisitor was dressed in civilian garb but had her lightsaber hooked on her belt.
"Ahsoka tells me you're heading for Lothal to rescue an Imperial minister," remarked Sister.
"That's right," replied a confused Kanan.
Sister strolled down the passenger aisle, passing everyone and taking a seat in the back.
"Uhh…what are you doing?" asked Hera.
"What does it look like Death Wish? I'm coming with you," said Sister.
"You're helping us?" Sabine asked incredulously.
"Is that so shocking? I did save your carcass once before Mandalorian," Sister pointed out.
"Yeah but you had nothing to lose then," replied Sabine.
"Why help us now?" inquired Zeb.
"If you don't want me around then I'll gladly leave," grumbled Sister, getting to her feet.
Hera held up her hands. "It's ok. We can use all the help we can get," the Twi'lek assured.
"Then what are we waiting for?" grunted Sister as she sat back down.
To say that Ezra was puzzled was an understatement. He thought his apology in the equipment room was the last time he'd ever see her. The former Inquisitor constantly made it clear that she had no intention of continuing to aid the Ghost crew and yet here she was. What was even more surprising was that Second Sister had nothing really to gain out of this. Helping to rescue Kanan, Zeb, and Sabine was done mostly because she had nothing to lose and slightly because should they succeed, a rebel cell consisting of a Jedi and his Padawan would owe her a huge favor. It paid off with the others rescued and that implant removed from Sister's chest. She had no reason to keep helping the rebellion at this point.
Ezra was happy she was joining the mission but now he was even more confused than ever. Second Sister was hard to get a read on. There were times she acted like she didn't care about anyone then randomly did things that implied otherwise. Ezra wasn't sure if her joining this mission was a onetime only thing or if maybe Sister was going to keep helping them. But one thing he was starting to believe is that there was more to her then the cold blooded killer she wanted everyone to think she was.
(The nightmare Varra had is extremely important to her character. Some of you might be able to guess what planet she was on and the structure she saw. I understand that in an upcoming comic of Darth Vader that the origins of the Inquisitors would be explored. I already have a backstory in mind for Varra planned out as well as the other Inquisitors so I will not be taking it into account. Speaking of our favorite Sith Lord, Siege of Lothal next chapter.)