This fic if you haven't noticed, is just a side piece. I right thoughts or scenes that I think of throughout my day. So I'm so sorry that these chapter are short. Enjoy !
Give in boy.
You're nothing without the power of the dark side.
You will never be able to save the ones you love.
Give in! GIVE IN! Consume the power of the dark! Embrace it!
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Aaaahhhh! Ugh!
The Imperial Stormtrooper's neck makes a sickening snap as it he drips to the floor lifeless.
Another one. I'm in a groove.
I continue trudging through the now destroyed hallway looking for more troopers.
Hah, a group is just down the hall and to the left. Your mine.
I can't help but smirk as I take in the scene around me while stepping over the piled bodies of officers, troopers, and imperial staff.
Wall fragments are scattered all over the place, deflected blaster bolts leave burning holes in the ceiling and what's left of the remaining structure. Wires sticking out and shorting, sparks flying, smoke pluming from small fires within the scaffolding.
Just a mess. My mess.
Reaching my destination, I probe through the force and feel five force signatures inside, all terrified.
Good. They should fear me.
I violently push the door through and it takes two stormtroopers with it. I cut through the nearest officer, then pivot and shove my blade through the next officers throat.
Turning slowly I eye the last officer who's pushed himself back into a corner, curled up in a ball, eyes peeking between his raised and shaking arms.
"Wh-Who are you?" voice quavering.
He's petrified. Ha.
I extinguish my blade and drop my brow.
"You . . . don't know who I am?" I question him. Slowly I step closer and look down on him.
What a pitiful life-form.
"N-no I . . . wait your o-one of them. O-one of the Jedi." He stutters finger wavering as he points to my saber in my hand.
"Which Jedi?" I question further smirking down at him.
C'mon give in. I need to hear it. I need you to admit that your kriffing Empire tortured me into insanity.
And turned me into . . . this.
I let out a frustrated breath through my nose and raise an eyebrow as it seems the young Officer ponders on an answer.
He's young. Not much older than me. Must be straight from the Academy.
"I-I don't know?" He says finally, saying it almost like a question.
"No you do know, and your going to answer me!" I growl and bend over and grab his collar.
He shakes his head violently, fear plaguing his eyes. I close my eyes and let out a breath.
"Who's in charge of prisoners of this sector?" I ask lowly
"Umm . . . Grand Moff Tarkin. He tracks all prisoner transfers from the outer rim to the core." He gulps loudly "High profile ones at least. Like you." His eyes remain wide as he glances down at my lightsaber again.
"Thank you." I smirk at him then ignite my blade and thrust it through his abdomen.
Tarkin. Your next my friend.
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"Sabine! GET IN HERE NOW!"
Oh no. I hope it's not Ezra. He's been gone for hours.
Ezra left the night before, claiming he gained a lead in some major incriminating intel referring to the reason the Empire has taken such a large notice to Lothal in the recent months. I kept his cover claiming he took a trip to his old tower. Kanan didn't like it but Hera thought he needed his space.
I almost sprint to where Hera's yell originated from and find the holo-news blaring.
"ATTACK ON IMPERIAL INTEL OFFICE OF LOTHAL SECTOR"
Oh no Ezraaaa . . .
The footage depicts slaughtered soldiers lying everywhere and absolute destruction to the inside of the building.
"Sabine . . . " Hera starts slowly, Kanan standing behind her, concern written all over his face. "I need you to tell me where Ezra went and what he plans to do."
"I-I didn't know Hera . . . I swear."
Shit, Ezra what have you done?
