Fire Across the Galaxy
part 7
Author's note: I based this fight on the battle between Obi-wan, Qui-Gon Jinn and Dath Maul in TPH. Try listening to Duel of the Fates while reading this, makes it sound pretty freaking cool. Hope you enjoy!
"Kanan!" Ezra's legs pump down the corridor, slamming against metal. The sound of fire and shouts of his name blur together in his ears. Kanan, that was all Ezra thought about, his one desperate thought. Ezra simply couldn't lose Kanan again. Not after all they had gone through together, not after all they had gone through just to sneak onto this Destroyer to rescue him. Ezra had to find Kanan.
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How many corners had Ezra swept around? How many dimly lit corridor had he raced down? How many stormtroopers had he hid from? Ezra lost count. All that matters to him is finding Kanan. And now Ezra was close to him. Ezra could sense his signature in the force, slightly numbed but, still there. It pulsed rapidly and then slowed down, as though Kanan was using the force or, battling and stopping before fighting once more. The latter only made Ezra run faster, pump his legs more, slam his feet against metal again and again. He knew he had to find Kanan now, or never.
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Blow after blow. Strike after strike. Dodge after dodge. Red met blue over and over again. The birth of the two lightsabers slamming against each other rang out in sparks of green.
Comments and taunts would ring out whenever a pause would occur, sometimes in the form of Kanan and the Inquisitor shooting backwards, thrust by the strength of their blows, or when the two lightsaber collided and stayed there, the power of both equally matched before the Inquisitor would over-power Kanan.
Who was stronger? The Jedi or the Inquisitor? Light or dark? Each blow, each strike thrown by the Inquisitor was calculated and used to try and over-power the Jedi. With each thrust of his lightsaber, the drug that had numbed his mind and body slowly leaks out of his blood stream. The world gradually stopped spinning. The floor stopped rippling. The Inquisitor's acid yellow eyes got clearer and clearer, their cold stare piercing through his skull.
The Jedi for once seemed almost equally powerful as the Inquisitor. Kanan had nothing to fear for on the catwalk. Ezra, Hera, Zeb, Sabine. They were all safe from the Inquisitor's brilliant red lightsaber. Kanan would find a way to escape from the Inquisitor, he would find a hole in the tightly woven trap of the Inquisitor. He had too. For Hera. For Ezra. For Sabine. For Zeb. Even for Chopper.
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"Kanan!" The shout was strikingly familiar. Could it be..? "Ezra!" There he was, his young, raven-haired padawan standing in the entrance. Zaffre blue eyes narrow and close in concentration, a hand shots out. The force reaching out and slides around the captured lightsaber, hanging defeated upon the Inquisitor's belt. The lightsaber shoots through the air before finally crashing into Ezra's outreached hand. Kanan however wasn't the only one who noticed Ezra.
Pale head almost glowing in the faint red light of his blade, the Inquisitor slowly turns to face Ezra. A smirk plays upon his face. Now was the time, the Inquisitor told himself. Now was the time to help complete the task his master had given him. "Finally, a fight worthy of my time," The Inquisitor spoke the truth. His fight against Kanan was a substitute until the Jedi's padawan arrived. With his padawan empty of life by the Inquisitor's blade, the Jedi would be filled to the brim with grief, fear, and anger. He would be easily killed. And his master would reward him. The Inquisitor could sense his master now. His signature in the force, so rich in darkness, was coming nearer and nearer. Not rushing, no, his master never rushed. When he did arrive here, he would behold before him the bodies of both Jedi and padawan. Lord Vader would be pleased.
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A thrust at the Jedi, force flowing behind his move. Kanan skids back a few feet, his boots scrapping against metal in a attempt to halt himself.
A shower of green sparks crackles through the air as two lightsabers collide. "Ezra!" His master shouts, but the shout fell against ears deaf to anything. Raw fear drowns Ezra as Zaffre blue eyes, widen by even more fear, are met with acid yellow irises. The Inquisitor's nightmarish face was now only inches from his, some of the brilliant red light from his lightsaber creeping onto Ezra's face, conquering the blue.
The pounding of a pair of feet, leather slamming against metal, rings through the engine room. A lightsaber swings through the air only to be met with a blade of red. Strikes and blows continue again, each one thrust by the Jedi or the Inquisitor.
Triumphant roars through the Inquisitor at the Jedi's moves. He was trying desperately to reach his padawan. Too bad he never would. A gloved hand shots out, force surging out to throw itself at the Jedi. His body slams against metal, sliding across the sleek, cold surface. Gravity tugs at his body as the sleek metal surface quickly leaves him, giving him only empty air. A rush of adrenaline pumps through his veins, sparked by panic at the thought of sailing through the air, knowing death would meet him when he landed. Hands reach out, fingers curl around the sharp edge of the catwalk. The only thing that kept the Jedi from plummeting to his death were only twelve fingers. And his lightsaber laid feet away from him, far out of his reach.
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It all happens too fast. Colorless lips move to form the words, "Now it is time to meet your parents, orphan." Another blood red blade grows out of the hilt of the Inquisitor's lightsaber. He raises the lightsaber, activating it to spin as he did so. His next motion was well calculated and almost elegant. Before the boy had time to react, a gloved hand pulls the lightsaber back and releases the spinning circle of light. It arcs through the air, a endless circle of blinding red light.
Time seems to slow down in the eyes of Kanan Jarrus. He watches as the arc of death clashes against his padawan's lightsaber. He watches as the blade rips across the side of Ezra's face. He watches as his padawan's eyes widen in horror. He watches as the force of the strike thrusts Ezra off the platform. He watches as his padawan collides with a sickening clang against another catwalk hundreds of feet below and then lay motionless, eyes closed off to the world. All that reminded of Ezra Bridger was Kanan's deactivated lightsaber, laying abandoned on the spot Kanan Jarrus's padawan had took one of his last breaths of air on.