So...I guess I should continue to tell you this. It'd be wrong to leave you off here- to kill the story. Insight, I wish that this was the moment of my death. I wish the Inquisitor had just killed me then and there- it would've saved a lot of hurt. But, alas, my departure from this thing we called life is for another day. For another time. For another story. Maybe you'll be there when I die, maybe I'll die as an estranged friend to you, or maybe you'd care. I'd hate for you to see the day I die if you did care- you'd be the only one to do so. I wouldn't care.

To get back to the story, I guess we go to where I left you off. The day after to be more exact. Well, I guess I couldn't start again any sooner as I was unconscious most of the time in between. I couldn't tell you much about memories that weren't made.

When I woke, I was surprised when I looked into the mirror. My eyes were brown. Dark brown. The color of mud. My face seemed to be more sunken in; it was as if I aged at least five or ten years overnight. I looked around to see myself back in the quarters I was assigned a while back when I first started my Inquisitorius training. A smile slithered across my face as I looked back at my new eye color.

"I will thank ya, just later," I chuckled as I thought of the Inquisitor's last words to me.

I strode out of my quarters and into the hall; now seeing things a little different. It was strange to think of it as I look back on it all. I saw that I owed my life to the Empire and those who didn't comply with my thinkings deserved to die. These thoughts weren't organic; they flowed through my mind against the grain. It was like a had a little chip placed in my mind that produced these thoughts then left the rest of my brain to just go with them. I only thought of how I'd serve to my Emperor and nothing more. It was strange.

It was mere weeks later that I was starting to be sent onto missions. I was assigned to missions with Third and Fourth Sister as my companions. We always split into groups within the Inquisitorius(with the exclusion of Grand Inquisitor who always went solo). Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, and Seventh Sister always went together. Though, I heard that Sixth Brother was later killed during the uprising of Raada. Eighth Brother did once and awhile go on missions with Fifth Brother and Seventh Sister but didn't get along too well unless absolutely necessary. I'm not too sure about Ninth Sister.

Over the time we worked together, I noticed some profound differences between Third and Fourth Sister; despite being twins. Other than the hair and the small height difference, they looked identical. But, their personalities almost couldn't be more polar to each other. As I had learned that Third Sister real name was Suna Styles, Suna told me that her twin was named Jewel Styles. Jewel, she was the strong and silent type who reminded me of Fifth Brother. She rarely talked- I could hardly get a word out of her. Suna, on the other hand, she was...more than a pretty face. She was crazy, brilliant, and authoritative. Force help any low-ranking Imperial officer that dare speak ill of her. I saw her snap the necks of a couple. But, hey, who hasn't? I know I at least killed twelve Imperial officers during my time as an Inquisitor.

Suna and I shared our first kiss on a Star Destroyer in the dining hall. Inquisitors were allowed to eat in their cabins or the dining hall with other Imperial dining hall was completely empty; I guess no one wants to eat next to a guy who could -and would- impale you if you looked at him wrong. Hey, who needed them anyway?

I noticed it was her when she walked into the dining hall due to her Force-presence. She came over and sat across from me at the table I sat at.

"Lonely much, Second Brother?" she smiled.

I replied, "You don't have to address me by Second brother everytime we meet, Third Sister."

"Second Brother, if you don't want me addressing you by Second Brother, what do you want me to call you?"

I sighed and glared up at her, "Just don't. I know this is how you get information out of people. You trick them."

"And what am I trying to coerce you to tell me?" she said in a sly voice as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know," I sighed and went back to eating.

"You and I, we've been good friends now for almost half a year, no?"

"Comrades," I corrected as I refused to look at her.

Don't get me wrong, I did like her at this time. It's just...I knew if I were to even look at her too long, I'd have feelings again. Whatever little joy she brought to my heart was wrong by the Empire's was all I was supposed to feel- to fuel me and my powers and to rid the galaxy of the Jedi. The little knot I had in my heart for her was wrong and I knew it. I thought it'd just be best for me to discard it by just ignoring her.

"And I have told you my name at birth, right? And my sister's? And you have told me yours?"

"What are you trying to get at here, Third Sister?" I looked up at her finally. I froze for only a moment as I locked eyes with her.

"You can call me Suna in private," she told. "I am asking permission to call you by your actual name."

"The name we are given within our Brother and Sisterhood is our true name," I reminded with a sigh. "But, in private, you may call me…"

For the love of Force, I had forgotten my name. I was near the age of twenty-eight or twenty-nine and I had forgotten my own name. This was most likely because I hadn't been called by that name for so long. Not since Order 66. It felt wrong for me to use it now. Jalo was the guy who'd spend his days working as a peacekeeper in the lower levels of Coruscant with his Jedi Master by his side. He was the guy who'd risk his life to keep others safe from harm. He'd have a good laugh with his brother and best friend. He'd risk it all for his family. He loved his family. He loved life. He was under the Light.

Second Brother...he was another being. He'd kill anyone who dared to disrespect the Empire in all its glory. He'd kill a few stray Jedi and their Padawans who had survived Order 66 here and there. He'd go into his cabin at night and not think of a single thing but himself and the Empire. He was sinful. He was under the Dark Side. He was me. I was him. I resent still having a piece of him in me still- the anger I feel in the spur of a moment. I don't like thinking that he's still in me. But, now that I think about it, he always was.

"Jalo," I sighed. "My name was once Jalo Hikra."

"I know this may seem personal, but what family did you have before the Empire?" she inquired. "I've told you of my sister. We both grew up in the Jedi Order until the about you?"

"I had a brother," I stated and looked back down to the table. "I lived with my Master, brother, and my best friend."

"You and your Master didn't live in the Temple?"

"No," I shook my head. "She married my brother, actually. Had a kid- he was taken by the wretched Jedi. We quit the Order as the Clone Wars began." I shook my hand and near crushed my fork with anger as it rushed through my body. "Those d*mn Jedi treated me and my Master like trash. They took my nephew and probably got him killed in the war...he was just a kid...They even forced me to kill my took everything from me They're the reason I'm here- to get rid of their kind."

"Aren't we all?" she stated.

I looked back at her and slightly smirked, amused by her moxie. It wasn't orthodox to talk the way she did to her superiors(and by "orthodox", I mean that if you were to step out of ranks that you'd be killed). She was daring to say the least. I liked it.

"You have that look in your eyes again, Jalo," she chuckled. "The look you gave me back at the Inquisitorius training."

I didn't know what came over me, but I went for it. I leaned over the table and pressed my lips against hers; my hand on the side of her head and my fingers intertwined with her curly hair.

"Soft…" was my first thought.

It was only a brief moment until I pulled away. She was stunned and so was I.

"I - I'm so sorry, I should have-"

And, to my surprise, she kissed me right back before I could finish my sentence.

That wasn't the last time our lips met. Whenever we got even a moment away from others and away from a mission, we'd share an intimate moment. Suna was always the one to initiate it while I just went along with it. We did eventually tell Fourth Sister...well she figured it out when she caught us in one of these moments. She promised to keep it all a secret.

I didn't like that; her having such power over me. Despite me being Second brother, Fourth Sister could have easily got me killed at any time she pleased. All I had to do was upset her and then I was dead via Vader. She'd just have to open her mouth about me and Suna- and bam! I'm dead. She and I weren't the best of friends in the first place; I could just tolerate her as we worked together. Now, with this information, it was like I was walking on glass. I'd noticed the glares she'd give me whenever I held Suna's hand, wrapped my arm around her shoulder, or even looked at her twin sister when no one else was around. Fourth Sister and I would have our discrepancies when discussing our course of actions regarding missions, but I was the one in charge within the Empire. Behind the curtain, she had me by the throat.

I remember one day when an Imperial officer almost found out about me and Suna. I woke up, my head feeling like it was about to explode, my eyes barely keeping open, and the room felt like it was at the whims of a rough sea as I just floated along. I forced myself to sit up and scramble my way out of bed, my legs tangled in sheets. I must have had a worse hangover than usual because I couldn't think right at all. I walked out with only a pair of pants and some shoes on. Then again- those were the only articles of my clothing and armor I could find.

When I finally got to the door and opened it, I saw a man standing in front of me. An ISB agent to be exact. He had red hair and mutton chops on his face- I remember that. His name I believe was among the lines of Agent Kallus. Maybe? Yeah..? I think...Yes. It's him.

"Second Brother…" he was fairly confused on how to handle the situation. "I was just coming to tell you that we will be arriving on Lothal within the next rotation now...And might I ask where are your clothes? and why are you in Third Sister's quarter-"

"Do you-" I paused for a second as I recalled on how to speak. "Really wanna ask that?"

"No…" I could tell he must have been a fairly new recruit to the Empire- must have just gotten promoted to his rank. Though, he still had the accent so commonly well spread amongst Imperials. I even caught onto the accent- I still have a little in my voice to this day.

"I recommend that you go back to your station, Agent," I glared at him.

I developed this stare that seemed to make those I didn't like run away. It was kinda like the glare Cyla used to give me when I misbehaved as a Padawan, but hers wasn't filled with hate. Mine was filled with so much anger...and hate...and suffering. But that's all I knew then. All I knew was how to hate and feel anger towards all… except for Suna. She was an exception. The ONLY exception.

"Will do." His eyes were filled with fear and he scurried back down the hall from which he came.

I let out a deep sigh and looked back into the cabin I was once in a slumber in. The dots soon connected and a ball of regret made its way into my stomach, or maybe that was the alcohol I had indulged in the previous night. I looked at the watch still attached to my wrist and saw that it was earlier than the time I was required to wake up for my duties. I made my way over to the bed that still held Suna in a cocoon of blankets. I sat down next to her and figured she must have been awake as she groaned softly under her breath, turning amongst the sheets to face me.

"Morning, sunshine," I said with a smile- followed by me kissing the top of her head.

She sat up and leaned her back on the wall as she sat next to me, clutching the blanket up to her chest. Her hair parted as she ran her hand through her dark curls and looked at me.

"How much did I drink last night, Jay?"

She always called me that in private- shortening my name. Sometimes "Lo" was what she called me when she was mad. My full name rarely.

"I think too much for either of us to bear," I admitted.

"Mmmm..." she pondered. "So that's why…"

"Yeah," I confirmed softly.

There was a pause between us for a moment before she spoke once more.

"You wanna get married...ya know...in secret?"

"What?" What the heck? Who just asks that out of the blue? Right after- Ya know what? I'm not gonna finish that sentence. But, you get the idea. I froze and my hands got sweaty as the question ran around in my head. Why would she want that? Did she not know that we'd be killed if anyone found out? What is she thinking? How much booze did she have? How much did I have?

"Not officially… Just you and me saying in private that we are," she shrugged her shoulders.

"Why?" I inquired.

"For a sense of normality," she explained. "It feels wrong when you and I do this kinda thing out of wedlock...It'd just be nice if we just said between us two that we were…"

"Uh...sure," the words came out of my mouth with a stutter. "I guess we're 'married' then."

She leaned over and kissed me for just a moment and sighed, "Let's just hope nothing bad comes from this."

"What could go wrong?" I shrugged and chuckled.

Idiot.

We were given a mission on Lothal in the Capital City; there were no reports of Jedi on Lothal at this time but the Capital City was rioting beyond control. The Empire figured to send a small group of Inquisitors to help strike fear into the hearts of Lothal's citizen if they stepped out of line. The governor of Lothal was now hunted by the Empire; accused of raising a small militia against the Empire. He was thrown out of office and the Empire now had control of the system. The people saw this as an act of tyranny and rose up against us. I remember having researched rebellion of Lothal's people and often hearing one pair of voices who'd always broadcast their voices to the people of Lothal; later learning their names were Mira and Ephraim Bridger. Though, I never cared to look into much more than that. I was more focused on taking out the militia the former governor had raised.

It was Empire day; marking one year since the Empire had taken over the galaxy. Marking a year since I'd met Suna. A year since I'd been an Inquisitor. A year since I had last seen my Master. A year since I'd seen my best friend. A year since I'd seen my brother. A year since I'd seen myself.

We were on the Star Destroyer, orbiting Lothal when Suna requested a moment from me and her sister; I could tell something was wrong.

"I'm pregnant."

This is when it started to go downhill. Fourth Sister started screaming at me and her twin; saying how we put everyone in danger and how selfish and stupid we were. In truth, she was right. We were stupid.

"Can you get terminated?" Fourth Sister inquired with a bark in her voice. "Just get the pregnancy terminated and everything will be fine."

"How?" I argued. "We can't go to the medic- they'd report to Lord Vader and we'll all be dead."

"I won't."

"Yes you would," Suna argued. "You kept this thing between Jalo and I a secret. You're a part of this."

"This is all your fault!" Fourth Sister snapped as she glared with hate in her eyes at me.

"Mine?!" I objected. "It takes two to make a kid! She took as much part in it as I did!"

"Can we get back to the subject?"Suna snapped. "Blaming each other has no help."

"You're not finishing the mission. I'm not putting you in danger as long as you carry that child," Fourth Sister ordered.

"I don't know what you're talking about FOURTH Sister," Suna barked. "I give you orders."

"Talk reason into her, Second Brother!"

"Fine," I sighed. "Third Sister, I order you to step back from this operation. I don't want that child, and you, in danger."

"We live in danger constantly, Second Brother!" Third Sister snapped at me. "Just because-"

"I am your superior and I order you to step back from the mission!" I rose my voice to a volume I never really used Third or Fourth Sister- only using that much anger in my voice when I got livid with lower Imperial officers or I was in charge of a prisoner. Suna seemed surprised at this as she became quiet and stared at me with a look of confusion and hurt. I sighed and stated, "You will stand guard with a battalion of troopers- keep guard of the base while Fourth Sister and I carry out the mission. That's an order."

Now, remember how Suna and I had literally gotten married just twenty-four hours prior? Yeah, I think she was already considering a divorce.

Third Sister followed orders and Fourth Sister and I soon were on the surface of Lothal. We were given reports of a Jedi being spotted and the former governor was hiding out near our location; reports suggesting that this Jedi was with the militia that had been raised. As it was Empire day, the Empire saw it fit to have a celebration of our glorious Empire- the Inquisitors were in charge of bringing the main attraction. An execution. It was short notice and I wasn't happy about it but I dare not complained-I liked my head to be attached to my body.

Fourth Sister was sent to hunt down the Jedi while I went with a battalion of Stormtroopers to hunt down the ex-governor. I don't really remember his name though; it has been so long since I have heard it. It's been a little over a decade and a half since I heard that governor's name.

He was hiding in an abandoned home with a small group of people(farmers, market men, shopkeepers, etcetera) with blasters and small bombs who were ready to fight the Empire head-on to the death.

Oh, how stupid…

They may have had families and yet they were so willing to get themselves killed in the fight against us. They could have gone home to their spouses and maybe children and lived a life with them, with their families; but yet they'd rather stupid, I thought.

I was the one who killed the most of this small militia; the troopers I had under my command maybe hitting one or two rebels. We only kept one man alive. The governor. He was still shooting as all his comrades fell and had this look in his eye I can't describe without describing an animal. A cornered animal. He took one last shot at me and I slashed his blaster in half. He tried to run but was stopped when I grabbed him with the Force. We cuffed him and I was the one to keep hold of him while I held him at the end of my lightsaber.

Just like old times- but on opposite sides.

He was displayed like a circus attraction to the Capital city- on his knees, head looking woefully at his people, and his arms tied behind his back. Fourth Sister and I were supposed to perform the execution, but Fourth Sister was nowhere to be found. I patiently waited as I listed to Minister Maketh Tua as she went on and on about the glorious Empire. She. Wouldn't. Shut. Up.

I kept my red lightsaber by the former governor's neck through the time that she talked, to make sure he wouldn't try anything. I soon was tired of waiting for my comrade to show up, so I commanded a trooper to go and find Fourth Sister. He didn't need to, though. The whole crowd could now see her.

A blue blade clashed with Fourth Sister's red blade as the two were on the top of a building right next to the crowd. That was the Jedi. He was a male togruta- he was tall and wore a dark cloak. I recognized immediately that he was using Form IV; a form I relied heavily on when I was a Jedi Padawan. I later went to Form III as it helped with blaster fire. I was amazed how this Jedi was able to block both of the spinning blades from Fourth Sister with so much speed. I decided to assist Fourth Sister and ran towards the action.

But, alas, I was too late. By the time I got there, Fourth Sister was slashed across the chest with the blue blade. Her body fell off the building so quietly.

She went so quiet.

The Jedi leaped down as he saw me and stood back a few meters while he held up his one free hand.

"You?" he seemed to be surprised.

"You recognize me, Orus?"

Now, if you recall, my togruta friend was last mentioned in the previous chapter of my life. Then, we were two kids riding a cart down the hall of the Jedi Temple. At this moment, we were trying to kill each other. My blade red- his blue.

"Long time no see."

His strikes were powerful; a little more difficult of an adversary than what I had usually dealt with. His dodges were smooth and graceful. Just like what I once was. Now, my strikes were that of a stab. My dodges were sharp and my stance was square.

I remember the look in his eyes... by Force, the look in his eyes... was that of a man that was lost. Not in spirit or in the physical- but that of a confused man. Thinking about it, I believe he was confused about me. Where I had gone wrong on the road. In my heart, I thought I had only gone right. I felt rage that he would dare take pity on me. The nerve! I should have pitied him! He was the weak one! The one of a religion that was near extinct! I was that of a new galaxy! A new order! Younger! More powerful!

I struck him down.

He didn't go quietly.

I left both the body of my former friend and Fourth Sister there on the ground and marched my way through the crowd. Each citizen clutched their loved ones near and made a path for me out of fear. Good, I thought.

I mounted the stage, the Minister made one last speech and executed the man with his arms tied behind his back. A few citizens puked, one or two fainted, and a couple screamed in horror. That's what was to be expected- not many can stomach watching a man's head being cut off.

When I returned to Suna and we talked in private, I almost lost my head. Suna was vivid- no that's not a strong enough word. OUTRAGED. That's what she was. She was filled with so much hate as she screamed about the death of her dead sister; blaming it on me.

You're the higher ranked Inquisitor, you should have gone for the Jedi!

You could have caught her when she fell!

You didn't even try to save her!

You never liked her anyway! That's why you killed her!

You killed my sister!

We screamed bloody murder at each other, having rage fill our hearts. Angry tears streamed out of her eyes as she screamed at me. She hated the very thought of me. She wanted me dead. We pushed and shoved each other as we fought. Venom filled our words as we spat them at each other. I don't remember much of what said. I just remember one thing clearly. Rage.

"This is not my fault!" I shouted.

"It's all your fault!" she roared. "You got me pregnant and then you killed my sister! Everything is your fault!"

"Hey, that child is just as much mine as yours," I barked. "We made it together."

"But I have to carry it!" she screamed. "And I can't even have it terminated!"

"Then what are you going to do, huh?! Just blame it on me some more or something! That seems to be helping the situation!"

"I just want you to die!"

"Then why don't you kill me then?!"

"Because this child needs a father that's alive!" she screamed. "But I guess it'd be better off without a murderer of a father!"

"I'm the murderer?! You snapped the neck of a Stormtrooper because he mixed you and Fourth Sister up!"

"You killed your own father!"

Rage took over my body. I could only see red as she said that. I grabbed her wrist out of anger and screamed with pure rage at her as I held her close.

"HE WASN'T MY DAD!"

"BUT HE WAS STILL YOUR FATHER AND YOU KILLED HIM JUST LIKE YOU DID MY SISTER!"

She threw her head and her helmet crashed against my skull; forcing me to stumble back and let her go.

"I better leave before you kill your own wife and child too," she stated with a cold stare.

"The Empire will hunt you down wherever you go. Where do you plan to leave to?"

"Anywhere you're not around."