***Warning! Some swearing is to come up in this chapter!***

The Empire never found her afterword. Then again, they never looked. I told them that she had been killed by some rebels when she had abandoned her post and that the body couldn't be found. Both Third Sister and Fourth Sister were deemed as dishonorable and weak within the Inquisitorius to have been killed by a Jedi and a few stray rebels. From that point on in my career as an Inquisitor, I worked alone. The Grand Inquisitor would accompany me only if there were reports of a Jedi and these occasions were seldom. He and I were the highest ranks, so we were given first dibs on the Jedi we hunted- behind Lord Vader, of course

But, life wasn't good for me.

I consumed much more alcohol than recommended for one to keep alive for a while. Then again- that was the whole point. After Suna left, I felt my whole world crashing down. The pain didn't set in until a few weeks after she left. I began to realize that I was a father of a child I didn't even know the name of. I realized that Suna would have to raise that child on her own in this cruel galaxy, and I wasn't there.

I saw no point in my life anymore.

I was constantly filled with anger and sorrow as I threw tantrums and fits at random times. I left a few dents in the walls of my cabins from punching them out of pure rage as angry tears made their way down my face. I'd lean my back against the wall and slide down until a sat on the cold, hard, floor as I still sobbed; making situations worse as I tried to hold back the tears.

This is a story about a man who lost everything. Not a fairytale in which everything would go right and the hero would be happy to the end of his days. This is a man who was once a street rat that became a Jedi Knight with a couple flaws, now a villain, knocked-up his psychotic "wife", killed his sister-in-law and his old friend, then was left by his pregnant "wife", and wanted his life to end. He tried to end it himself- but never got the courage to go through with it. He's about forty- five now and still doesn't feel like he really wants to live. Even though at that age, it seems that things got a bit better for him.

Pills slid down his throat with a dose of alcohol to swallow them after the day's' work ended and he'd use some extra credits to purchase such things. During the worst of it, he'd have his lightsaber hilt pointed at his stomach and hover his finger over the button to activate it with angry tears still running like a river down his face. He'd never press it, though. He wanted to. He sure wanted to.

The worst part about it all is that he didn't care if he were to get killed. He'd fly in his TIE fighter as he chased down some thieves and pirates and not care if he'd get hit and die. Sometimes, his mind would go blank- feeling like this fuzzy gray feeling in his head- and just sit there in battle. His thumbs would press the triggers to shoot, but he'd rarely wanted to move if someone were shooting at his TIE. The thought of, "Finally, I'll get to die." ran through his head at this point.

It's really a shame- Second Brother was no older than twenty-nine, and all through the age of thirty he wanted to die. He could have had a whole life ahead of him: a wife, a kid, a family. No. That was not to be so. Not for Second Brother. Not for me.

I can't even count the number of times they sent me on missions, how many rebels and pirates I had slain, how many stray Jedi I hunted down. It's all a big blur until I was given this one mission that changed everything. Back to Coruscant. Back to Slum District G-17. Where I grew up in a mechanic's shop. It was a year after Suna left. Two years after Order 66. Sixteen years since Caleb was born and I lost my foot. Eighteen years since I had met Cyla. Nineteen years since I had first met Onthant and Canto. Thirty years since I had been born.

There was a report of a Jedi being spotted down there. Vader was busy on the other side of the galaxy and Grand Inquisitor had his dealings with some rebels a few star systems away. So, I got first dibs. I snatched the report from the officer handing it to me and took my personal, Inquisitorius TIE to Coruscant. I decided to lay low the first couple of rotations I was back; blending in with the crowd.

Truth be told, I took that mission with the full knowledge that the Jedi would most likely be Cyla. Maybe I wanted to see her; have a piece of my old life. Little did I realize that this meant I'd have to kill her too.

That was a mistake. Such a big mistake.

I was in a quiet bar- a rare thing in this slum. I had a shot glass in my hand and my mask covering my face. I covered my Imperial markings on my armor as I wanted to draw as little attention to me as possible. The room seemed to be that of a sluggish speed; the music from the band was soft and woeful, the fellow drinkers were quiet, few words were murmured in the air, and the room was enlightened by dark turquoise colored light. My fingers went in a wave-like motion as they rhythmically taped the bar's wooden surface in a silent manner. Something was in the air- feeling like the name of an old smell you can't put your finger on. Something poignant. Something sweet in a sense. Something strong... sometimes deadly. Intoxicating, almost; giving the false sense of calmness. Dizziness.

Oil.

A mechanic's loyal companion.

A large man sat in the seat just after the one I sat in. He reeked of the stench of oil. His placed some credits down on the bar and the bartender gave him a drink that was the twin of my own. I looked through my mask to see a man with brown hair combed back into a ponytail and a beard to go with it. His eyes matching the color of mine- well...the ones I had before I turned.

"You look like you had a rough day."

I was startled by his sudden words breaking the silence."What?"

"Ah...ya just give off that vibe. You seem like you had it rough," he spoke. It had been so long since I heard his voice. It felt different. "I'm guessing from that helmet of yours and ya armor that you're a bounty hunter. Pickings dry or something?"

"Somewhat," I replied with a sigh. Though I could hear his voice, mine was distorted behind my mask. "How's life been treating you?"

"Not … as well as I'd like it to," I could tell he was nervous. His hand ran through his hair and his voice had that tone. "I just have some family issues as of now."

"Let me guess: wife givin' ya trouble," the bartender chuckled, sarcasm running deep in his voice. "Ah, if only eh, Onnie? That girl you got's a darling. Where is Cyla, anyhow?Haven't seen her for a while."

He shook his head, "She can't drink now, even a beer."

"Oh?"

"Pregnant."

My glass almost cracked I was so rattled by the news. It hit me like a blaster shot in the side of the head.

"You got her pregnant again?" the bartender asked. "Man, the last time I saw you guys with a bun in the oven was over fifteen or sixteen years ago."

"You got kids?" I managed to speak, trying to keep my cover. The mask over my face.

"Yeah. The last one was a boy and he was-" he let out a deep sigh. "I'm not sure what happened to him after the Empire took over."

"You guys know the gender for this little one now?" the bartender asked, now taking away Onthant's already empty glass and refilling it.

"It's a girl," Onthant said. "You know Cyla- if she feels like it's gonna be a boy it's gonna be a boy. If she says it's gonna be a girl- well I'm gonna put money on me having a daughter."

"Got a name for her?"

"Syla," Onthant nodded and took a swig of the spirit in his hand. "Just like what we were gonna name the first one if it had been a 's happy that we're gonna name her something that meant a lot to all of us; even before...ya know what happened to Jalo...it'd mean a lot to him."

I remembered I had a mission to do for the Empire at this moment. For some reason, I felt anger that there was going to be another spawn of Onthant and Cyla; forcing that little baby to live a horrid life because her mom was a Jedi. It was bad enough for Caleb to have to be taken away because of his Force-sensitivity he got from his mom before the Empire. Now, they'd have a daughter during the Empire who'd be more than likely killed because of her Jedi ancestors. Or worse. Be like me.

The bartender smirked and poured a shot for Onthant.

"This one's on the house."

Onthant took the glass and swirled the golden liquid around. He let out a sigh and slightly rose it, declaring in a melancholic tone of voice, "To my brother. Force rest that bastard's soul wherever he is." and drank it. When the bartender asked if he needed anything else, Onthant waved the offer off- saying he had enough.

I felt so angry. How dare he drink to my name! How dare he bring up the past! I was there to kill him and his wife!

"Hikra?"

Onthant almost jumped out of his skin when I said my own last name. His eyes were wide as he stared in shock at me.

"How- how do you know..?"

I grabbed my lightsaber off my belt and ignited the red blade as I got off of my stool. Onthant reached for his blaster on his hip, but never pulled it out of his holster. The bartender had his blaster pointed at my head as I held the end of my lightsaber to the tip of Onthant's nose.

"Derl, put the blaster down," Onthant looked to the bartender. "You got a wife and kids. Best if not both of our wives have to mourn."

"Why the hell is there an Inquisitor in my bar?!" he barked as he looked at me.

"He knows why," I told as I looked at Onthant.

"You- you knew my brother!" he stuttered in horror. "What'd you do to him?!"

"Step outside," I ordered.

He glanced at the bartender one last time before he followed my orders. I took him outside with my lightsaber to his back and led him to a deserted alleyway. He turned around to face me, keeping his hands up to each side of his chest, palms facing forward.

"If your gonna kill me, at least tell me what happened to my brother. How did you know him?" he let out a deep sigh.

I bit the inside of my mouth in uncertainty. A deep sigh made its way through me and I hit the button on the side of my mask.

I swear on my soul that I could see Onthant's entire body freeze like a statue. Motionless. Cold. Lifeless. Helpless.

"You f***ing moron," I shook my head. "You idiot."

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Onthant roared in almost a cry. "I thought you were dead! Now you're working with the Empire?!"

"How could you think it was a good idea to have another kid?!" I screamed. "Do you not realize that highly trained Inquisitors like me are being sent out through the galaxy to hunt down those like your wife! I was literally sent here to kill her! Your daughter may even have a worse fate if she even gets to be born! Are you stupid?!"

"You're working with the Empire, eh? The same people who forced your family into hiding?!Who probably killed Caleb?!"

"I NEVER TOUCHED CALEB!" I roared. There was a silence between us for a moment. I spoke again in a softer voice. "I never saw him. There's no report of his death. Caleb Dume is missing."

He struggled for words as tears began to form and spill out of his eyes, "So...what are you going to do? Kill your brother, Master, and your unborn niece?How about you kill Strive too, huh?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I shouted like a little child, just with more rage and strength. "I'm trying to help you, you moron!"

"How are trying to help?! By killing my wife?!"

"Listen," I growled in a low voice. "That baby is more than likely going to be Force-sensitive and another Inquisitor, or the Sith Lord ruling the galaxy, is going to either kill that child or force her to be an Inquisitor like me. I don't want that to happen."

"Why are you trying to help?"

"Look, I just don't want that kid to be like me. Get her out of this galaxy. There's this one planet- in the milky way galaxy. You're able to take a ship, and the Empire has this strange ban on traveling there. You guys would be able to live like citizens there if you really try and raise the child. I don't know much about the planet, but it's your best bet. It's called Earth. All population is human, you'd blend right in."

"How do I not know that this is a trap?" Onthant snapped. "You're working for the Empire. I know they must've done somethin' to ya. Just look at yourself."

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP AND LISTEN?" I yelled. "I am trying to save the rest of the family! I am REALLY sticking my neck out for you if you haven't noticed! If I get caught saying any of this to you, I'm dead!"

"Then why don't you just quit the Empire?"

"It doesn't work like that, you idiot," I barked. "If I so much as say my Master's name wrong, he'll kill me! He cut off my foot for tripping! Imagine what he'd do if he found out that I am helping a Jedi escape! Or if I quit! I'd get my head chopped off!"

With a deep sigh, Onthant stated, "I really wish that I coulda helped you."

"I AM STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!"

"Why are you getting so angry at me?!" Onthant questioned.

"You always thought I was weaker than you when we were younger! Just because you're taller, it doesn't make you stronger!"

"Alright, Blondie," he sneered. "You're stronger."

"Fight me."

"What?"

"Come on, let's go," I deactivated my lightsaber. "Hand-to-hand. One-on-one. No Force tricks."

"Yeah right," he scoffed. "You'll kill me with that lightsaber of yours."

"No, I won't!" I snapped. "Why don't you trust me?"

"YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ME!"

I threw down my lightsaber and lunged at him, throwing a punch to his stomach. He sustained the punch and threw a punch at my head in reprisal. The fight just escalated from there to where I had Onthant in a choke hold. And not the brotherly type where the victim could breathe even a little.

We were grown men fighting like children.

Idiots.

When I heard the activation of a lightsaber behind me, I let go of him and turned around to see a woman. She wore the clothes of a regular citizen and her brown hair was in a bun on the back of her head while her green eyes glared at me. Her green lightsaber to the side of her.

"My former Master," I chuckled. I reached my hand out to grab my fallen lightsaber on the ground with the Force. I activated the crimson blade and could see the horror on Cyla's face. "We meet again."

She shook her head in disbelief as she struggled to say the word, "J- Jalo?"

"Second Brother, now."

"They- they… turned you. To the Dark side," she could hardly stand the thought of it. "Jalo...I'm so sorry. I- I-"

"You did nothing but keep me in a life of lies during my Padawan years, Cyla," I barked. "This was bound to happen."

"I don't want to fight you," she stated. "But I'm not even sure that this even is you."

"Oh, this is me, alright," I stated. I sighed and changed the subject. "Look, I was sent to kill or capture you. But, I found out that you were pregnant once again. So, I'm reconsidering on whether or not to kill or capture you."

"How- how did you know that I was…" she glared at Onthant and raised her eyebrow. "Really?"

"I'm imagining that this one's also a drunken accident?" I chuckled.

"So, because of your future niece, you actually are turning humane?" Cyla squinted her eyes, toying with some idea of hers.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "I just really don't want that kid to be like me."

"She won't be," Cyla assured.

"Look, just listen to me," I stated. "There's this planet in the milky way that I think would be the best option for you. The highest concentration of humans known. Not as many people as Coruscant, but the population is 100% human. The Empire has strict bans on its military forces going there- but loose ones on civilians."

"Are you talking about Earth?" Cyla narrowed her eyes in confusion. "That place is almost a death trap for Jedi. No Jedi has come back alive from there. It does something to the midichlorians in us. Something on that planet isn't right."

"The planet also nullifies the Force-user's presence," I stated. "I couldn't even sense you if we were standing a meter next to each other. No one would find you there."

"Why are you trying to help?" Cyla inquired. "You're with the Empire. You're here to kill me. Your Master."

"Because I feel bad," I stated. "That poor child is going to have a hell of a life ahead of her and I'm trying to make it a little better."

"I still don't believe you," she shook her head in disbelief. "I really really want to. But...I can sense it. You've changed so much. You're not my Padawan. You are the pawn of Sith."

"I AM NOT A PAWN!" I felt infuriated that she dared say that about me.

"Padawan," she harshly snapped. Just like the old days. "I thought you were grown enough to keep your anger under control. Don't let your anger take over you like a child."

"Oh, I'm the child here?" I questioned with sarcasm in my voice. "You're the one who got drunk and had a kid while still under the Jedi Order. And then, you go and do it again sixteen years later!"

"Jalo," she harshened her voice. "I don't know what they did to you, but I know this isn't you. The Empire is playing you."

"And it's going to kill you," I stated. "I'd rather be on the side that doesn't have to cower away and hide in this slum. You've been here this entire time? Just hiding away from the galaxy that we once protected?"

"No," she told. "We've been searching for Caleb when we can through the galaxy."

"He's probably a hideaway or a pirate by now," I sneered. "Probably under a fake name. And why would he come back to you? He doesn't even remember any of us. We may as well be strangers now. We don't even know what he looks like."

"At least I have hope," she sighed. "I guess I must have left that out of your training."

"Your teachings were very incomplete," I huffed. "I've learned so much more from the Sith Lord and this Empire."

Cyla shook her head as she looked at me. I had never seen her so sullen or disappointed. Just like the look Orus gave me back on Lothal before I killed him.

"Just go," she couldn't stand to look at me much longer. "Just go."

"Don't you at least want to see what they've taught me?" I lightly chuckled as I waved my red lightsaber. "I've learned a bit more in the lightsaber category."

She got down in a ready stance and held her lightsaber in front of her. "I don't want to fight my Padawan."

"You won't," I smiled. "You'll be fighting Second Brother."

When I was a Padawan, I remember sparing with Cyla so well. She and I could spar for hours with our lightsabers in that old alleyway. As I got older, and even after I was granted the rank of Jedi Knight, we still sparred just for the heck of it. It was almost a game- seeing if I had finally surpassed my Master. Once I got to the age of twenty-something, we'd always have a tie. I remember it so well.

"Oh, the Padawan thinks he can defeat his Master?" Cyla chuckled as we both walked in a circle in that old alleyway- never breaking eye contact. She had such a genuine and nice smile. She was so happy. I was happy.

My eyes were blue and my blade was green.

"Well, I've gotten better, my old Master," I laughed, keeping my green blade at guard. "I know all your moves, lady."

She lunged and I blocked; keeping our blades in the middle of the ground between us. She smiled and turned her blade so it was above mine and kicked me in the shin- not enough to hurt me but enough to get me away.

"Not all of them," she laughed. "You're always so worried about where you have your blade that you never see your opponent."

"Hey," I shrugged with a grin on my face. "I'm getting better."

She swung her blade again at me- this time coming from above my head. Our blades locked above my head as I slightly crouched. I saw that Cyla's entire abdomen was exposed as she held the blade above my head. I took the opportunity and elbowed her in the stomach- again, not hard enough to cause any damage. Just enough for her to be shocked. She backed up and I took the offensive, holding my lightsaber by her neck.

"Winner~" I grinned.

As I saw the cocked eyebrow on Cyla's face and the small smirk on her mouth, I second guessed myself. I looked down to see Cyla's lightsaber a mere centimeter from my stomach.

"Tie," she corrected me.

Why couldn't I go back to those days? When I was happy; before this personal hell. Man, those were the days. It was darn near perfect. I had this beautiful family by my side- the people I'd live and die for. Maybe I could have just put my red lightsaber down at this very moment- let my family heal me to the point that there was no brown left in my eyes. But, alas, I have no logic. I just have stupidity mixed with bravery; a dangerous combination, really.

My stupid ass didn't calculate the fact that I was so out of practice for battling Cyla's specific fighting tactics that she could have just killed me right then and there. I was accustomed to fighting blaster fire and sparing other Inquisitors. I rarely ran into a Jedi who'd fight back as most were Padawans who had escaped the purge. And, if I did run into a Jedi, they'd be so out of practice that I could strike them down with ease due to the fact they had been in hiding so long, they were out of practice.

Cyla, she must have been keeping in practice down in these lower levels. I'm guessing she practiced with a hologram or maybe just practiced forms in midair. She didn't even seem to put too much trouble into fighting me. Her blocks were near flawless. Her strikes were precise and smooth. She would do effortless flips and never miss a beat.

We locked blades -her green clashing with my red blade- and I could see her saddened eyes look at me as they were under the light of my red blade.

"I am so sorry," her voice almost cracked. I could see tears well up in her eyes as we kept our blades locked. When I saw the first tear roll out of her eye, I finally realized the sincerity that resonated from her.

I noticed how clenched up each and every muscle in my face was as soon as I stopped to think for a moment. Was this really me? Or, was this the monster the Empire made? I unclenched my jaw as well as most of the muscles in my face and could feel that little bit of serenity flow through me. Something I hadn't felt in years.

I stumbled backward, away from the fight, and looked at my former Master.

Words couldn't even make their way out of my mouth as I stood there. Our breaths were labored, but everything else about that alley was silent. I could only give an unsure frown at the crease of my mouth and shake my head as I looked at her.

I looked behind me and leaped onto the roof of the building nearest to me just so I could get away. I continued to get higher in altitude as I used the Force to assist me to the tops of higher and higher buildings. I stopped after a while just to look back. I closed my helmet just so I could look back at Onthant and Cyla who still remained in that alley. My sight in my helmet zoomed in on the two.

Cyla was clenching Onthant in a tight embrace as they both seemed so heartbroken. I had never seen either of them sob that hard. The thought of them crying over me never dawned before- I wondered if they did the same after Order 66…

I couldn't face them...but I was then tasked to face Vader the next rotation.

I informed him that Cyla was much stronger than any other Jedi I had encountered before in my years of the Empire and that I could only get one piece of information from the whole trip: that she was pregnant with another child. He wanted more information out of me- and so he got it. I could feel my mind crumbling as he searched through it. He pulled the next few bits of information out of me as if he were pulling teeth.

He found out about Earth. Not me telling them about it; just Earth. That's all he needed. That's all he wanted.

I knew he wanted to take that child from Cyla as soon as she gave birth. I could feel it. He wanted to take her and make her a little soldier of the Empire. He wanted another one of me.

Little did he know there was already one born with my blood in its veins as well as Suna's.

That was two. Two children to make soldiers out of. Inquisitors.

Add Caleb and that's three.

Three mini me's.

Oh, boy.