Blue Eyes: An Inquisitorial Perspective

The Imperial ship was deathly quiet as it flew through hyperspace. The piloting personnel and stormtroopers alike were tense and anxious, and the whole craft was permeated with a sense of impending doom.

The captain shifted uncomfortably in his seat, longing for something to break the silence, but he knew better than to try anything himself and it seemed no one else was foolish enough either. He glanced at his crew, each face bore an expression of wariness, almost fear, as they did their best to be as silent as the shadows they hid in.

The captain let out a soft sigh. It was hard to believe his battle hardened crew could be reduced to this, and all because of one individual. The very idea that a single man could turn these brave people into cringing cowards was infuriating, and he had half a mind to command everyone to be as loud and obnoxious as possible. The other half of his mind, however, stopped him with the very recent and utterly terrifying memory of his Pau'an passenger; yellow eyes blazing as the man hissed that he was not to be disturbed. No threat had been added or needed as the Pua'an swept onto his ship, his entire being emitting an aura that promised pain and suffering to any who crossed him.

The Imperial captain shivered at the memory and resolved to endure the silence a little longer. Truthfully, the captain needn't have worried as the source as his fear was in no condition to do anything.

The Inquisitor stared stonily at the holographic images flickering, one after the other, in front of him. He'd seen them all several times but couldn't be bothered to move and turn off the projector. Not with his body aching as it was from the. . .punishment his failure had earned him.

The last image of the Jedi the prison cameras had captured flashed into view and the Inquisitor's focus sharpened as the next set of images began, these pertaining solely to the person that both intrigued and frustrated him the most: the human boy.

Image after image of the boy flashed before him and the Inquisitor growled softly. Not one camera in the entire prison had managed to get a close up of the boy's face. Not one. The videos were marginally better but watching the boy only confused him more.

The small human showed next to no signs of being trained in the Force, his movements sporadic and unexpected, but carried out with a practiced ease. A stray thought that the boy had been trained to be unpredictable crossed the Inquisitor's mind, but the Sith dismissed it immediately. The boy simple had very good reflexes and instincts. What confused the Inquisitor the most were those moments right after he'd engaged the Jedi the second time. Watching the recordings it almost seemed as if the boy had been about to run, to flee and abandon his Master.

The Inquisitor was not stupid, far from it in fact, and while he had several theories to explain the boy's behavior only one stood out as the most logical and likely: The boy and Jedi had not yet bonded; they were still too new to each other. It would explain the youngling's ignorance and uncertainty, and lack of both fighting style and lightsaber.

Yellow eyes narrowed suddenly in thought. He had sensed another presence hovering around the boy. If the child had not bonded to the Jedi, then perhaps the boy had bonded to someone else? To that unseen presence? Though it angered him that no matter what angle he watched from The Inquisitor could not see any sign of the source of the presence.

"Stop." The single whispered word caused his throat to burn and jaw to ache. The Inquisitor would have groaned if the action wouldn't have caused more pain, and not for the first time he cursed his Master's thoroughness in expressing his displeasure. However, dwelling on the pain would only make it worse, so the Sith forced himself to focus.

As the images were useless, the Inquisitor closed his eyes and began to meditate on his previous encounter. Perhaps, then he would be able to make sense of the child and that mysterious third presence.

The memory surfaced, slower than usual because of his condition, but just as sharp and clear as when he'd been living it.

'The middle of the night.' The Inquisitor rolled out of bed, glare alternating between the dimly lit clock reading an obscene hour and the light above his head signaling a break in. 'Why was it always the middle of the night?'

The Sith strode over to his computer and pulled up the transmitted data. A small layout of the prison appeared in the upper right corner, a red line indicating the path the intruders were taking. The majority of the screen was taken up with various videos from the prison's security cameras.

A Mandalorian, a Lasat, and two humans; four, possibly a fifth if they had someone waiting with an escape craft; not an impossible assumption. Though the Inquisitor found it hard to believe they were that intelligent. He had had his doubts as to whether or not the plan would even work, and he certainly had not expected a 'rescue' attempt so soon. After all, That Gall Travis character had only gotten a hold of and leaked the news a mere 36 hours ago!

"Fools," The Pau'an sneered as he grabbed his saber and began the march to the cell. As much as he was itching for a fight, a break in the monotony of his duties, the Sith found it quite irritating that his opponents seemed incredibly. . . stupid.

'As if the Empire would not be expecting something like this!' he thought, grinding his teeth in irritation as the turbolift descended. 'They could have at least waited long enough for us to think about dropping our guard.'

The lift halted, doors sliding silently open, and the Inquisitor strode off the lift, resisting the urge to stomp his way to the cell. He should not be surprised at the lack of intelligence, these rebels were going against the Empire and only fools would even think to do so, but he could really use a challenge. The Inquisitor shook off the ideal thoughts as he approached the door. Foolish or not, he had a job to do.

The Imperialist stopped in the doorway. Only the two humans were in the cell. Odd he could have sworn he sense three people. Perhaps the proximity to the dead Jedi was affecting his sense?

"What happened to her?" The voice drifted up to him, sounding young and needlessly confused. "I don't understand."

"No?" The hand holding his saber twitched. Really it was bad enough they were ignoring him, did they have to ask such idiotic questions as well? "It doesn't seem complicated."

The two human whipped around, and it was oh so satisfying to see the looks of shock and fear and – and recognition?

While most of the boy's face was hidden by a ridiculous looking scarf and ludicrous hat, those blue eyes were easily visible. The Inquisitor stared at them, mildly fascinated. Such as interesting shade of blue, nothing any of his species would naturally have, and so very expressive. The fear in the youngling's eyes was understandable, expected even, but the recognition? The Inquisitor failed to see how the boy could recognize him, when he was certain he would have remembered eyes like that. Maybe the child had seen him at a distance?

"I am the Inquisitor. Welcome."

The name didn't seem to mean anything to the boy. In fact the small human seemed entirely fixated on his eyes. The Inquisitor found it amusing and a smile tugged at his lips as he stepped into the cell, igniting his saber as he did so. His smile widened as the boy shot back in alarm, and he continued to stare at the boy even as the other human ignited his own saber. The boy was interesting, and for that at least the Inquisitor decided to answer the child's earlier questions.

"Yes, I'm afraid Master Luminara died with the Republic, but her bones continue to serve the Empire," The Inquisitor moved his gaze to the man standing in front of the boy. "Luring the last of the Jedi to their deaths."

"Spectre -3, come in. It's a trap!"

The Inquisitor's eyes snapped back to the boy.

"There will be no reinforcements," he said coldly and the boy flinched back.

The Jedi charged and the Inquisitor focused his attention on the man. Their fight was brief and disappointingly easy. In a matters of moments the Sith had knocked the human onto the ground.

"Clearly," he said, finishing their conversation. "You were a poor student."

Oddly, it was the boy's glare that seemed the more intense. Blue eyes, radiating anger and a need the Pau'an couldn't quite place, glowed almost purple from the light of his saber as the child stood and fired his sling shot.

The Inquisitor let the shots hit him, enjoying the way those blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Is that really all you've got, my boy?" How disappointing that the only weapon the child seemed to have was hardly a weapon at all.

Blue eyes narrowed, anger flashing in them.

"Well, I've got that," the boy shot back, waving a hand at something by the door.

The Inquisitor glanced in the direction. No sooner had he spotted the bomb, did it explode and fill the cell with dust and bits of debris. Cursing himself for dropping his guard he followed the two humans out of the cell. He knew which way they were going, back to the turbolifts, and headed them off.

Once he had cornered them, the Inquisitor activated the second blade of his saber. These people might be foolish but the Sith wasn't about to let them get away again.

Red and blue sabers clashed again, and for a moment the Inquisitor let himself enjoy the rush of power that came with knowing his life was on the line. Movement in the corner of his eye brought his attention back to the boy. He had a job to do and while the Sith had no desire to take on an apprentice he could not allow the Jedi to start to rise.

"Are you paying attention, boy?" He locked eyes with the child. "The Jedi are dead, but there is another path – the Dark Side."

Surprise, curiosity, and confusion. The emotions came and went and the Inquisitor found himself once again drawn into the boy's blue eyes. Watching them, the Sith could almost see the thoughts hiding behind them before they narrowed once more.

"Never heard of it," the boy shouted, firing the annoying little slingshot again.

Shoving the Jedi aside, the Inquisitor spun his saber, absorbing the shots, before grabbing the Force and using it to toss the boy against the wall. The Inquisitor turned to the Jedi.

"Have you taught him nothing?" he asked, thoroughly disgusted. It was clear the boy had no training, but to leave him ignorant as well? Just what kind of Master was this Jedi?

The human man spun to face him, and they clashed again. The Inquisitor let his annoyance show in his form, moves becoming sharper and less fluid, but no less deadly. As they exchanged blows, the Sith inspected the man. He was not impressed, and even if Lord Vader had not ordered him to, the Inquisitor would have tried to convince the boy to join him as clearly this human was not a suitable Master. Still, if the boy was not willing to leave the man, perhaps he could get the man to leave the boy.

"Do you really think you can save the boy?" The human's eyes shifted to where the child was picking himself up off the floor, and the Inquisitor felt the man's uncertainty. He latched onto it, pressing the advantage. "For his sake, surrender."

"I'm not making deals with you." The man snapped, glaring at him, but the Inquisitor could see the doubt in his eyes.

"Hmm." The Inquisitor's lip curled and straightened. No, if the man was so full of doubt already then he didn't deserve the boy. "Then we'll let him make one, shall we?"

He flung the Jedi back, taking great pleasure in the sound the man made when he hit the floor.

"Your Master cannot save you, boy." The human didn't warrant the title in the Inquisitor's opinion. "He is unfocused and undisciplined."

Blue eyes flashed with anger and the Inquisitor studied them. First fear, now anger, and so much of both. The boy had potential.

"Then we're perfect for each other!" the boy shouted, raising his sling and firing as quickly as he could.

'Well, that much is true,' the Inquisitor thought dryly as he swiped his blade through the air, letting the saber absorb the shots before darting forward and swiping at the boy.

The child ducked under one end of the duel bladed saber and used the wall to jump over the other. The boy spun around, body tense, and the Inquisitor took a moment to catalogue the child's reflexes: they were good, and the boy moved quickly and surely.

"I do so admire your persistence." The Inquisitor turned fully to face the youngling, spinning his lightsaber slowly in front of him. "Ready to die?"

Blue eyes widened in fear and the Inquisitor smiled. He had no intention of killing the child, but he would enjoy putting the brat in his place. He dashed forward, teeth barred in a way he knew was frightening, and watched the fear escalate in those blue eyes. He raised his blades, fascinated by the way the blue eyes hardened, fear overshadowed by resolve.

"NO!"

The scream was his only warning and came too late as the Inquisitor was forced to a halt, invisible ropes binding him in place. It took a great deal of effort but he managed to turn his head around to glare at the Jedi before he was slammed into the ceiling.

He heard more than saw the boy run beneath him towards the Jedi, and felt the press of the Force release him. Dropping to the floor, the Inquisitor turned to face them. He was done toying with them; it was time for the Jedi to die. With a twist of his wrist the blades began to spin.

Blue eyes followed the path of the blades, and the Inquisitor almost laughed at the blatant curiosity in them. Could the child's attention really be that easily captured? If so then he had a new angle he could use to turn the child.

The man turned the boy away and they took off. The Inquisitor made to follow when his attention was suddenly caught by a wave of anger. There it was again, that third presence. He thought he had left it in the cell, but it was back again and very angry.

The Inquisitor glanced around, sensing but not seeing anyone. He snarled quietly. Whoever or whatever this presence was, was not going to stop him. The Inquisitor marched after the fleeing Jedi, eyes still searching for the source of the anger. Seeing nothing, the Inquisitor raised his wrist communicator.

"Secure the facility," he commanded, eyes still scanning the area. "Full lockdown."

Doors began sliding into place, closing off the halls and corridors. The Inquisitor felt the angry presence move, and his sense went haywire trying to track it until it seemed to settle and fade away in the direction of the rebels.

Annoyed he'd let himself get distracted and with the doors closing faster in front of him than behind him, the Inquisitor picked up his pace.

'When I find the idiot that decided to have the barriers close from the inner workings out,' the Inquisitor thought angrily as he jumped through another set of sliding metal plates. 'I will kill him.'

Metals walls slammed shut in front of him. Growling, the Inquisitor thrust his saber through them, carving himself a path.

"No," the Inquisitor muttered as he stepped through the glowing circle he'd created. "I think I'll test the new interrogation droids on the fool instead."

By the time the Sith made it to the landing platform the rebels were already boarding their getaway ship.

Blue eyes, stared down at him, too far away for the Inquisitor to see what emotions were playing them. The ship's door closed and the boy was blocked from view.

Yellow eyes snapped open and the Inquisitor was once again staring at the holographic image of the boy. His lip curled at the sight. How odd the hologram's eyes were the same shade as the boy's, though they lacked the intensity and depth.

The Inquisitor turned off the projector, but the boy's blue eyes still filled his mind along with the same questions that had plagued him since he first set eyes the youngling.

Why had the boy recognized him? Who or what was that third presence?

His meditation had provided him with no answers, but he would find the child and next time he wouldn't get away. Next time he would get his answers.

Author's Notes:

I had wanted to do more regarding the Inquisitor's perspective in the last chapter but it got too long. So I decided to do a separate chapter instead. This is my attempt to see inside the Inquisitor's head and poke fun of the show a little bit since some of the things didn't make a great deal of sense to me. For instance:

~ Issue 1: The rebels immediately decided to rescue Luminara right after the broadcast. That, to me, is so incredibly stupid it made me want to smack Kanan. What in the world were they thinking?! The broadcast at literally just ended, if you were the Empire and someone just broadcasted secret information wouldn't you be on high alert for such a rescue attempt? Granted, it was a trap, but still! Any one with half a brain, would have waited until they at least thought security might be lax. Come on people, let's use our brains!

~ Issue 2: (and this is more just a common sense thing to me) After the Inquisitor called for lockdown the doors shut from the inside out. . .WHY?! Why the bloody hell did the doors shut from the inside out?! It should have been the other way around if not all at once. Why? Well, let's think about it shall we? Let's say you're a prisoner trying to escape. you manage to make it about 3 halls away from your cell before anyone notices and calls for a lock down. Now if the doors close from the inside out that means that they are closing faster behind you than in front of you, practically chasing you out of the building! Not only that but it's giving you more time to get out! Now if the doors closed from the outside in, then by the time you made anywhere close to the exit all those doors would have been sealed instead of the doors leading to your cell being sealed.

Ok, my rant is over, but still seriously people?! . . . . It's not me, right? It's them? Tell me it's not me! Ok, now I'm done. Thanks for reading!

Comments to Your Reviews:

~ Mary Penelope: True, very true and a very good point, but I still think the rebels should have at least cased the place instead of just rushing head long into a rescue mission. Yes, they had the blue prints but that doesn't take into account the troop movements and/or guard placements, and it would take at least a day to get a rough idea of what those are. But thanks for the input! Constructive criticism is always welcome.

~ to EmpressRulerofallthatisweird: I'm glad someone agrees with me!

~ to CatGirlFireflare: Thanks, glad you liked my weird little twists. And, well, I couldn't exactly let that person not do anything when Ezra was being picked on, could I? Yeah. . . It's probably a good thing that person can't really interact with anyone other than Ezra. If that person could speak and/or contact anyone else, I don't think the Inquisitor, the Ghost crew, or anyone else that crossed Ezra would ever have a moment of peace! (maybe as a funny oneshot later, hmm?) AS for Kanan sensing her? Well, we'll see.

~ to kikatyugi: So glad I'm not the only one that was confused by those (obvious in my opinion) plot holes. I had so much fun writing the Inquisitor's POV. I always liked intelligent villains, and the Inquisitor struck me as a really smart guy stuck in a lousy job. I can just picture him rubbing his temples going "Dear God, what did I do to deserve this?!" as a bunch of stormtrooper run around like headless chickens. Personally, it's no wonder the guy's a dick all the time. If I had to deal with stupid and over complicated plots, idiotic underlings (and superiors), and utterly hopeless troopers I'd probably be bald and an ass to everyone too.

~ to ImThatFangirl: Again, so glad I'm not the only one that noticed that. Yeah, the 'It's just a kid's show' excuse gets old quick, still it moves the plot along and that why we do this: write about it!