Bellassa:
Two probe droids and a medical droid entered the black crater that blemished the steel courtyard. The Moff emerged, surveying the hunched figure carried by the droids. His armour had been torn to a shred and bloody scabs had formed over his back. Blaster wounds had pierced the body. The man's limbs were bent at unnatural angles and Kerkado could see that most of the bones in the man's body had been shattered from the fall. Yet, even as Kerkado watched, the man's hand clenched into a fist. The Commander wasn't dead yet.
Kerkado turned his attention away from the figure and saw an old Republic-era ship shoot away from the tower, almost immediately making the jump to hyperspace.
Via was gently crying in the corner of the hold. Wes was attempting to fix IG. Kara sat with KT, glad for her quiet company. They had escaped.
Kara was still processing the entire mission, Seevor's voice debriefing her. Wes emerged into the cockpit. 'Where did Via send us this time' he asked.
'We're going back to Salaarg' Kara responded. 'Via wants to defeat the Kobane and liberate the planet.' Wes smirked.
'How's she going?'
'She's been crying since you went out the back' replied Kara. Wes nodded, standing up and exiting the cockpit. Kara glanced back and saw Wes sitting down next to Via, comforting her. Kara craned her neck further and saw they were holding hands. Kara looked back to KT, and sunk back into the chair, a wry smile on her lips. Her tiredness washed over her and immediately, the darkness swallowed her up.
Kara awoke standing upright, in a dark room, illuminated by the blue glow at the edge of her vision. She could hear something. Footsteps, but they were warped, drawn out. She looked up and saw Vader, walking directly towards her. Kara immediately stumbled back, trying to get away from him. Vader caught up to her in two quick strides. Kara reared back, awaiting the inevitable.
Vader strode forward, passing straight through her, but she couldn't feel it. She spun around. Another Force Vision. Vader then knelt in front of a black throne, situated atop a dais. The throne was facing a window, overlooking a small circle in the distant space, that Kara quickly recognised as Bellassa.
The chair facing the window slowly spun around, revealing the Emperor. He kept the cowl of his cloak over his face, his long, spindly fingers scratching against the stone chair. He opened his mouth, smiling. 'Vader.'
'My Lord.'
'Stand' the Emperor commanded, running his fingers in circles over his chair. Vader rose. 'I am displeased that you allowed them to escape, and I will not tolerate failure in the future.' Vader nodded, staring determinedly at the Emperor.
'The young girl is a powerful Jedi despite the lack of training. She could become a valuable asset should we sway her to the dark-side. She already shows much potential' explained Vader. The Emperor stroked his grey chin, licking his lips.
'If we find them again, I trust you will make the right decision' said the Emperor.
Vader continued, 'we have recruited enough Inquisitorius, especially with the recent addition of young Trilla. The Grand Inquisitor has already dispatched two agents in pursuit of the insurgents. We are relocating the Fortress Inquisitorius to the Nur system, a moon off Mustafar. The Phantom Order's assets have been reacquired by the new Purge Trooper program.
'Good' hissed the Emperor. 'Soon, the Jedi will be eradicated.'
Vader nodded. 'I will find the fugitives and I will destroy them. They will not escape us again.'
The Emperor's lip curled up in a smile, the shadow of his cowl hiding his eyes. 'For the Empire.'
Kara jerked upwards. KT was sitting next to her, head tilted to the side. Kara's hand immediately went to the rifle at her side. She limped to the rear of the Vigilance and retrieved a power pack, loading it into the weapon as she thought about what she had seen.
'What's that for?' Via quizzed, gesturing at Kara's weapon.
Kara flicked the safety off the rifle. 'For the Empire.'