Earthlings 2: The Dark Age

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18 BBY, Zeta Station

"Well... things just got complicated." Haja turned to face Eliezer as the two of them along with a kid around his age named Ivan and 2 other members analyzed the given intel regarding the Inquisitors' journey to Nur at an outpost orbiting Sullust, where they had decided to rendezvous. The older guy sighed, stroking his chin. "They entered Nur's orbit almost yesterday."

"They... what...?" Haja's heart stopped momentarily, and he blinked. 

"They're already at Nur," Eliezer reiterated with a sigh. "We're too late."

"Well- we can't just leave  them in there to die!" Haja protested. "We have to do something. Even if it's useless."

Eliezer crossed his arms. "It's not useless, it's very dangerous. You can't just break someone out without knowing what you're doing."

"Then..." Haja sighed, trying to think of something. "Can't you go in disguised as an Inquisitor? You could bring me in for interrogation- you know, as a Jedi-"

Ivan snorted. "A Jedi with magnets- ? Who's that  gonna fool?" 

Haja scowled. "You'd be surprised how good I am."

Ivan just smirked. "Sure, buddy."

"The Inquisitorius is not to be taken for a bunch of fools," Eliezer cut in. "They have records of all Jedi and their status. One of them was a Temple guard before falling to the dark side; I ran into him before and barely escaped with my life. He's just as resourceful as Ferren ever was, if not more. He'll see right through our deception."

Haja winced. "Dang..."

"So if we're going with your plan, you and someone else are gonna have to be a stormtrooper or something," Eliezer continued, his hands on the rim of the holotable. "And then..."

"I'll be the prisoner, then," Ivan piped in. Haja turned to look at him, blinking. "Well... my father was a Jedi. So was my sister before the Empire killed everyone. I'm  on the wanted list, you're not. So then I'll have to be the prisoner."

"All right, then." Eliezer drew out a breath. "Let's get to work."

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18 BBY, Nur

Second Sister folded her arms behind her back, watching her prisoner for any signs that she was about to crack. So far, she was resilient against all she'd been put through for the past few days... but one could only make it so far in this facility.

"Let me ask you again..." She began, switching off the stuncuffs' voltage before looking her straight in the eye. "Where... is... Noble...?"

"How many kriffing times must I say this... I DON'T  know!" Leda shot back through gritted teeth. "And even if I did, I'd never tell someone like you."

Second Sister scoffed. "Such arrogance. Just like your Jedi bretheren..."

"At least my  arrogance is rooted not in the dark side like yours is," Leda snarked. 

"Oh, but if only you knew the power the dark side holds..." Second Sister purred, examining a gloved hand. "Through it you're able to be stronger than you ever  were in the light."

"The dark side is a scam," Leda countered. "It gives you the power to hurt and kill, but it leaves you with an insatiable thirst for more blood. So you hurt more people... kill more people. And still you're empty. Eventually you turn on your own when there's no one left to kill. Isn't that how the Sith Order crumbled in the first place?"