Deception | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

|1| I don't like sand

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Warning: Violence, swearing and threats

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ALMOST FIVE YEARS LATER

The sands of Tatooine were course, rough, irritating and got everywhere.

Every so often I have to lean against one of the domed houses, pulling off my boot to shake the sand out of it. I did this mostly because I knew Fifth Brother would be annoyed by it, but sometimes it was necessity.

We had been despatched to the desert planet earlier today to inspect a rumour that claims a practicing Jedi has made this place his home (why anyone would do that is beyond me). It was just us, me and fifth brother, the grand inquisitor knowing how easy this would be for us. I tried to convince him to just send me but he wasn't having any of it. It's supposed to a bonding exercise but I think it will take more than a day spent on this horrid planet to help him remove the stick shoved up his ass.

We have been wandering around for most of the day, neither of us sensing anything. The Jedi must be skilled in concealment but not many force users can hide themselves from us for long.

We walk to the cantina. Fifth Brother makes to continue on but I stop and enter the building. "Where are you going?" He snaps at me.

"I'm getting a drink. We've been walking all day and haven't find anything yet so we might as well have some fun." I collapse into a bar stool, allowing my aching legs to rest. "One cup of Jawa Juice." I tell the bartender, slamming some money on top of the counter.

"Drinking on the job. Very professional sister." He stands behind me, his arms crossed. I scan the room, checking to see if my intuition was correct. I had sensed that there was something off about this place and as it turns out I had been correct because sitting on the table across from us was the man we have been looking for. He glances around the room, possibly looking for an escape route. Fifth Brother still seems completely unaware. I wonder if he still thinks he is better at this job than me. Experience isn't everything after all.

My Jawa Juice arrives and I down it in one, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth afterwards. The man's eyes flick to me before immediately looking down when he notices my gaze on him. I suppress a grin.

Do I feel guilty for murdering people I once called family? Sometimes, but I know the end result of all this death and destruction will be worth it. Doing my job as an inquisitor will allow me to get closer to Vader, I can become his most trusted employee and that's when I can deal my killing blow. At the end of the day I'm doing all of this to protect the force sensitive in the future. If anyone had any better ideas master Yoda, Obi Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu would be doing it. But they aren't. They have hidden themselves away in their own weak defeat. I'm the only one willing to do anything serious to stop the Empire. This so called rebellion isn't working so I'm doing what I have to do.

I walk closer to the man, swerving between the tables. I place both my hands on his table, leaning into his personal space. I feel the presence of Fifth Brother behind me. "I heard something real curious earlier today. Do you want to know what it is?"

The man's eyes dart back and forth between me and the other inquisitor. "Sure." He says attempting a casual answer but I don't miss the way he looks towards the exit.

"Apparently," I pause, "There is someone in this very fine establishment with a strong force presence." He glances away again. "Is there somewhere you need to be?"