Survivors (Jedi: Fallen Order, male reader Insert)

Captured

In the recesses of Y/n's mind, a nightmarish scene started to play out, refusing to release its grip on his thoughts. He found himself transported back to a time long gone, to the embrace of his childhood home. But the warmth and security he once associated with those walls had been replaced by an ominous chill that permeated the air.

A flicker of crimson caught his attention, drawing his gaze toward the source—a menacing figure cloaked in shadows, wielding a double-bladed lightsaber. Maul stood before him, a living embodiment of darkness, his sinister presence radiating malevolence. Around him stood the other members of Death Watch, people he once called friends.

Terror clutched at Y/n's heart as he watched helplessly, his voice stolen by the cruel hand of fate. His parents, pillars of strength and love, stood defenceless before the once Sith Lord, now leader of his people. Their expressions etched with terror mirrored his own, their eyes pleading for salvation as they reached out for him, their child, wanting nothing more than to protect him.

In a flash of malevolent energy, Maul's lightsaber ignited, its crimson glow casting macabre shadows across the room. The sickening hum resonated through Y/n's bones, heralding the imminent tragedy that would forever scar his soul.

Time seemed to slow to a painful crawl as the blade of the Sith Lord's weapon descended upon his parents, severing the bonds of life with merciless precision. A primal scream tore from Y/n's throat, his voice echoing through the void, unheard by the cruel universe that permitted such a cruel act.

Tears streamed down his face as the lifeless bodies of his beloved parents crumpled to the ground, their life force extinguished in an instant. The room seemed to collapse around him, the walls closing in, suffocating him with grief and anguish.

In the wake of the nightmare's grip, Y/n found himself drenched in a potent mix of sorrow and rage. The images etched into his mind would forever haunt him, fuelling an indomitable resolve to avenge his parents' tragic demise and confront the forces of darkness that had shattered his world.

As he caught his breath, Y/n knew that his journey was no longer driven solely by personal reclamation but also by a burning desire to protect others from the clutches of malevolence. The nightmare had awakened a dormant strength within him, steeling his resolve to rise above his own suffering and become a beacon of hope in a galaxy plagued by darkness.

With the nightmare etched deep within his psyche, the main character pushed forward, his determination fuelled by the memory of his parents' unwavering love and the horrifying sight of their untimely demise. The path ahead would be treacherous, but he would not allow his parents' sacrifice to be in vain.

Y/n awoke with a start, his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat. The nightmare had been all too real, he truly felt like he was on Mandalor again. It had been a horrifying vision, one that left him trembling with a mixture of anger and despair.

As Y/n's eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, he realized he was no longer in his dream state. The cold, metallic walls and the sterile environment suggested that he was in some kind of interrogation chamber. Panic set in as memories started flooding back, each one more painful than the last.

He remembered the planet Zeffo, the ancient tombs, and the endless quest for knowledge that had brought him and his friend, Cal, there. They had been seeking the secrets of the Force and the Jedi, a path that had led them to the dark secrets buried beneath the surface of the planet. But it was on Zeffo that they had encountered Trilla, the Second Sister, a former Jedi who had fallen to the dark side and now served the Empire. She had ambushed them in a desperate bid to capture (or kill) Cal, a young Jedi in hiding, who was their only hope in the fight against the dark forces.