No Longer Hers (Vadmé)

4

My tunnel vision and lightheadedness seemed to have miraculously healed as stare at the pathetic man that I used to look up to.

I stand as quickly as I can, using the force to assist me, and light my lightsaber as well. When I am steady, I lunge at the Jedi, aiming to kill.

He blocks and we go into a fight, our lightsabers colliding in a synchronized dance, perfectly parrying each other's hits.

The years of training are obvious in our duel, us fighting as if it was planned, blocking and attacking in a perfect way, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Perfect attacks, flawless blocks.

[---]

"After you are introduced, the press will likely follow you because they now recognize you," The Emporer said to me while sitting on his throne, his hood shrouding his face in ominous darkness. "That is why I believe that you should go to meet the Inquisitors now rather than later."

was going to introduce myself to the Empire, it was slightly surprising that it'd taken this long, so long where people who saw me likely thought of me as a mercenary or bounty hunter, possibly even an inquisitor, rather than what I really was, a sith lord. Obviously I wasn't going and telling everybody of this, but I wouldn't hide it either. Really nobody knew, though.

"Alright, my Master. I will head there now."

"Goodbye, Apprentice."

I walked away, slightly annoyed about how I had to see the Inquisitors, but fine nonetheless.

They all annoy me so greatly. It's impressive almost. There was even a point where I considered cutting an arm off all of them, like Dooku did to myself, just to make them have someone to hate. Eventually, I decided only to go with a finger instead. It works the same, though. Hate is still hate, even if it's less extreme, just like missing fingers are to missing forearms. Both of them are something you can't get back. Sometimes I regret not cutting off their arms.

I started heading towards the Inquisitourious headquarters on Corosaunt, hiding my emotions of distaste on my face and through the force. The feelings were so strong that you would feel it easily through the force, even if you hardly had any abilities, so I decided to suppress them from it.

None of the Inquisitors were powerful enough to feel it if I hid it, even slightly. It's laughable. They are hardly even in touch with the force, but my Master was so desperate that he would even take the likes of them for our cause.

He would never had taken them as an apprentice, though. Not unless they defeated me.

When I had first met the Grand Inquisitor we were in the library in the- past- Jedi Temple. It was right at the beginning of the Empire, the temple was still practically burning from the Purge on it. I, unaware of who he was, attacked him. He fought back, but I easily won. That's when I learned that he was a part of the Inquisitourious. The Emperor failed to tell me sooner. He was testing me. To think what would've happened if I somehow lost that fight. . . It makes me uncomfortable.

I inevitably made it to my destination, the inquisitors headquarters. I would've be dragging my feet if I been less mature.

Is this even worth my time? There were better thing I could've been doing, right? Maybe hunting Jedi, or something?

My doubts didn't matter, it was my duty, I supposed.

I rolled my eyes before I walked inside, hoping for it to be quick.

When I walked in, I saw the Grand Inquisitor training with lightsabers against a training droid.

Funny, he didn't seem like the type to do that sort of thing, with how unskilled he is with a lightsaber and stuff.