4 BBY, Space
(Hours later...)
The Sovereign loomed overhead, its shadow enveloping the Scythe- a Phi class shuttle owned by the Inquisitorius. Eli had been aboard this vessel once before, when he'd been captured by the Inquisitors on Quermia after Ferren's death. Same Inquisitor, same cold feeling that the dark side emanated every time... the only difference was that he wasn't headed to Nur. Yet.
4 hands roughly grabbed him, involuntarily activating his stuncuffs. Eli winced in pain as he was subsequently hauled off the ramp, Fifth Sister in the lead. As the group made its way to the blastdoor, Eli noticed one TIE fighter that stood out among the others with its grey foldable wings...
A familiar feeling washed over him as they entered the interrogation chamber, and he reached out with the Force to pinpoint the cause. A short snippet flashed in his mind faster than the speed of light before a harsh CRACK brought him back to his senses as he was slammed against an Imperial interrogation chair, the cold metal binders tightening around his chest, wrists and ankles.
Fifth Sister approached him before reaching out towards him, her nails digging painfully into his jaw. "Now you stay put while I inform the Grand Inquisitor of your presence. He'd be most delighted. Don't worry, these men will keep you entertained until I'm back."
She flicked her hand, activating the electrified spindles before turning to the stormtrooper captain. "The voltage isn't high enough to kill him, so don't let up until he talks."
"Yes, Inquisitor," The captain said robotically before turning back to Eli, whose thoughts reverted back to what he'd sensed a minute ago... or rather, who he'd sensed. His eyes widened slightly as the vision became clearer despite the searing pain of the electric shocks.
Caleb.
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"... I know nothing of a larger rebellion," Kanan Jarrus spat defiantly at his captor minutes after the electricity ceased. "And if I did, I'd rather give my life than to tell you."
The Inquisitor walked closer to him until he was right by his ear. "So heroic... just like your master. Tell me, Jedi. How did you survive Order 66, hmm? It was your master Billaba who laid down her life for yours. Do you remember her last word to you? Her last and final breath before she died-?"
Kanan remained silent, swallowing back his tears as he tried to block out the memories from that fateful day on Kaller. He did remember, and he preferred not to.
"You do, don't you?" The Inquisitor taunted, evidently savoring his pain. "You see it in your sleep. You hear her voice when you wake. Tell me, Jedi. What was her last word to you?"
"Run."
"And does your loyal and precious crew know you ran as your master fell? Abandoned her, your old friends, and the Jedi Order when they needed you most? What do you think your rebels would do if they knew their leader was a coward- ?" The Inquisitor then proceeded to unsheathe his confiscated lightsaber before pointing it at him, the tip of the blade threatening to burn a hole through his nose. "You're even afraid of your own power. You don't have the courage to wear your full saber out in the open. Let me tell you something, Jedi. You're right to be afraid. You couldn't save your master then, and you can't save your followers now."
He deactivated the weapon before turning expectantly towards the blastdoor, shortly before it opened to reveal yet another Imperial, this one looking to be something similar to him. Kanan wondered if there were more of them, but right now he couldn't dwell on that.
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Earthlings 3: RISE
Fanfiction"Oppression breeds rebellion." For more than a decade, the Galactic Empire has had the galaxy in its iron fist. Any traces of the past Republic have all but been erased, and all opposition has been suppressed. Or has it...? After the death of Eliez...
