.*Star Wars One Shots*.

Cal Kestis x Reader

Forgotten Star

DISCLAIMER: Violence, Swearing, and a Tinsy Bit of Blood 

Word Count: 4176 words

I got carried away and made this one a bit long oopsie ;)

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A blur is all my past is. I sort of remember faces of people who maybe were once close to me. However, none of it mattered now. The Empire didn't tolerate focusing on one's past. The Inquisitors were all I needed, or so they told me. I don't really know anything outside of being an Inquisitor. My day to day life consisted of training and missions, nothing else. The farthest memory I have is waking up strapped down to an interrogation chair and meeting my master for the very first time. From then on I had trained myself into becoming one of the most formidable Inquisitors under the imperial regime. Currently, I was headed to meet with the Grand Inquisitor himself as I was informed he had a mission for me. I entered the large room where he stood on a stone pedestal. As is required when greeting him I marched to the center of the room and knelt down on one knee bowing my head in the process.

"Sixth Sister, welcome." The Grand Inquisitor greeted me with his spine chilling voice. Even though I had no reason to, it felt wrong to be one of them. I believed it to be true that the Empire had brought peace and freedom to the galaxy. Yet, I couldn't recall what the Galaxy had looked like without the Empire's authority.

"Grand Inquisitor I have been informed you have a mission for me." I replied standing from my previous kneeling position.

"Yes, I do indeed. I need you to track down a rogue Jedi for me." He revealed with a sinister grin upon his face.

"What's his name, master?" I asked curiously.

"Cal Kestis." He declared, eyeing me with amusement as if he knew something that I didn't. As soon as the name left his crusty thin lips my heart began to race as if I had just ran a marathon. Somehow the name seemed incredibly familiar to me, almost in a comfortable way. Just the sound of it put me at ease, yet at the same time caused my chest to flutter uncontrollably. It meant something to me, but what I had no idea. "Sixth Sister," The Grand Inquisitor called, regaining my attention. Admittedly I had been so lost in thought that I forgot that he was even here. "Is there a problem with this particular mission?"

"No master. There's no issue." I expressed in the most neutral tone I could manage. An Inquisitor should not have such emotional reactions to something as stupid as a name. For now I would shove the feeling aside and focus on preparing for this upcoming mission.

"Very well," He uttered disappointingly. "You will depart tomorrow at dawn, alone." After a few more small details were exchanged I rapidly made my way back to my quarters. My room consisted of four plain undecorated walls, a shabby rock hard bed shoved into the miniscule corner, and a basic wardrobe that contained nothing but the necessities. The only thing that really held personality was the small star shaped pendant that hung from a lone hook on the wall. I had been wearing it when the Inquisitors brought me here. As with everything else from my past I had no idea what it meant. With a sigh I plopped down on my rock solid mattress and let my eyes fall closed. I had no clue what I would face tomorrow, however I was certain that the day would be a tiringly long one.

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I was blinded by the darkness and terrified because of it. Nevertheless, I was much more frightened about one of the masters finding me. I'd managed to stumble into a broom closet using it as my hiding place. I just didn't realize that it would be so dark in here and now I couldn't seem to find my way out. Earlier I had tried looking for the exit, only I had ended up knocking a bunch of things over in the process. So, now here I was trapped and whimpering in a closet. Suddenly, the door I had been desperately searching for swung open. The bright Coruscant sun that shone through one of the large windows in the hall caused me to shield my eyes. When I glanced up from under my protective hand I had expected to see the bald old man with the purple lightsaber, yet I was greeted with the lovely sight of my best friend.