A Different Path [UNFINISHED]

"Force" Versus Force

"I'm not going to let him get away with this yet, Fifth Brother," the Seventh Sister said. "Why don't you make yourself useful by hunting down some other rebels? I have a plan, what about you?"
"I'm on one...," he gritted his teeth.
"Sure you are..."

Today was the day. It was possibly the most difficult test day for the Inquisitors. Today was the day where they would see who would live and who would survive. The Seventh Sister blankly and apathetically stared down at the limp body of their captive.

"Why didn't you just kill him?" The Fifth Brother asked. "I would've."
"I thought you said you had a plan!" The Seventh Sister angrily shot back to him.
"I do have a plan! And it's actually effective!"
"Oh please! You're not getting that head Inquisitor position!"
"You want to talk about it? Or do you want to do something about it?"
"I am doing something about it! You obviously just want to fight about it. Just spill his guts and not get anything out of him before we kill him!" she said as The Fifth Brother grimly stared down at her. "Honestly, you've got no brains at all for an Inquisitor. You'll never get that position."
"It's not like you're the full package either, Asajj Ventress!--" he mocked her attitude.
"You don't call me that name anymore!"
"You may have what's up here"-- he touched her helmet, where her head was--"but you lack what's right here..."--and he pointed to his muscular figure.

All she did was viciously glare back at her opponent; her so-called ally.

"Well, it looks like we're stuck here together," she said, trying to drop the subject of conversation. "You know what they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"You better check your definition of 'friend', Ventress...this isn't like the Order. I'm getting that position and soon, you will obey me."

The Fifth Brother menacingly made his way out of the room. The Seventh Sister flared up in anger and saw a foggy reflection of herself on the floor. She stares at her new self and begins to contemplate about The Fifth Brother. Later in the future, she would have to defeat or kill him to get the head position. Then she looked at the boy and quietly walked down toward him. As she kneeled down and examined the boy, she brushed back a few stray hairs.

"You're going to help me get to the top, aren't you?" she softly spoke as she brushed his icy face. "Yes, you are...Ezra Bridger..."

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Today was the day. It was possibly the most difficult mission for the rebels. Today was the day where they would see who would live and who would survive. Kanan apathetically glared at Capital City, just a small dot from outer space, as they neared the planet.

"Do you think the kid's alright?" Zeb asked Sabine.

The topic caught Sabine off-guard as she rubbed her helmet, to prepare for the mission.

"I'm sure he...figured something out...," Sabine murmured in a somewhat optimistic way.
"The kid's resourceful...and stubborn. I think he'll be fine as long as he's back with us by the end of the day."
"I know I'm not force-sensitive or a Jedi or anything like that, but I have a feeling that Ezra's okay. Just okay, just surviving."

It was just around where they were now when his padawan began to complain of coldness during the descent to Lothal. He could sense a small feeling of warmth and light inside rigid coldness--Ezra; it had to be him. Kanan stood up in determination to rescue his padawan.

"Listen everyone," Kanan started his motivational and inspirational speech, "Ezra is out there, and we have to save him. I haven't told you all this before, but Ezra is special. He needs to become a Jedi because he is so strong with The Force. He can't become a Sith. He just can't."
"He would never do that," Sabine said. "He knows better."
"But knowing doesn't set your future in stone... The point is that we need him back for the future of the rebellion. Or else we won't have a future to fight for."