Reliving a nightmare

Recovering the past

Izor walked off the ramp of an Imperial shuttle into the docking bay of a Star Destroyer.
Walking through the halls he overheard some of the Stormtroopers talking.
"The Seventh Sister's apprentice seems young dosen't he?"
"Izor might be young, but he's very powerful."
"I heard he took on a Jedi, the Jedi was lucky to survive."
"He's only powerful because he uses the Force."
"The Force isn't real guys." The Stormtrooper who said that suddenly started choking and clutched his throat.
Gasping, he rose a few centimeters off the ground.
Izor approached the group of troopers.
"Oh the Force is real Trooper. I want you to remember that."
He curled his fingers more.
"You're lucky I'm in a hurry or I'd kill you."
He dropped the Stormtrooper and turned heel.
"Like I said. Powerful" a Stormtrooper said.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Fine" the trooper said panting.
"Why do Sith choke people so much?" A trooper asked. 
"It's their nature. They don't care what they do as long as they win victory" another trooper told them.

Izor knocked twice on his master's door.
"Come in."
Ezra pressed the button and walked in as soon as the door opened.
The Seventh Sister was standing in front of the window.
"Apprentice. Welcome" she said.
"Master" Izor greeted.
The Inquisitor turned round and walked towards him.
"I battled the Jedi. He seemed very confused" Izor told her.
"How so?"
"Well, he kept saying my name was Ezra and I knew him. But I don't remember him at all. I don't know who he is" Izor answered.
"And you don't need to. The reason I summoned you was to give you this."
The Seventh Sister held out his old lightsaber.
Ezra took it.
"This...This is familiar" he said turning it over in his hands.
"It should. This was your old lightsaber when you were a Jedi Padawan" the Seventh Sister told him.
"And why would you give it back to me?"
"I've noticed you struggle to use the other blade. Whether it being too difficult or it's not your type, I want you to use a lightsaber you're comfortable with."
Izor looked up at her with a smile. 
"Thanks."
His master nodded as Izor passed his recent lightsaber to her.
"We'll be leaving to track down where ever the Ghost went to. Go take a rest. You've had a busy day apprentice."
"Thank you master."
Izor walked from the room, spinning the lightsaber in his hands.