Reliving a nightmare

who are you

The Imperial shuttle landed in the Star Destroyer's hanger bay. Izor walked down the ramp as it opened with Sabine in his arms. The girl was still pretending to be unconscious for Izor's sake.
The squad of troopers followed Izor down the hall to the prison cells. The young Sith opened the door, walked in and gently placed Sabine on the ground. Pulling her blasters from her holsters, Izor stepped back and went up the stairs.
"Take these to my quarters. I'm going to interrogate the prisoner" he said.
"Yes sir" the commander replied taking Sabine's blasters and leaving the detention level.
Izor closed the door and went back to Sabine who was sitting up.
"Did you need to take my blasters?" She asked.
"It'd be too suspicious for you to keep them. Plus, I sent them to my cabin because I didn't want anyone else touching them" Izor replied.
Sabine smiled at Izor which sent his heart fluttering again. He shook his head. What was he thinking? Falling for a rebel? Somehow, the feeling was neutral. Taking hold of one of Sabine's arms, Izor helped the Mandalorin up and sat down on the bench.
"Sabine?" He asked.
"Yeah?" The girl replied sitting beside him.
"Tell me about Ezra. The boy I used to be before I joined the Empire."
"He was amazing. A proud fighter, a caring friend, determined and really stubborn. He sometimes flirted with me too" Sabine answered.
"I really can't imagine myself doing that" Izor admitted.
"Can't you?"
Izor looked up at Sabine who was looking at him with a tilted head. He felt his heart flutter again and exhaled slowly, not taking his eyes off Sabine. The girl was slowly moving forward, as well as Izor. He didn't really know what he was doing, his mind was numb as his lips and Sabine's came closer.
"Izor?"
The two froze as Izor's com went off.
"Izor meet me in my office now" the Seventh Sister said. "Sorry, I...I've gotta go" Izor stood and walked out of the cell.
Sabine watched him go, feeling a little sad they didn't kiss. But her hope was growing stronger.

Izor walked through the halls of the Star Destroyer. Did he almost kiss a rebel? Kiss a traitor to the Empire? He must've been going mad. Did the Seventh Sister see? Blast he forgot to turn off the security cameras. Maybe that's why she suddenly called. Reaching the Inquisitor's door, Izor gulped then knocked.
"Come in."
Izor pressed the button and the door slid open. Walking in, Izor stopped near the Seventh Sister's desk.
"Izor, tell me. Who are you?" The Inquisitor asked, back turned to the boy.
"I'm sorry, what?" Izor inquired.
"Who. Are. You?" The Seventh Sister thundered, turning round and glaring at Izor.
Izor's gaze narrowed and he felt his blood boil. This witch was still under the impression he was her puppet. Well, she was about to be wronged.
"My name is Ezra Bridger!" Izor yelled, glaring at the Seventh Sister.
"And you've forced me to believe enough lies to last me a life time!"
The Seventh Sister raised a brow and walked round her desk towards Ezra.
"Don't try to convince me that I'm wrong, I...Argh!" Ezra yelped when something sharp went into the back of his neck.
The Seventh Sister withdrew the syringe and stepped back. The teen had collapsed to his knees, rasping as he clutched the back of his neck. "Who are you boy?" She asked.
After a few seconds of whimpering, Ezra stopped making noise. He slowly took his hands from his neck and turned his right one into a fist.
"Izor Night Hunter" he whispered.
With a cringing bang, Izor struck a fist into the metal floor creating a dent. Looking up, his orange eyes flashed.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked in a sinister voice.

Oh crap.
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