Darth Minar

Chapter 11

Darkness filled the sky and a cold breeze filled the air as Minar landed his tie fighter outside of Chopper Base. He still refused to tell the Empire where the base was, just in case they'd moved. Also, a part of him told him not to.  
When he landed on the base, it was practically a ghost town.  It was midday, so the base should've been hopping with life. A light sprinkle of rain began as he walked around, looking for life. 
Inside the base, everyone stayed in a sense of panic. Only a few knew who was truly out there.  None knew what to do to prevent war and loss.
"Rebels!?"  Minar called out, his voice full of hatred and arrogance. A confused pilot who was close to the door made her way to Sato quickly and quietly.
"Commander Sato," she whispered. "I think it's Bridger."
"I am aware. Do not open the doors."  The pilot squinted, then nodded, apprehensively and slowly.
As the pilot moved, Minar had sensed the movement. A tight scowl painted his face as he moved towards the blast doors. The rain picked up to a steady, average flow.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!"  He taunted right next to the blast door. In the back corner, the Ghost crew all stood together, mournful expressions on their faces.  They knew what was coming.
"Kanan, how do you plan to fight Ezra without your lightsaber?"  Sabine asked. Kanan shook his head.
"I don't plan to, but,"  Kanan pulled out Ezra's lightsaber. "Ezra left his saber in the ship when he traded himself. Either way, it wouldn't be fighting Ezra. Ezra is gone."  Sabine bit her lip and Zeb looked down.

Suddenly, a large earthquake began. The blast door, which kept everyone separated from Minar, were now opening.
"Close the blast doors, now!"  Sato commanded. The operating pilot looked over, confused.
"We're not doing it, sir." The operating pilot informed. Pure fear radiated from Sato as the door slowly went up. After it moved a few inches, a pair of feet could be seen. As the door moved, more of someone was revealed, until the whole body was seen. Minar was using the force to push the door open.
"Whoa." A few people sighed, truly mesmerized by the boy's pure, raw force talent.  When the door was completely up, Minar cracked his knuckles, slowly moving towards the people.  Kanan stared, a sorrowful stare full of regret and sadness.  What had become of his apprentice? His eyes were golden, almost radiating hatred. He wore black robes, just as the old Jedi had except for the hooded cape. He was pale and smiled menacingly.
"I've come with a preposition, dear Rebellion. Now, don't worry, I have not yet given your position to the marvelous Empire. I just have a few demands."
"We do not bargain with your kind." Sato emphasized.
"Ezra!" Hera spat standing forward. "Ezra, please stop this. Please, come back to us."
"Ezra is dead, woman!" Minar practically screamed in anger. "The weak fail, and the strong prevail! Only Minar remains."
"No," Hera sighed. Kanan, furious, stepped forward.
"Minar, give me my apprentice back!" Kanan demanded. Minar sneered.
"Your apprentice is dead!" Minar screamed. "And soon all the other will be, too. Unless you fight me, Jedi scum."
"I refuse to fight you, apprentice." Kanan shook his head.
"Apprentice? I am no longer your apprentice." The words rolled off his tongue, striking Kanan in the heart.
"Who do you serve then? Maul?" Kanan pressured. He was pressing for an explosion.
"No, I do not serve that filth. My loyalties belong to Vader and the Empire."
"Do they now?" Kanan asked snidely.
"Kanan, stop." Hera whispered under her breath. Kanan shook his head.
"Do you wish to die?" Minar asked, stepping forward briskly. He ignited his blood red saber and held the blade to Kanan's throat. Kanan stood firm.
"Kanan!" Hera yelped. She fell back into the crowd fearfully.
"You will not kill me, Ezra." Kanan said firmly. Minar sneered.
"How are you so sure, Jedi?" Minar asked. Kanan stared into Minar's eyes, swearing he saw a small hint of blue.
"I know you, Ezra."
"Ezra is dead!"
"No." Minar stepped back in anger, swiftly striking Kanan in the arm, just enough to leave a mark.
"Fight you coward!" Minar screamed. Kanan ignited Ezra's old lightsaber and held it firmly.
"I will not fight you," Kanan said. "I will only protect myself." Minar spat in his direction. Then, the world started spinning, and he fell. Hera had knocked him out from behind.

That night, Minar woke up shirtless and chained to the wall in a cell. Hera sat in a chair in the corner opposite him, just out of his reach.
"Ezra, what happened to you?"  She asked. He looked down at himself. Scorches and scar covered his upper body from being struck by his master's saber.
"I told you. Ezra. Is. Dead."  Minar breathed, clearly separating the words. Hera frowned and shook her head.  She got to her feet and ran her hand over his scars. He scowled, spitting at her.
"Oh Ezra. I shouldn't have let you go. I shouldn't have stopped you."
"The death of that weakling was inevitable."  Minar spat. "There's nothing you could have done."  Silence filled the room. Minar scowled and Hera frowned.
"I'll be back with your dinner in a little while."  Hera said, leaving.
Outside the cell, she met up with Kanan, who awaited her worried. When she left the cell, Kanan could sense her sadness.
"Oh no, what happened?" Kanan asked. He took Hera's hand and kissed it.
"You're right." She said monotonously. "He's gone."

At Vader's Star destroyer, he paced impatiently. 
"Where is that boy?!"  He demanded to an officer.
"Sorry, sir, the tracking device in his tie was disabled."  The officer answered.
"What?"  Vader asked coolly, lifting his hand to a choking position. "What did you say?"  The officer choked and then his eyes rolled back into his head. Vader dropped his hand, scowling.

He went back to his private quarters, putting himself in a state of meditation and reaching out for his apprentice in the Force.
"Minar?"  He projected. "Minar!"
"Master," Minar projected back.
"What happened, Minar?   Why haven't you returned?"
"I was captured, my Master. But, I have a plan."
"What is it?"
"I will make them believe I am the boy they mourn. I will take them down from the inside. In a few days, prepare for a transmission of all important Rebellion locations."
"Good work, Minar.  I'll see you then."