A Step Into The Dark | Cal Kestis AU

Chapter 3: Interrogation

Eva stared at me, her green eyes bored and annoyed. She didn't seem as scared now.

That was going to change.

I came up to my full height and stalked over to the chair in the center of the room.

"You can try as hard as you want to look menacing, but really you're not all that scary, Mr. Redhead." Eva rolled her eyes.

"Say what you want, Jedi, but I'm going to get the information I need one way or another." I got up in her face, and she leaned back as far as possible. "And I don't like the easy way."

She scoffed. "I literally can't provide you with any information. Unless you want to know how to roast Jotaz. I'm an expert in that."

"Enough of your games. Where are the other Jedi?"

Eva laughed. "If I knew where they were do you think I would be here? I honestly have no idea. After the Purge, I think most went into hiding. That is, the ones you didn't kill, Ginger."

I scowled. "Stop calling me that."

"Why, does it bother you? Oh well, I actually could care less." She shrugged the best she could in the shackles.

I wasn't used to someone who wasn't afraid. She seemed more fearful on Zeffo, what happened to that?

"So Ginger, what else do you want to know? I still have that killer Jotaz recipe if you want it. Hey! You're a killer. You'd love this recipe."

"Why were you on Zeffo?" I did my best to bite back any remarks.

"Well I mean why not? Easy place to hide out, stormtroopers are cowards, and Jotaz. Duh."

I slammed my fist down onto the side of the interrogation chair. "Tell me what I want to know!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Calm down, Ginger. I honestly don't have any information. I've been isolated since the Purge."

Scowling, I remembered what the Second Sister had said.

'And Cal? Have some fun with that Jedi. Make then suffer.'

I looked at Eva.

"You won't give me what I want. So I'll just have to take it."

"What do you want from me? What do you wanna know? I'm trying to tell you what I can, you know, but I don't know much."

My eyes narrowed. "You're lying. I can hear it in your voice."

Her own eyes widened slightly. There was the fear I had seen earlier. That's what Iiked to see.

"I'm not lying. I'm Eva Taris, I've been alive for about 18 years, I'm a Jedi, and I escaped during the Purge to Zeffo. What else can you possibly need to know?"

"Everything," I whispered in her ear.

Eva shuddered.

"And if you won't tell me," I murmured, still standing close to her ear, "then I'm going to have to take it myself."

"I don't have anything else to tell you!" She screamed, her voice echoing around the small room.

"Oh, but you do." I put my hand out, using the Force.

Eva started screaming and yelling again, but I just ignored it.

I was going to find answers.

The world switched from the small room to a large one, one that was easily recognisable.

It was one of the Padawan training rooms, likely one I had been in myself.

A shorter girl stood with her back to me. She was dressed in typical padawan attire, her medium length, dusty brown hair pulled back with her braid to the side.

She turned and looked straight at me with piercing green eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Part of me almost answered as she walked forward.

However, she didn't stop, though. Instead, she walked right through me.

I quickly turned around to see her looking at another young Padawan, likely her age or close to it.

"Eva, you have to come with me, please," the other girl pleaded. "It's about Master Xara."

The first girl, who was Eva, nodded and started running alongside the other padawan.

I attempted to follow, but the scene changed. Now, I was standing in a garden.

There were a few tall trees in a field of lush, green grass, with flowers scattered about.

I turned around and saw one of said trees- and Eva sitting under it.

She looked a little older here, maybe by about two or three years.

Eva was picking at the grass when she looked up at the sky.

"Master, this has been so hard," she breathed. "It isn't the same without you. And the worst part about it is that nobody seems to understand. I just- I just wish you here right now."

The scene switched yet again, and I saw Eva, even older now, holding her blue lightsaber.

Fear sparked to life behind her eyes as she focused on something behind me.

"I'm sorry," Eva whispered, before swinging her saber right through me.

A clone trooper dropped to the ground, and he clearly wasn't going to be getting back up.

I was expecting for something to change again, but I found myself unconsciously following Eva through the ship, temple, wherever it was we were at the moment

She ran swiftly through halls and rooms, stopping in a hangar where fighters were sitting, waiting to be flown into the sky.

Eva killed the clones with ease, hopping into the nearest ship.

I could've sworn she looked right at me and mouthed something, but I must've been delusional. These were her memories. She couldn't see me. Right?

The next thing I knew, I was with Eva in the fighter she took.

"Oh my lord here we go," she whispered.

I looked down to see her ready to press the eject button, and with one simple click everything changed.

Now, we were clearly on Zeffo. Eva was dirty and wet, looking as though she had just fallen in some sort of swamp.

She was coughing and shivering as she climbed up a small hill, somehow maintaining grip on the lightsaber she held.

I watched as she walked to the very hallway I had found her in, and climb down the ladder.

A scream echoed in my ears and I blinked once, looking up at Eva still in the chair.

Her face was red, but she wasn't crying. She stared right at me, hatred and anger practically radiating off her.

"Your Master died even before the Purge," I murmured. "You let her die. You never saved her because you never went on the mission with her."

"Shut up! You don't know what happened just shut up!"

I smirked. "Oh, I know what happened, Eva. You were a failure. No other Master wanted you. You never completed your training. You're an outcast. A nobody."

"No! You don't know anything about me, you don't know what happened all those years ago! You're just making stuff up to get into my head," she cried, looking almost ready to shed tears.

"Ralin Xara," I whispered. "Went on a recon mission, and you refused to go with. She returned in critical condition and died. All because her Padawan failed her in a time of need. That's what you are, Eva," I yelled. "You're a failure, and that is what you'll always be until your dying breath."

She looked about ready to rip me to pieces as I scoffed.

I'd like to see her try.

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Eek sorry this got up late and is kind of just crap... but I wanted to include some of Eva's backstory as well.