We were right in front of the door to Thrawn's office, they had confiscated our weapons. Meaning no escape unless we escaped, but even then our chances were slim. The blast doors slid open, revealing Thrawn in all of his glory. A Jedi Temple Guard's mask sitting on in his desk.
"It was a wise decision for you to surrender."
"We didn't have much choice." Ezra responded,
"Oh, nonsense. You could've chosen to let your people die. However, you both chose to be Jedi. Predictable." Ezra's gaze hardened and my own shoulders stood rigid as he strutted slowly through his office.
"You two follow a long history written by the Jedi, where the choose what they believe to be morally correct, instead of what is strategically sound."
"And yet, the Jedi have survived." Ezra said,
"Hmm, the Jedi once numbered in the thousands. What's left are a scattered, frightened lot, mostly beaten and in hiding, or poorly trained children like yourselves."
"We aren't afraid." Thrawn ignored my comment, continuing on with what he was going to say.
"I must admit, the mysteries of the Force are an enigma to me."
"Then may it stay mystery." I spat, he paused giving me a harsh glare before going on as if I had said nothing.
"But for all those abilities, all the power," he lifted the Jedi Temple Guard mask up with his blue fingers, examining it casually, "the Jedi lacked the vision for how to wield it."
"The Force isn't a weapon, but you'll never understand that."
"Your friend has seen it differently." Thrawn said, walking up to me. He was a soft spoken man, but his words were sharper than knives.
"I don't believe we've had a proper introduction, who might you be?"
"I am Celeste Greys, Daughter of Jedi Master Finlay Greys. I'm a Jedi and whatever you do, you can't take that away from me."
"How inspiring. You certainly aren't the same girl I sent my spies out to look for. That girl would've seen the Empire is the much better option." He snarled, his red eyes staring daggers at me and Ezra.
"Why did you send spies looking for me?"
"You see, I had to confirm my arrival time. I had to confirm you were a Jedi and with the rebels. Because two Jedi are so much better than one, I waited until my suspicions were confirmed." Thrawn said, a small, terrifying smirk crawling up his face.
"As I was saying before, my intention was not to utterly destroy Lothal, but that is inevitable now."
"You! You're a monster!" I yelled, trying to tear my restraints apart but Ezra stopped me.
"Don't let him aggravate you. Keep the darkness down."
I took a deep breath of the metallic smelling air, feeling an immediate sense of calm and balance throughout my force again.
"These are a few of the artifacts I've gathered from your home world. I saved what I could. I have even taken some of Sabine Wren's work." Thrawn muttered, admiring the artwork before turning back to us.
"She's quite talented, or... was quite talented."
"You think you can take whatever you want, things you didn't make, didn't earn, things you don't even understand! You don't deserve to have this art or Lothal." Anger was clearly depicted in Ezra's body language now, from his deep indigo eyes to the way he walked up to Thrawn.
"Who deserves what is irrelevant. What matters is who has power." Thrawn explained, inching closer and closer to Ezra.
"But that is something the Jedi won't teach you, so I'll take you to someone who will." As soon as he said that, the blast doors opened. About ten stormtroopers, rushed in, taking a hold of me and dragging me away from Ezra and Thrawn.
"Ezra!"
"Celeste!" He yelled,
"Trust in The Force, Celeste!" Ezra boomed, before the blast doors were shut behind me.
I'll find a way back to you.
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SPECTRE-7: RESTORED
Fanfiction"You are a Rebel. No matter what anyone says." Celeste Greys is broken. She lost the only family she ever knew. Her best friends, her mentor and any connection she had to her Father- gone when she left the Ghost Crew. Even though it is said time he...
