Inquisitorius Competition

The tall, shadowy, hooded figure of Abadeer Taasii strolled quickly through the streets of Coronet. This city was huge, bustling and took Taasii right out of his element. He was on a secret mission, straight from the Grand Master himself. Abadeer had recently been inducted to the secret society of the Inquisitorius, the secret sect of the Brotherhood tasked with eliminating threats to the Grand Master and the Brotherhood itself. Taasii had been given this assignment three days ago, on a secure hololink channel.

———— Taasii sat quietly in his quarters on the massive space station, The Anchorage. He’d been reading through a holocron, gleaning information and power. A slow beeping came from across the room, there was a small desk in his room with a hololink projector. Taasii set down his holocron and walked over to the desk and activated the call. Instead of the normal blue toned figure that would appear, only a symbol, one the Hunter recognized as Inquisitorius appeared from the holo projector.

The voice that came out was distorted, and robotic. It could have been male, female or who knows what else, Abadeer couldn’t tell. “The Grand Master has need of the Inquisitorius, to perform for him a mission on the core world of Corellia. There are a number of Jedi there attempting to acquire a ship from the Engineering Clans.”

“Of course, my lord,” Abadeer replied back, “What would you have me do?”

“Go to the capital city of Coronet, gather what information you need, and hunt them down. Whatever means necessary for stopping the Jedi from gaining that ship.” the disguised voice said. “Do not disappoint us, we are easily displeased and you can insure that our wrath would be unlike anything you’ve ever faced.”

Taasii felt a chill down his spine, indeed the Inquisitorius were powerful. The hololink cut out and left the room silent. The Togruta could not do much more than just stand there for a moment. He was a Hunter now, training to hunt down and kill Jedi. He looked up. He would not fail. He could not, or he had no doubt it would cost him his life. ————

Abadeer shook his head, he’d arrived on the planet quickly in his Sith Interceptor following the interaction with the mysterious call. He was not skilled at all in gaining information through the Force, pulling it directly from other’s mind, but he had other means. More crude and basic. He’d learned from a now dead Rodian thug that there were Jedi in hiding in Coronet. This particular night was the time that was rumored the Engineering clan was supposed to be sending off a new ship. A CR90 Corvette class runner. If the Jedi had this ship, it would allow them a mobile base of operations that would afford them means to avoid capture and punishment from the Grand Master.

The Plaguein made his way through the streets trying to stay inconspicuous, but still move quickly. After several more minutes Taasii made his way into the shipping yards. Miles and miles of construction areas where ships launched on a daily basis. The Inquisitor’s eyes narrowed searching for the Corvette. After searching for a few moments he spotted the massive ship some ways in to the shipping yard. It was hard to make out but it looked like there were people getting ready to load supplies onto the ship for take off. Abadeer needed to hurry. He started off at a run, even tapping into the Force to help get to the ship as quickly as possible. There was a decent sized wall surrounding the yard preventing average citizens unauthorized entry. Taasii was no average citizen, and with Force fueled muscles he vaulted himself over wall from his running start.

Making his way through the various ships and construction projects Abadeer eventually made his way to the Corvette. It did indeed look just about prepared for take off. Unfortunately for the young Sith, there were several Jedi all standing watch, making sure the preparations went well. Abadeer was not sure how we would be able defeat one Jedi, let alone all of them. They could all be Masters for all he knew. Continuing to stay low, attempting to suppress his emotions as best as he could to remain undetected, the Plaguein made his way around the perimeter of the ship. There was no way he’d make it two steps up the main hatch without being cut down by the Jedi. He’d have to figure something else out.

Taasii made his way deeper into the shipping yard to try to find some smaller more militarized ships. The Corvette once in orbit would be difficult to take down with its shields, but down on the ground during preparations stages would much easier to seriously damage or destroy. There a few larger ships with weapon systems, but Abadeer would have difficulty flying and gunning in one of these. He continued his search for a smaller ship. Eventually the perfect ship presented itself. An old Imperial TIE/sa Bomber, probably claimed right after the fall of the Emperor.

Abadeer ran up to the ship, reaching out with the Force to descend the entrance hatch. The Togruta wasn’t highly familiar with ships, but he did know how to fly. He sat down at the controls hoping that TIE bombers weapons would still be active. He quickly went through the launch procedure and brought the ship up into the air. He maneuvered it quickly with a heading straight for the Corvette. Once Abadeer got close enough he pulled on the trigger to activate his targeting system and begin his bombing run. A loud wurring noise came from down below the Plaguein. What happened next was not what he’d hoped. A bomb descended as planned, but instead of being directed for the Corvette it dropped straight down on to a small freighter ship. It exploded grandly, but not what Abadeer had wanted. Everyone was alerted to him now, and glancing down he saw that there was only the one bomb in the ship. He’d lost his chance.

The onboard computer system started blaring, warning him that he was now locked onto by the Corvette’s weapon systems. He did his best to perform evasive maneuvers to stay out of the way, not confident in the shielding on the ship. A desperate idea came to him, but it would be risky. Turning the ship back straight for the Corvette, Abadeer set it to full throttle and grabbed onto the ejector seat lever like his life depended on it. Moments before impact he pulled the switch and deployed straight into the air while watching his TIE fighter crash stupendously with another colossal explosion into the Corvette’s bridge.

After landing his ejector seat, Abadeer ran for his life. He couldn’t be sure any Jedi were even injured in the attack, and they would be pursuing him now. He just wanted to get off the planet now with his life.

Lights flashed all around as Abadeer dropped out of lightspeed. A beautiful blue and green planet loomed ahead in the distance. Taasii was ready to unwind after the long battles fought on Florrum. Serenno was a beautiful planet with plenty of nature for Taasii to escape into. He didn’t have a desire to go back to Shilli currently, but he needed to escape the technology and the cities.
The Togruta brought his Infiltrator in for a landing. After turning off the ship, Taasii walked out into the fresh open air of the field he’d landed in. He was going out, on an unknown course to try to loosen up. He’d left all of his weapons and gear in the ship. He return in a few days. There were mountains to the east of his location and he decided to head there.
The Hunter spent several hours hiking through the plains that he’d landed in. Occasionally seeing, hearing or picking up on his echolocation small animals scurrying through the grass. He ignored them all, just enjoying being away from people. Eventually Abadeer made it to the mountains. It was getting later, nearly evening now. A slow fog was rolling down the side of the mountains now. The Sith would not be deterred, he was determined to make it to the top of the mountain.
Hiking upwards there weren’t many difficult places that Taasii couldn’t get through. Coming over one rise the Togruta stared up at an incredibly steep cliff. He rolled his shoulders, getting ready for a climb. He would test his strength against this cliff. He reached up and found purchase in the rocks, hoisting his body off the ground. He continued to climb the tall rock face, which took about fifteen solid minutes of hard work. Reaching the top, with sweat dripping down his entire body. His finger muscles and forearms were aching, but with a good soreness. It had been a good climb, and the journey was worth it.
As he continued to hike, Taasii would pass his hands on the solid trees of the mountain. They were different than those of his own home world. Less wild, but almost stronger. They’d survived the winds and cold of the mountain. An increasing rushing noise alerted the Hunter to running water. As he approached a beautiful clearing appeared, with a majestic waterfall crashing to the rocks below.
Abadeer was right near the base of the fall and decided he’d stay here for the night. He could use some time to clear his mind. He removed his cloak and his top and strode into where the water was crashing down. He knelt down and crossed his legs. The water crashing down on his head and shoulders was quickly overwhelming to his senses. It stimulated his echolocation, totally causing the Hunter to lose sense of his surroundings.
After losing the sense of everything around him Taasii let his conscious slowly slip into himself, until he’d nearly lost himself in the meditation. After an indeterminable amount of time Taasii slowly opened his eyes. He was met with the rising sun over the horizon. He stood up and walked out of the waterfall. He’d been there all night, in a state between being awake and asleep. An almost total loss of consciousness. He became aware of how cold he was, the cool mountain air and the nearly icy temperature of the water had caused the tips of his extremities to go numb. He closed his eyes focusing on the numbness, using the Force to bring warmth back into his limbs. He wrapped his top and cloak back around his frame and started back up the mountain.
It took several more hours, but finally Abadeer arrived at the summit. The view was beautiful and the Sith felt like he was on top of the world. He contemplated his rise to power. He was in a process, but he imagined this is what it would be like when he made it to the top. He stayed for several hours pondering his path and where his journey would lead. Finally the man stood and began to make the arduous journey back to his ship. The respite had been good and exactly what he’d needed, but it was time to get back to work.

Prompt Choice: Enemy Mine

Character Rival: Ryan Neale #10609

Malice blinked awake, realizing instantly she was somewhere unfamiliar. Leaning aginst the back wall, she seemed to be in some kind of prison cell. She tried to think of how she had gotten here, but the last thing she remembered was creeping over a hill in an attempt to get some information on the Odan Urr fighters nearby. She'd volunteered herself for the mission, knowing her stealth abilities outmatched anyone else on her team. Had she even gotten close enough to hear anything? She didn't think so. Something must have happened before she could reach them.

"Oh good, you're awake." A voice called from the other side of her cell. She looked up, scowling immediately. The voice belonged to a man who wore a fairly smug expression, his arms folded as he looked down at her. His dark blonde hair was cut fairly short, and he had very dark blue eyes. He reeked with light side energy, and Malice could only assume she'd been captured at some point. Sighing mostly to herself, she frowned at the thought of what Selika would say whenever she managed to escape this cell.

"I'm Ryan," The man began again. Malice raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm here to guard you, so don't get any ideas. I'm armed, you're not. It would be a very unwise choice to try anything."

She didn't reply, already focusing on trying to find a way out. She wasn't sure where she was, but she figured it was most likely somewhere on Florrum that they'd made a temporary base for holding prisoners. Even if she got out, she wouldn't make it far. There would be more enemies walking around, and she was likely to stick out like a sore thumb.

"So, you're Malice, right?"

The man's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she shot a glare at him from the corner of the room.

"I've heard about you. You're the Nexu girl, aren't you?" His eyes clearly showed his interest, and he didn't seem to care really at all that she was a dangerous sith.

"Yeah, I guess you could call me that." She said cautiously, eyeing him. He grinned at her response, seeming to get even more interested. She met his eyes coldly, and he seemed confused for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know if you've noticed or not but I'm not exactly in an ideal situation. " She snapped back. He flinched slightly at her voice, frowning.

"That's true I suppose. You were the only one we managed to capture, though. we set an explosion off and you were close enough to it that it hit you enough to knock you out. The rest of your clanmates escaped, though." He explained.

So that's what had happened. Malice was glad at least that no one else had been captured. She looked back up at her guard, her mind beginning to turn. He was friendly, and she sensed a lot of emotion in him, something he didn't seem shy about expressing, either. She turned her back to him, wanting to try to do some more thinking. He seemed like an obnoxiously pleasant person. He was probably a gentleman, and she wouldn't be surprised if his goal currently was to make a new friend. Jedi really were pathetic. Though this is the closest she'd been to one since arriving at her own clan, she knew enough to know she didn't plan on coming into contact with them again.

"Anyway, I'm not sure what we plan to do with you after the fighting is over, to be honest." The man admitted. Malice looked over her shoulder at him, trying to pick up any small details that might be useful.

"I'll probably be killed." She said matter of factly, shrugging.

The Jedi looked slightly worried.

"I'm sure they wouldn't. The Jedi are just in their actions. Perhaps they would ransom you back?"

"No one is going to pay you any amount of money for me back. It's not how we are. I'll be killed, and your precious Jedi will have the blood of a double murder on their hands." She turned her head back around, waiting for his reaction. Her pregnancy hadn't been something she'd made known to a lot of people. Selika knew and that was about it. Not that it needed to be a secret, Malice just wasn't one to go spurting her personal information off to anybody she saw.

"Wait...you're not...are you?" Ryan's voice, while at the start held disbelief, had now turned to shock. Even if she wasn't entirely, her unborn child was innocent. She felt him start to pity her, which is exactly the thing she'd been hoping to feel. She grinned to herself as she heard him pace a few lengths of the cell door. She brought her arm up slowly to her mouth, biting into it. She stiffened at the pain but didn't stop until she felt her own blood begin to well out of the wound, coating her tongue in the taste of iron. Looking behind her, the Jedi was still pacing, now seemingly deep in thought about her current circumstance. A drop of blood fell from her arm and onto the stone floor, and she hissed, breathing sharply. She hoped it seemed genuine.

"You're bleeding," Ryan said, gripping the bars on the door to her cell and looking in. She looked down, pretending it had been her first time seeing it.

"Hmm, I'm not actually sure how that happened." She said, examining the wound. She touched it with a finger and flinched like it had been very painful. Hopefully, the Jedi wouldn't be able to resist helping a damsel in distress.

Her plan seemed to work, as she heard him grumble under his breath about being quick and that no one would see, as he tore some material from his shirt, unlocking and stepping into her cell. She didn't move right away but allowed him to come closer. He noticed her stiffen as he got closer and held his hands up as a sign of good intentions.

"whoa there. I'm just going to get that wrapped up for you. We don't want you losing a lot of blood." He approached carefully, kneeling to her level and taking her arm gently. His eyes now held nothing but concern and worry. Strange that he had only known her for however long she'd been in this cell, and yet seemed to care so much about such a small injury.

He tied the wrapping off, and while Malice saw the blood seeping through, it had slowed a considerable amount. She hadn't punctured anything important, and it would've stopped on its own in time, but this was going to help it get there a bit faster.

"There you go, good as-"

The Jedi's sentence was cut off as Malice faced him quickly, placing a hand on his head. Drawing on her force powers, she wove a new image in his mind. She searched until she found a face she assumed was his higher up, and threw his image outside the cell. She couldn't see anything, but Ryan would see it as if it was really happening. He stood up quickly, making a frantic saluting motion.

Malice didn't need to have physical contact with him to continue the illusion, so she simply sat and watched him talk to the wall, truly believing he was being spoken to. Her illusion of his superior told him she was being moved to a new location because Clan Plagueis had begun to close in on their location. They wanted to move her there first, to ensure that the new area would not be attacked by their rivals. Ryan nodded, seemingly relieved to hear their prisoner would not be killed. He turned to her as his superior walked away, pulling a pair of restraints out. She eyed them before looking back to him.

"I need to put these on you so we can get you moved. They aren't going to kill you, just move you. I promise to keep you safe." she could see that he meant it, and almost pitied him. He was so good hearted. Perhaps this was just the lesson he needed to show him how foolish he was.

She stood slowly as he walked into the cell again, and pulled her arms behind her back, binding them together. He grabbed them, pushing her forward and out of the cell. She tried to look as irritated as she could as they passed a few pairs of what she could only assume were more Jedi. They didn't seem to think much of it, and continued on without a word. She refused to move a few times, earning her a shove from the Jedi behind her, which was most often followed by an apology.

Once they'd finally made it outside, Malice could see just how much damage the fighting had done to the planet. There were entire parts of the planet blasted away from different explosions, and a few injured bodies lay strewn about the ground. She slowly replaced the image with another illusion. This one showed a clear path to the new location, and a few soldiers waiting to escort them. They walked in silence, Malice pausing to struggle for effect every now and again. She couldn't reach out to try to sense her clan without losing the illusion, so she'd have to time her actions perfectly. She glanced back at the base Odan Urr had taken refuge in. It was simply a large cave looking structure, and she was glad to be out of it.

The pair of them continued walking, and Malice was actually surprised they hadn't been stopped at all. Perhaps the others had thought she was being taken out to be killed. It was the only reason that made sense to her as to why they would have allowed this man to single handedly take her out of the facility. She was cuffed and being led out to the middle of nowhere in their eyes. It would make sense to kill her away from the rest of the group.

Finally, once they were far enough away, Malice dropped the illusion, and Ryan took a step back.

"What? I don't understand. Where did the troops go?" He asked, blinking and looking around. When his gaze fell upon Malice, he looked hurt and betrayed.

"Did you do this? I was trying to protect you and take care of you."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me. I'm not a child." She spat back at him, her hate clearly evident. "I do have to thank you, though. I would never have made it out without you." She flashed a smile at him, and she saw his expression darken ever so slightly. She felt him begin to reach out with the force and laughed. Confusion and fear clouded his face, as his attempt at using the force ended in failure. She'd been working on this trick for a long time and hadn't gotten to properly test it out just yet. Realization sunk in as the Jedi realized his connection to the force had been disrupted.

"What did you do to me?" He demanded, now beginning to panic. He released small spurts of force energy, but nothing even close to what he had been attempting to do.

"A lot less than I would have liked, trust me." She purred, enjoying toying with him. "I promise you, I would love to stay and torment you until you begged me to end your life, but I have places to be."

Keeping half of her concentration on continuing to suppress his force ability, she used her illusion ability again to simply darken the Jedi's sight. He would see nothing until she was far enough away that her connection would break. Until then, he was blind in every sense of the word, and she watched with satisfaction as he dropped to his knees, feeling around on the ground and in the air for her. Smirking, she leapt forward, landing solidly on the ground nearby, and began her trip back to the clan. She ran forward, wondering what she had missed while she had been gone.