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happy father's day - blindrun
[Honestly? He's been here wayyy longer than he planned to be. He knew it'd be hard to escape, but it had to be possible. That's what he kept telling himself. Days turned into weeks turned into months and now? It's been over a year.
The other Inquisitors still don't completely treat him like one of them. Or maybe teasing is their way of doing so? He rolls his eyes whenever they call him "baby brother", thinking they could at least have some sense of professionalism. But everything's been going okay for the most part. As okay as it can be when you're an Inquisitor-in-training.
Except today was... well, it was something else. They were assigned to ambush a small rebel cell that was said to be working with a Jedi. It should've been easy, except for the part where it wasn't. The rebels got away and the Inquisitors had failed. Now Ezra's standing outside the Grand Inquisitor's office while the adults debrief. It's frustrating, being left out like this, but he also knows there isn't much he can do about it.]
The other Inquisitors still don't completely treat him like one of them. Or maybe teasing is their way of doing so? He rolls his eyes whenever they call him "baby brother", thinking they could at least have some sense of professionalism. But everything's been going okay for the most part. As okay as it can be when you're an Inquisitor-in-training.
Except today was... well, it was something else. They were assigned to ambush a small rebel cell that was said to be working with a Jedi. It should've been easy, except for the part where it wasn't. The rebels got away and the Inquisitors had failed. Now Ezra's standing outside the Grand Inquisitor's office while the adults debrief. It's frustrating, being left out like this, but he also knows there isn't much he can do about it.]
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in the memory pulled a battle rages on. men in armor not unlike that of storm troopers, yet distinct in the dark steel color and red accents, fire at two jedi. one an older woman, her voice strong yet resolute as she crisply delivers her order. the other a young teenager, close to ezra's age, who stands behind her as she swiftly deflects each blast the soldiers fire on her. she wields a green light saber with precision and focus, but she is outnumbered.
Go. I'll be right behind you.
he knows she is lying, the first time she ever has, and still with hesitation in his heart he turns to run for the nearby hills in the dark. some of the soldiers begin to direct their blasters on him, but he only turns to look once he's up the hill--
--in time to see her gunned down by a soldier that circled around from behind. he does not scream, frozen in horror as the reality of what has happened begins to hit him. the soldiers look up to him and he turns to run again. he flees into the woods, a plan coming up in his mind to hide in the foliage and curl up to avoid detection.
it's a plan that never sees execution, as a round of blaster fire hits his ankle and throws him to the ground. he scrambles to get up but it's too late, as one of the soldiers rushes to grab him. he screams, activating his saber to swing and cuts through them with panic. another fires at him and he deflects it back, the blast hitting them. the third, however, manages to blast another round at him - set to stun.
he falls back, body shuddering and stopping, and all he can do is look up as the clone soldier walks over and stares him down.
This is CC-10/994. Jedi Master Depa Billaba down. Jedi Padawan C̣͆̋͜a̧̢̗̠̟͍̒̿̏̀̅͟͡͡l̫̩̜̻̘̈̈́͐́͘͢͠e̢̛̙̯̿͋b̢̐ ͇̼̮̗͋̄̄̄D͚̪̘͂̊͝u̹̹͚͍̰̼̙̽͛̅͆̍͘̚m͕̟̩̯̦̐̒̑͑̕e̢̛̫̰̣̪̐̈́̅̒ apprehended. ]