happy father's day - blindrun

[merging]

 [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.]

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[blindrun]

[ third brother, atop the railing, turns half-way over to take a look at ezra. the first thing he sees is his white lightsaber, a spike of anger rushing through him at the sight of it. he could kill this girl right now in front of him and it would be satisfying, but there are bigger plans in store. he won't give into his anger - he will control it as his weapon.

his hand lifts and shoves out, a blast of dark energy erupting from his to shoot across the landing bay toward ezra. he just needs to push him back, make sure the distance isn't one the boy can recover against. ]

[merging]

[That's definitely enough to push Ezra back. Even as he's been growing stronger, defense isn't something he excels at and it's definitely not something he cares to work on. His forms may be less aggressive, but they're still incredibly aggressive.

He falls back, still calling out.]

Sabine!

[she can't hear him she's got airpods]

[blindrun]

[ by the time ezra calls out, third brother has already taken a leap off the railing and descended to the ground. from the back of the base he finds a speeder bike used for transit, which he quickly snaps up for his own needs. the last sight ezra will see is him riding the bike, sabine limply attached to his back, as he gets back to his ship. ]

[merging]

[Ezra pants, knowing this is all his fault and hating himself for ever coming to the base and putting everyone in danger. He gets why everyone hates him now. They were right.

His connection to the dark side flares up, stronger than it's been in weeks. And then Ahsoka catches up with him catching up with them. She reminds him to center himself, and says some weird Force stuff that he only half-listens to. But it calms him down, at least for now. He shouldn't rush in and risk Sabine's life, but he will save her. He'll save everyone, he has to.

Meanwhile Sabine is honkshoo zzzzz]

[blindrun]

[ the bike makes a quick travel from base to ship, and he gives it a solid cut apart with his saber once he's off with the mandolorian in tow. he cuffs her wrists down to the shotgun and it isn't more than a few minutes before they're going up into the air, past the atmosphere, and out to space. this isn't what he planned for, but that's fine. he doesn't have to go back to base right away and shouldn't if he doesn't have proof of ezra's death. they won't forgive his transgressions at this point.

once the ship is set into hyperspace and autopilot is set, he turns sabine around in her chair and waves his hand at her again. ]

Awaken.

[ he sits back down in the pilot chair across from her and waits, elbow pressed into the armrest and fist propping up his cheek. he's a bit tired honestly but it's fine. they're going to be in hyperspace for a while. ]

[convor]

[She wakes up with a sudden start, and as soon as she realizes where she is, starts struggling again. It's pointless, she knows, but better to make an effort than give in completely.]

Let me go.

[Her voice is laced with venom.]

[blindrun]

Oh. Sure.

[ he says lowly and straightens up, hands settled into the armrests. ]

I'll be letting you go as soon as Bridger and the Jedi who leads you come to your rescue. You'll be treated to a nice cell in an Imperial prison for your treason.

[convor]

I know you guys aren't all that smart, but that's not what letting go means.

[Struggling not working out? It's time for snark, a rebel's last defense.]

Besides, there are no Jedi. In the Rebellion or otherwise. You've seen to that, haven't you?

[blindrun]

You can drop the act. We know about Ahsoka Tano.

[ a shame she isn't dead when she's such a threat, but she's... off limits. they've been given strict orders to only take her alive and that's tough when she was trained by some of the best jedi in the galaxy. but if even the best jedi fell, then so will their apprentices. ]

Got to say, our intel didn't pickup that a Mandolorian was among the Rebel ranks. You shouldn't be too quick to pick sides on this considering your political advantage.

[convor]

Like I said, no Jedi.

[While she can't say she gets it entirely, she knows Ahsoka rejects that label. Well, actually she gets that part. Feeling separated from your people to the point you can't even call them your own. But the Force stuff? That's pretty much lost on her.]

I don't see what advantage I have. I'm a prisoner.

[blindrun]

[ third brother smirks small because she isn't playing dumb here. no, she's actually being guarded and rather smart about it. this is different than dealing with ezra. must be the mandolorian in her. ]

The Mandolorians are allies of the Empire. I'm sure they would hate for one of their own to be sent to a prison to work to death, or be executed by -- well, by not one of their own. And... I don't care much about you really.

So, what clan are you part of?

[convor]

I have no clan.

[Not anymore, anyways. And if she can prevent any more harm from coming to them, then she'll take that chance.]

If you're going to kill me, then do it. But that won't bring Ezra back to you and you know it.

[blindrun]

[ his expression turns dark, and his voice cold ]

Ezra is going to come back. Whether he wants to or not. [ that's simply the way it is, and moreso now that he has her as a hostage. ] You know I can make you tell me what I want. Make it easier on yourself - what clan are you part of?

[convor]

I know. That's why I'm telling you the truth.

[Her tone is smug, like he's the one who's captured here.]

I didn't think you'd call him Ezra. What, did you run out of numbers?

[She knows how it is with the Empire, how eager they are to crush out any flicker of individuality.]

[blindrun]

[ he ignores her question about the numbers - he knows she's just trying to rile him up - and instead turns his seat over to grab a datapad on the dashboard. quietly he taps at the screen, pulling up information on known dissidents, and searches up for those tagged as originated from mandalore. there are only a few listed, all with a photo, and though her hair color has changed her face hasn't. ]

Sabine Wren, House Vizla... Death Watch. [ his voice is low and impressed, slightly smirk wryly tugging at his lips. ] Mandalore has been looking for you.

[convor]

Wow, that's an impressive way of getting me to talk.

[It's basically what literally any low-level Imperial could do. She's been in their databases for some time, even before she became a rebel. Her photo's probably back from her days as a cadet.]

Your magic powers run out?

[blindrun]

No. [ he says, eyes still on the screen to look over her information. it's certainly a lot more interesting than the limited information collected on the bridgers. ] You want to see?

[convor]

I'm good. Kid shows off enough as is.

[It's kinda cute, in a little brother way. He reminds her of Tristan, though no way she'd ever tell him that.]

[blindrun]

He is a showboat, isn't he?

[ he turns the pad off and sets it to the side, eyes staring her down like a snake observes a mouse. ready to strike. ]

But he doesn't know all our secrets.

[ and then he lifts up a hand, imposing the presence of the dark side through his palm and toward her. there was something in that file he's curious about - the duchess. how did she feel when she learned her weapon could be so easily turned against her people, to subjugate the ones who did not want to bend? he wants to know. ]

[convor]

[She's not afraid of torture, and braces herself as he lifts his hand.

But this is different. Memories she's long suppressed come to the surface, no matter how hard she tries to push them back.]

Stop!

[It was a challenge, she's told herself time and time again. She wanted to see if it could be done, not even considering the fact the Empire could easily make her theories into reality. He wants to know how she feels about it? Some days she wonders if she even deserves to wear this armor. Other days, the thoughts are turned against her own family. She turned against Mandalore, they turned against her, and no matter where she places the blame, she can't seem to find peace. Ha, a Mandalorian looking for peace.

The truth is, she left to save everyone. And yet, everyday she pushes Mandalore and her family far, far out of her mind. She believes in the Rebellion, but it's also a great distraction.]

[blindrun]

[ he doesn't stop. he unearths the memories from the depths she buried them into, closes his eyes as she partakes in them, sees her pain, her betrayal, and yes - the hatred in them. for the empire and for herself. he lowers his hand once satisfied and opens his eyes again, predatory. ]

Creating a weapon of death against your own people... just to see if you could? Who does that?

[ only someone with the ego to think she can. it's almost funny. ]

[convor]

I was a child.

[she hisses back. Younger than Ezra was when the academy found him, but still old enough to know better.]

You've hunted your people to extinction. Who does that?

[blindrun]

[ a child? please. he doesn't buy that and neither does she. ]

"My people." [ he repeats, dully. ] My people put their trust in a government that made them into soldiers for a sham war. They deserved what happened.

[convor]

Then what do you deserve?

[Since he's following in their footsteps as a soldier for a crappy government.]

What does Ezra?

[blindrun]

We deserve this.

[ he waves a hand to himself. to what he is. an inquisitor, hunting down the remnants of what he hates. ]

Ezra... he likes the power. The strength it gives him. He just doesn't approve of working for anyone but himself. Someone so selfish is neither good to the empire nor the rebellion.

I'm going to kill him, for his own good. Then I'll send you to the Imperial prison you belong in. I'm sure your family will approve of the punishment.