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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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Let me go.
[Her voice is laced with venom.]
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[ 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.
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[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?
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[ 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.
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[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.
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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?
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[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.
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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?
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[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.]
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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.
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[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?
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[It's kinda cute, in a little brother way. He reminds her of Tristan, though no way she'd ever tell him that.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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[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?
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"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.
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[Since he's following in their footsteps as a soldier for a crappy government.]
What does Ezra?
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[ 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.
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You're wrong about him. You just couldn't see him for who he truly is. After all... I'm sure all you ever saw was a tool.
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He's not a tool. He's my apprentice. My brother. His betrayal will not be forgiven.
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[While Ezra probably thought a real family meant his biological family, Sabine means something different. After all, her real family is on the Ghost, not Mandalore.]
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He wanted to be an Inquisitor, until it was actually time to become one.
[ ezra's desire for it wasn't faked or acted out for his benefit. he didn't want to work under the empire at the end of the day. ]
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Did you care for him?
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