After Order 66, nearly all Jedi were exterminated—but a handful managed to escape.
The Imperial Inquisitors were created by the Sith Emperor, Darth Sidious, for the sole purpose of hunting down these surviving Jedi.
They also scoured the galaxy in search of Force-sensitive children, attempting to lure them into the dark side.
Most Inquisitors were former Jedi who had fallen. Some joined the dark side willingly, but many were broken through torture—pushed into darkness by pain and hatred.
Once they embraced the dark side, their Force powers surged, fueled by emotion. Compared to their time as Jedi, their abilities grew exponentially.
Under the brutal training of Darth Vader, their potential was pushed to the limit. They became ruthless killing machines.
Amir trusted his own marksmanship and close-combat skills, but now wasn't the time for a showdown—he had to escape.
Especially when she had a lightsaber. One mistake and he'd be sliced in two. Sure, he had one too—but he still didn't know if it worked.
"You go on ahead to the docking bay and wait for me," Amir told the blue-skinned man.
Rensys said nothing, simply turned and took an alternate route. At least Amir wasn't rescuing a complete idiot.
Amir's body tensed. He switched his blaster to beam mode and braced himself.
"You're not going to run?" the female Inquisitor asked, strolling toward him casually. "A little runt like you, skulking around in the dark—what makes you think you can stand against me?"
Even with her helmet on, she could tell Amir wasn't fully grown.
"Shouldn't you be helping your teammate? He's in serious trouble," Amir said.
"You're the bigger threat," she replied coldly, igniting one side of her double-bladed lightsaber and advancing.
Amir quickly surveyed the corridor. There were three blast doors—emergency seals used to isolate parts of a ship during decompression.
Now, they could be his best chance to stall her.
She had just passed the first door, closing in on the second. The third door was just behind Amir.
If only BD-4 were here. Now he had to shoot the control panels himself—and missing the target meant the doors wouldn't close.
Fortunately, Amir had studied these systems. After observing them for so long, he knew exactly where to shoot.
He raised his blaster and fired at the second door's panel. Sparks exploded from the hit—right on target. The blast door began sliding shut.
The Inquisitor, reacting instantly, sprinted toward him at inhuman speed. She was fast—fast enough to make it through if nothing stopped her.
But Amir didn't try to block her. Instead, he turned and shot the panel on the third door as well—both doors began closing at the same time.
Amir sprinted toward the third door.
The Inquisitor managed to twist her body through the narrowing gap of the second door, but Amir was already past the third.
With both doors sealed, Amir even turned around and gave her a cheeky wave.
Furious, the Seventh Sister stabbed her lightsaber into the third door. The red blade burned through the alloy, glowing on the other side. She dragged it sideways, slowly carving an opening.
Amir, meanwhile, jogged calmly toward his ship, locking every blast door behind him as he went.
Rounding a corner, he reached a port—only to find a stormtrooper blocking the way, looking lost. The trooper saw Amir at the same time and instantly raised his blaster.
Stormtroopers were a curious species. In the movies, they always fired—but never hit a thing. Their gleaming white armor made them look imposing, but on screen, they were almost comically useless.
But in this real galaxy, Amir knew better. While many troopers were poorly trained, they were still dangerous to the average person. They were the Empire's enforcers.
So Amir's first thought was: What's the quickest way to knock him out and keep moving?
He switched his blaster to stun mode. Unless absolutely necessary, he preferred not to kill.
The circular stun pulse fired toward the trooper.
Unexpectedly, the trooper rolled to the side, dodging the shot. He wasn't some idiot who just stood there and took it. Then he countered—his own blaster also set to stun.
Amir ducked the shot and charged forward, planning to knock him out up close.
As he neared, Amir swung the butt of his blaster toward the trooper's head—but the stormtrooper dropped his weapon and grabbed Amir's wrist.
He dropped his blaster for hand-to-hand combat?
That surprised Amir. In all his years at the academy, only one person had that kind of reflexes and guts.
Amir pulled his hand back, tossed the blaster aside, and went for a straight punch. At this range, fists were faster than guns.
The punch struck square at the trooper's chest, but he blocked with crossed arms.
Amir followed up immediately—a high kick to the same spot. The impact slammed the trooper into the wall with a heavy thud.
Just as Amir picked up his blaster and was ready to move on, the trooper—half-kneeling on the ground—stood up again, raising his fists in a fighting stance.
The Seventh Sister glared at the sealed blast door, her rage boiling over as she recalled that helmeted brat waving mockingly at her.
Her lightsaber was nearly done cutting through.
Once I open this door, you're dead, she thought.
In about ten seconds, she finished carving a circular hole. With a tap of her foot, the alloy disc clattered to the floor.
She ducked through the opening and charged forward. When she reached the corridor's end, she spotted yet another sealed blast door on the left. She stopped in her tracks.
The door on the right was wide open, but even an idiot could tell her target had gone left.
She looked up at the overhead vent. The opening was tight—but the interior looked passable.
She raised her lightsaber.
Back on the rebel ship, the two rescued comrades were safe. But Fulcrum hadn't returned.
The young man Amir had injected earlier—Hark—was awake now. Outside the docking port, technician Parks Ivanovich stood silently, still waiting.
"Parks," Hark called out, "Who's the enemy? Is Fulcrum in danger?"
"Trust in Lady Fulcrum," Parks replied calmly, leaning against the wall.
Far away, Ahsoka was locked in fierce combat with the Fifth Brother. Even though she held the upper hand, she didn't let her guard down. Inquisitors were known for their unpredictability—and the dark side could strike in cruel and unexpected ways.
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