Pain. Her entire being was pain, and there wasn't enough light to wash it away. It had been drained from her.
"You cannot fathom the depths of my disappointment, Inquisitor Iscandar."
Inquisitor Atrapes straightened out the creaseless sleeves of his uniform with a sigh, his hands, clad in black nerfhide gloves once more, almost convincing her that what had just occurred was a dream. He'd begun wearing the gloves since travelling to see the progress of another of his proteges on another planet. Iscandar couldn't remember her name now, her thoughts scattered to the winds. The twilek Inquisitor had been somewhat surprised at what had seemed a show of affectation on her mentor's part, but she knew now that it was not affectation at all that had caused him to add the gloves.
"Do you think I am embarrassed?" he asked, looking up at her after making sure the gloves were secure. "One of my personally trained students lied and allowed a mortal enemy of the Empire to escape and moreover could be said to have facilitated his escaped and abetted in the damages he has wrought since. After what I had done for you. How weak."
Iscandar gasped, feeling cool air rush into the room. She could see her lightsaber, the wooden one gifted her by the Tree in the Library, in his hand. He studied it intently, but he looked at her. She kept his gaze, and did not look at the hilt.
He smiled wryly.
"Perhaps it is my fault. Perhaps I did not train you enough, or felt you ready before your time."
"No," she gasped. "You are not at fault. It is mine."
"Oh? As your teacher, the one who vouched for you before the Grand Inquisitor, who trained you and allowed you to study the Light over anything else, I feel some responsibility for these events." Atrapes tossed her the hilt. She caught it, surprised; she had expected it to be taken from her.
"It is obvious that your continued failures point to a consistent weakness. You have not turned against the Empire; we would know of that if it happened. Frustration, perhaps?"
Atrapes hooked his own lightsaber to his belt and waited for Iscandar to gain the strength to stand. She felt a tumult of emotions inside, but mostly she felt the disappointment radiating from Atrapes. It compounded with her own guilt at her actions that day on Ossus, marching into the corvette with nothing but a list of planets and their coordinates.
"You are discontented. I never promised you peace, Inquisitor Iscandar. Peace is not a lie, as the Sith claim. Neither is it a truth or static state of being as the Jedi teach. It is as mutable as anything else you will feel, Iscandar." Atrapes walked around her as she staggered to her feet. "I will send you once more to apprehend this Jedi. But obviously as it stands you are unable to defeat him."
Iscandar's eyes widened. Atrapes noted this.
"We never gain strength or reach our potential by shying away from what has defeated us. One faces their fears, conquers their desires, and disciplines the weaknesses of the body. It is the same with external foes as with these inner demons."
Atrapes walked back into full view, having completed one circuit around her. The training room lightened from its former dimness, and Atrapes tossed a coiled object at her. She caught it, and saw it was a vibrowhip.
"We will begin training you to use this weapon, and you will build one that operates much as a lightsaber."
His lightsaber activated, humming as he stepped forward towards her.
"Begin."
Present Day
Vigil-class Corvette Arbiter
Dathomir Orbital Space
"Scans are showing unusual meteorological events in the planet's atmosphere."
The captain of the Arbiter, a career officer serving his fifteenth year, looked at the datapad presented by his second in command. He frowned.
"Atmospheric storms should pose no obstacle to our pursuit," he said. The lieutenant commander nodded.
"Normally not. But there are some anomalies that the algorithms have brought to our attention."
"Is this worthy of bringing to our commander's attention?" the Captain asked, looking at the Inquisitor standing at the bridge viewport. Unlike the few others he'd been privy to work with, this Inquisitor wore a long hooded cloak, which shrouded any and all distinguishing features. All they could truly see was a pair of black gloves on his or her hands.
"I believe that it is, sir," the second responded. The Captain sighed. The Arbiter was ostensibly a customs and patrol ship, hunting down smugglers and small groups of Rebels. It was specially set aside as a ship to be available for the use of Inquisitors who had need of a corvette or frigate.
"Very well," he said, bringing the datapad to the pacing Imperial Agent. After a few moments of speaking, the Captain returned.
"Helm, continue on course to intercept. Draw power from weaponry to engines, and begin the startup sequences for the tractor beams."
"Sir! We're getting a spike in readings from the storms in the atmosphere!"
"What-"
The ship jolted, lights dimming and the inertial dampeners completely going offline for a few moments before the ship corrected for the surge.
"What was that?" the Captain asked.
"A large bolt of plasma from the storms in the atmosphere. It acted much like the discharge from an ion cannon."
"The fugitive ship has been hit as well. Scanners read it falling into the atmosphere. Signal lost."
The Inquisitor marched down the walkway of the bridge and spoke to the Captain quietly.
"Very well. We shall wait here for you, as you wish."
The Inquisitor walked to the turbolift and entered it. The doors closed behind the dangerous Imperial agent and the second in command looked at his superior officer in askance.
"Pull into outer orbit. Have a shuttle and a landing party prepared. The Inquisitor will land and retrieve the prisoner."
"Sir."
In a matter of minutes, the Lambda-shuttle approached the old fighter's trajectory and was also struck by a huge bolt of lightning.
"The shuttle is going down, sir."
"We have no other shuttles. Attempt to reach the Inquisitor. Once repairs are made to the systems, begin a complete scan of the planet." The Captain grimaced. "I will not return to civilized space to report that we lost a shuttle, stormtroopers, and an Inquisitor to an atmospheric condition. I would not long survive such a report."
The bridge crew went to work, while the Captain and the Executive Officer watched the roiling clouds in the planet's atmosphere writhe fitfully.
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