EDIT: sorry, not sure what happened to the divider and last couple sentences... maybe an internet issue? it's fixed now
This is a pretty short chapter, and others will most likely be longer. I'm just still settling into the storyline, so it might be a few chapters before I start writing 1500+ words. I also don't actually know many planets in the Star Wars universe and like to make up my own names, so please don't freak or berate me if a world doesn't actually exist in the universe.
Me: Hi everyone! This is actually a sequel to a story I wrote in my head, but I feel more motivated to write this down. Perhaps if this gains enough popularity I will write the original as a prequel.
Disclaimer: Hi peeps, Sky!
Me: Huh? Who are you?
Disclaimer: I... I don't know you put me in here!
Dictionary: don't forget me! Just call me Dic
Me: How 'bout Tony? What will you do, anyways?
Dictionary: I'm here to help with all your weird terms that aren't in a real dictionary.
Me: *glares* they are too! Well... maybe not all of them ;) I guess you can start the next chapter cause I don't think there's anything too unfamiliar in this one. Disclaimer? Diiiisclaimer? DISCLAIMER!
Disclaimer: Gah! Fine... Sky does not own any of the canon characters, but she does have one major and one "ghost" oc (who probably won't make an appearance but will be mentioned a few times)
Sighing, I slide next to my brother as we both look upon the padawan.
"Which... method would you prefer?" the Inquisitor, Rancor, sneers. I squint, something in the boy's force signature catching my eye. A small halo of red envelopes his core, fear and anger threatening to swallow him as it has to so many with a dark past. Ezra is strong, though; a slight cast of blue brightened his signature, and a tiny glimmer peeked from his most inner parts. "PHOENIX!"
Drawing my slightly pointed ears back, I turn my attention back to Rancor. He winces under my stare, but steels himself quickly. "He has potential. You will wipe him, Baedryn will teach him the basics, and I'll choose his path from there."
Golden eyes narrowing to silts, he hisses, "I am in charge of the force-sensitive recruits. I was merely asking out of courtesy."
"Don't make me pull rank on you." I imprint my seal and instructions on the door to Ezra's cell so everyone who passes will know he was mine. Huffing, Rancor slams into me as he re-enters the boy's room. I sigh, At least the boy is unconscious. No one should have to go through the memory wipe while awake. I shudder, remembering when I was first brought here.
I start to go to lunch at the mess hall when my pager buzzes. Curious, I accept the call from Master, bowing my head in respect. "The boy is taken care of? Good. Another rebellion is rising on Billa. Take care of it."
Knowing Master's timeline and temper, I opt for a protein block from my cloak. Within the hour, I depart with a small fleet.