Star Wars: Imagines

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Prompt:
(Y/N) is captured by Inquisitors, and it's up to Cal to rescue her.

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She/Her❥

1st POV
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Separated. The one phrase we promised wouldn't happen. Cal promised on his life, yet here I am, strung up by my ankles, and staring into the dead eyes of an Inquisitor's suit. I could sense the individuals anger leaking out from him like a broken faucet,

                "How many more of you are there?" the creature hissed— obviously more metal than man.

                 Huffing irritably, I clenched my jaw shut like a metal trap. I was running out of witty rebuttals. Regardless of me stalling, the Inquisitors and their dark Master would find out about Cal and our plans to restore the Jedi Order,

                 "I've already told you," I hissed, my voice cracking and breaking from dehydration and exhaustion, "I'm the only one."

                 "I know that's a lie," the Inquisitor hissed back, just as strong.

                 This torture wouldn't work. Nothing would ever cause me to give up the location of Cal. This humanoid dark side wielder knows he's not going to get anywhere in his time schedule, so to save both of our times, he should give up,

                  "For Jedi hunters, you guys aren't very officiant," I smirked painfully; the bruising from my previous beatings throbbing aggressively, "I mean, where'd you get the idea that there's more than me? Haven't I made it pretty damn obvious, or are you just too prideful to admit you're wrong."

The individual growled aggressively from underneath his helmet. Snapping his arm up in the air, two Stormtroopers rushed in; their blasters locked and loaded,

"I was a Jedi too, you know," he grinned, his hand still lingering in the air, "I rose above the weak beliefs of the Jedi. I will give you one more opportunity to reveal the truth and join the Inquisitorius or you'll become target practice for these troopers."

The two men in white shiny armor chuckled mockingly at their boss' comment; clenching their hands more securely against the weapon, as if they know I won't oblige,

"I'm sorry your will was crippled by the dark side," I whispered, glaring daggers at my enemies; the force beginning to wrap around me like a weighted blanket, "But I refuse to be as weak-minded as yourself."

                  Gritting his teeth, the Inquisitor abruptly throws his hand down, signaling the Imperial Stormtroopers to open fire, which they immediately obliged in. Expecting to feel the burning rips of my flesh getting torn apart, my eyes began to tear up,  both reflexively clamping shut. But to my surprise, the pain never appeared. Instead, two sharp screams of torment echoed throughout the torture chamber.

                  Opening my eyes in confusion, I began to sob out of happiness. Cal Kestis had the Fifth Brother pinned against the dark dusty wall; his blue lightsabers sending sparks against the dark side user's red one. Cal's brow was covered in smeared muck and sweat, but what was even more apparent than that, was his sheer determination,

"You've already lost, Jedi!" the Sith hissed, brandishing his double-bladed lightsaber, "With this information alone, your puny rebellion will be crushed. The Jedi won't return."

I quickly sensed Cal's anger levels rising through the roof. Using an aggressive technique learned from his old Master, Jaro Tapal, he quickly disarmed the Inquisitor; pinning his blue lightsabers against his enemy's neck,