Trooper

Inquisition

(Some dialogue from Jedi: Fallen Order was used.)

Bracca: 14 BBY
Train
Jess

Jess glanced around, unnerved. "The train stopped," he said, narrowing his eyes. He slipped his helmet on, waiting anxiously.

A door at the other end of the train car hissed open and several stormtroopers entered. "Everyone out. Move along!" They worked their way through the car, forcing people to their feet.

"Stick close," Jess whispered. Ryn nodded, pulling her poncho over her blasters. He smiled approvingly beneath his helmet, mimicking her movements.

Rain poured outside of the train. Jess spotted Cal and Prauf close by. He stiffened, walking past several menacing troopers in black. Purge troopers? What are they doing here? They stopped at the end of the line and waited. Stormtroopers and purge troopers milled about.

A massive Dowutin warrior stood close by, eyeing them coldly. Ryn elbowed him. "Who is she?" She whispered.

"I don't know," he replied.

A TIE screamed overhead and landed shortly. A black clad woman jumped out of the cockpit and landed with a whoosh. Her cape swirled around her feet as she drifted towards them.

"That looks like trouble," Ryn hissed.

"It is. I've heard stories about her. That's an Inquisitor. Both of them must be."

"Quiet!" One of the stormtroopers slammed his blaster into Jess's helmet. Jess hit the ground, shocked. The trooper moved away as he picked himself up again.

The Inquisitor cast her gaze across the line. "Is this all of them?"

"Yes, Second Sister," one of the purge troopers replied.

    Dread felt thick in his stomach as she spoke again. "We seek a dangerous fugitive."

Did the Empire realize it was us? It makes no sense though. Why would they send two Inquisitors after a slave and a rogue stormtrooper? Jess's thoughts spun with anxiety.

"This is no common anarchist, but a devotee of the treasonous Jedi Order," the Second Sister continued. The other Inquisitor paced behind her, growling. Jess's eyes widened in surprise. A name rose in his mind. He half hoped he was wrong. "Failure to turn over this traitor will result in a charge of sedition. Turn yourself in, or everyone present will face summary execution."

Jess's hand drifted to his blasters. He felt them through his poncho. Ryn stiffened beside him. The purge troopers swiftly took aim. He spied Ryn about to grip her blaster. Jess covered her hand with his own, pushing it back. She glanced at him, but didn't move.

"I think...it's time someone came forward," a familiar voice said. Prauf stepped out of the line of scrappers.

Jess's eyes widened. Prauf, a Jedi? But I thought...

"I, uh, I've been working on this heap a long time, way before the war. We refit and rebuilt ships. Best in the galaxy," Prauf said. A hint of nostalgia laced his voice. His gaze darkened, suddenly. "Then came the Empire, and engineers became scrappers! The workers just started getting worked. We all know the truth. We're just...too afraid to say it."

Prauf moved closer to the Second Sister, pausing beside her. He hesitated, before motioning towards her. "To the Empire...we're all just expendable!"

The Second Sister took a step forward, her lightsaber rolling into view. "Yes, you are." Her red blade ignited through Prauf's chest. Jess started and Ryn gasped beside him.