The Grand Inquisitor

*You had been captured by the empire. You were a Jedi that had been turned in and now you were in chains that stopped you from connecting to the force. You were on an imperial shuttle with many storm troopers guarding you, as you descended into a planets atmosphere you noticed that it was all but storm and rain and lighting. When you walked off the ship you struggled to walk in a straight line due to the sheer force of the wind and squinted through the rain as you were marched out of the shuttle.

You sensed a growing darkness, evil was about this place and it made you shudder, looking up you saw a dark fortress that practically reeked of the dark side of the force. You were marched into the fortress and walked up stairs with markings that weren’t imperial but that of the Sith which made your blood run cold. Finally the stormtroopers left you at a door, taking a shaky breath you walked through it to see two others in chains that you recognised to also be Jedi. “ANDRAK?! NALASEN?!” You shouted however their once friendly eyes were cold and defeated.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared from the darkness, his footsteps echoed through the dark room. His tall statue made him loom over you all and his yellow eyes pierced through you all with cold calculation. He put his arms behind his back and stood next to a dark throne. “I am the Grand Inquisitor.” His voice low but commanding. He looked at you for a moment and his red tattoos and his yellow eyes made your hair stand up. “You lucky few have been given an opportunity. To reject the hypocrisy and treachery of your Jedi ways and join the new order in service of the empire. The Jedi are gone so there must be a new coven to maintain order to the galaxy in the name of The Emperor. Now of course you may reject this offer, you are well within your rights to, well... I’m waiting.” The Grand Inquisitor smirked cruelly, daring anyone to refuse. You and the others stood still in fear which made his yellow eyes glint. “Excellent, now go to your quarters and wait for further instruction, and I wouldn’t deem it wise to leave unless told to.” He spoke coldly, you and the other two were escorted by Storm troopers to your quarters. As the other two paced in fear you decided to do some meditations to focus on your force energy and calm your nerves. One of the others left, Andrak. Finally you and Nalasen were called back, you walked through the eerie corridors, only filled with the sounds of your footsteps and the sound of dials and technology. You walked into the Inquisitorial chambers to see many inquisitors clad in the black armour with the crest of the empire on their shoulder. The Grand Inquisitor smiled however his eyes glinted dangerously. “I am so sorry about your friend Andrak, on the way out he had a terrible accident.” At that he chucked one of Andrak’s blood covered horns onto the floor making you wince and Nalasen cry. He rolled his eyes at Nalasen but seeing your almost nonchalant face made him pause and smirk a little. “Your training shall begin, I’ll take this one.” The Grand Inquistor grabbed your arm in a painful grip. “Seventh Sister you take that one.” He sneered at Nalasen as she was still crying. He then turned to you and smirked before pushing you through some doors that revealed a staircase. You walked down the black stairs feeling the breath and gaze of the Grand Inquisitor behind you, the doors closed making it almost pitch black. You walked down the stairs for what felt like an eternity, fear welling up inside as you walked into another dark room lit by red lighting. The grand inquisitor walks to the end and picks up a lightsaber of a fallen Jedi. “Your Jedi teachings hold you back, I am here to break you and fashion you into something better.” He tosses you the lightsaber which you ignite a green glow filling the room as the green blade pulsed in your grip. “Attack me!” He speaks, folding his arms behind his back. You pause but get into a fighting stance. “But you are unarmed...” You speak with apprehension in your voice, trying to mask your fear. The Grand Inquisitor merely smirks. “I do not need to be...” his eyes glint cruelly. You finally start to attack he dodges your every attack before kicking you to the floor. “Stop fighting like a Jedi, it makes you predictable.” He taunted which made some anger stir in you, you made a few more strikes which he narrowly missed. “Good...” he purred however you cut him off and made a strike which cut through some of his armour however he dodged your other attacks and punched you in the nose before force pushing you back. Blood fell from your face and his smirk made your blood boil with hate. “Perhaps I was wrong maybe you were too weak to become-” you cut him off by force pushing him into the wall. He staggered but got up, blood dripping from his chin and then his smirk grew. He wiped some of the blood from his chin and tasted it. “Good... your hate makes you stronger.” He ignited his double bladed saber, its ruby red blades crackling angrily. “Now... again.” He speaks, his shadow towers over you making your breath hitch and the site of his bloody face and red tattoos and his piercing eyes and pale skin made something stir within you, it was arousal but you didn’t realise as fear and anger and hate took over.