Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order

Kestis: A Star Wars Story

Based upon the speculative events of the upcoming single player video game by Respawn and EA. This is not my prediction of the storyline. This is simply me wanting to write these characters and seeing where my imagination takes me with this.

Started September 30th, 2019

By AnnikaSkywalker05

Cal Kestis is one of the few survivors of the Jedi purge that took place only five short years ago. When an incident compels him to use the Force openly, the padawan is forced to go on the run from the Empire's deadly Inquisitors. Will his new found friends and he achieve their goal, or will the Sith Inquisitors and their master emerge victorious?

Prologue

The elegant figure stepped towards Cal with such intimidating grace that the revealed Jedi Padawan found himself taking a step back on the wet docking platform they both stood upon. The masked female was an Imperial Inquisitor, trained to hunt and efficiently eliminate surviving Jedi.

"You were foolish to reveal yourself."

She was like a feline, her voice seemingly smooth and calming, yet cold and malicious.

Cal refused to be moved by her words. Maybe he had been a fool to use the Force openly. Maybe it had been stupid and he was going to die a brutal death like the others before him.

But maybe, just maybe, a spark of hope was all he needed to persevere.

Cal recalled being found out, and recalled running like he had never run before.

He knew it was an experience he would not soon forget.

And he also knew he had just abandoned his four rules of basic survival in doing what he had.

Don't stand out. Accept the past. Trust no one. And whatever you do, don't reach within. Don't let yourself feel that energy, and don't you ever let yourself wield it for any reason.

In his years as a Jedi, that energy had been his lifeline. And in that wild moment, he'd broken all four of his rules. The imperial security probe droid hadn't missed the feat.

So he had run faster than he had known to be possible, away from the junkyards in an attempt to blend back in with the other scavengers and scrum rats.

He had run blindly right into his enemy.

The Inquisitor.

She was clad in all black, with a mask hiding her features to show no emotion.

Cal did not know her species, nor did he know her name. All she was to anyone who knew anything about her, which was a very select few individuals, was that she was a servant of Darth Vader, and a servant of the Empire.

A high-ranking member of the inquisitorius, she was called The Second Sister.

And she was called only by that title. Only she knew her birth name.

And only she ever would.

Second only to the Pau'an Grand Inquisitor in Vader's group of Jedi hunters, she had proven herself to track down survivors of the infamous Order 66 and eliminate them swiftly.

Her new found prey stood before her, a young boy wielding a blue blade of the extinct Jedi Order. He wore the orange and grey uniform of the Scrapper Guild, a group of scavengers on the wet and miserable planet Bracca, which the Sister and the boy were currently visiting. He hid his fear in his determined gaze and his fighting stance, but the Sister was not fooled.

Fear was simple to sense, as simple as feeling the cool rain dripping down her clothes. It surrounded her Force, and she fed on it. In the dark side, fear is your ally. You use your fear as well as your adversary's fear to make power.

So as she stepped closer to the boy, she focused her mind and actions on the dark energy she relied on to make her strong in combat. The Sister was not afraid of losing the duel with the young Jedi. She saw it as an opportunity to play, to hone her skills in sensing emotion and using those emotions to defeat her enemy.

Now, as she made her final approach before striking, she ignited her blade. It sprung to life, running diagonally down her right side and nearly scorching the metal beneath her feet. The red saber glowed and sizzled from Bracca's raindrops. It illuminated her dim surroundings, revealing dust and small insects attracted to its light.

Her prey shivered in the freezing downpour as he shifted his stance, ready to block her first blow with his blue Jedi weapon.

The Sister was in no hurry. To defeat your enemy, she reminded herself, you have to understand them.

With that in mind, the Inquisitor closed her eyes behind her mask and let herself go into the mind of the Jedi.

Aloof of the roaring thunder and sounds of ship's engines, she focused her every thought into feeling her adversary.

She felt his grief for a master that was no more, a master who had only taught him for a short time.

She heard the blaster fire and the whining of lightsabers echoing off the walls of a familiar structure.

It was the Jedi temple during Order 66. The boy had been there.

She then felt his deep, hidden anger at the empire and its emperor, who issued that order to eradicate the Jedi only five short years ago.

She felt his overwhelming, yet outwardly concealed fear of her. He was afraid to be caught in the empire's grip, and afraid to be beaten by his opponent.

But he had a sense of courage and determination the Sister had to admire.

This Jedi, however, was easy to read on the inside, with little training in the Force and vulnerable emotions.

It did not take long for her to understand her enemy. No Jedi had ever escaped her grasp, and this one would be no different. With this one, all she needed was intimidation, for she knew he was not experienced enough to control his fear for very long. It would be good practice for fighting fully-fledged Jedi masters that may have survived the purge.

Knowing what she needed to win, The Sister chose this moment to begin, leaping a brilliant Force-jump and striking her startled opponent's blade upon landing with perfect elegance on her target.

The Jedi deflected the blow and pushed her off with surprising physical strength, ready for another.

The block was good, better than she had anticipated. But she knew that he hid his emotions, but did not shut them out. The Sister knew without second thought that she would triumph.

The dark Force flowing through her with newly found momentum, the Sister gracefully spun as she again struck her opponent's blade of light with her own, paying no heed to the bolts of lightning flashing through the dark sky.