This is a very rough first draft fyi, judge kindly haha (if you have lore questions feel free to ask, I'm happy to explain anything Star Wars)
The Inquisitor slowly walked through the shadows of the large, abandoned structure. It used to be a star port before the Clone Wars turned it into dead zone. A biological weapon had been set off here, killing many instantly. Many more followed afterward, many more still would due to the fallout and lack of attention from the Empire. But, the suit and helm of the Inquisitor kept them safe as they reached out with the Force to try to find the Jedi they'd been sent here to kill. How they were surviving here was a mystery, but it hinted at a powerful connection to the Force. He wasn't worried- he'd killed many Jedi. Even a couple Masters had fallen to his blade.
“I know you're there.” The Inquisitor's voice was distorted by the voice box of their helm. They readied themselves for combat. Lightsaber in hand but not activated.
“Obviously, why would you be here otherwise?” Another voice, likewise changed by a helms interface spoke from somewhere deep in the shadows behind the Inquisitor- they spun around and ignited only one of their crimson blades. “You will not find what you seek here, butcher.” The voice stated with a calm that only irritated the Inquisitor.
“I already found you.” The Inquisitor replied.
“You came here to kill a Jedi. There is no Jedi here. You have already failed.” The person in the shadows pointed out.
“Then you'll have to do.” The Inquisitor didn't care.
“Fair enough. Admirable that you're willing to rage against the unknown.” The shadows stood still outside of the red glow of the Inquisitors blade.
“You can't talk your way out of this.” The Inquisitor wasn't a patient man. They began marching toward the voice.
“Didn't think I could.” There was something about the shadow voice that seemed... amused. A purple lightsaber blade ignited much closer to the Inquisitor than they expected causing them to flick they blade out to keep their opponent at bay, the figure was clad all in black and didn't react to the feint of the Inquisitor. A low, digitally distorted rumble of a laugh rolled out from the figure. Roaring the Inquisitor attacked, fueled by rage, the figure shifted to block the first strike, and then the second and third with smooth, calm precision. Every block or deflection was paired with a strike with their palm or fist that slammed into the Inquisitor's ribs and stomach. For a small person they hit with far more force than the Inquisitor expected.
Using their growing irritation the Inquisitor used the Force to create a shock wave to push the dark figure back, but they sliced through the wave effortlessly and remained in place. Their use of the Force was almost imperceptible but potent. The Inquisitor ran the list of known survivors through their mind, no one with a purple lightsaber was known to have survived. A talented Padawan perhaps? No, he would have remembered seeing this violet blade during group training. And, it couldn't be Mace Windu's blade- they'd watched it get destroyed.
“Who are you?” The Inquisitor growled.
“I am simply a wanderer.” The figure was neutral – in the Force, in their stance, in their manner of dress. Nothing could be discerned by looking at them. It was infuriating. Their black clothing had darker, smooth armor
“Then you will die alone and unknown.” the Inquisitor gave up on understanding and pushed their anger through their scarred body to empower himself.
“That sounds nice.” The figure waited, perfectly still. The Inquisitor charged in, each of their attacks were met but he kept enough distance to make those frustrating punches and strikes unwise. Still, their enemy remained unmoved. Pushing the attack he made this strange Jedi take a few steps back. But then they surged forward and nearly cut him in half. Thankfully he was able to deflect that blow upward and just barely manage to skirt out of the way.
This speed was alarming but he could compensate now that he was aware of it. Their battle was a blur of attacks from the Inquisitor and deflections of those strikes by the Figure. His suit alerted him to the fact that it was almost out of clean air. But, that gave them confidence- the Figure had been here longer so they'd be running low too. Pressing their attack even harder they gave several opening for the strikes the Figure used before in hopes of getting a limb shot but the Figure didn't fall for it.
Intelligent combatants were always more fun. Igniting their second blade they moved in to finish the fight. Except the Figure parried and blocked this new style just as perfectly as they the single blade before. Who was this?
“Die!” The Inquisitor screamed as he pushed himself to move faster and faster. Pushing the Figure back he felt the end of the fight coming... until with a smooth and subtle motion the Figure destroyed the hilt of their lightsaber with an upward slash. The red blades shutoff.
“Are we done?” The Figure asked, their head tilted to the side, their own lightsaber deactivating. “Can't really let you leave though.” The Inquisitor screamed again attacked with the remnants of his lightsaber, he had no problem bludgeoning this strange Jedi to death. Those frustrating strikes returned at blinding speed, pushing the Inquisitor back. The Figure focused on hitting joints, collapsing the Inquisitor's body in on itself. In a panicked act of desperation he lunged for the lightsaber hilt on the Figure's belt. Their hand was caught and pulled to fully extend their arm before the Figure brought their own elbow down to break the Inquisitor's arm.
A scream of pain, not anger, was ripped out of the Inquisitor. At high speed the Figure pulled a small blaster off their hip and put a bolt through the Inquisitor's head. After a moment of thought they shot them in the torso several times to make the head shot look like the after thought of a paranoid, ignorant person. The Figure used the Force to pulled both halves of destroyed double bladed lightsaber to them. He could make use of those tainted crystals.
Unbridled wrath met immutable calm, that flame of hate had been smothered out.
The Inquisitor slowly walked through the shadows of the large, abandoned structure. It used to be a star port before the Clone Wars turned it into dead zone. A biological weapon had been set off here, killing many instantly. Many more followed afterward, many more still would due to the fallout and lack of attention from the Empire. But, the suit and helm of the Inquisitor kept them safe as they reached out with the Force to try to find the Jedi they'd been sent here to kill. How they were surviving here was a mystery, but it hinted at a powerful connection to the Force. He wasn't worried- he'd killed many Jedi. Even a couple Masters had fallen to his blade.
“I know you're there.” The Inquisitor's voice was distorted by the voice box of their helm. They readied themselves for combat. Lightsaber in hand but not activated.
“Obviously, why would you be here otherwise?” Another voice, likewise changed by a helms interface spoke from somewhere deep in the shadows behind the Inquisitor- they spun around and ignited only one of their crimson blades. “You will not find what you seek here, butcher.” The voice stated with a calm that only irritated the Inquisitor.
“I already found you.” The Inquisitor replied.
“You came here to kill a Jedi. There is no Jedi here. You have already failed.” The person in the shadows pointed out.
“Then you'll have to do.” The Inquisitor didn't care.
“Fair enough. Admirable that you're willing to rage against the unknown.” The shadows stood still outside of the red glow of the Inquisitors blade.
“You can't talk your way out of this.” The Inquisitor wasn't a patient man. They began marching toward the voice.
“Didn't think I could.” There was something about the shadow voice that seemed... amused. A purple lightsaber blade ignited much closer to the Inquisitor than they expected causing them to flick they blade out to keep their opponent at bay, the figure was clad all in black and didn't react to the feint of the Inquisitor. A low, digitally distorted rumble of a laugh rolled out from the figure. Roaring the Inquisitor attacked, fueled by rage, the figure shifted to block the first strike, and then the second and third with smooth, calm precision. Every block or deflection was paired with a strike with their palm or fist that slammed into the Inquisitor's ribs and stomach. For a small person they hit with far more force than the Inquisitor expected.
Using their growing irritation the Inquisitor used the Force to create a shock wave to push the dark figure back, but they sliced through the wave effortlessly and remained in place. Their use of the Force was almost imperceptible but potent. The Inquisitor ran the list of known survivors through their mind, no one with a purple lightsaber was known to have survived. A talented Padawan perhaps? No, he would have remembered seeing this violet blade during group training. And, it couldn't be Mace Windu's blade- they'd watched it get destroyed.
“Who are you?” The Inquisitor growled.
“I am simply a wanderer.” The figure was neutral – in the Force, in their stance, in their manner of dress. Nothing could be discerned by looking at them. It was infuriating. Their black clothing had darker, smooth armor
“Then you will die alone and unknown.” the Inquisitor gave up on understanding and pushed their anger through their scarred body to empower himself.
“That sounds nice.” The figure waited, perfectly still. The Inquisitor charged in, each of their attacks were met but he kept enough distance to make those frustrating punches and strikes unwise. Still, their enemy remained unmoved. Pushing the attack he made this strange Jedi take a few steps back. But then they surged forward and nearly cut him in half. Thankfully he was able to deflect that blow upward and just barely manage to skirt out of the way.
This speed was alarming but he could compensate now that he was aware of it. Their battle was a blur of attacks from the Inquisitor and deflections of those strikes by the Figure. His suit alerted him to the fact that it was almost out of clean air. But, that gave them confidence- the Figure had been here longer so they'd be running low too. Pressing their attack even harder they gave several opening for the strikes the Figure used before in hopes of getting a limb shot but the Figure didn't fall for it.
Intelligent combatants were always more fun. Igniting their second blade they moved in to finish the fight. Except the Figure parried and blocked this new style just as perfectly as they the single blade before. Who was this?
“Die!” The Inquisitor screamed as he pushed himself to move faster and faster. Pushing the Figure back he felt the end of the fight coming... until with a smooth and subtle motion the Figure destroyed the hilt of their lightsaber with an upward slash. The red blades shutoff.
“Are we done?” The Figure asked, their head tilted to the side, their own lightsaber deactivating. “Can't really let you leave though.” The Inquisitor screamed again attacked with the remnants of his lightsaber, he had no problem bludgeoning this strange Jedi to death. Those frustrating strikes returned at blinding speed, pushing the Inquisitor back. The Figure focused on hitting joints, collapsing the Inquisitor's body in on itself. In a panicked act of desperation he lunged for the lightsaber hilt on the Figure's belt. Their hand was caught and pulled to fully extend their arm before the Figure brought their own elbow down to break the Inquisitor's arm.
A scream of pain, not anger, was ripped out of the Inquisitor. At high speed the Figure pulled a small blaster off their hip and put a bolt through the Inquisitor's head. After a moment of thought they shot them in the torso several times to make the head shot look like the after thought of a paranoid, ignorant person. The Figure used the Force to pulled both halves of destroyed double bladed lightsaber to them. He could make use of those tainted crystals.
Unbridled wrath met immutable calm, that flame of hate had been smothered out.