8 Not a good day

When he woke up today, he expected to get a few crates, maybe beat the crap out of a few stormtroopers and come back to the tower to take a rest...

But when he was about to do just that, something went wrong... Very, very wrong.

"Droid, broadcast this to the communications tower, this will be an example of why no one goes against the Empire."

...Yup, he was in a... Tight spot. He was going to call it a tight spot. Right in front of him, stood a woman clad in black with a helmet that covered her whole head, so he couldn't see what race she was, not that he was interested. What he was interested instead, was the hilt she held in her hand.

The droid was basically a cylinder with three wheels, Colt couldn't see it clearly, but a top of an antenna was visible raising up from its head, it was hard to tell since the droid was tilted back.

The woman activated her lightsaber, which he noted was red... How unexpected.

Ignoring the thoughts, for now, he focused on his objective, the fuel crates forgotten. His objective? The lightsaber. He was going to grab that thing one way or another. His eyes hardened behind the clone trooper visor. He still hadn't gotten the Phase two armor, and if this woman was as strong as his instincts screamed at him that she was, then this armor would not last. So wouldn't he, if he wasn't careful.

The stormtroopers were knocked out, already, and she just waited there, looking amused.

"You must be Ghost. An interesting name. I will only say this once, with your skills you can be an exceptional stormtrooper, I may be here on other business, but I still have authority over the personnel, join us or perish for your offenses against the empire."

Colt stared at her like she just said something immensely stupid, though the look went unseen behind the helmet.

"...No."

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[...No.]

The four people watching the live transition that was projected by their droid couldn't help but admire the Calmness behind the answer.

"He has guts, for what it's worth."

Said a tall purple humanoid alien, a lassat, taller than most, he wore a green and yellow bodysuit with a rifle on his back.

"His hand-to-hand is nothing to scoff at either."

The next to speak was a female voice, she was shorter than the rest, and by the sound of her voice, young as well. She watched the projection with much interest in seeing how he would get out of this situation.

"He would make a fine addition to the crew... If we could find him."

The Twi'lek said absently, leaning back on her seat face impassive at the display.

One of them, however, was very displeased, doing this would only dampen the hopes of the people, if "Ghost" died, fewer and fewer people would stand up to the empire.

"This is a public execution."

The man with brown hair tied in a bun was frustrated, looking at the hologram with a glare. He was wearing a green sweater with blue jeans and brown shoes, he wore an arm armor piece on his right arm and was currently hunched over.

"...Yes, but we can't reach him right now even if we tried. I'm sorry Kanan."

The Twi'lek said, looking down on the floor. Even if she wanted to go there and get him out, it would take an hour-long Hyperspace jump just to get to Lothal, and she doubted he could hold out for an hour.

[Too bad.]

The woman dashed forward, aiming to slice her opponent down in one strike. That didn't work when, the seemingly fully open Ghost sidestepped, twisted, and used the momentum to burry an elbow right below the armor plate the lightsaber wielder was wearing.

She grunted, and Ghost spun the other way, bringing his leg up and aiming it at the woman's head.

The crew watched silently, as the Inquisitor extended a hand, and Ghost was flung into the crates behind him.

Kanan's fists clenched, sorrow briefly flashing through his eyes. He felt responsible, he should be there, searching for who caused the disturbance, yet he avoided it. If he was there, maybe he could have helped this young man.

As if reading his thoughts, the female Twi'lek placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly.

Nodding at the gesture, he turned back to the projection.

While he looked away, Ghost had gotten out of the crates holding a blaster that he took from one of the knocked-out troopers.

Kanan winced, that was a bad move but he couldn't know the lightsaber abilities, he couldn't fault him for that.

Contrary to his expectation, Ghost didn't shoot his opponent but rushed her. Dodging a thrust, he whirled around and tried to punch her, that punch would even be felt through her helmet, thanks to the momentum. However, the punch was stopped by his opponent's left hand. Undisturbed, Ghost brought the blaster up with his left hand and aimed it at her elbow, more precisely, at her lightsaber hands elbow.

Noticing this the inquisitor used the Force, wanting him to stumble back. The Ghost rolled backward. The inquisitor thrust her hand forward and her opponent had to use his hand, which he dragged through the dirt, to not be sent flying back.

"If he survives this, we should go get him, the empire might send someone stronger than her. The best choice he has is running away."

-Colt POV-

They were sizing each other up. That much was clear.

Narrowing his eyes, he relaxed his posture, seemingly providing his opponents with every opening she might need or want.

He was aware that a force choke was an option, the only question was, why hasn't she tried to use it on him?

"Not bad for s loath-rat."

Colt wished his deadpan was visible right now, that insult was as old as Lothal itself, not even creative.

"Coming from you, it doesn't mean much."

His retort would just amuse anyone else, but a high and mighty inquisitor would not take that insult lightly, and he knew it.

His trap was set, anyway, he just had to lure the prey and claim his prize.

"You became known for "Dying" and coming back to life after, why don't we test out if we can do it again?"

Colt remained silent as he started walking to his right and she to her left. Circling each other, She stopped right outside the range of the trap and he could only scowl. He would have to force her there, then.

His muscles coiled and she crouched down.

Using the Force, she increased her speed and dashed forward, heading right towards him, lightsaber at the ready. Colt rolled to the side, shooting the blaster at his previous position as soon as he got steady ground.

The inquisitor skid across the ground and deflected the bolts back at him which he avoided.

Not giving him time to breathe she thrust her arm forward again and he could feel the pressure rising on his neck and being pulled into the air.

Reaching behind him and into one of his pouches, while he could still breathe, as shallow as it was, he took out an explosive, activating it.

The pressure doubled on his neck but it was not enough to break his toughened neck.

Throwing the bomb forward as the second tick went off, it landed right in front of the inquisitor.

She used force to push herself back. He took a glance at her location, she was standing right to the left of the trap he set.

"Look at you, all bark and no bite, now you are on your knees in front of me."

He couldn't see, but he could feel the eyes on him. Full of arrogance, and sadistic pleasure.

Well, that wouldn't last long.

Reaching into the same pouch he took out the explosive from, he grabbed a detonator and pressed the button as fast as he could.

Before she realized it, an explosion rang out right next to her, burning her, hurting her, melting her armor, and blasting her away.

Colt looked at the crumbled form of the high and mighty inquisitor, half of her side was burned, her whole left hand and leg were charred, armor melting to her skin due to being so close to the source.

Thanks to the blast, she had dropped her Lightsaber which wasn't too far away from him.

Straightening up, he walked over to the weapon and bent down, picking it up.

Clutching onto it tightly, he walked over to the woman who tried to force choke him, skewer him, and split him in half. The fight had lasted three minutes, and this was the result.

Taking a knee in front of her and placing the blaster on the ground next to him, he grabbed her chin.

She was unconscious but he didn't bother to check if she was dead.

Taking the blaster again, he aimed it at the Droid that was supposedly recording him and pulled the trigger, blasting the thing right through the head.

Without another word, he threw away the blaster and took out another bomb. peeling away the protective cover of her mask, he shoved the bomb into her mouth and stood up, walking off.

As soon as he reached a building, he used some fallen crates to get up to the roof, pressing the detonation button once more, he ignored the second explosion that rang out in the quiet streets.

Mission accomplished.