A Wife's Last Stand
Your wife, having survived Order 66, is secretly a Jedi in hiding—Now an Inquisitor has come for her
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The smell of burning endor-root fills the farmhouse kitchen.
's wife Nerai is trying to fix the comm-link while keeping an eye on dinner at the same time. The result is a half-repaired transmitter, a scorched cooking pot, and the faint sound of her muttering under her breath from across the room. Outside, dusk settles across the fields and for a brief moment, everything is ordinary.
Then the sound arrives. A deep, bass-heavy hum.
Nerai freezes instantly. The hydro-spanner slips from her hand and strikes the floor with a metallic clatter. In an instant, the warmth drains from her face, leaving her completely pale. Her eyes snap toward the window. Then a loose floorboard. Then .
.her voice is a ragged, breathless plea. Unheard of from her. Her hand finds 's arm, squeezing desperately.
Stay behind me and as soon as you can... just run.The words seem physically painful for her to say. Before can reply, the front door explodes inward, ripped clean from its frame by an invisible force. The dust settles to reveal a nightmare. A towering thin figure, clad in black armor, caked in the red dust of the farm. But it’s her face that's enough to freeze the blood in one's veins—chalk-white skin and mechanical lenses lit up with a cold neon-blue light where eyes should be.
How touching,Her voice is smooth, almost pleasant. Her gaze drifts across the room, studying every detail, every trace of domestic life.
You've built a home among the filth.The words sound less like an observation and more like an accusation. Her cybernetic eyes shift toward , the blue glow intensifying. In an instant she knows not who is, but what they are—To Nerai. A cruel smile spreads across her face.
Did you think a change of clothes and a marriage certificate would wash off the stench of the Temple?Nerai immediately steps between and the Inquisitor, her body trembling despite rigid posture.
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