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Trilla Lives AU OWK thing

[nouskaiananki]

It wasn't that Vader had wanted her to live. He'd firmly expected her to die as his blade slid through her before he turned his full attention to Kestis, Junda, and the holocron. And the two Jedi hadn't spared time to check her either, even if, in the very back of his mind, he'd known the girl clung to life. However much it weakened by the millisecond.

After the damage to the base was under control, the water held by why more than Vader's will, he ordered someone to do clean up 'the trash'.

Only to be later met with a frightened staffer who was unable to find a body. He considered punishing the ensign for his failure but something stopped him. After all the girl had to have died but that didn't mean she hadn't moved first.

He'd gone to look. True to the word of the ensign, Second Sister's body did not lie in the introgation chamber, they had not passed it in the corridor. At that he'd ordered a full scale sweep.

It had taken hours, Vader growing more and more impatient and cross the longer it had taken. Eventually he'd ordered the other Inquisitors to join the search - not that they proved useful.

"How can we trust you to hunt the remaining Jedi when you cannot even find a dying member of your own?" He'd not expected an answer - and anyone attempting to would quickly find their airway crushed off until Vader felt they were sufficiently contrite. Or he was distracted by one of the staff.

Which was how Forth Brother was released.

A Purge Trooper had found her, close to the infirmary but hidden away, curled around herself, shaking, unconscious, barely alive, with three spent bacta infusions on the ground.

What do we do with her, he'd been asked.

And she had impressed him, greatly, with her grit, determination, and command of the Force.

If Second Sister had even regained enough of her senses to feel the casually rough handling that dumped her into a lifesupport pod, he didn't ask.

She had been moving, eyes open, on Mustafar before landing, Vader's black for looming over her. "Impressive. Most impressive." was all he'd said, before she gone still again.

Seven days submerged in Bacta had been the reward, only with Vader's increased interest - which meant months of personal training before returning her to Nur.


Five years.

Five years of personal attention and training, five years of being summoned to Mustafar for months long personal training and attention. Five years of drilling and pushing. Three years of the Grand Inquisitor getting nervious and trying to sabotage, and Vader leaving her to figure it out.

Five years culminating to her being sent after Third Sister when she had gone off on her own, of hunting her down, to find out she'd been hunting Kenobi on her own.

Find him first he'd ordered her.

And she had been with him, them, on Mapozu. But with Kenobi missing, Vader had ordered the base searched, found the hiding place and tunnels, and set the Inquisitors, sans Second Sister, to find the depth of the treachery.

Second Sister was to find the missing Third Sister, Kenobi, or whoever had assisted them.

Meanwhile, he waited.

[inquisitorium]

Before he'd cut her down, Trilla had been terrified of Vader, seeking the Emperor's favor mainly as a means to placing herself further from his reach. As Second Sister she was anticipated to take over the role of Grand Inquisitor eventually, but in the short-term she'd merely wanted to prove herself too valuable to the Empire to be harmed. Her own need for revenge had come second only to this, and she had fallen in anger at herself most of all, at her failure, her weakness in the face of her former Master and the Padawan who had replaced her.

After she'd awoken, the fear had been replaced with something akin to loyalty that would sharpen and develop in truth over the following years, though Vader's interest in her had earned her the envy of her Brothers and Sisters, and more than one attempt on her own life.

She'd bristled slightly when her nearest rival had been named Grand Inquisitor while she herself had been held in reserve for some purpose she had yet to fathom. But with Third gone, her path forward became clear. She would deliver her wayward Sister, and Kenobi, or die in the attempt.

Unfortunately for Trilla, two days of chasing half-dead leads had given her precious few answers. She had no taste for physical torture, finding its results inferior to pressing against the mental weaknesses of her prey, so she had at least granted clean deaths to those who rewarded her with what little scraps remained to be had on this world.

Disappointed but undefeated, she approached Lord Vader's audience chamber with her head held high in spite of the punishment she expected soon to face.

[nouskaiananki]

Vader had an extremely small group of allies, and had he still hands, they could be numbered on one, with digits remaining and his acolytes where counted within that group. And of them, only Vaneé had met all of them. But he had plans for Trilla soon, a contingency plan to lay out, which would nessetate a meeting. It was, in fact, what he was doing when she arrived.

In truth, after ten years of hunting Kenobi, if she had managed to track his location in days, he'd have been incredulous. Third Sister, for all her...lessor potential had still been an Inquisitor: she knew how they hunted. It would take time, and he was willing to give her weeks to turn up a lead before his mood would turn to displeasure.

Expecting an audience or no, he was not actually in his audience chamber, but an antechamber, gloves fingers typing up a message. She could could wait a few moments until the core of the message was constructed.

Finally he rose, striding into the chamber, taking in her posture, her presence. Studying. "Second sister, you have me with your attendance so soon after departing."