But I Am Free
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Well, this was fitting. For Kahlil, who spent so much of his life running from a fight, from the Sith, getting captured the moment he decided to fight against them only made sense. With the fall of the Empire, the Sith bound to the Rule of Order were freed to go about their own business. Some returned to the shadows. Others joined the New Sith. And a few, the kind he was chasing, took this as a sign of freedom to raze worlds and stomp out any that might stand in their way. Break the chains they viewed holding them down with the Empire's reign. There was some responsibility felt there. A child of the Once Emperor, a Jedi who was once Sith himself, the inactivity in the numerous wars against the Empire.
If he was going to do something, now would be better than later.
Except this wasn't just stopping rampaging Sith like he thought. Darth Fol was a name he knew from when he was still a Sith some decade ago. A nobody with enough power not to get squashed. When Kahlil heard mention of the Lord's actions on one of the more defenseless worlds, he went to put a stop to it. What he expected to find was a Sith drunk on power. Instead, he found a Sith not just drunk on power, but rebuilding. What should of been as simple as defeating the Sith was in turn getting vastly outnumbered and captured.
Now he hung by his wrists in a cell. Kahlil's whole body was screaming with pain. How many times had he been tortured so far? Fol wasn't the one to even give him the time of day. Droids, apprentices. All were sent to 'work' on the Jedi. Not even that. It was the Zambrano name that kept him alive. The wayward son to be used as a weapon against his father. A shame his dad wasn't the kind to care. Eventually he'd just be killed off, when they realized just how useless he'd be in that plan.
He kept his breathing steady, trying to block out the current pain wracking his body. Broken ribs were the worst of it he figured, given the stabbing pain in his chest. At least the lightning wouldn't kill him, but the beatings? Those probably would. Ah, no, he probably was just going to die here. He tried to escape a couple times already, but they were prepared for that. They couldn't dismantle his lightsaber, sure, but they could destroy it. Or lock it away. He hoped for the later, but the prior was more likely.
A soft chuckle escaped him as he opened one eye, staring out at the stone floor below him. This was it, huh?