Imperial Inquisitors... High-ranking, dangerous agents who work DIRECTLY alongside the Galactic Empire and Lord Darth Vader himself... Everyone feared them... They were Jedi Hunters, ruthless fighters, and their training would probably kill a regular human being... They were ruthless killing machines, who NEVER showed mercy... However, the most notable of the Inquisitors would be that of the Tenth Sister, Vagatha, although she mainly went by Vaggie...

Known as one of the Empire's most skilled and ruthless Inquisitors, she was phenomenal! Wielding a Lightsaber like a samurai, mastering hand-to-hand combat like Bruce Lee... And don't even get us started with how she can use The Force! However, underneath all of her ruthlessness, was hidden trauma... When she was younger, she had a girlfriend, Charlie Morningstar... The love of her life... They were planning on getting married and spending the rest of their life together, maybe both of them would become Jedi's and fight alongside one another! However, that never happened...

You see, a gruesome attack by the Galactic Empire took place on Vaggie's home planet, resulting in the loss of Vaggie's right eye... However, Vaggie never expected Charlie to make a choice: She betrayed Vaggie and left her for dead, shattering Vaggie as a person... Charlie had since gone on to become a Jedi, being a Padawan to her mother, Lilith, a Jedi Master... Ever since then, the stinging pain of betrayal stuck with her... Vaggie chose the Dark Side and was trained under Darth Vader himself, which she never regretted... And she promised to herself... That on the day she saw Charlie Morningstar again, she would make Charlie PAY for what she'd done all those years ago... At the end of the day, Vaggie was a Jedi Hunter, an Inquisitor... And she shows NO MERCY...

Aboard the Death Star, Vaggie would be inside of her quarters, filling out reports as she had ambient music playing in the background... She was currently in her typical all-black Empire attire: A black sports bra, long black pants with a black belt tied around her waist, along with black sneakers, and grey gloves... Her pure grayish-white hair in her typical braided-style as she wore a grey eyepatch where her right eye used to be, a red X covering the patch... Her outfit showed off her muscular figure, proving how much Vaggie took her training... Vaggie's room in general was mainly clean... It had a bed, a personal bathroom, a TV whenever Vaggie wanted to watch something... And even a personal gym was in her quarters as well, a weapon rack on the walls...

As she does the reports, her trauma still lingers with her... She can feel her eyepatch on her... How that pathetic scumbag, who she thought she loved... Left her like that... To become a useless Jedi, just like the rest of her useless family... Who the hell did Charlie think she was? She mutters out in a Spanish and English accent as she continues filling out reports...

"Esa pequeña PERRA... When I see her ass again, I'll give her a fate worse than death itself..."

She sighs, before attempting to calm herself down and finish filling out these reports... One thing would be clear...

Vaggie would never give up... She would fight until the day she couldn't anymore... For the Empire. For herself. For Lord Vader.