How many Inquisitors did it take to capture a Jedi?

Far too many apparently when it came to Cal. He had never seen an Inquisitor in person prior to now—Let alone three in the span of...A few hours at least. The Ninth Sister had died on Kashyyyyk, The Second Sister was still after him for the holocron, and...you.

You were distinct. Not as volatile and formidable as the Ninth sister, but not as vicious and cruel as Trilla—a complete mystery if Cal was upfront with himself. He was unable to discover your name; all he knew was your rank amongst the other Inquisitors. And clearly your skill, which you had demonstrated on multiple occasions to him.

Stars, Cal just barely managed to make it out of Kashyyyk alive after you showed up. Clearly, you were out to kill him, or...well, actually perhaps that was your only goal. Cal was a stubborn one though, and you couldn't enjoy being an affiliate of the Inquisitors. Surely there was even a little good within you.

His new lightsaber felt almost strong in his hands, snow crunching beneath his boots as BD-1 chipped and whirred from where the small droid was perched, looking over Cal's shoulder. A frigid chill seeped against his skin, his cheeks and nose growing a faint pink. He would just, you know...leave.

But you were sort of blocking the exit.

"You're not gonna make this easy for me, are you?"