Hello y'all! So I finally decided to write a fanfic on Wattpad and I intend on finishing it (if you don't know, I wrote an Avengers one before but never completed it on Wattpad (it was completed elsewhere). Anyway, I watched The Antillies Extraction yesterday and I thought "There needs to be more random fanfictions about the Empire." So here you go! A fanfic about Agent Kallus and the Grand Inquisitor (no romance or smut between them included).

Alright. I'll stop talking. In the meantime, enjoy the story!

I don't own Disney, Star Wars Rebels or any partnerships with them.

Oh yeah, side note but everyone is kind of OOC because I can't write in character to start with. Tried to write a story with someone being in character and it ended up being a disaster.
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I used to have a normal life. Once upon a time I was one of the best ISB agents, highly praised throughout the Empire. Yet recently, ever since Grand Moff Tarkin had added Grand Admiral Thrawn and Governor Pryce to the hunt for the Rebels I was being ignored a lot or someone else would be sent to do things I usually did. One of the Rebels, Sabine Wren, even said to me "Looks like someone else is doing your job," and I couldn't agree more.
     I spend most of my current days following Pryce but hardly ever getting to do more than escort prisoners and guard her. I'm beyond frustrated and often considered killing Pryce and blaming it on the Rebels. Then I could get my job back. But something kept me from doing so.
     It was late at night on one particular night. I was tired and extremely upset. Pryce had just told me that I was worthless.  The minute I was relieved from duty I stormed off to my quarters. "Worthless!?" I roared once I got inside. "She thinks I'm worthless?!? Who does she think she is?" I yelled some other protests I had been holding back all day before sitting down on my bed and fiddling with the glowing rock Garazeb and I once shared to survive on a moon of Geonosis. I wondered what it would be like to live with the Rebellion. Did they call their officers worthless? I doubted it, especially after I saw how Garazeb's friends had welcomed him so warmly when he was recused.
     A knock at my door dampened my already soggy mood. Sighing, I pocketed the rock and prepared to face Pryce. She probably had some other complaint about me. I opened the door and the Grand Inquisitor stood there. I didn't have time for these stupid Inquisitors so I reached over to close the door on him...HOLY LOTHAL THE GRAND INQUISITOR WAS STILL ALIVE!!????
     I stood there, stunned, my hand still raised over the panel to shut the door. The Inquisitor spoke first. "Hi Agent K!" He said brightly. "How's life been?"
     "H...how...how are..." I couldn't finish my sentence.
     The Inquisitor reached over and pressed his fingers against my dropped jaw, pushing it up so my teeth clicked together and my jaw shut. "Close your mouth, agent. You might catch brainworms," he said promptly.
     "How are you alive!!?" I wheezed.
     And the Grand Inquisitor broke into a song that sounded like The Wheels on the Bus.
     I never really died in the first place.
     The first place. The first place
     I decided to drop into explosions
     Instead I was ejected to space.
"And survived!" The Inquisitor threw his hands into the air and his large smile got even bigger. Then he put them down. "So. Can I come in? I have some things I want to talk about to you."
At that point, I had had enough. "Get out!" I shoved the Grand Inquisitor backwards and locked the door shut. Then I laid down on my bed and fell asleep, forgetting all the strange things the Inquisitor had done. I dreamed about various ways I could get rid of Pryce and blame it on the Rebels.
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The following day, I was pushed around again by...who else? Pryce even told me that she was considering sending me back to the Empire base for reconditioning. RECONDITIONING?!? DO I LOOK LIKE A STORMTROOPER TO HER!?? Honestly, I feel like electrocuting her with my Lasat weapon.
Things didn't get any better when the Grand Inquisitor dropped out of nowhere during a meeting Pryce and Thrawn were having with a few other officers and myself as spectators. "And what do we have here?" Thrawn said in his droning voice that could make anyone fall asleep if he wasn't terrifying them with what he said.
"You must be Grand Admiral Thrawn!" Said the Inquisitor. "I've heard so much about you! You're quite...Admiral-able." He laughed.
Pryce was enraged. "Grand Inquisitor! I thought you were dead!" The Grand Inquisitor began to since his 'Wheels on the Bus' parody but Thrawn cut him off.
     "Perhaps the Inquisitors were never as smart as originally planned. And this one needs...a proper death."
     Pryce glared at me. "Agent Kallus! Get this psychopath out of here! Bring him to prison!" And I found myself pushing the Inquisitor out of the room.
I stopped halfway down the hall towards the prisons. "Inquisitor! You're being extremely rude! Didn't the Sith teach you anything?" I growled.
The Inquisitor stared back. "I have a name, you know."
"I don't care! Now get out or act your age!"
"Come on, Kallus! The Empire doesn't care about you and you know it." The Inquisitor's face grew stern. He was actually serious about this. "They've been pushing you aside. Tough luck, man, but then same thing happened to me. I tried to go back after surviving the explosions and the Emperor and Vader were like, 'Nope! Get out of here before I strangle you to death,' or something like that."
     The Inquisitor's words befuddled and shocked me. My brain twisted around and around until it hurt, trying to process what was just said. I don't want to believe it. But I know he was right. The Empire didn't care about anyone except for those who were succeeding. Everyone else was either a failure and killed or used as workers in the worse possible job areas. "Alright. You have my full attention. What do you want?"
     "I'd like you to start thinking about other things instead of your job. You see, since you've been deemed and stamped AND added to the 'Useless' list I figured it's time to add some more...spice to your life."
     "The Empire doesn't have a Useless list. They tell you which are good and the rest are sent-"
     "Yeah yeah, I know. I worked here remember."
     I cut him off before he could start rambling. "And I don't need spice. I already have enough spice in my life to last me through the years."
     "Liar," said the Grand Inquisitor. "The Empire is boring. And you know that. I've seen you become so bored that your own glove detail becomes interesting. And trust me, that's a sign of when the boring of boring becomes boring."
     I can't figure out what he just said. Boring of boring becomes boring? What the...the Grand Inquisitor must have hit his head really hard on something. "Speak in a language I can understand," I said somewhat coldly.
     The Grand Inquisitor nods. "I have heard talk about them terminating you. And by them, I mean Thrawn and his sweetheart Pryce-"
     "Stop there. Sweetheart!? Are you serious?"
     "I'm kidding. Thrawn and Pryce don't like each other and they don't like you anymore ("They never did in the first place.") so they want to terminate you but I know you're way more useful and you don't deserve to be killed. That's why I'm giving you a second chance by letting you restart a life with me."
     "Fine." It's not like I have anywhere to go if I did run. And I'm not ready to die yet. "What's the plan?"
     He pulled me close and whispered into my ear. "We're going to get out of here tonight."
     "Why not right now? Everyone's in the meeting."
The Grand Inquisitor thought about it. "You have a point." Without warning he seized my wrist and yanked me along until we reached a ship bay. He threw me into his ship and leapt into the pilot's seat. Stormtroopers began to shoot at us but the Grand Inquisitor gunned the engines and took off.
"Wee!" He said happily as he punches the hyperdrive button. "Here we go! Off to Neverland!"
"Neverland?"
"It's a magical place where people fly and crocodiles eat clocks."
I have no idea what he's talking about. But it doesn't really matter. As long as the Grand Inquisitor doesn't kill me before the Empire does, I'm okay with what his 'plan' is. To be honest, I don't think he really has a plan.
We fly for a long time. Neither of us bother to pass a word to each other until we get out of hyperspace above a little Mesa covered planet. Finally the Grand Inquisior turned to me. "So since we're buddies now we can go by first name terms! If you want."
"Would be easier than saying Grand Inquisitor all the time," I admit.
The Grand Inquisitor slapped his thigh and laughed a hearty laugh. "So true! Such a mouthful. Anyway, my name is Joe!" He held out his hand.
"A please to meet you, Joe," I replied, taking his hand and shaking it. "Now where are you taking me?"
"Not gonna tell you until you tell your name."
I thought for a moment. It had been so long since I last used my first name, I don't remember right off the bat. It takes me a moment but then it struck my memory. "Rachquet."
Joe blinked. "How do you spell that?"
I told him. "Don't ask me it's even spelled that when it's pronounced 'ratchet.' I think my parents were getting old."
He shrugged. "Okay Rachquet. Yes, your parents were loosing it. But who cares!? Oh look, there's my house." He pointed to a little ranch with some cattle and mules on it. Joe landed the ship in front of the house. He lead me to the front door and threw it open. Inside was...oh no. The Fifth Brother, Six Brother, Seventh Sister, and the Eighth brother. No one had their helmets on and their eyes pierced through me like they could see everything. With the exception of the Fifth Brother, who was blind.
     Joe spoke before anyone else could. "Guys! This is Rachquet Kallus! He was going to be terminated by the Empire but I thought it would be better for him to come live with us!"
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Before anyone complains, I know there are no cattle or mules in Star Wars but oh well. They'll come in handy later on in the story.

Note that Kallus nor the Grand Inquisitor (or the other Inquisitors) have any known first names yet so I'm just going to name them what I want. And I don't know why I spelled Kallus's name as Rachquet. Probably should have kept it as Ratchet.

Okay I'm done talking. Please review or critique!