Barriss Offee: Remnants of the War

The Padawan's path

An unpleasantly pleasant duration of months had passed as the intangible bond between the enticing Mirialan and attractive Human had abruptly been escalated. Their relationship had constantly been teeming with life, imbued by joy-laden spirits which circulated around their souls like fairies with their magic-enchanted fairy dust.

The ambience was strong, lusty and robust. It was a stainless dagger; a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. They see themselves in it. The attachment was beautiful. Until it makes your heart bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it, it reluctantly slips from the tip of your fingers. Fortunately, it's always present somewhere deep within the fabrics of space. It is simply a matter of where to look.

(I'm sure y'all know where I stole that quote, maybe twisting the sentences to avoid plagiarism eh?)

Caleb tenaciously stretched forward into the grasp of yet another rotation. Every morning he'd briskly touch the smooth silk seeped within Barriss' creamy cheeks. He slid his subtle fingers across her velvety skin, prickling himself with the enticing body of his girlfriend. Then as expected, he became tantalised by her amusing summer smile as she had him ambushed amidst a trance of her unrelenting indulgence.

Swiftly, Barriss perched atop a perplexed Caleb, whimpering as she had him confined within her delicacy. She evocatively smothered her contagious charm into her boyfriend with a convincing kiss, whilst her naked form gleefully collided with his, incessantly rubbing her breasts into his scented chest. In seconds, they were entranced by a scalding wave of love, their conscience blubbering in excitement within the cohesion of affection. Eventually after a sensuous, long, tempered five minutes, the pair had settled, cumulatively developing the scenery into a civilized chat.

Barriss was bewildered. She was plainly unclear of where the conversation shall commence, in particular, the method in conveying her point of demand.

"Caleb." She murmured, latching him in a prolonged glance, "I know this isn't the best time, but uhhh, there's something important we need to start."

Caleb budged a brow, "Don't worry, I'm sure there's a way to take care of the situation. Tell me anything."

"Hmm." She hesitated, "So uhh...we need to...get Ezra."

"The child of Mira and Ephraim?" He paused in thought, "I see. We need to train him, right? Okay, sure. I don't see that being a problem."

"That's not the biggest issue, what I'm annoyed by is that we won't have as much love time together if we do this."

"But it's like Master Unduli said: we have to train the boy. She wouldn't have told us if she didn't need to. I think the boy may be of certain significance."

Ultimately, they had to concede in the need for his training. As Barriss lingered on the loathing lists of litany, Caleb sought to acknowledge the unavoidable benefits of his skills, and thus, convincing Barriss to concur with his decision.

Soon they were off, off to embark on a journey of pitfalls and peril, lurches and labour, development and discipline.

The Jedi had personally pledged to utilise their profession to facilitate his training. They'd undergone innumerable missions, obstacles and hurdles, diminishing threat after threat of evil and crime, until eventually, after an everlasting 2 decades, he was finally prepared for the demons he would face in his battle against the adamant empire.

On a day similar to none other, Ezra Bridger had been assigned to aid rebellion forces in the defence of his planet: Lothal. However, on this encounter, the teen could sense a dominating villain with a presence hitherto unfelt of. 

Its Satan scalding chagrin had an exclusively tormenting rage which had pensively blocked his ally; the force. It was an organism built strategically for tarnishing the realm in which good was implemented. Nonetheless, he had to maintain focus and proceed with his task such as he had in his previous missions.

Unfortunately for him, the deadly monster replied with an abrupt hiss to barricade his connection with the force. Ezra's heart slightly flurried in fear from the intense obstacles he now was pushed to dismantle.

Avoiding the sense of sheer confusion, Ezra remained embarked on his tasks, and with a potent push, he managed to land, lugging his lightsaber onto the imperial cruiser, his body unscathed. However, a boiling rage soon ignited within the oddly assorted mishmash of villains, as the boy was marooned into an endless void of darkness.

Suddenly from behind his back felt diluted with a whizzing sound, lurched into agony by an immense power of rapid tingles and pain, the blistering bolts of blue splaying across his frame like spiders with daggers for legs.

Ezra soon clustered an intent for contest, and with a prompt but robust force push, he was freed from the compelling powers of the Sith Lord.

Turning around, he stared into the eyes of a mindless murderer, a ruthless killer with pupils darker than death. His skin was an ugly pallid tone, as if the exterior was composed of white flakes that were sheepishly accumulated onto a frame before being implanted onto a weak skeleton.

The child had no doubt that this menace was behind all of it. He was the one who orchestrated it all. He was the one who had forced billions into compliance. He was the one who had plotted for the death of his parents.

Their battle erupted from a stalemate of force abilities. Palpatine's bright fire lightning matched gruesomely against Ezra's Jedi magic, who had spontaneously advanced forwards as almost a warning for the dark lord to surrender. Though in reverse, Sidious used his rash rage to strike a killing bolt from the sky and had Ezra blasted metres backwards.

"Give it up, boy." He snarled, summoning his lightsaber to unveil a crimson shade of red, with the sharper end pointed at Ezra from a confident angle.

Soon, the Jedi too had his weapon enkindled, clasping his bruised fists as he got up to shield his body with a benevolent blue beam, almost in a challenging or taunting manner as he gradually loped forward; step after step.

There was again a distant yet fragile pause until the monstrous appearance had flung itself at Ezra, who had his blade at arm's length, thoroughly positioned to barricade himself to all the menacing attacks that may derive from the infamous Darth Sidious. 

That's the end of this story peeps. Thank you so much for getting here, I know the content of this story isn't the best. The shipping of Barriss and Caleb was odd, and many things could've been better but hey, we're all here to learn.

Truthfully, I needed to finish this story folks, there's a lot going on and I can't focus with too much on my plate. So I'm pretty darn relieved to be honest. 

So since I don't have much to say today, I'll just finish with a thank you for reading my story and that I am very pleased to be able to share the unique to those with similar interests as me.

See you around and may the force be with you.

Bye.