Star Wars x The 100 - Rise From Darkness

7- The Commander and the Night Bloods

As Anya lead Clarke further into Polis, Clarke's excitement slowly shifted to nerves. She was clearly in the good graces of the Queen, a great position to be in now that she had lost trust in nearly everyone she knew. She didn't even have hope in mending her relationship with Wells or her mother and she was still being extremely cautious with the Theed Royals now.

Plus there was the whole aspect of actually meeting the commander. Something about that task made Clarke's stomach turn, and it wasn't just that fact that the last time Clarke was in a close proximity, she started hearing voices in her head. No there was something else also adding to her nerves. Still, the excitement was too strong for Clarke to even think about changing her mind and she continued to follow Anya to a small broken down building with a peculiar sign over it.

"The mark of the commander." Anya explained, noticing Clarke's attention on the bronzed and rusty symbol.

"It's beautiful."

"Not many think so." Anya shrugged. "I myself think it needs a good cleaning."

Anya stopped walking at the entrance of the building. "I'll leave you here Clarke. The commander should be inside waiting. I've already confirmed your stay here. I imagine you'll spend at least a few hours...unless the commander doesn't like you."

Clarke felt her heart skip a beat, not feeling very comfortable with the warning.

"Only kidding." Anya chuckled. "You'll be fine Clarke, go on in."

Clarke hesitated for a moment trying to pull herself together, then nodded towards Anya one last time and walked through the old wooden doors. Upon entering the only room that the building seemed to hold, Clarke notices it was filled maps, candles, and weapons. There was a table in one corner and a bed in another but that was it. Nothing else. There wasn't any technology. Clarke didn't notice when she had first set foot into Polis a few minutes ago, but there wasn't anything modern at all. No blasters, no space ships, not even a single holographic display. Compared to the incredibly advanced technology that ran Theed, Polis appeared to be the exact opposite. It was very intriguing to Clarke.

Clarke looked around and didn't see anyone.

"Hello?" She called out, not wanting to do anything that would get her into trouble.

Suddenly she was transported. Clarke was no longer standing in that ancient building with the maps and candles. Now she was back in the Alpha station, walking the halls with her father.

"There's no way you did that!" Clarke exclaimed in total disbelief.

"I'm telling the truth Clarke." Jake grinned. "Your mom was so mad that I broke the cabinets that day, she didn't talk for me for the entire rest of the night."

Clarke and Jake both started laughing hysterically and Clarke went to reach for her father's hand but before she could, she was quickly transported to a new location.

Now she was sitting on the floor, across from Wells, a chess board in between them. The game was paused as Clarke wept to Wells, a steady stream of tears constantly running down her cheeks. She was telling her best friend about her worries with her father. How he has been acting weird and suspicious and how she had found a book of a strange sith language hidden behind some furniture.

"Wells you can't tell anyone." Clarke whispered in between tears. "We both know my father is a good man. He's always been curious about First Order ideology because he wants to fight it. He hates Snoke more than anyone. Under your father's own rules, possession of first order items can be charged as treason. I know he has a reason for it all, it's just stressing me out since I haven't figured it out yet. I'm pretty sure he's building some sort of AI system that will decipher ancient sith texts as a favor to the rebels and the council but having that book in his own hidden possession is just way too risky. I shouldn't have even told you Wells.