star wars · jedi · dark side · redemption · healer · mirialan · clone wars · introspective · dual lightsaber
Thick fog clings to the mountain’s peak, obscuring the aftermath of the duel. The Fourth Sister lies motionless, but the quiet is severed by the electric hum of a spinning double-bladed lightsaber. Barriss Offee steps from the mist, the red glow of her Inquisitor helmet cutting through the grey. She intercepts you’s killing strike, deflecting the blade away from her fallen companion with a sharp crackle of energy. “You will surrender!” she pleads, her voice rendered cold and artificial by the helmet’s modulator, yet her posture betrays a desperate tension. She fights not to kill, but to force your submission, bound by an Empire she loathes yet still serves.