all is as the force wills it

klarissa varik. xxxiii. sentinel. investigator. master. general. jedi.

[mastervarik]

back2ben​;

The man’s brown eyes followed where the other was pointing, gaze landing on the first order symbol being proudly displayed on the flag. The symbol left a bad taste in his mouth, something that he once displayed with such pride only making him angry now.·“Its the First Order.” he replied flatly, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he faced the other. The force was strong with her, he could tell right away. Her question made him curious, wondering if this was another who had just woken up on the planet as well.··“Have you not seen it before?”

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Klarissa could feel it now, something she had not registered at first, the Force was strong with him, and there was some familiarity to it. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts to the back of her head for a moment. The last time she trusted a Force user had not ended well, it was an Inquisitor sent to hunt Jedi down, only time would tell with the one across from her. She had opened the door to curiosity, she could only hope it won’t cost her. ❝I’m afraid I’ve never heard about them before... what is it that they do?❞ she dared asked, fearing she might not like the answer, but needing to know all the same. 

[mastervarik]

alyrisa-dorian​;

Alyrisa looked up from her spot on a wall near the center square. Mostly because of the force signature radiating off the person asking. She hadn’t chased this one yet, hadn’t felt it. Was she losing her touch? No, sh imagined that after finding Kenobi, she’d just eased herself. Her paranoia finally quieting slightly. A miracle of all miracles, and she imagined that wherever her master was, they were cheering. Though, as she found herself debating once again, had she been more in tune, they would be alive. She was quick to shake her head, the person had asked her a question and she was probably staring at them like an idiot.

“Sorry,” She muttered out first, “They call themselves “The First Order” think Empire Jr. sorta thing. Don’t talk to the troopers in white and you’ll be fine,” she said.

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It feels like a punch to the gut, how could Klarissa not recognize the Force signature? The years on the run hiding who she was, pretending to be anyone else but her true nature, were costing her dearly. More so because she recognizes the voice, Alyrisa, the last thing Klarissa knew was that the girl was missing, and then when the purge happened, Klarissa prayed that Aly had ran away, anything was better than thinking about how she would be alone when their troops turned on them, but hadn’t they all been alone? That had been their greatest tragedy, connected through the Force no one had truly died alone, a pain felt across the galaxy. 

❝Aly❞ Klarissa whispered, ❝is it really you?❞ tears pooling on the corners of her eyes, she had hold in the tears for almost two years, but it seemed since her visit to Jedha Klarissa could not longer stop the emotions taking over her. She had grown tired of pretending, maybe the Force was finally giving her a rest, after all everything is as the Force wills it. ❝It’s me, master Varik❞ Klarissa said in almost a whisper, wanting nothing more than bring Alyrisa into a hug. But something wasn’t quite right, she could not risk the Empire catching them, and it was then that something clicked ❝wait, Empire Jr? What do you mean? Like a subdivision of the Empire? For the Outer Rim or something?❞

[mastervarik]

lieutenantbyte​;

whenever the locals around her said hello, they said bright suns. and well, on her second day out due to bloody stupid wall painting she was beginning to understand that. the three suns burned hot on her dark first order attire. she was beginning to really hate this planet, wanting to go back to work in the air conditioned half-red half-black base and feel productive.

the symbol was one nyra wore on her clothing, just as clearly displayed as her rank within the first order. the symbol was one nyra had been raised very familiar with. she’d had it on her blankets, pillowcases, and plates in the academy. how had someone who looked so much older than her never seen the symbol of the first order? internally, she was surpised, but she kept her eyes focused and her face blank. any bad reputation would reflect back on General Hux and Kylo Ren. Nyra couldn’t and wouldn’t let that happen. “that is the symbol of the first order. have you never seen it before?” while the question might’ve sounded a bit rude, she kept her voice emotionless. no judgement.

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The First Order, Klarissa let the name wash over her, so it was as she had suspected, now the question was: Is the First Order a part of the Galactic Empire, or just something else that was about to make everyone’s lives harder? For someone who had spent a life in the shadows Klarissa was certainly growing tired of hiding, Jedha was supposed to be a way for her to find comfort in the Force, instead she was on Batuu, tired of being on the run. 

❝Forgive me❞ she said, still using the softest tone of voice she could muster, pretending to be lost and confused had never failed her before, ❝I am getting the impression that I should know about this First Order❞ a small smile, nothing overly the top, that’s what most missed, overly-compensating, and that’s how they were made, but her master had trained her well, ❝but I’m afraid I’ve never heard about it before, you are lieutenant, right?❞ Klarissa asked recognizing the markings of the rank, ❝are you a military group? For the Empire perhaps?❞

[mastervarik]

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It wasn’t hard to identify the world she found herself in, Batuu, Klarissa remembered the place well from her travels, first as a padawan, and then when she was bestowed the rank of knight and served the Jedi Order as an investigator. It didn’t take long before she reached the marketplace, she didn’t know what had happened in Jedha, maybe the Force saved her once more, all she knew was that perhaps she had ran enough, maybe it was time to head back to Coruscant, maybe she should throw caution to the wind and try to contact anyone who might be alive —the last time she had tried she had only managed to attract the other side of the Force users— but with nothing but the clothes on her back, her lightwhip, and the crystal around her neck, it would take her forever to save enough for a trip to Coruscant, perhaps a smuggler might be able to help, or some charitable soul, ❝yeah right❞ Klarissa chuckled at her naive thoughts, solitude was making her weak. 

With each step she hoped that Batuu was not under imperial occupation, but of course she never gets what she hopes for, as she sees the troops out of the corner of her eyes, but something is different, something is missing. Looking up she realizes it’s the flags, since when has the Galactic Empire ever miss and opportunity to show their power, maybe Batuu is not occupied after all. And then she spots it, a different symbol, but it has all the markings of an organization whose intentions are not those of the masses. ❝Excuse me,❞ Klarissa says in a sweet voice, the one she uses to mask her true nature, to keep them focused on her face and not the weapon strapped to her hip, ❝that symbol❞ she points to a sign, ❝what does it mean?❞ who does it belong to? she wants to ask, but is certain she won’t like the answer.