Jara D’Ao
Exotic Face of the Jedi
The vision was strong, and for a moment, she sat wide-eyed. Her lips - painted the most cheerful, or most garish, of red. So often that color had been put on to celebrate - to remind - the citizens of Coruscant that the Alliance could and would flourish. It was a color to comfort, to say:
They were safe, they could celebrate!
Until now.
Jara pressed fingers to her mouth and tried to breathe normally, but there were a dozen tiny stars spinning in her vision, winking out before she could get a good look at them. The new revelation - the unavoidable collapse of everything good - was enough to cause her to see stars, literally.
“Oh, no,” she whispered to herself.
She thought of what the vision had showed her.
The Sith would come. They would reclaim the capital. They would reclaim the Core.
And Valery? Where was Master Noble in all of this?
Jara had not been able to see her - to even feel her presence, normally a bright, brazen streak of light to guide them all - and so - what could that even mean?
Jara didn’t know. She only knew that the end was approaching. And the Force had whispered for her to go.
“But what about the younglings? The Padawans?” she asked herself.
They will be relocated. All will be well again one day. But for now you are called…to go away… the Force whispered. You will be needed at a more pivotal time. You must leave.
“And where will I go?” she asked out loud as she paced her quarters.
But the Force did not answer, and it still hadn’t answered an hour later when she stood clutching her bag with both hands, her robe fluttering with the haste of her movements.
Briskly she strode away from the Temple and down endless flights of stairs, a blue shadow of soft cloth and bright skin, a swirl of hues and frantic energy, bundled against an unusually cold day for the district.
She walked, presence masked and lightsaber hastily thrown away into the travel bag - a fraction of who she had been just hours ago - a Twi’lek refugee leaving safety, not running to it.
She bustled until she was in a busy, cramped spaceport, until her brown eyes lifted to the screens above and asked them to tell her where to go.
Which planet? Which direction? Will the Sith hunt me, or will they hunt the Grandmaster? Does it matter? Does it even — ?
Will they hunt us all down?
Is there anywhere safe? And who will I become after this?
They were safe, they could celebrate!
Until now.
Jara pressed fingers to her mouth and tried to breathe normally, but there were a dozen tiny stars spinning in her vision, winking out before she could get a good look at them. The new revelation - the unavoidable collapse of everything good - was enough to cause her to see stars, literally.
“Oh, no,” she whispered to herself.
She thought of what the vision had showed her.
The Sith would come. They would reclaim the capital. They would reclaim the Core.
And Valery? Where was Master Noble in all of this?
Jara had not been able to see her - to even feel her presence, normally a bright, brazen streak of light to guide them all - and so - what could that even mean?
Jara didn’t know. She only knew that the end was approaching. And the Force had whispered for her to go.
“But what about the younglings? The Padawans?” she asked herself.
They will be relocated. All will be well again one day. But for now you are called…to go away… the Force whispered. You will be needed at a more pivotal time. You must leave.
“And where will I go?” she asked out loud as she paced her quarters.
But the Force did not answer, and it still hadn’t answered an hour later when she stood clutching her bag with both hands, her robe fluttering with the haste of her movements.
Briskly she strode away from the Temple and down endless flights of stairs, a blue shadow of soft cloth and bright skin, a swirl of hues and frantic energy, bundled against an unusually cold day for the district.
She walked, presence masked and lightsaber hastily thrown away into the travel bag - a fraction of who she had been just hours ago - a Twi’lek refugee leaving safety, not running to it.
She bustled until she was in a busy, cramped spaceport, until her brown eyes lifted to the screens above and asked them to tell her where to go.
Which planet? Which direction? Will the Sith hunt me, or will they hunt the Grandmaster? Does it matter? Does it even — ?
Will they hunt us all down?
Is there anywhere safe? And who will I become after this?