AT HIS COMMAND --- adara rises.    her movement is graceful, laced with femininity.     eyes do not part from the ground beneath her, mask in hand. fingers tightly grasping the cold metal of her mask. it is her i d e n t i t y now.    A MONSTER BEHIND A MASK.      each dawn on this planet meant more and more humanity is lost.       eyes lift as the small brush of wind lets her know he’s parting from his stance.     ( obediently, she follows. )      her steps are fluid as she follows behind her leader. she flanks his right wing, hand mechanically lifting as the mask presses into place. a audible click rings and dances around her ears before the sound of their thrumming footsteps is the new song that beats around them.       they march off to war --- to battle. and she follows without the slightest hesitance.        “ resting. ”      she replies as voice is manipulated behind the mask. “ we spent most of the day scouting. strategizing. we have a few ideas, supreme leader. the woods along our outskirts would have ample room for a secured base.... ”        adara holds her breath.     his interests of her highest priority. 

EMOTIONS FLOOD THROUGH HER & BURN HER like the flames had adali. and their parents... it stings.       humanity surges forward in her.      ( weakness in her eyes ) she is consumed with the bitterness of her sisters betrayal.        adali had chose wrong--- chose luke skywalker over her.      and the fleeting moments of sadness and regret are washed away in a     RED DAWN. all she sees in the pain caused by her sisters betrayal. adali had chosen the path to light, goodness, selflessness.... over her. when all they had was each other.     eyes flicker to her hands, her own dark hues burning in her own fury. she couldn’t have distractions... couldn’t have weaknesses. hand clutches her weapon tightly. posture stiffens and lips curl at her words.   “ i became something better. ” she spits, throat thick, it was almost hard to breathe. the air between them seemingly coated in soot that burned her airways.    “ something you should of been--- ” voice raises in volume as does her temper. she’s about to erupt.    “ you betrayed me, sister! ”    she’s trembling.    “ you chose skywalker over me. over what we could of been--- ” voice quietens as she speaks her next words. a deadly, sort of quiet.    a whisper before a title wave.     “ you chose wrong. ” and with that adara surges forward. blinded in her own fury. weapon bared before her as she charges with the full intention of eliminating what could be her downfall. 

ADARA LOOKED TOWARDS HER with heated dark eyes.     perhaps the captain didn’t recognize her when she was free of her mask.    leaving her two options: play with the situation or expose her true identity.     or, did she know who she was and simply wanted a fight?   brow raises as her finger sways and the exposed olive skin between her brow creases in interest.     she smirks.  “ captain, ”   two forces collided. both women just as stubborn as the other.    “ stand down. ” a pause. “ i am not your enemy. ”

SKYWALKERS WORDS ANGER HER, perhaps a common thread for adara towards skywalker men. but she will not strike.     mouth pools with venom that will go unspoken.    “ you underestimate him--- ”     adara replies instead. her composure remaining stoney and seemingly withdrawn.     “ as did your son. and he met his end. ” or had.     apparently he was back now. adara hadn’t made it a prioty to see him only wishing to see his downfall and the end of the jedi...       ( a fairytale she’d once believed in so passionately. )      a voice floods the span between adara and anakin and dark, heated eyes, flicker toward the sound. there seems to be a flicker of emotion--- surprise.        ( or had she known all along ? )       her strides faltered and slowed.      “ honor? ” adara scoffs. “ says a smuggler. ” a gloved hand comes to clutch the dark fabric of her robes turning towards the two men.      “ you two wouldn’t have been spying on my conversation, had you? ”      ( @forcebalancer & @ofscruffysmugglers )

ITS A PULL TO SOMETHING--- and she follows. ( or someone ) the force worked like that, mysterious, ever moving. her strides remain confident however as she follows a unknown path so blindly. black fabric fluttering and trailing behind her. she weaves through the castle like a black cobra. ready to strike, but pursing her prey in full force. her features are hard set and unmoving as she finds herself pausing at the grand entrance of the castle. head cocks quickly and eyes narrow at a figure moving swiftly in the distance to the right of her. fleeing, perhaps? adara had no time for games. she follows on their heels and as soon as the figure turns features etched so visibly in her mind cause hardened brown hues to soften. she’s free of her mask, hood concealing her, and so she pushes it down. dark hair the same as adali’s spills onto her shoulders. breath catches and brows pull together. adara the mighty knight of ren stands, stunned. CONSUMED IN HER OWN HELLFIRE. it was a nightmare..... it had to be..... a trick of luke skywalkers---- “ NO. ” @myndraav

“ OF ALL THE PEOPLE TO RETURN--- YOU COME. ” obvious disgust on stoney features. defined jaw flexes if you look close enough, the smallest glimpse of distress underneath hardened demeanor. “ pathetic. ” she looks to him. they’d trained together. formed a ( family ) of sorts. but now she only saw him for who he was: a weak link. someone who had denied ultimate power. someone who followed a false leader so blindly. @lifereturncd 

SHE WOULD STAND WITH KYLO REN UNTIL HER LAST BREATH WAS TAKEN FROM HER.     ( on her own accord, of course )       but that didn’t mean she had to like his decisions. though faithfully---   she will follow. “ i agree, futile, really... ” words drift from the room “ camp on the west entrance.... ” much to her knowledge. “ ..... within neutral territory. ” gloved palms grip at the stone setting, back arched, she rolls her neck.      “ we will discuss more at a later date. i have matters to attend to. ”       and with that and a stir of black she’s exiting her previous post. heeled boots click against stone flooring and she senses company. strides do not falter.       “ well. well. a pleasure. ” gaze is locked on her destination.       “ the failed chosen one joins me. and in his weaker form. if i could fathom some measure of pity, it would be for you. ”       @forcebalancer & @ofscruffysmugglers​ *

“ WELL, I SURELY CAN END THIS DAY FOR YOU IF YOU SO WISH. ” she laughs, but it’s something twisted. forced. UNNATURAL. her eyes are dangerous as she gazes down upon the seemingly frail girl. “ of course it is. how could you be so foolish. ” disgust is heard. we will REIGN goes unspoken. 

AT THE STRIKE OF HIS VOICE, adara’s gaze intensifies. he holds his own, she admires that. anger swims around him in a cloud of dark. and like a woman confined to the land of the shadows--- she is drawn in him. he bleeds darkness and the monster she is tastes death on the horizon. HIS DOWNFALL WOULD BE HER VICTORY. “ no need for formalities, maverik. ” smirk is quaint. small, but there if you look close enough. stepping forward she grasps his tensed shoulder. “ we’ve met before.... ” adara is spinning her web. she steps closer her frontside unmistakably close to his backside. “ do you not remember me? ”

STRIDES are constant. unfailing. the knight is f u r i o u s seething in her own anger. cool had been kept during the event of the treaty, she had supposed that’s why her supreme leader had sent her versus other knights. still, her purpose was to destroy the resistance. they were weak, something she doesn’t have a tolerance for. a parasite infecting and holding on while the world around them sought their complete demise. “ you’re in my way. ” ( they weren’t really ) company witnesses a rarity. she’s free of her mask. passing as perhaps a normal member of the first order if the person could look past her capes... she wishes to find solace in her room as strides are forced to a halt.  

ADARA looks at the flame, a small, minuscule flicker. the binary rings in her ears and she grimaces beneath the mask. “ i wouldn’t dare consider wasting my time on you, droid. ” she then looks up and into the distance, gaze focusing on a distant piece of the stone castle. “ you were the one with the piece of map, that lead to luke skywalker... ” obvious bitterness curls around name spoken. “ i suppose it didn’t do much good, running around with your friends, thinking you could escape when we found you all afterall... ” conversation holds a faint similarity to a mother telling a ghost story to a child. the knight is amused. “ we will always find you. you’re processing units should tell you that much. ” and now with both sides stuck within one vast space together it was only a matter of time...

HIS lack of gaze on her annoys her in the slightest. though she knew just how ( intimidating ) she could be. she is something of darkness. of nightmares. slithering from shadow to shadow. her light which once burned so bright beneath luke skywalker isASHES. the ashes having made new life for her on the dark side of the force. “ i believe you’re mistaken, ” adara corrects in strict tone. holding similarity to a scold. “ he is the new supreme leader. ” voice disoriented beneath the mask as brows pull together in a scowl. the force floats between the pair. “ if you are not with him, you are a enemy of the first order... ” posture stiffens, long cape moving with her as he straightens to full height. “ and i do not tolerate enemies. ”