#barissoffee

Barriss Offee: Silence Unbroken ANIMATION

The Gilded Symbiosis

Barriss Offee’s boots sank into the soft, phosphorescent loam of the Ghysta Prime moon, each step releasing a sigh of perfumed, glittering dust. The air in the ancient, colossal greenhouse was thick and warm, a cathedral of forgotten flora where colossal, semi-sentient pitcher plants dripped luminous nectar and vines hummed with a low, electrical thrum. It was a place of profound, unsettling beauty, a secret garden locked in a perpetual, bioluminescent twilight.

“Master Unduli, the atmospheric readings are non-toxic, but the bio-signatures are… prolific,” Barriss reported, her voice calm, her montrals catching the soft glow. She adjusted her scanner, the blue light reflecting in her large, serious eyes. “The Separatist relay is just ahead, buried in the roots of that central tree.”

Luminara Unduli, a statue of serene grace amidst the riotous life, nodded. “A strange place to hide a communications hub. The life here is strong in the Force, but it is a chorus, not a melody. Be mindful, Barriss. Beauty often veils intention.”

They moved through the grove. It was then that Barriss saw them: a cluster of fungi unlike any she’d seen. They were the color of beaten gold and molten amber, growing in a perfect, intricate spiral on a fallen log. At the heart of the spiral, a single, larger cap pulsed with a soft, internal light. Spores, like minuscule, living embers, drifted from it in a mesmerizing, languid dance.

“Fascinating,” Barriss murmured, her healer’s curiosity piqued. She leaned closer, ignoring Luminara’s cautionary glance. “Their cellular structure is crystalline. They’re conducting energy.”

One particularly brave spore, a speck of gilded light, landed on the back of her glove. Instead of falling away, it clung, its glow intensifying. Then, with a subtle, almost intelligent movement, it skittered up her glove, under the cuff of her sleeve. Barriss felt a tiny, warm pinprick on her wrist, then nothing.

“Barriss?” Luminara’s voice was sharper now.

“It’s nothing, Master. A spore.” She brushed at her wrist, but the warmth remained, a faint golden speck already vanishing beneath her skin. A tremor, not of pain but of profound, cellular wrongness, shivered through her. She closed her eyes, reaching into the Force. The chorus of the greenhouse was suddenly deafening, a cacophony of growth and decay. And within it, a new, piercingly sweet note—her own, beginning to harmonize.

By the time they had disabled the relay, the warmth had spread up her arm. It was not unpleasant. It felt like sipping rich tea, a radiant heat that seeped into her bones. Her thoughts felt clearer, sharper. The colors of the greenhouse were exponentially more vibrant; she could see the individual photons dancing on the petals. She felt… improved.

On the shuttle ride back to their cruiser, Luminara studied her. “You are quiet.”

“I am… processing the ecosystem, Master. It was a remarkable study in interconnectedness.” Barriss smiled, and it felt easier, more fluid on her lips than usual. “The way the fungi communicated with the trees… it was a form of communion. A perfect, silent understanding.”

Luminara’s brow furrowed slightly. “Their communion was based on consumption and conversion. Do not romanticize it.”

That night, in her sterile quarters, Barriss examined her arm. A delicate, fractal pattern of gold, like the most exquisite Lethan filigree, was visible just beneath the skin from her wrist to her elbow. It was beautiful. When she touched it, a thrill of pleasure-pain shot through her, and for a second, her vision doubled. She saw her room, but overlaid upon it was a network of shimmering, golden lines—the ship’s power grid, the life forces of the crew, all laid bare as a feast of energy. She gasped, and the vision vanished.

The next day, during lightsaber drills, she was flawless. Her movements were a liquid poem of precision, anticipating training remote trajectories before they were fired. She disarmed three of them in a sequence so swift even Luminara blinked.

“Your connection to the Force is… heightened,” Lominara observed, her tone neutral.

“I feel aligned, Master. As if I finally understand the current.” Barriss deactivated her saber. A single, golden spore drifted from her sleeve, unnoticed by her, but not by Luminara’s sharp eyes.

Latias: Given to her by Luke when he reveals that she is his sister. Supposed to compliment his Latios since the two pokemon have been portrayed as siblings.

Alolan Ninetales: Was a gift to her from her adoptive father, Bail Organa, as a child (and when it was a Vulpix). Supposed to represent the snowy mountains of Alderaan since Alolan Ninetales are said to reside in the mountains. This Ninetales is one of the few remaining pieces Leia has to her home.

Slowking: Caught as a Slowpoke on a diplomatic mission around the time she joined the Senate. Supposed to represent her royal bloodline as Princess of Alderaan.

Indeedee (Female): Given to as a young child to help raise her. Kinda supposed to represent C-3PO (The droids are still part of this AU there will just also be Pokemon representations of them as well). Horns could also represent the iconic Leia Buns.

Ursaring: Caught on Endor after meeting Wicket and the Ewoks when it was a Teddiursa. Supposed to represent the friendship between them.

summary: the reader convinces bariss to leave before she bombs the jedi temple, seeing that the two of them are more alike than he thought.

warnings: male!reader, fluff!

requested by: anon :)

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the jedi weren’t at all what they had seemed. they had been fighting in this war for peace for years, yet they did little of the peacekeeping. at least, that’s what bariss offee thought about the jedi, and it pained her to see a friend of hers ensnared in their lies. her master was rigid, one who followed the rules and didn’t appear to care about anything else. there were other jedi, like obi-wan kenobi, who she thinks actually care about their current situation. nevertheless, bariss came up with this elaborate plan to set things into motion, a plan that if it doesn’t go as planned, then she will be jailed. 

bariss wasn't the only one to feel betrayed by the jedi, there were others, though few in number. y/n was one of them, but he didn’t have such an elaborate plan as bariss did. he wanted to leave peacefully, retire out somewhere actually peaceful. he was friends with bariss, though there were some underlying feelings, but he kept them to himself. he shoved them deep down into the compartments of his chest so no one -- not even him -- could access them. 

the two young jedi were alone, walking the courtyard of the jedi temple. a cool breeze blew through the blossoming trees lining the pathway, soothing the angry sores on bariss and y/n. 

“I don't want to stay here,” y/n spoke up, his voice being carried over to her by the soothing breeze. 

“neither do I, and setting up ahsoka isn’t really what I want to do.” bariss confessed. she knew that if anakin had heard her say anything about endangering ahsoka, he’d be onto her. bariss had seen a good friend in ahsoka; she didn’t want to hurt her. 

“we should leave together, go somewhere so hidden, that no one would find us.” he suggested, pausing in his stride. 

“my vengeance is too strong, I'm afraid I cannot.” bariss admitted, lowering her head. the fire that burned inside of her would not be quenched until the temple and the jedi got what they deserved. 

“bombing the jedi temple isn’t going to solve anything; it’ll make matters worse for you.” he whispered, making sure no jedi were looming around, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. there was a silence between them, contemplation floating around in the big, blue eyes of bariss. 

“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, sending the male a small smile. she would not and could not deny that he was handsome, but not only that, he had a big heart. “where do you plan on going?” she added quietly. 

“black spire outpost on batuu. it’s remote, and people won’t know who we are or where we come from.” he told her with a boyish grin curling onto his lips. 

“great, tonight then? at dark?” she asked with a hopeful grin. 

“yes,” he answered her. 

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bariss was nervous; she had never strayed this far from the code. well, she had to consider she was going to bomb the jedi temple and frame one of her best friends. she wore a black cloak, the hood flipped up to shield her identity from onlookers. she met y/n on the platform, a smallish ship awaiting them. it was enough to get them to the black spire outpost. 

“you ready?” he asked her softly. she nodded, following him onto the ship. 

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the trip wasn’t a terribly long one. coming out of hyperspace and seeing batuu in front of her, bariss smiled. it was an outer rim planet, which made hiding so much easier. 

y/n took it nice and easy into the atmosphere, the landing being smoother than she expected. she felt the butterflies erupt into her stomach at random, but she found her reason why as she looked over at y/n. he was smiling, his hands working over the controls. she admired his delight, how he was so willing to drop everything he had worked for to leave with her, but from what it sounded like, the both of them were dealing with similar things. 

y/n stood up to exit the ship, but bariss grabbed his arm before he could do so. he was caught off guard, the nerves bubbling up in his stomach. bariss wanted to say what she felt, how she liked him. there was an awkward silence, but eventually the girl spoke up. 

“thank you, y/n, for leaving with me. I don’t know what would have become of me if you had not convinced me to leave.” she decided. y/n was hoping for something else, he had to admit, but maybe she didn’t like him as he liked her. 

“of course, that’s what friends are for right?” he smiled. bariss released his arm and watched as he walked off the ship. ‘friends’, so that’s all he thought of them as. she stood up and followed after him, a sigh escaping her lips. 

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they eventually found a place to stay, though it was small. while setting up what stuff they had, bariss gave the place a look around. the outpost itself was small, consisting of a market, cantina and a spaceport. there was little to no living space, but luckily someone offered them a place to stay. 

bariss found herself looking over at y/n as he made his way over to her. she had never experienced these kind of feelings, where her stomach would erupt into butterflies, she'd break into a sweat, and even stutter. attachments were forbidden in the jedi order, but they were no longer in the jedi order. 

“you seem to be lost in thought,” he commented as he took took a seat next to her. bariss sighed and nodded her head, scooting over to make room for him. 

“I guess you could say that,” she lowered her eyes and watched her hands. she rarely ever got nervous, so this was a new experience for her. 

“what’s on your mind?” he tried not to be nervous himself; he didn’t want the situation to turn awkward or anything, although it was already beginning to get that way. there was another pause, causing y/n’s grin to fade and his face to relax. 

“I didn’t... speak my mind earlier when I grabbed your arm on the ship,” she confessed, her voice quiet and so much so y/n barely caught it. he didn't speak, letting her have the floor. 

“yes, I am thankful, but that wasn’t what I wanted to say. I wanted to say ...” she was nervous, should she? what was stopping her? certainly wasn't the jedi order. “I wanted to say that I have these . . . feelings for you, and I am not sure how to deal with them.” she whispered, keeping her eyes trained on her hands. she wrung her hands, the sweat beginning to compile into her palms. y/n reached under her chin and gently lifted it towards him. there were no words spoken between the two of them for a while. bariss’ blue eyes stared into y/n’s, a sparkle about them. 

“well, I've got feelings for you too.” he hummed. he was overjoyed that she liked him back; he never would have thought that she would like him. her master was so rigid back in the order, therefore implementing the idea that she could never like him. 

“really?” she widened her eyes, lifting her face to fully take in his expression. he nodded, causing her to blush and lean into him. 

“yeah,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer to him.

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