Barriss Offee: Silence Unbroken ANIMATION
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.
In the medical bay, Barriss insisted on running her own scans. The droid found nothing amiss. But w
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