Greetings, dear reader. Here is my first story about The Clone Wars. As I'm by the time watching the whole TV series, I could not fight the urge to write about it, especially since I watched the Kit Fisto/Grievous episode (dude, they're both so wonderful). And as you have maybe noticed, English is not my mother tongue, and I do not often write in English, so I can only have faith in my own spelling. Please tell me if you find any mistake/awful sentence/grammar ugliness, 'cause I did not get a beta for this one.
Disclaimer : Star Wars - The Clone Wars obviously belongs to George Lucas. No money made!
Nothing happened this night. Nothing. No scream, no pain, no blood, no blaster bolts whining, no explosions and no death. It was just a calm and peaceful night, with stars shining in the sky of Coruscant and the sound of some hover vehicles softly purring from the outside. Fewer and fewer nights were like this one, though, in these dark times of war.
Nothing happened. Until this disturbance in the Force. A very slight disturbance, from a spot so far away from here that it was nothing more than a mere whisper. Almost nothing. Almost. For it was strong enough to startle out of his sleep one of the inhabitants of the Jedi Temple. For this calm and peaceful night was a night of unrest for him.
The vast dark pools of his eyes now wide open, Kit stiffened on his bed, pale green tendrils waving and twitching restlessly as he tried to regain a bit of composure. The sound of his erratic breath broke the silence of the room, his whole body covered with cold sweat and trapped in the twisted bed sheets. Then the Nautolan looked around, and the surface of his black eyes swirled like a nebula, the sign of repressed anger and fear. Something few non-Nautolans would know about.
His gaze fell on the waterfall glass water near the window, a useful commodity for a Nautolan when there was need to damp the air. It was also a way to remember his homeworld. Though the Temple halls will always be his only home, and he was glad with it, Kit was quite fond of Glee Anselm. The Mid Rim planet was the place where he liked to swim during one of these mammoth hurricanes. It was the place of his early childhood memories. But even these bright thoughts could not bring him peace.
He could feel it. Something happened. Something happened to Aayla, and he was there, in his room, his two hearts pounding against his bare chest, while he should be at her side. But the Twi'lek Jedi was not here. She was not even on Coruscant, but on a planet at the other side of the galaxy. Too far from him. Yet, they were both Jedi. Missions were part of their life. But with Aayla, Kit discovered something new, something probably very few Jedi would approve, and something which gives him nightmarish thoughts when the time for one of them to leave has come.
Kit could easily imagine what Aayla would say if she was there. Come on, Kit, pull yourself together. I'll be fine. …No, not what she would say if she was here. What she was telling him. She was here, with him… in a certain way. Through the Force, he could feel the flow of the thoughts of Aayla Secura... And the Force never lied. Maybe it could be wrong, but it never lied.
Trying to hide a bit the great turmoil raging in his mind, Kit sat up on the bed and entered into meditation. Surrendering himself to the musical and bright flow of the Force, he sent a wave of Force to Master Yoda to warn him about the great jeopardy Aayla has been put in.
There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no emotions, there is peace. Oh, Aayla, what did you do to me?