This story is to introduce an OC I had in mind. I thought of this after conversing with Mace Sheperd about his story, The Multiverse Travels of Ben 10. It also takes place in the same universe. I hope you guys enjoy this story, and I hope to get lots and lots of reviews for this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars: The Clone Wars, or Digimon!

"C-3PO." = Talking

"Obi-Wan Kenobi." = Thinking

"Darth Maul!" = Yelling

Prologue: A Youngling and a Jedi

It was a dark and stormy night at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and the blue skinned Twi'lek Jedi known as Aayla Secura was up going over a few reports that needed filing. She was sitting on her bed with a mug of hot chocolate on her nightstand, and a data pad in her hands. She honestly didn't know why she was doing this stuff so late at night when she should be sleeping, but she's never liked thunderstorms and was a little behind on her work.

But her mind was not on her work at that moment. Instead it was on her young charge sleeping in his room in their shared quarters. A young Nautolan, no older than six, had been assigned to her as her Padawan by the council and Master Yoda.

Aayla found this decision to be ludicrous. Why would they assign a six year old child to be her Padawan? Normally, a youngling was forced to wait until they were at least twelve years old before becoming a Padawan. And yet, somehow, this youngling ended up graduating early from his youngling clan.

"Either this kid is a prodigy, or there's more going on here than I am aware of." Aayla thought to herself.

"Master Secura…?" said a small child's voice from the door.

The Twi'lek woman was broken from her thoughts by the voice, and looked to see her Padawan, still in his pajamas, standing in the door. He looked almost like an ordinary Nautolan, except he had light orange skin, big blue eyes, and a pair of long, wavy ears on his head. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand and holding onto a stuffed tiger with his other hand.

"Khalil? What are you doing up?" Aayla asked.

The now named Khalil shuffled his feet and looked at the ground nervously. He was about to speak, but ended up screaming in fright when there was a flash of lightning followed by the boom of thunder. Even Aayla flinched due to the sheer volume of the thunder. He immediately ran over to the Twi'lek woman's side and clung to her like a vice.

She now understood why her Padawan was acting so timid. He was scared of thunder and lightning, much like she was. Only he was practically terrified of these things. Of course, this was understandable due to his current age.

Her first instinct was to push the child away and order him back to his room, but something stopped her. Seeing the small, quivering form hugging her for dear life awakened something within her. Could it be her long since dormant maternal instincts? That didn't matter as the Twi'lek woman soon found herself wrapping an arm around Khalil and holding him close.

The boy looked up at his master with big, slightly teary eyes and was a little surprised to see a motherly look on her face.

"There is no need to be afraid, Khalil. Everyone, even the strongest of Jedi, experience fear." Aayla assured.

"Really? Even you, master Secura?" Khalil asked.

"Indeed. Even I feel fear at times." Aayla replied with a nod. "If I had to name a small fear of mine, I'd have to say that I'm afraid of… spiders."

"Spiders?" Khalil asked with a look of confusion.

He honestly loved spiders and didn't understand why people were so scared of them. His master giggled at the perplexed look on his face.

"Oh, yes! I absolutely HATE those eight legged things! I wouldn't call it a phobia, per say, I just don't want them anywhere near me." Aayla explained. "My point, Khalil, is that everyone has fear. But we become truly strong when we gain the courage needed to face those fears."

Khalil smiled as he thought about his master's words. She sure knows a lot about being a Jedi. He wanted to become a great Jedi Knight just like her someday. Khalil yawned as fatigue finally took hold, and fell asleep right in his master's arms.

Aayla couldn't help the motherly smile that made its way to her lips. She turned out the light before pulling the covers over the two of them, and kissed Khalil's forehead.

"Why don't you sleep here tonight, my Padawan."

She closed her eyes, and finally allowed the sweet embrace of sleep to claim her. Both Master and Padawan alike were blissfully unaware of the many new adventures that await them.

VOILA! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Next time, we'll see our young hero construct his own Lightsaber(s). I've already got something in mind. Hope y'all like it! And yes, the ears on his head are Koromon's, in case you're wondering.