A Sticky Situation Chapter 1: Good Joke, Bad Timing, a star wars fanfic

Chapter 1: Good Joke, Bad Timing

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"Well, I guess we're stuck this way until the council can find a way to un-stick us," Kavar sighed as he glared at his and Tyla's conjoined wrists.

Woah, woah, woah! Back up a bit! This story won't make a bit of sense unless you have some background information first. My name is Tyla Kian Moore, although most people just call me Ty. I'm best friends with Revan and Malak and we're notorious for pulling off absolutely amazing pranks if I do say so myself. Kavar is my master and…well, let's just say this is when things started getting interesting on Dantooine. This whole mess started at the source of all trouble; Revan, Malak, and myself attempting to pull a prank on Bastila with 'attempting' being the operative word.

"No, no, no! It goes here you big, tall idiot!" Revan hissed in frustration, grabbing Malak's hand and jerking the crystal that was in it away from him. Tyla laughed lightly, the noise sounding musical as she watched her two best friends argue. Malak turned around to glare at the shorter Jedi, but Revan held her ground and merely stuck her pink tongue out at him. Malak rolled his eyes and grabbed the crystal out of Revan's hand, placing it in the device that had been set up for the trio's current prank.

Tyla took a moment to look over the device, admiring Revan's brilliance and managing to create the thing as well. Whatever it was, she was glad that she hadn't been there when Revan had built it. It was exceptionally complicated and insane looking. But it certainly was shiny, and the Arkanian Offshoot loved shiny things. In fact, it was so shiny she could see herself in the reflection. Usually her friends' moment of distraction, she took a second to look over herself in typical teenage vanity.

Her pale white skin was smooth and clean, which was a miracle. She usually always had some scratch or wound or something on her from her always getting in trouble or her sparring with Kavar. Her snow white hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and her eyes widened slightly as she realized that her hair had managed to sneak past her notice and grow to a very odd length for her. It was about to go past her chest, and that wasn't something she was used to. She was probably going to have to cut it soon so that it wouldn't get in the way of her Guardian training. Her pale blue eyes were bright with happy mischievousness and she smiled, letting her pouty blue lips curl upwards. If she said so herself, she was a fairly nice looking girl for the mere age of sixteen.

"Ty, are you listening to me?" Revan's voice suddenly broke the teenager out of her revere and Tyla glanced up, her cheek flushing with a light color. Well she had been caught completely zoned out and there was no way to deny that.

"Nope! Not at all!" Tyla laughed, figuring it better to go ahead and admit it than try to cover it up with a lousy excuse. Revan rolled her deep blue eyes and smacked the Offshoot upside the head, ordering to sit down. Laughing once more, Tyla sat down on a nearby plasteel cylinder and looked up at Revan with big expecting eyes.

"Well? Are you going to tell me the plan or just sit there wasting time by smacking around your amazing friend?" Tyla questioned, sticking her tongue out at the older girl. She could see Revan's mock frustration, but the black-haired Jedi chose to ignore it, instead opting to indulge her friend.

"Alright, here is the plan. I already told you that when me and Malak had experimented with different crystals after I finished my awesome machine of awesomnesss – and yes, that is its name – that they each had different effects when their energy was completely charged and then released. It turns out that this specific crystal that we may have jacked from Atris creates and exceptionally sticky and almost impossible to break substance between the first two things it comes into contact with. Even people, as me and Malak discovered the hard way," Revan explained, glancing over at her tall male companion. Malak opened his mouth to say something in what Tyla could only assume was protest, but Revan waved him off.

"So why do we have this thing planted at the archive doors? I mean, I'm all for zapping Atris with this things, but she never leaves the archives. We would have to move this entire dang contraption in there if we were after her," Tyla wondered, thinking more out loud at the thought of sticking Atris to the floors of the archives she so loved. Revan laughed bitterly and Tyla knew why she hadn't really meant the laugh. Atris, Tyla, Revan, and Malak had all been fairly close friends up until a couple of months ago. Then Atris had started acting like a snowy ice queen and had wanted to have nothing to do with trio and Tyla didn't understand why. As far as she knew, nothing had happened to make her start acting that way, but she had accepted the fact that Atris would never be her friend again at this rate.

"As much as fun as it would be to get Atris with this, hitting her would only cause trouble for us. As much as I love trouble, I don't want Atris even more pissed at us. So we're going to hit Bastila with it," Revan explained and Tyla grinned. Bastila was almost as good of a target. Although she loved the younger woman, she was such a killjoy sometimes. She needed to learn to lighten up, although she doubted that would ever happen.

"So I'm assuming that Bastila is already in the archives, and we're just waiting for her to come out?" Tyla asked and Revan nodded, a grin on her face. That answer needed no verbal explanation so she turned back to Malak, making a few last moment adjustments to get the best possible results. Tyla had let her mind wonder when she heard the familiar hiss of a door opening. She snapped her head around to see Bastila, but was instead confused when she saw the familiar form of her master. Revan obviously hadn't taken the time to look at the door because Tyla heard her hiss the word 'now' to Malak. Everything seemed to move to slow motion as Tyla darted forward, enhancing her speed with the Force so that she would have enough time to push Kavar out of the way. She really didn't want him being the next unwitting victim to the trio's latest prank gone wrong.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately depending on how one looks at it) she wasn't fast enough. Right as she reached out to push Kavar, a blinding light flashed and Tyla felt a sharp, tingling and almost painful sensation around her left wrist. Praying to the Force that she was wrong in her assumption about what had just happened, Tyla looked down at her wrist. Sure enough, her wrist and Kavar's wrist had come in contact at some point, and there was now a thin white substance binding them together.

I am going to kill that girl!

Tyla tugged with all her strength, trying to rip her arm away from Kavar's, but that failed epically when a sharp and intense pain ran through her arm. Cursing at her bad luck, she looked away from her evil wrist and saw Revan and Malak looking on at her in confused horror. Well thanks guys. That really makes me feel better about my chances.

"Excuse me, but what memo did I miss?" Kavar asked suddenly and Tyla looked up at him, wishing she had the chance to hide behind Revan. When Tyla had first become Kavar's apprentice, they had hated each other and had wanted each other dead. Literally. After they had saved each other's lives when she was about eleven, their relationship had turned around and they had become fairly close friends. Kavar was lenient with her and her punishments for pulling stunts like this, but now that he had been accidentally involved, she had a feeling he was going to be pissed or at the very least very unhappy with the notorious trio.

"Revan, please tell me you have an antidote to this thing. You know I'm not one to beg, but I'm begging. And if you don't have one, I'm going to kick your sorry as-" Tyla started to threaten, but a quick glare thrown in her direction from Kavar quickly killed the threat. Revan tried to look serious, but it was obvious that now she had seen that nobody has suffered any bodily injury, she was finding the entire situation quite amusing. That only made Tyla want to have the chance to kill her more. What a great best friend she was.

"Actually, now that I think about it…" Revan started but Kavar quickly cut her off.

"Revan, explain what you were trying to do before anything else. That'll let me know whether or not I need to let Tyla kill you when this problem gets solved," He replied quickly, arching an eyebrow at Revan. Despite the threat, the black haired girl was still trying and failing to stifle laughs. She forced herself to take a deep breath before continuing, still barely failing to keep a straight face as she explained the situation.

"Well, we were attempting to pull a prank on Bastila because we knew that she was in the archives and she needs to lighten up and she never does so I thought we should make her and things didn't quite go as planned because instead of her coming out you did and instead of Tyla telling me what was happening she ran and tried to push you out of the way and the crystal went off because it was too late to stop anything and as for an antidote like you mentioned before well…no," Revan explained quickly all in one breath, small giggles of laughter escaping her once every few words. Finally giving up, she clamped her hand over her mouth, silently grinning at the master and apprentice's misfortune. However, the explanation only caused anger to build up within Tyla.

"What? You were going to pull a prank on Bastila that stuck her to the floor for Force knows how long and you didn't think about the fact that you might need the antidote in case something went wrong?" Tyla hissed, her frustration and anger becoming very real and volatile. There had to be some way out of this mess! She refused to believe that she was going to be stuck to her master by the wrist for the rest of her bloody life!

"Me and Mal thought that it would just…wear off?" Revan supplied in what she must have thought was a helpful fashion while shrugging her shoulders, an open grin on her face. Tyla snarled in frustration and tried to charge at her best friend, but her brand new wrist buddy stopped her from going anywhere. He jerked her back with all his strength and she stumbled backwards, falling against his chest. Color flushed her pale cheeks as she felt his solid chest against her back and she quickly scrambled back up, trying to make the heat leave her cheeks. Why in the world had she blushed at something simple like that? That was weird…

"Come on Ty. We should go talk to the Council. They may know a way out of this. I'm sure this isn't the first time some irresponsible Padawan has caused trouble with lightsaber crystal experiments," Kavar muttered, his voice unusually subdued. Tyla looked up at him and tilted her head, trying to figure out what was wrong. He was always strong and confident in everything he did. She had never seen him like this before. Kavar looked at her face for a moment and time seemed to slow once more as their eyes met. It wasn't like before though. It was more uncomfortable, but in a nice way.

Revan snickered and the sound forced reality to slam back into the teenager, making her jerk in surprise. The moment was lost and she looked down, more color running to her face. What in the world was going on with her?

"Uh, yeah. I guess you're right," Tyla replied softly, keeping her gaze on the ground. Maybe this weirdness was a side effect of the crystal discharge. She couldn't know for sure, but that was the only thing she could think of. Unless she was still suffering side effects of what had happened at the bar…color flushed her entire face and she knew she was as red as a Lethan Twi'lek. Oh no, she was not letting her mind go back to that. Thinking about that evil night would just make all of this that much more awkward.

Kavar began to drag an unwilling Tyla away from the site of the accident and the last thing Tyla heard from her friend on that day was the sound of her laughter and her muttering the words, "Oh, this shall be fun indeed."

"So let's get this straight. You, Revan, and Malak tried to pull yet another prank and it failed like they usually do. Now you can't get separated because Revan didn't think to get an antidote first and you yourself have no clue what to do. Is that was basically happened, Padawan Moore?" Zhar questioned, peering at the teenager quizzically. She was sure that Zhar wasn't trying to intimidate her into answering, but it sure was working. That glare of his paired with the uncomfortable feeling from before was making this entire meeting royally suck. Especially with the fact that Vrook and Atris were giving her death glares of evil nonsense. Those two really didn't like her whatsoever, and she still didn't know what she had done to earn their hate. She really didn't.

"Yes master," She muttered feebly, hating herself for sounding so pathetic. If Revan was there, she would have smacked her upside the head for sounding so submissive. Despite all of Revan's flaws, she did do a good job of keeping Tyla confident and ready to act, no matter the situation. Vrook sighed and opened his big mouth to say something that was no doubt unnecessarily scathing, but he was cut off by the calm voice of Master Vandar.

"Do not worry about it Padawan. We are sure this will be solved in a small matter of time. Do not let your feelings run away with you. If you will please return with master Kavar to his quarters, we will call you when we have an answer for you," Vandar explained, smiling softly at the Offshoot. She smiled weakly in response but didn't get a chance to say anything as Kavar roughly jerked her out of her thoughts and out of the council chambers. Okay, that was the last straw. Just because he was her master and she was stuck to his wrist and it was technically her fault didn't mean he had to be a complete and total jerk to her. He had barely said two words to her since they had started their walk to the council and now he was acting like she didn't exist whatsoever.

"Slow down you prick. I like to walk around the academy, not try to Force run through everything," Tyla muttered. Okay, so maybe it wasn't her best comeback, but at least it was something. What she was not expecting was for Kavar to turn down into a rather shadowy hall and pin her against the wall roughly. Because of their current medical mystery condition, Kavar had pinned her hand with his above her head, making her feel even more exposed than she normally would have in this situation. Kavar leaned in close to her, his eyes burning with an emotion she couldn't quite figure out. The close proximity made her entire face turned incredibly red again as her mind was jerked back to the night at the bar.

"Don't tempt me."

"Haven't I already?"

"Do you really want to know how much?"

"I think I can figure it out."

Tyla shook the memory out of her head, forcing herself to focus back in on Kavar's handsome face. Today had started off pretty great. Now it was just frustrating, weird, and above everything else, awkward.

"Don't tell me what to do little girl. This entire situation is your fault," Kavar hissed and Tyla felt the words like a slap to the face. Kavar was usually never this angry at her, and he never blamed her for something if it obviously hadn't been her fault. Something was wrong with him, that much was plain as day to the Padawan. He was being far too silent and tense on edge for everything to be fine. But she was tired of him taking it out on her.

"Now listen here buddy. I haven't done anything wrong! I tried to help you, if you remember correctly. I wasn't the one who started this stupid prank or even had any part in setting it up. I'm as much as an innocent bystander who got caught in the crossfire as you are!" Tyla hissed, her passion slipping into her voice and she argued lowly with her master. Kavar glared at her for a few seconds more, but then suddenly the inner fire that was fueling him on seemed to die. He sighed softly, his breath tickling her skin and sending a shiver up her spine.

"You're right. I'm sorry Ty. I shouldn't be taking this out on you. I'm just…worried," Kavar explained, his voice trailing off softly at the end. Tyla sighed as well and looked up at him, brushing a stray piece of hair away from his face. She hadn't realized how personal the seemingly simple act was until he looked at her in surprise and she flushed red once more. Her hand was right there on his face, cupping his cheek in a very non master and Padawan way, and yet she couldn't bring herself to move away.

"Uhm, don't worry about. I'm sure the council can figure something out. They're smart. Most of the time," Tyla laughed weakly, trying to change the subject as she fought to get the will to move her hand. Once she did, she jerked her free hand away from his face. Kavar shrugged and straightened up, releasing her stuck hand from the wall, although it was still stuck to him.

"Hopefully. I guess we're stuck this way until the council can figure out a way to un-stick us," Kavar sighed as he glared at his and Tyla's conjoined wrists. Tyla coughed awkwardly, still not quite sure why all of this weird…weirdness was happening right now. It certainly wasn't the best time for it, that was sure.

"So…should we go to your room now?" Tyla asked and then immediately cursed herself. Oh yeah, that hadn't sounded awkward at all. Kavar seemed to realize the awkwardness of the statement as well, but he reacted better to it than expected. He merely shook himself gently and continued walking like before, albeit at a much slower pace for Tyla's sake. When they finally reached his room, Kavar opened the door with his pass codes and they both stepped inside.

Despite how familiar the room was to her, Tyla couldn't help but still feel uncomfortable. She had been in this room more times than she could count for any number of reasons and she had never once felt uncomfortable here before. But for some reason she felt very uncomfortable at the moment right now. Maybe it had to do with the fact she knew that she couldn't just leave the room if she wanted to, but she didn't think it was that. In fact, she knew it wasn't that. But the actual reason was escaping her by just a little tiny bit…

"Ty," Kavar's voice caught the Offshoot's attention and she turned around to look at him and squeaked loudly when she did so. Kavar's face was right there in front of her and she had practically bumped noses with him when she had turned around. Her face flushed once more and she cursed herself, wondering what had possessed her lately. She had never been easily embarrassed before, and yet now she was acting like a thirteen year old girl around her first crush. Force, what was wrong with her?

"What is it?" Tyla responded, trying to keep her voice steady. She did a fairly good job, although she herself could still detect the small waiver she couldn't quite cover up. Get a hold of yourself woman! Stop acting like some giggling idiot! You don't even have a reason to be acting like this! Kavar rested his free hand on her shoulder and the contact practically sent an electric shock through her. Okay, this had gone on long enough. What was happening here?

"I just wanted to apologize for my random outburst back there. I should have had better control than that. I can usually keep tighter control over my emotions than that," Kavar apologized and Tyla smiled softly. At least this was something she could handle normally. She highly doubted anything would go horribly wrong in a simple conversation like this one.

"It's fine Kavar. I understand that being in a situation like this sucks. I now know from personal experience. Besides, I'm probably the last person you want to be stuck to," Tyla laughed, feeling a bit more normal than she had ever since this started. Kavar rolled his eyes subtly and she couldn't quite make out the words that he said after the movement. She leaned up a little closer to him, trying to hear him better.

The second she made the movement closer to him though, she knew that it had been a bad idea. Her mouth was mere centimeters away from his and she could feel her heart skip a beat at the sudden closeness. Her breathing stuttered and her head felt light and dizzy as she felt his eyes burning into her. She was completely powerless under his gaze and she couldn't honestly bring her to think that that fact bothered her. Kavar moved slightly closer to her and she felt her entire body tense in completely inappropriate anticipation when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The sudden and sharp sound made both Jedi jump in surprise, falling away from each other as much as possible with their current situation. Tyla ran a shaky hand through her hair, trying to calm her breathing as Kavar coughed awkwardly.

"C-come in," He stuttered and Tyla snapped her attention over to him. Since he never stuttered, she could only assume the little moment from before had affected him at least a little. She couldn't be sure if it was as bad as her moment had been, but it might have been with how he was acting. That man never let any situation affect him physically. The door slid open to reveal a young female Padawan.

"Master Kavar, Padawan Moore, the council has summoned you," She explained formally, bowing her head. Tyla could see her brow arch in surprise when she spotted their connected wrists. Well that wasn't good. Now that one person knew, everybody in the entire academy was going to know within hours.

"Thank you. We'll head there immediately," Kavar responded, his voice stronger than before. There was still a slight stutter in it, but Tyla figured she was the only one close enough to him to actually recognize that it was there. If he had managed to compose himself so quickly, she better as well. She didn't want anybody even thinking something weird had happened. That would just cause too much uncomfortableness that she wasn't ready for yet.

"Are you ready Ty?" Kavar questioned, peering at the teenager. His look lacked the intensity from before, but there was still something in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah, let's go," Tyla replied confidently. Or at least she hoped she sounded confident. She was fairly sure she didn't, but one could hope. Kavar pulled the Offshoot off the bed gently and she managed to keep her balance this time and not fall over. Tyla tried to keep her mind blank as they followed the young Padawan back to the council chambers, but she knew it wasn't working very well. Her emotions were everywhere and her thoughts kept focusing back in on the incident that had almost just occurred. She refused to call it an almost kiss. That was just far too…bad right now.

She didn't have much time to think though, for as soon as Kavar and herself entered the council's view, Vrook delivered the bittersweet news.

"The council will not separate you two at this time."

Anything familiar belongs to LucasArts/Obsidian/Bioware. Tyla Kian Moore belongs to Shadows of the Storm. Kavar's redone personality and last name belong to Shadows of the Storm and Aurali Adrics.