Okay, chapter 2 should be better, because I did some Star Wars research on the official site, and know a bit more now! Well, on with the show!
Kit ran determinedly forward, ignoring the calls of his fellow comrades. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by. He could sense the force in that girl, and knew that if trained properly, she would become a powerful Jedi. He knew that Jedi usually had to be trained from infancy, but it should be no problem training this one. He slowed to a walk, trying to pick out the girl from the huge crowd surrounding him. He had run right into a bar without knowing it, and finding her in this crowd would be almost impossible. He needed to use the force. He cleared his mind, and gazed around at all the people surrounding him, and the mass of people on the dance floor, trying to impress each other. He felt her presence nearby, but couldn't see her...
Then he saw where the feeling was coming from. Standing in a corner of the bar, trying to keep herself hidden, was a young twi'lek. Her skin was smooth, jet black, and her eyes were a piercing green. Streaks of gold glinted above her eyes, and the long, slender tentacles that framed her face were a reddish gold colour. She glanced up at Kit, and her eyes widened as she saw him. He gasped, recognising that expression, those same eyes that he saw in the alley.
This was the girl.
"It's okay," he said quietly, looking into her wide, scared eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you." She relaxed a little, but still watched him with the same distrusting, nervous eyes.
"What do you want with me?" She asked, her voice quivering. "I didn't do anything, and if it's about that dug, it was his fault, and the crash was an accident!" Kit smiled, and Zam stopped instantly, slightly taken aback. She shook herself mentally, telling herself not to be foolish. She was actually starting to get a crush on the nautolan, but she knew it would be stupid to fall in love with him. It would be dangerous. She eyed him suspiciously as he continued.
"I noticed how you managed to fight us off earlier," he explained. "I've only ever seen other Jedi fight that quick before. Have you ever done noticed you seem more skilled at things than most people? Have you sensed things happen before they do happen, or as they're happening?" Zam hesitated, about to ask how he knew it was her, but simply nodded. Kit smiled again, and Zam felt herself blush slightly, but thankfully through her dark skin it was hardly noticeable. "Thought so," Kit said, still smiling. She hadn't known that his tentacles could pick up people's emotions, and he was well aware that she was feeling nervous, excited, and that she was falling for him. He knew that if he was patient, she would trust him and let him train her. He walked over to a stool and sat down, and watched the girl follow him, and sit down unsurely on the stool next to him. "I think you could be a powerful Jedi if you let me train you," he said, and Zam's eyes widened. She shuffled back in her seat.
"I don't think I could do it," she said quickly, but she already showed interest in the lightsaber attached to Kit's belt. He followed her gaze down, and laughed slightly. "Do I get one of those?" She asked, staring at the weapon in amazement. Kit nodded.
"Sure. You get one of those, you get all the Jedi gear, and you learn to use your powers to do lots of cool stuff. Oh yeah, and you get to help save the galaxy from the Sith and any bad guys." Zam looked back up into Kit's large black eyes, and smiled. Her body shape started to change, and Kit found himself looking at the same girl he saw in the dump.
"I'll do it," she said finally. My name's Zam Wessell, by the way." She added.
"Kit Fisto," Kit said. Zam suddenly looked puzzled.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked, sliding off the stool. Kit followed her.
"I could sense it. How did you change like that?"
"I'm a clawdite," she explained, as they walked out of the bar together. "A shapeshifter. My true form...you wouldn't want to see it, believe me. I sort look ugly in my original state." Kit smiled.
"It's okay," he said reassuringly. "I've seen clawdites before, it's no big deal to me. I don't think they look bad." He came to a halt, and looked ahead of him. Anakin and Obi-Wan were jogging up to him. They both seemed worn out.
"Where were you?" Obi-Wan asked, finally getting his breath back. "We've been searching for you all over Coruscant. Master Windu wants us back, He and Senator Amidala want to thank us for catching that bounty hunter." His eyes flickered from Kit to Zam. "Umm, do you think Master Windu will be pleased with having her around? You know Jedi are supposed to be trained from infancy." Kit smirked.
"Was Anakin?" He asked simply, a feeling of victory sweeping over him as Obi-Wan lowered his head and followed Anakin back to their speeder. He turned to Zam. "Once you know how to deal with guys like Obi-Wan, you've learnt half of what you need to be a Jedi," he whispered, and Zam laughed. Once they had reached Kit's speeder, Zam stopped, studying it.
"Not bad," she said, smiling. "Of course mine was better..."
"Don't push it," Kit laughed, and Zam climbed in, feeling foolish and happy at the same time. She knew this would happen. She'd fallen for him. Ever since he found her in the bar, she knew it would turn out like this. Already she trusted him, a move she knew was foolish, but couldn't help. She watched Kit climb in as well, and studied his features as he drove, unaware of what she was doing. Even though he was a very unusual looking alien, he was rather attractive. His long tentacles lay just past his broad shoulders, and his large black eyes seemed to light up when he laughed. His main attraction, however, was his smile. He had a casual, easy smile that made her feel calm every time she saw it. It was just like him; genuine, cool, and incredibly sexy. She looked out of the windows, and stared up at the Jedi council building. A sudden wave of anxiety swept over her with such force that she shuddered. Kit looked at her out of the corner of his eye, still watching the airways, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay," he said, with that reassuring smile. "I'll take care of you, I promise. You'll be a great Jedi." Zam relaxed a little, wondering what life as a Jedi would be like. She had always imagined it as being boring, but now that she really thought about it, and after talking to Kit, it didn't seen so bad. As they came to a stop, however, her nerves got the better of her. She followed Kit down the corridors and halls in a trance, wanting to run; the only thing keeping her from bolting was the fact that Kit had promised to protect her, and she trusted him. They stopped in a large room with people of all different species sitting around a table. One of them, a dark skinned human, looked up at them.
"Master Fisto. Obi-Wan told me of your plans to train this young woman." Kit nodded.
"Yes Master Windu. I believe she could be a powerful Jedi if trained properly, and I know we usually train padawans from infancy, but she does appear to be incredibly Force sensitive." Mace Windu considered this for a moment, then looked up at Kit again.
"Do you think that you will be able to train this girl yourself?" He asked, studying Zam with great interest.
"Yes, Master Windu, it is my intention to train her to be a Jedi myself."
"Very well. This girl is now to be your padawans, Master Fisto." Mace Windu turned to look at Zam. "And what is your name?" He asked.
"Zam Wessell," Zam answered, not quite believing what was happening. She looked at Kit, who bowed at Mace Windu.
"Thankyou, Master Windu," he said, bowing down, and elbowed Zam sharply in the arm. "Bow," he hissed, and Zam obeyed. They turned and walked away, and Kit put his arm around Zam once they were out of sight.
"Stop worrying," he said, grinning at her. "Trust me, it's not as hard as it looks. You have the potential to become a great Jedi, but only if you stop worrying about it!" Zam laughed.
"I'm not worried," she lied, and Kit smirked at her. She sighed. "Alright, so I am a little nervous, but weren't you when you first started?"
"Dunno," Kit answered. "I was too young to remember."
"How old were you?"
"Three."
"What!?!" Zam asked, looking stunned. Kit laughed at her surprise.
"Jedi are usually trained from a very young age. You're lucky to be able to start training now. Most people , no matter how strong they are with the Force, would have to forget about ever becoming a Jedi." He stopped and looked into Zam's eyes, still grinning. "So, are you ready for this?" Zam smirked at him.
"Sure. Bring it on."
Kit ran determinedly forward, ignoring the calls of his fellow comrades. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by. He could sense the force in that girl, and knew that if trained properly, she would become a powerful Jedi. He knew that Jedi usually had to be trained from infancy, but it should be no problem training this one. He slowed to a walk, trying to pick out the girl from the huge crowd surrounding him. He had run right into a bar without knowing it, and finding her in this crowd would be almost impossible. He needed to use the force. He cleared his mind, and gazed around at all the people surrounding him, and the mass of people on the dance floor, trying to impress each other. He felt her presence nearby, but couldn't see her...
Then he saw where the feeling was coming from. Standing in a corner of the bar, trying to keep herself hidden, was a young twi'lek. Her skin was smooth, jet black, and her eyes were a piercing green. Streaks of gold glinted above her eyes, and the long, slender tentacles that framed her face were a reddish gold colour. She glanced up at Kit, and her eyes widened as she saw him. He gasped, recognising that expression, those same eyes that he saw in the alley.
This was the girl.
"It's okay," he said quietly, looking into her wide, scared eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you." She relaxed a little, but still watched him with the same distrusting, nervous eyes.
"What do you want with me?" She asked, her voice quivering. "I didn't do anything, and if it's about that dug, it was his fault, and the crash was an accident!" Kit smiled, and Zam stopped instantly, slightly taken aback. She shook herself mentally, telling herself not to be foolish. She was actually starting to get a crush on the nautolan, but she knew it would be stupid to fall in love with him. It would be dangerous. She eyed him suspiciously as he continued.
"I noticed how you managed to fight us off earlier," he explained. "I've only ever seen other Jedi fight that quick before. Have you ever done noticed you seem more skilled at things than most people? Have you sensed things happen before they do happen, or as they're happening?" Zam hesitated, about to ask how he knew it was her, but simply nodded. Kit smiled again, and Zam felt herself blush slightly, but thankfully through her dark skin it was hardly noticeable. "Thought so," Kit said, still smiling. She hadn't known that his tentacles could pick up people's emotions, and he was well aware that she was feeling nervous, excited, and that she was falling for him. He knew that if he was patient, she would trust him and let him train her. He walked over to a stool and sat down, and watched the girl follow him, and sit down unsurely on the stool next to him. "I think you could be a powerful Jedi if you let me train you," he said, and Zam's eyes widened. She shuffled back in her seat.
"I don't think I could do it," she said quickly, but she already showed interest in the lightsaber attached to Kit's belt. He followed her gaze down, and laughed slightly. "Do I get one of those?" She asked, staring at the weapon in amazement. Kit nodded.
"Sure. You get one of those, you get all the Jedi gear, and you learn to use your powers to do lots of cool stuff. Oh yeah, and you get to help save the galaxy from the Sith and any bad guys." Zam looked back up into Kit's large black eyes, and smiled. Her body shape started to change, and Kit found himself looking at the same girl he saw in the dump.
"I'll do it," she said finally. My name's Zam Wessell, by the way." She added.
"Kit Fisto," Kit said. Zam suddenly looked puzzled.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked, sliding off the stool. Kit followed her.
"I could sense it. How did you change like that?"
"I'm a clawdite," she explained, as they walked out of the bar together. "A shapeshifter. My true form...you wouldn't want to see it, believe me. I sort look ugly in my original state." Kit smiled.
"It's okay," he said reassuringly. "I've seen clawdites before, it's no big deal to me. I don't think they look bad." He came to a halt, and looked ahead of him. Anakin and Obi-Wan were jogging up to him. They both seemed worn out.
"Where were you?" Obi-Wan asked, finally getting his breath back. "We've been searching for you all over Coruscant. Master Windu wants us back, He and Senator Amidala want to thank us for catching that bounty hunter." His eyes flickered from Kit to Zam. "Umm, do you think Master Windu will be pleased with having her around? You know Jedi are supposed to be trained from infancy." Kit smirked.
"Was Anakin?" He asked simply, a feeling of victory sweeping over him as Obi-Wan lowered his head and followed Anakin back to their speeder. He turned to Zam. "Once you know how to deal with guys like Obi-Wan, you've learnt half of what you need to be a Jedi," he whispered, and Zam laughed. Once they had reached Kit's speeder, Zam stopped, studying it.
"Not bad," she said, smiling. "Of course mine was better..."
"Don't push it," Kit laughed, and Zam climbed in, feeling foolish and happy at the same time. She knew this would happen. She'd fallen for him. Ever since he found her in the bar, she knew it would turn out like this. Already she trusted him, a move she knew was foolish, but couldn't help. She watched Kit climb in as well, and studied his features as he drove, unaware of what she was doing. Even though he was a very unusual looking alien, he was rather attractive. His long tentacles lay just past his broad shoulders, and his large black eyes seemed to light up when he laughed. His main attraction, however, was his smile. He had a casual, easy smile that made her feel calm every time she saw it. It was just like him; genuine, cool, and incredibly sexy. She looked out of the windows, and stared up at the Jedi council building. A sudden wave of anxiety swept over her with such force that she shuddered. Kit looked at her out of the corner of his eye, still watching the airways, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay," he said, with that reassuring smile. "I'll take care of you, I promise. You'll be a great Jedi." Zam relaxed a little, wondering what life as a Jedi would be like. She had always imagined it as being boring, but now that she really thought about it, and after talking to Kit, it didn't seen so bad. As they came to a stop, however, her nerves got the better of her. She followed Kit down the corridors and halls in a trance, wanting to run; the only thing keeping her from bolting was the fact that Kit had promised to protect her, and she trusted him. They stopped in a large room with people of all different species sitting around a table. One of them, a dark skinned human, looked up at them.
"Master Fisto. Obi-Wan told me of your plans to train this young woman." Kit nodded.
"Yes Master Windu. I believe she could be a powerful Jedi if trained properly, and I know we usually train padawans from infancy, but she does appear to be incredibly Force sensitive." Mace Windu considered this for a moment, then looked up at Kit again.
"Do you think that you will be able to train this girl yourself?" He asked, studying Zam with great interest.
"Yes, Master Windu, it is my intention to train her to be a Jedi myself."
"Very well. This girl is now to be your padawans, Master Fisto." Mace Windu turned to look at Zam. "And what is your name?" He asked.
"Zam Wessell," Zam answered, not quite believing what was happening. She looked at Kit, who bowed at Mace Windu.
"Thankyou, Master Windu," he said, bowing down, and elbowed Zam sharply in the arm. "Bow," he hissed, and Zam obeyed. They turned and walked away, and Kit put his arm around Zam once they were out of sight.
"Stop worrying," he said, grinning at her. "Trust me, it's not as hard as it looks. You have the potential to become a great Jedi, but only if you stop worrying about it!" Zam laughed.
"I'm not worried," she lied, and Kit smirked at her. She sighed. "Alright, so I am a little nervous, but weren't you when you first started?"
"Dunno," Kit answered. "I was too young to remember."
"How old were you?"
"Three."
"What!?!" Zam asked, looking stunned. Kit laughed at her surprise.
"Jedi are usually trained from a very young age. You're lucky to be able to start training now. Most people , no matter how strong they are with the Force, would have to forget about ever becoming a Jedi." He stopped and looked into Zam's eyes, still grinning. "So, are you ready for this?" Zam smirked at him.
"Sure. Bring it on."