Kit Fisto and Aayla
"The Jedi have betrayed us. Eliminate them all."
The impact of these words hit Kit worse than any physical wound could. It felt as if his heart was cut in half. All the blind trust I put in democracy. He hated himself for trusting the conniving old man. All those arguments he had had with Master Yoda defending him. Everything he had believed in for the past thirteen years had been a lie. The war was a fraud. His companion Jedi, to whom he held an unspoken attraction, placed a soothing hand on his.
"Do you feel them coming?"
Kit Fisto turned to Aayla Secura. His opaque eyes that had once held so much pride in them now looked old and worn.
"Yes. There is nothing we can do now."
"We can fight." The Twi'lek girl sent a wave of reassurance through the Force. "The Force will guide us."
"No...Aayla, the Force has lied to us. It has betrayed us!"
"No Kit. It is our own fault. We were too close-minded, too confident in ourselves to see this coming. There is nothing left to do now but accept our consequences..."
"Aayla..." Kit's hearts burned with uncertainty as years of training struggled to withhold the emotion called love. He pushed it aside. What difference did it make? "There's something you need to know...I..."
Aayla, as if she knew what he was about to say, placed a finger on his lips.
"Me too, Kit. Me too."
A small flame in Kit's hearts roared as the two shared their first kiss. Of course neither of them were really sure how to do it, but they had seen enough on the holos to have a general idea. The biggest mistake the Jedi made was to forbid attachment, Kit thought. How could something that made one feel so strong ever turn towards the dark side? Their lips retreated hastily as the door to their quarters opened. In the hands of his love, standing against the impenetrable shadow of death that lay before him, Kit saw. He saw the beautiful sunset of Mon Calamari outside his window. He saw the massive krayt falcons as they soared majestically in the violet sky. He saw Aayla's eyes, and saw the undying love of his companion, and was reassured knowing that in death they would be together for an eternity. After one last kiss, they drew their lightsabers, emerald and azure. As the clonetroopers opened fire they moved to deflect the blaster bolts. The two moved in perfect unison, and for a while it seemed they were invincible, until overwhelming numbers proved victorious once again. Kit heard a laugh – and later realized it came from him. He allowed himself to laugh again. Here, at the end of things, he had everything he had ever wanted. On the ever-growing plane of the Force, two stars went out in a magnificent nebula, the final dance of the lovers. Jedi far, far away heard the laugh of Kit Fisto and Aayla Secura as they passed from one world to the other, hand in hand.
"The Jedi have betrayed us. Eliminate them all."
The impact of these words hit Kit worse than any physical wound could. It felt as if his heart was cut in half. All the blind trust I put in democracy. He hated himself for trusting the conniving old man. All those arguments he had had with Master Yoda defending him. Everything he had believed in for the past thirteen years had been a lie. The war was a fraud. His companion Jedi, to whom he held an unspoken attraction, placed a soothing hand on his.
"Do you feel them coming?"
Kit Fisto turned to Aayla Secura. His opaque eyes that had once held so much pride in them now looked old and worn.
"Yes. There is nothing we can do now."
"We can fight." The Twi'lek girl sent a wave of reassurance through the Force. "The Force will guide us."
"No...Aayla, the Force has lied to us. It has betrayed us!"
"No Kit. It is our own fault. We were too close-minded, too confident in ourselves to see this coming. There is nothing left to do now but accept our consequences..."
"Aayla..." Kit's hearts burned with uncertainty as years of training struggled to withhold the emotion called love. He pushed it aside. What difference did it make? "There's something you need to know...I..."
Aayla, as if she knew what he was about to say, placed a finger on his lips.
"Me too, Kit. Me too."
A small flame in Kit's hearts roared as the two shared their first kiss. Of course neither of them were really sure how to do it, but they had seen enough on the holos to have a general idea. The biggest mistake the Jedi made was to forbid attachment, Kit thought. How could something that made one feel so strong ever turn towards the dark side? Their lips retreated hastily as the door to their quarters opened. In the hands of his love, standing against the impenetrable shadow of death that lay before him, Kit saw. He saw the beautiful sunset of Mon Calamari outside his window. He saw the massive krayt falcons as they soared majestically in the violet sky. He saw Aayla's eyes, and saw the undying love of his companion, and was reassured knowing that in death they would be together for an eternity. After one last kiss, they drew their lightsabers, emerald and azure. As the clonetroopers opened fire they moved to deflect the blaster bolts. The two moved in perfect unison, and for a while it seemed they were invincible, until overwhelming numbers proved victorious once again. Kit heard a laugh – and later realized it came from him. He allowed himself to laugh again. Here, at the end of things, he had everything he had ever wanted. On the ever-growing plane of the Force, two stars went out in a magnificent nebula, the final dance of the lovers. Jedi far, far away heard the laugh of Kit Fisto and Aayla Secura as they passed from one world to the other, hand in hand.