Author's Note: Ah, Kit Fisto; the wonderful Jedi who is both hideously ugly and charmingly cute. Yeah, the green one with tentacles and that great grin. He intrigued me from the moment I saw him in Episode II, but I was never able to find out more about him until recently. Now, I must confess, he is just about my favorite Jedi. So, in my usual manner of writing about my frequently changing obsessions, I have decided to entertain you with this fic.
Kit is supposed to be about four or five here. About twelve years younger than Qui-Gon Jinn and Mace Windu.
I have revamped this story. That is, I have not only added a chapter, but I put the chapters in order and edited them really well (I hope.)
Oh. By-the-by, I am not nor will I ever be George Lucas, or, for that matter, any of those other random authors that publish Star Wars crud.
Kit Fisto was done with his morning class early. He stared out the window, sadly surveying the vast city. Far below he saw the buildings disappear into the dirty fog. Myriads of speeders whizzed by at different levels. Suddenly the youngling sensed a presence behind him. He turned to face Master Yoda, bowing as he had been taught. Several of his long tentacles fell forward over his shoulder and he impatiently brushed them back.
"Find you here, I knew I would." Yoda hobbled in and joined Kit at the window. "With the other younglings, you are certainly not. Why is this?"
Kit struggled to form the words he desired in Basic. "I do not know them," he said simply.
"Ah! But know them you will not, unless you try." Kit was eye level with the diminutive Jedi and looked at him steadily as he continued. "The Clan of the Bear needs you. As a member, you have responsibility." Yoda nodded deeply.
Kit turned away, unable to articulate his loneliness.
"Know, I do, how much you miss your home." He placed a three-clawed hand on the youngster's shoulder, gently turning him around again. "Works for us, the Force does. You must learn to trust it." When Kit said nothing, the Master hobbled back out of the chamber.
Kit sighed. He wanted to trust the Force, and trust the Jedi, but how could he when he was so awkward on land and unable to communicate naturally? He flopped onto his bunk and lay there until his roommates rushed into the room noisily an hour later.
"Mace is sooo cool!" Pablo-Jill said loudly.
"Yeah! His purple saber rocks!" added Noomala.
"That duel with Qui-Gon was good stuff," Mink Traal said in a subdued voice. Kit knew that the two Padawan being discussed were constant rivals, striving constantly to outdo one another. "I couldn't tell who was better." Mink continued.
"Mace," said Noomala at the same moment Pablo-Jill said, "Qui-Gon."
Kit rolled over and gave the three his best smile, trying to add himself to the conversation. For the most part they other boys ignored him, continuing to argue and discuss the older students. Finally Pablo-Jill turned to Kit.
"Next time they fight, you should see 'em. They are great. I heard Master Piell comment on their speed and form." He nodded knowingly. "They'll be great Masters."
"Hey, I'm hungry. Let's go eat," Noomala suggested.
The three dashed out the door, leaving Kit to awkwardly stumble across the floor. I shouldn't be here! I need to be in the water, then I'd show 'em! He thought.
He finally made it to the mess, only to find that his roommates had already begun eating. By the time he joined them with his meal, they were nearly finished. Kit ate in silence, listening to the constant chatter of the three and the other diners.
"Master Yoda says he is strong in the Force…" one Jedi Master said, his voice lost among the rest.
"And then, Mace parried and threw him backwards…" Noomala rambled.
"The Bear Clan has ever been the best source of good Jedi…" Kit caught from the other end of the room.
"…the sunsets of Mon Calamari." He heard a young female say.
"He eats well, just doesn't grow much," some aged master mumbled.
Kit tried to find a conversation that interested him, one that he could concentrate on. Finally he caught Master Yoda's raspy voice.
"Troubled he is. I know not what to do." Kit instantly realized that the Jedi wasn't even in the mess, but in the Council chamber three floors up.
"He is strong in the Force," Oppo Rancisis stated simply. "We are agreed on that point."
"Should he be taken from the Clan and assigned to a Master?" Ki-Adi-Mundi asked. Kit could barely recognize his voice, remembering him only by his odd head and humorous ponytail.
"He is ready," Yoda said. Kit was unsure of who was being discussed, but he continued to listen as he nibbled his food.
"Who then shall be his master?" Mundi asked. Kit could imagine his ponytail bobbing wildly. There was silence for some time after this question. Finally Yoda broke in.
"Trained by one of the Council, this one should be. Six of us, there are who have an apprentice already." Kit put down his fork and listened more intently. If he could hear which member of the Council was named, he could find out which youngling was chosen for intensive training.
After a pause Kit heard Mundi clear his throat. "I will take him. I feel I should. Though, I have never taken a Padawan learner before."
"So it is," Yoda said. "Your apprentice young Kit Fisto will be." Kit nearly fell out of his chair, making the others look at him in surprise.
"What is it Kit? Loose your balance?" Mink laughed. Kit simply nodded and righted himself. He excused himself from the table and hurried as well as he could to his quarters. As he sat upon his bed thinking of what he overheard, a voice broke his reverie.
"Know I that you heard the decision of the Council." Kit whirled in surprise, but his room was empty. "Ready yourself for the arrival of your Master." Kit's mind cleared as the door hissed open. Master Ki-Adi-Mundi stepped in, ducking his tall head.
"Hello, youngling," He said somewhat awkwardly. "Come with me before the Council." Kit bowed respectfully and followed Mundi out of the doorway and across the hall to the lift. Up they went, to the Council level. Kit stepped off behind his new Master. Together they stood amid the ring of the Council.
"A Master and an Apprentice, the Council recognizes now," Yoda said. "Go now, as a pair." Mundi bowed and turned on his heel. Kit stumbled after him, quite bewildered at the changes going on around him.
Author's Note: Please inform me of any errors either in spelling/grammar or canon. I want to stay as close as possible to the true histories. I have not read many of the books, so I am basing this on what I know from the movies. I have found very limited material on Kit Fisto, so I added Mundi as his Master. I am not sure how well it will work out. Please help me out if you find errors!