Chapter 8: Revelations
Kix opened his eyes slowly, blinking as he attempted to focus. He wasn't on Felucia... No Aayla Secura, no Bly, no...
Kix turned his head to the right, his heart jumping into his mouth at the sight of Aayla Secura standing next to his bed. "Where? What? When? How?" Kix stammered as the Twi'lek smiled, though the expression of relief and happiness quickly faded.
"You were wounded in battle, Kix. I tried to get to you before..." Aayla covered her face for a few moments, attempting to compose herself. "He had a grip on your arm... I was too late, Kix. I'm... sorry." The Twi'lek finished, looking down at him sadly.
Kix tried to wrap his head around it. He had been wounded, which must mean that he was in a medical bay, and the wound involved his arm... Kix jerked his head to look over at his right arm. There was nothing. His arm was gone. The breath rushed from the 501st medic's lungs as he stared at the place his arm had been a short while ago. Thoughts rushed through his mind. What happens now? Reconditioning? Discharge? He looked up at the female Jedi who returned his look with one of regret and sadness.
"What's going to happen to me?" Kix asked slowly, almost afraid to voice his question.
"I'm not sure, Kix." Aayla answered. "But I'll make sure it all works out." She promised, turning to l eave until Kix's voice stopped her.
"I knew it's not really my business." Kix swallowed, embarrassed, but aching to ask his question. The female Jedi Master cocked her head at him, a small smile touching her lips. "You want to know if Bly and I are together." She stated, causing the clone to nod sheepishly.
Aayla Secura looked away from him for a moment before answering. "Yes, we had been." Her smile faded. "What had first been a love of brotherhood soon became a real love, a love that didn't last." She looked at him silently for a moment. "Bly loves me. Too much. He broke off the relationship when you discovered us, afraid of the consequences I may have to face. Since then, he has treated me as a sister, but not as a lover."
Relief, quickly shadowed by shame, flowed through Kix as he formed a small smile on his lipf. He wished he was wearing his helmet when he blushed, causing Aayla to smile.
"Get well quickly, Kix. And we may be able to talk again." She disappeared as the clone medic lay back, the loss of his arm less severe with the revelation that he still had a chance.
Kix, as a special exception, had his arm replaced with a cybernetic, rejoining the 501st happier and more content than he had been since Rex's death. His love for Aayla Secura had blossomed, and the two saw each other secretly for several months, the thoughts of the Twi'lek Jedi filling Kix's mind wherever he went.
Kix hoped that he and Aayla could one day settle down together after the war, but a new age was dawning... The horizon was clouded with great sorrow in his future. The air smelled of death, and carried the screams of the dying.
Kix had nightmares of blood and betrayal, more frequent as that fateful day drew closer. Nightmares of the dead and dying, although he never knew who was killing and who was lying dead at his feet. He could make out the cries of children, and thrumming of lightsabers and whining of blaster fire...but it was all unclear... Yes, a new age was dawning... One of evil, sorrow and death. The dawn of the Empire.
(A/N: Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews. I know, cheesy way to end the Bly/Aayla relationship, but I wanted Kix to get her at some point. There's going to be an epilogue, then this story will be completed! Thanks for the reviews!)
