"Blast!"

Plo Koon looked up at the sudden outburst from the Clawdite (still in Anakin form) before watching him punch the table. The woman glared. "What's your problem, now?"

Still steaming in anger, he slowly shifted back to his original shape. "That little pesky Twilek chick! She dystoried the probe droid! My money, all wasted! When I get my hands on her, I'm gonna pull those headtails off!"

The woman stood as she tied back her hair and pulled up her hood. "Wait here, I'll take care of your little friend."

"No, I'm going to take of it, I want that revenge!" He snapped.

The woman rolled her eyes. "Fine. Go then, I'll watch our guests." She let her hood fall off her head and pool on her back as she glared icy daggers at the Clawdite. He was going to Anakin, and he put his hand into the boy's palm, shifting to an exact copy of him. But before he could remove his fingers, Anakin balled his hand into a fist, squeezing the fingers in the process! The Clawdite howled in rage as he kicked Anakin in the ribs. The blow made him sputter curses as he let go.

"Little brat." The Clawdite growled as he clenched and unclenched his fist to make sure his fingers weren't broken. Then he unclipped Anakin's lightsaber from his belt, the real one didn't even breath when he heard this. He then walked out, leaving both Jedi with the woman.

As Kit and Aayla were walking towards the wearhouse, they saw the door open, and Anakin step outside. The former acted immediantly, and pulled his fellow Jedi down and out of sight behind a wall. When he peered around, he was gone. But where could he have gone so fast that-?

"GOTCHA!"

Kit spun around as he heard Aayla scream, there he saw Anakin had tackled her! His hands gripping onto her lekku as he tugged relentlessly. He acted immediantly, gripping his hands in a certain pressure point that made him let go before he threw him to the wall. No one should ever touch Aayla like that with him around! Or ever! Not even her species! That's just crual.

Everything happened so fast, the tide had turned too rapidly for Kit to follow. Anger and a thirst for revenge radiated off of him. As well as pure greed. The feelings of the attacker was like drowning, which he only felt once when his gills were covered to prevent him from breathing. But he pushed the other's feelings out of his mind and started to act on one thing, defence.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"That one-" He pointed at the incapacitated Aayla. "-broke my droid!"

Alright so he was willing to explain. But this moment of words was ended as soon as it started. The impersanator jumped on him, tackling Kit over as he pulled out a lightsaber! Anakin's lightsaber! Though untrained and clumsy as he moved it, he managed to get him, straight into his chest! Now that should have killed him, right? Wrong. This man never learned where to aim, and missed anything important. So to make it convincing, Kit played it up a little and let his head fall back and slow his breathing to completely unnoticable. It fooled him. The impersonator stood up and deactived Anakin's lightsaber.

Just then, a cry. The person had no time to react before Obi-Wan had jumped out of nowhere and tackled him over! His lightsaber pressed up to his neck.

"I know you aren't my apprentice." He said lowly, almost threateningly. "Who are you?"

The impersonator shifted, becoming a Clawdite. He glared back. But Obi-Wan was fast as he knocked the creature out and walked towards Kit, reaching to check his pulse. He blinked then focused his gaze onto him. "I'm alive. It's Aayla you might want to be conserned about."

He nodded and went over to the Twi-lek, it was sort of a relieve to know that she was alive. But how bad did the tug to her lekku mess her mind up? Kit was still worried. Slowly he stood, pain welling up in his chest. He grasped the wound a moment as he tried to steady himself.

"You're hurt." Obi-Wan pointed out.

"I'm well aware of it." Kit responded.

"You should go back."

"But I won't."

"But what if-?"

"I will be alright. We only need to get your padawan, and Masters Plo Koon and Shaak Ti." Was it normal to hurt so much when breathing?

"Right." He nodded. "But what about Aayla?"

Kit glanced down at her, feeling his heart grow heavy before he pushed the sensation away. "I will contact the Temple, and tell them to be ready with healers."

The other nodded slowly and then helped moving Aayla to a safe spot. They moved her to a small corner behind a wall where it appeared no one had gone to in a long time. It would be just perfect since they would also know she was there. Now they continued on, Obi-Wan having clipped Anakin's lightsaber to his belt to avoid it getting lost.

And so I give you another chapter. Looks like impatience got the better of our little Clawdite friend here. And seems like Obi-Wan will be in greater risk now.