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Chapter List
- 1-Fallen
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-the end...
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Night 3
Aala bustled from one table to the next, reciting drink orders in her mind and struggling to keep her tray balanced on her arm at a new, heightened pace. Her feet were starting to feel a little sore, and she had just let herself begin to daydream about slipping out back with Obi-Wan for a minute or two, when a group of males of varying species crowded in, including the... demonstrative... Hrakian, whose name she'd learned was Drex.
They'd been here every night and luckily she'd managed to strike up an easy, innocent game of 'hard-to-get' with Drex that had kept him placated and her untouched. Mentally, she prepared herself though; this was all still a bit new to her. Obi-Wan was the incurable flirt, not her.
Just then, Vo caught her gaze and in a flash she realized their usual table was taken, and they were starting to look quite put out about it. Wasting no time, she sidled up to the Hrakian, pressing her palm against his arm.
"Sit here," she cooed, gesturing to a different table and giving him a coy smile. "You'll be closer to the bar."
"If you insist," he grumbled with a suggestive smirk.
"That way I can keep an eye on you," she chided him. He moved to put his arm around her but she slipped away as Vo called for her. They took the table without further incident and she sighed inwardly. Disaster averted. The last thing they needed tonight was a fight.
Still unfamiliar with the intricacies of the culture, she had no idea why, but it was proving to be much busier than it had been the previous nights and she was glad she had decided to sleep that morning, as tempting as Obi-Wan was.
A smile curved her lips at the thought of him and Vo gave her a knowing look as he waited for her to tell him what drinks she needed.
"That brute finally charm you?" he asked, his tone sarcastic. Aala just shrugged, not able to keep a straight face.
Yes, he definitely knew something was up. Well, it was too late for her – she'd been giving the milk away for free for a long time and she had no complaints.
Forcing herself to resist the urge to go check on Obi-Wan for another time, she couldn't help the quiet sigh that escaped. She was scheduled to check in as soon as this shift ended and she wondered if they would pull her, considering recent developments and no word from her contact.
If they didn't, though, she would have to figure out a way to convince Obi-Wan he should leave. She did enjoy having him around – and if she squinted her eyes she could almost let herself pretend this was real – that re-filling drinks was her main priority and Obi-Wan was free to follow her home every night and make love to her. But it was fantasy. Certainly, the General could not spare more than three days dallying with an undercover waitress at a bar on Vorzyd V.
The reality was this was a job and it was her job and she was not his responsibility.
As the thought crossed her mind, a sudden flash of understanding struck her like a bolt of lightening and she realized why he hadn't wanted her to get involved in the war in the first place.
He felt responsible for the whole thing. He couldn't help it, and her joining the fight, it would eradicate the comfortable space between them. It would mean he was automatically responsible for her by default when they had always kept those parts of their lives separate in the past.
Had he guessed the way it would change their relationship?
Aala turned, finally looking at him in a brand new light. He was sitting in the very back corner and she could barely make out his features in the dimly lit room. He had a glass of what could easily be mistaken for a potent clear alcohol, but she had given him only water and he was watching the HoloNet on a small viewscreen mounted on the wall. Feeling her gaze on him, he looked up and a reassuring smile brightened his face, almost as if to tell her not to worry, that he knew it would be all right. Turning back, she had to collect herself; she wasn't sure Obi-Wan would ever fail to surprise her.
The night continued on, Aala wary of those rowdier customers, especially a certain table near the bar. She side-stepped as she had to pass it, like a dancer, shifting her hips as she passed Drex, staying just out of reach of his wandering, grabby hands, then smiled at him over her shoulder as he laughed raucously. And she couldn't help but glance at Obi-Wan, saving her most dazzling smile for him, and she was sure Vo noticed this, as well.
And then the atmosphere changed, though she pretended not to notice. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned to see her wayward informant, heading for a table on the other side of the room. His face was drawn in a staid expression, his dark eyes guarded and studious. He wasn't at all what she'd been expecting.
Besides the serious demeanor, he was tall, much taller than she had thought – he had more than half a foot on her and his hair was darker and a bit longer... the picture had been old... and the data just completely incorrect. Fantastic.
And he didn't look like a murderer though he had something of a dark edge, something in his eyes, and the tension in his shoulders, but he didn't look guilty or worried about being caught. Not that anyone out here cared what happened on Corellia.
Restive fingers plucked at her short skirt and she adopted what she hoped was a charming smile as she approached him. "Can I get you a glass of Corellian brandy?"
He looked up, studying her for a moment. His gaze swept over her, and he seemed completely unaffected by her attempts at being winsome. "What vintage?"
"Only the best for you, of course," she said, keeping up her facade. "Can I start you a tab?" She held out her hand for his credit chip and hopefully a data chip to go along with it but neither came; he sat completely still before her.
"I'll just have some water for now."
A quick glance around confirmed no one was near enough to overhear them and she cocked her head, regarding him. "That's not your line, sweetheart."
He leaned forward then, his deep brown eyes intense, his mouth set in a tight line. "Can I trust you?"
"If you can't trust a pretty girl in a short skirt offering you brandy, who can you trust?" She thought she saw his lips quirk and she took it as a good sign.
"Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Aala searched the depth of his eyes, her gaze caught in his. No malice, concern, worry, maybe even a little anger, nothing more. "Follow that hallway," she nodded her head to the side. "There's a storage room. No one but me ever goes in there after we open for the night. I'll wait a minute then meet you in there."
Going back to the bar, she set her tray down and told Vo she was taking five. As she headed for the back room where Obi-Wan had cornered her two nights earlier, she pushed everything else from her mind, determined to focus on the job. She found Jace half sitting on a large crate, staring at a data chip that was pressed between his thumb and finger.
From her place at the doorway, she took a second to study him. He was younger than her, probably in his late 20's and attractive, with a masculine square jaw and a straight nose – tall, dark and handsome.
"Here's the intel," he said quietly, holding it out for her as she walked up to him.
"Thank you," she took it, her hand steady even as it brushed against his fingers. "Why didn't you want to give it to me out there?"
"I – there's more," his tone was reserved and he seemed to be undecided still as to whether or not he could talk to her.
"All I want is for this war to be over," she said plainly. "And you already know what side I'm on. Plus, I'm risking my life meeting with a wanted man..."
He straightened his back and his shoulders tensed, his posture becoming much more defensive. "Wanted?"
So much for not provoking him. "You've been charged with assault and attempted murder on Corellia... Is this news to you?"
"Yes," he said, anger beginning to show more prominently in his eyes. And then he heaved a sigh. "It was just an argument over a game of sabaac that got out of hand. I slipped out the back when no one was looking. I didn't even hit anyone, this time." He looked down at his hands, upset. "Those CorSec boys covering for each other..."
"I see." She tried to sound sympathetic, but he said nothing else. "So what's on this chip?"
"Everything we talked about."
"Good." She said nothing more, instead waiting for him to decide to tell her whatever it was he had discovered.
Finally, he stood, his hand coming up to rest on one of the shelves next to him. "I was in a cantina on Tralus, right before I came here, actually, and I overheard a conversation. Something about a weapon."
Folding her arms across her chest, she took a step toward him. "What kind of weapon?" she asked, curious but unconcerned. Surely, it wasn't anything a good Jedi couldn't handle, although it was always nice to know ahead of time.
He shook his head, seeming to search for the right words.
"What?" she encouraged him. "Faster? Stronger shields? Invisible?"
"No," and he shook his head again. "You don't understand. Something we've never seen. A battle station – with a laser big enough to blow up a cruiser or maybe even something bigger."
Aala frowned, her brow furrowed. She didn't think he was lying, but the scale of what he was implying – it would be unprecedented. "They were talking about... plans?" she asked.
"No. They were talking as if it was already being built."
"But how? Where?"
He shrugged, his expression troubled. "It's a big galaxy."
"They wouldn't be able to hide something like that for very long."
"Maybe they don't think they'll have to." The sharpness in his words made her shiver. Losing the war wasn't something she ever let herself think about, but it was obviously something Jace had considered. "How did you overhear this?"
At this, he pulled a small device out of his ear and held it up between his fingers. "It can amplify sounds from 100 meters and focus on particular frequencies. Someone's voice, for instance, among other things."
She raised her eyebrows in silent question.
"I developed it at CommTech."
She knew that was his family's company, but she had read he hadn't had any involvement since his father and mother had passed away.
"I like to play around with this stuff sometimes. This is the only one."
She nodded and she watched as he slipped it back in his ear, completely unnoticeable. "What –"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door slide open and she knew it was Obi-Wan; in an instant she realized she had closed herself off to him again, blocking everything but her objective, and he had likely sensed Jace's flickering anger – something he would not be able to ignore.
And suddenly the room was thrown in to chaos too fast for Aala to comprehend what was happening. She felt Jace tug on her arm, and she heard the snap-hiss of Obi-Wan's lightsaber and then it all came to an abrupt stop and she found her back pressed to Jace's chest, his arm around her waist and the tip of his blaster digging into her side.
Aala struggled against the hold Jace had on her, but to no avail. His arm was as tight as a vice. She had completely let her guard down; Obi-Wan exchanged a quick, knowing glance with her.
Jumpy and unpredictable: check.
"Put down you weapon," Obi-Wan said, his voice low.
"Not a chance," Jace answered. His arm tightened around her waist and he began to sidestep, moving toward the door. It was obvious his instincts were telling him to flee – and apparently he had decided she was his express ticket. She gripped his forearm, trying to keep her balance as he moved, and his skin felt hot to the touch.
Obi-Wan countered Jace's steps automatically, moving in point with him. "Let her go."
"Not while you're pointing that thing at me."
Aala caught Obi-Wan's gaze again, and tried to communicate silently that she wasn't going to panic and he should not overreact. It would only serve to spook Jace more than he already was.
"Jace." Aala turned her head to look up at him – he looked very much like a threatened young man that had been betrayed one too many times. They were in the doorway now; and Aala hoped they could find some way to resolve this before anyone saw. "Let's just talk about this."
"And then what?" His dark eyes shifted to her for one second and then back to Obi-Wan, now accusing as he seemed to realize they were together. "Was this a set up?" he growled.
"No, Jace. It's just a misunderstanding," Aala kept her voice calm. "He came at the last minute. Just in case..."
But he wasn't listening to her, his eyes trained on Obi-Wan and his lightsaber as if Obi-Wan might decide to slice his head off at any moment. Distrust shone as clearly on his face as if it was written across his forehead and Aala knew if this was going to end in any sort of peaceful manner it would be up to her.
He started to back out of the doorway.
"Jace, please, wait. We have no issue with you." Aala looked to Obi-Wan almost beseechingly and after a moment he relaxed his stance and de-ignited his lightsaber.
Aala felt Jace almost instantly relax in return, his hold loosening, but he continued down the short hallway, almost to the back of the bar now.
"I'm going to walk out of here," Jace said, sounding a bit calmer, or less angry, at any rate, "with her, and if you let us leave quietly, I won't hurt her."
Obi-Wan continued down the hall after them, caution in each silent step. "How about the three of us leave, find someplace to talk, and no one gets hurt."
"There's nothing to talk about." Well, he had a point there, though she was sure Obi-Wan had some plan. He could talk a clone into abandoning his duty.
He'd talked her into confessing something she'd never told anyone, and she could be quite stubborn when she wanted.
"Last chance, Jedi." His voice was quiet. She could hear the low din of conversation, the clinking of glasses, laughter, all louder now, and she knew without looking that with one more step they'd be in the main room and this would get a lot more complicated.
"I can't let you leave alone with her." Obi-Wan answered and Aala didn't blame him. It was obvious Jace did not have a plan. That alone made him dangerous.
And so Jace took that final step, coming out right next to the back of the bar, and the room went silent in a matter of seconds. "If anyone moves," he said, "I'll shoot the girl."
Aala took in the room with one quick sweeping glance. Obi-Wan was standing across from them, between Jace and the door, she wasn't surprised to see Vo looking inscrutable, his arms crossed, though he had moved to the side, out from behind the bar, and the rest of the room was quiet, everyone in various states of alarm, but she'd made a few friends and one or two of them looked about ready to jump to her rescue. Damn. This could get really bad, really fast.
But Aala realized the blaster was no longer digging into her side. Pretending to shift uncomfortably in his embrace, she risked a glance down and noticed right away that the tip was hidden in the folds of her loose silk shirt. Were he to pull the trigger, the bolt would only skim across her stomach and ruin her shirt. And probably give me another scar. But no one else could see that.
Aala pulled her attention back to Jace as he began to speak again.
"Move out of the way," he said to Obi-Wan.
"I can't do that."
They were at a stalemate and it was only then the answer occurred to her. She gave Obi-Wan her best 'trust me' look, hoping he would pick up on it and then turned her head toward her would-be captor, away from the rest of the room. "There's a back door," she whispered, trying not to move her lips any more than she had to.
Without taking his eyes off Obi-Wan, he slighted his head toward her. "What?" he whispered back, his warm breath ghosting across her cheek.
"Shoot him." she said, even quieter. At that, he looked at her, confusion in his dark eyes. "Shoot him," she repeated herself.
Time seemed to stand still for one long moment. Then Jace aimed his blaster, taking one perfect shot at Obi-Wan. He released her in the same moment and pushed her forward. She fell to the floor and stayed there, throwing her arms over her head and taking cover as best she could.
Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber and deflected the single bolt with practiced ease, aiming it high.
Jace turned to dart though the bar and make for the back door as the stray bolt slammed into a shelf of alcohol above the counter. Bottles shattered, raining shards of crystal glass and a cascade of clear and amber liquid down onto Jace and the floor below. He was doused as he ran straight through the waterfall of liquor.
And even despite that, he would've made his escape in all the chaos if not for the Jedi Master in the room. Using the Force, Obi-Wan brought one entire solid shelf down, and let it crash into the back of Jace's skull.

After a quick job of clearing out the bar, Aala had managed to find a service droid and she was watching it clean up the disastrous mess they'd made when Vo came up beside her.
"You're not who you said you were," he said with a wry tone.
"Are any of us?" she answered, turning to smile at him.
"True enough," he chuckled. "This means I don't have to pay you, right?" he asked, dry humor and a bit of amusement coloring his voice.
Aala's answering laughter was soft. "No, you don't have to pay me. Especially not after this," she gestured to the broken bottles, fallen shelves and pools of spilled liquor all over the floor.
"Wouldn't be the first time," he shrugged. "And I can't convince you to stay?" he added after a moment.
Aala grinned. "If I didn't care so much about winning this war, absolutely."
Vo's expression turned serious. "War will leave you with nothing. Whether you win or not."
"I know." Her gaze fell on Jace, sitting at a table across the room. He had only been knocked out for a second, but it had been long enough for Obi-Wan to slap a set of cuffs on him, and he still seemed a bit dizzy. His shoulders were slumped, and his head was in his hands, his bound wrists in front of him.
Obi-Wan came out from the back where he had been reporting to the Council, and cleared his throat as he came up to stand beside her.
"What are you going to do with him?" she asked, nodding her head toward Jace.
"I'm not sure," he said, hand going to his stubbled chin.
She smiled as he grimaced and dropped his hand, and she knew he was missing his beard. "You said Corellia's business was it's own."
"He threatened you," Obi-Wan said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "He attempted to kidnap a Republic agent."
"I won't press charges," she argued, her chin tilting up. "He wouldn't have done anything."
"He shot at me. No thanks to you." Obi-Wan did an admirable job of trying to look hurt, but Aala wasn't fooled.
Laughing, she gave him a wide grin. "You're a Jedi, and a General in the middle of galactic war. If you're not getting shot at, you're not doing your job."
Eyes shining with genuine humor, his hand went to his chin again as he thought it over. "I suppose he's free to go, then," he said, holding out the key to his bindings. "Would you like to do the honors?"
She smirked at him taking the key from his hand. "I suppose I should give him a fair warning?"
"He's unlikely to come across another General as forgiving as me. Or a Republic agent as understanding as you."
She nodded once – he was teasing, but they were all lucky no one had been hurt.
As she approached his table, Jace glanced up at her looking a little bleary eyed and worse for wear, smelling distinctly of alcohol. She held up the key to show him she meant well, then unlocked his bindings and sat down next to him. "How's your head?"
He rubbed at his wrists as the cuffs clattered to the table, though she knew they hadn't been tight.
"Fine."
Keeping quiet, she waited, giving him a chance to explain himself if he wanted. His eyes were downcast even as he finally started to speak, his voice gruff. "I don't trust the Jedi. Actually, I don't trust much of anyone."
"I gathered as much."
"When he came in – I didn't stop to think, I just jumped into action."
Aala folded her hands on the table in front of her, leaning toward him. "That could've ended very badly."
Jace nodded, glancing sideways at her. "You know... for a minute, I thought you wanted me to get away."
"I wanted to not be between the two of you anymore. The rest was up to you."
Jace rapped his knuckles against the table. "Ah, I see."
"He's one of the best, Jace, don't feel too bad about it."
Jace looked over his shoulder, across the room to where Obi-Wan stood, now in conversation with Vo. "Must be nice to have a Jedi wrapped around your little finger."
"He's not..."Aala frowned, and then sighed as she met Jace's skeptical look. She thought about what Obi-Wan had said the night before about not wasting any energy on hiding anything. "It's nice to be on the same side, yes."
Jace gave a quiet snort of laughter, his eyes back on the table before him.
She could feel his cynicism, though if it was for the Jedi or relationships, or both, she wasn't sure. "I'm glad you're on our side, as well," she added softly. Her words were careful and she gauged his reaction. "You're a good informant," she said, and she meant it. "I hope this doesn't affect our relationship."
He finally looked up to meet her gaze and held it, his expression pensive, but she couldn't quite discern what he was thinking.
"That weapon," he said, a dark shadow crossing his face, "what they're talking about – it's evil. It's being built to kill thousands of people all at once."
A shiver passed through her again at his words, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
"I guess I've been on edge; more so than usual."
"It's all right," Aala said, sighing. "No harm done. I appreciate you telling me. Maybe we can find a way to figure out what's going on.
"What will you do now?" she asked after a moment.
He seemed to think it over, before giving her a tired smile. "I think I'll go home first, clear my name. I have a few friends in high places, and I'm sure there's holo-recordings just waiting to be uncovered." A glint of mischief lit his eyes.
"And I think I'll start the process of taking back control of my family's company. I have a lot of resources there..."
"Good." Aala nodded, giving him a warm smile, which he returned, in part. "Let me give you my code. Just in case... so you can contact me."
"I'll keep you in mind," he agreed after copying it down.
He stood up then, still looking a bit lost, and she smiled up at him from her seat at the table. "I still recommend the back way." He offered his thanks and then he was gone.
Aala sat alone for a minute until Obi-Wan came up behind her. "Ready to go?"
"I should make sure everything gets cleaned up..." she said, looking past him.
Obi-Wan grasped her hand in his own. "Vo told me in no uncertain terms, I was to take you home and... well, make the best possible use of our time."
Aala's eyebrows lifted as she stared at him. "Oh?" And she laughed as he tugged, in jest, at her arm.
Standing up, she nodded to Vo and he raised one hand in goodbye. "Best of luck, little one."
She though she might blush at the hint of affection in his tone. "You too, Vo. Thank you."
Resting his hand on the small of her back, Obi-Wan guided her out the door and they strolled down the corridor toward her hotel. "That went well," she said, giving him a sideways glance.
"A little messy," Obi-Wan agreed, "but the outcome was favorable."
"Maybe we should have had a plan..." Aala frowned. "If you hadn't of come barging in..."
"I'll have you know, I did not draw my weapon first," he interrupted her.
"Mm-hm."
Obi-Wan looked at her. "Do you realize how long you were in that room? An awful long time – and telling him to shoot at me while my lightsaber wasn't even activated..." he cast her a stern look, but she knew he was teasing, so she didn't say anything.
"...your methods are risky, but –"
"But?" she prompted him, her grin widening.
He smiled back. "But you have great instincts."
"Why, thank you, General Kenobi."
As they passed through a thick crowd of people, Obi-Wan fell behind her so they could squeeze through, his hands moving to her hips. He came to walk beside her again, though he left his arm around her, his hand resting gently at her waist.
They continued on in silence for a few moments and again it struck her how the normalcy of it felt so odd to her. "Where are you headed after this?" she asked him.
"Back to base, for now," he replied. "And you?"
"I'm going to Coruscant. I don't like being away for too long... I never planned on going on missions like this."
Obi-Wan looked at her with a question in his eyes as they entered the lift.
"I feel like it's taking me away from the heart of the matter, like it's all a big distraction for me, you know? But everything I've accomplished – it's certainly helped my security clearance," she shrugged. "Not that I need it..." she added, grinning at him.
He shook his head at her as he entered the code to her room and ushered her inside. The moment the door slid closed, she shucked off her shirt and skirt. She felt so uncomfortable in the revealing clothes, it was odd, but she felt less exposed in her underclothes, at least with Obi-Wan.
Laying down, she held her arms out to him, a smile breaking across her face. He complied without further prompting, falling in to bed next to her, and she cuddled up to his side.
"I just hate being all the way out here," she continued.
"Does that have anything to do with all the space travel," he asked with a chuckle as he settled her in the crook of his arm.
"Partly. Although... if I had a personal bed warmer on every trip, I suppose it would be all right."
"Is that what you think of me?"
"It is one of your best assets."
"Body heat? Body heat is one of my best assets?"
"Mmm," she murmured, running her hand under his tunic to caress his chest and stretching her body out along the length of his. "Yep."
"How charming," he said dryly.
Aala couldn't help but giggle, nestling deeper into his warm embrace. Though these days it was always in the back of her mind that this time could very well be the last, they had tonight, and that was what mattered. Being able to pretend to have a normal life for three nights just had to be good enough for now.
As his hand caressed her skin in intimate circles and his fingertips began to find their way under her remaining clothes she felt that familiar flutter his touch had always evoked as her pulse quickened. Soon enough, a few distinct ideas of exactly how they could make the best use of their time sprung unbidden into her mind and she could tell by his appreciative grumble that he knew exactly what she was thinking.

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