Star Wars The Clone Wars: A Galaxy Of War

Chapter 12: Daily Routine

Lance groans as his alarm goes off. He doesn't want to wake up. He just want to sleep and do nothing. But as a Jedi, he has responsibilities. He sighs as he slaps the snooze button.
     "Another day in the life of a general." He sighs. He gets up and sits on the edge of his bed. After a few seconds of sitting still, he gets off the bed. He walks to his bathroom and looks at the mirror. He isn't wearing any shirt, and is currently wearing black pants. He quickly tosses his hair in back of his head. He doesn't need comb or anything, mainly because he uses force hacks. He just straightens his hair with the force. "Well. Better get my training in." He says. The young Jedi then walks out of his bathroom and back to his room. Lance makes his way to his nightstand and grabs his yellow lightsaber and clips it to his belt. Now ready to start his training, Lance exits his room and walks down the corridor. Most of the clones are asleep, mainly because it's considered night for them, even though it's night all the time in space. The Jedi Knight walks to one of the private training room and closes the door. Lance doesn't lock the door, since nobody should be awake at this time. The yellow eye teen turns on his weapon, which makes its traditional humming noises. He does simple slice techniques at first, wanting to start his training with an easy and simple sword practice. After several minutes of quick sword techniques, he then does more complex moves, which would be proven difficult to a youngling and maybe a little challenging to a Padawan. With every swing of his sword he feels more at peace and connected with the force, for he is not training for the purposes of combat but for defense. He knows the drive should never be used for an attack, but to protect him and his clones, and Jelia. 'What am I thinking of her?' He asks himself mentally, swinging his sword from side to side.
     'Jelia is a friend. She is nothing more and nothing less.' Lance thinks as he brings his foot back and blocks an invisible strike. 'But what if she can be more than just a friend?' A part of his brain thinks. Lance shakes his head as he thrust his sword forward for a stab to an intangible opponent. 'No. She wouldn't want that. I'm a Jedi and I have to fight this emotion.' Lance thinks while deflecting blast from a unseeable target.
     'But you know this code is wrong. It prevents you from being truly happy with yourself.' His brain counters. Lance swings his sword vertically, and is followed by a spin and a horizontal strike. 'As true as that may be. I can't. I must not allow my feelings to overpower me.' Lance thinks, fighting his emotions and thoughts. Lance has never had this strong emotion towards anyone. Not towards Sierra, Serena, or Alexa, who he has lived and trained alongside for a long time. Lance brings his blade upward, and swings horizontally from right to left. 'Jelia probably has a relationship with someone else.' Lance thinks, still arising against himself.
     'With who? Her entire planet is frozen. Whoever she had a commitment with is most likely dead.' His brain pulls out a quick and simple fact.

Before Lance can continue his internal argument, he hears the door open. Lance turns off his weapon and looks at the door to see Jelia, who's face is brighter than Dooku's lightsaber. She just stands there, frozen at the sight in front of her.
     'Her being hotter than a Twi'lek dancer isn't helping my cause.' Lance thinks, blinking several times. Jelia is wearing a red sport bra and a pair of white pants ((Picture above)). The two stay quiet and stare at one another for quite some time.
"I-I didn't t-think someone w-would be training a-at this time." Jelia stutters, looking at Lance's physical state. Jelia is full of embarrassment that she caught Lance in his current attire and that she is still staring at him. "I-I think I'll be leaving n-now." Jelia says as she backs away slowly.
     "Jelia, there's enough room for the both of us to train. There's no need for you to leave." Lance says, keeping his voice in his usual calm and kind tone. The way Lance stays so calm surprises Jelia. She's having a hard time keeping this under control. 'how can Lance stay so calm!' She mentally yells at herself. Jelia looks at Lance's eyes. "I don't have a lightsaber." Jelia says, calmer than she was a few seconds ago. Lance clips his lightsaber on his belt.
"Don't worry. I needed some hand to hand combat training anyways." The Jedi answers. Jelia nods as she enters the room. "Just don't go easy on me because I'm a girl." Jelia says as she stands several feet in front of Lance, her arms placed in front of her in a fighting pose, her legs are at shoulder width apart, her knees bent a little to allow quickly movement, and her hand are now curled to a fist. Lance gets a similar position, ready to spar with the Alf.

Jelia throws a punch to Lance's stomach using her right arm. Once sees the attack and blocks it with his arm and retaliates with a punch to her head. Jelia raises her left hand and blocks the incoming attack, and retrieves her left arm back to her. The two continue the fighting for a lot while, each one using everything they know about fighting on each other, but they both cancel each other out. No matter how clever the attack may seem, or how hidden it may look, the other one already knows where it's going to land. A perfect balance. Lance slowly looses focus as he watches Jelia make her swift moves. The Jedi slowly starts to go more on the defensive rather than striking back. The way Jelia moves, the way she looks, her current outfit, just approved Lance's thought about her and a Twi'lek dancer.

The two fighters eventually stop fighting, for they are exhausted. "Nice work." Lance complements Jelia's fighting style. "Thanks. You weren't so and yourself." She replies. Lance looks at her in a strange way.
      "Are you saying that I'm a bad fighter?" He questions. Jelia shakes her head. "I thought Jedis were bad fighters. All I ever hear about them is using their swords and the force. I thought they would stink in hand to hand combat. That's one of the reasons I never liked them. Well....until I met you." Jelia says, rubbing her worthy arm with her left hand. Lance nods. There's a lot he doesn't know about Jelia. She seems so....complex. From knowing how to use a bow to being a great hand to and combat, to her being able to change hair and eye color.

"Well. I gotta go check on Ethan. I'll see you around, will I?
       "Of course you will." Lance answers the question. Jelia smiles as she walks out the room. At first looks she just seems happy, but inside she's squealing like a little girl.
'I just saw Lance without a shirt! I just saw Lance without a shirt!' She thinks to herself. 'You know he's a Jedi and he can't love you right?' Her brain thinks. Jelia sighs at hearing this. 'I know....I know.' She sadly thinks.