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They were doing some boring campaign on another backwater world in another almost abandoned city, when Bly decided there was enough paranoia for the day and ordered his group to set camp and get out of parade rest. Aayla agreed without much fuss, so they all set up their camps and went to a well earned rest. Except Aayla and him apparently.
For them, there was no rest for the wicked. They huddled into the biggest tent and started to plan out their future campaign, the locals adding their say, when they needed to. And then one of them had the audacity to say this to Aayla:
"You know... you shouldn't be as free with your speech as you are. Because, well you are a girl, and on top of that a Twi'lek too. Someone could hit you for that you know," the alien says and suddenly there is deadly silence all around the tent.
Bly moves closer to Aayla and turns fully to the alien, lifting his blaster at the beings chest and says with a barely restrained anger: "General, do I have the permission to shot?"
"No, Commander," Aayla firmly says to the silently awaiting crowd of clone troopers and one confused and slightly frigtened alien with his company and friends.
"At least not yet," she quickly adds soon after, eyeing the entourage of different beings like they were merely an annoyance for being in her current presence.
"If you change your mind I am here," Bly says quietly while moving behind her and still glaring at the insulting person before them. "Duly noted Commander," Aayla says with a small smile, chancing a quick glance to her Commander and then back, facing the insulting bunch head on and without fear.
They smartly for once don't say anything else, and the rest of the planning goes by without a hitch. When everyone exits the tent, his Jedi General turns to him and stares right into his soul.
"What is it?"
"Bly, are you alright?"
"I could ask the same of you, General. Are you okay?"
"I am. Thank you for asking, Bly. What about you, are you okay? You reacted in a really volatile way. Why?"
"Because that jerk was insulting you, General. Of course, I got angry! Why didn't you get more angry?"
"Well, Bly I am a Jedi. We don't really show our anger, especially when we can control it and direct it into something more productive. And I have already heard something similar said to me before. It has become more boring than insulting these days."
"You have heard something similar like this before? Who were they? Can I kill them?"
"Well most of them are dead. But even if they weren't revenge is not the Jedi way. That is what we learn."
"Wish you learned something more bloodthirsty, so I could go on a hunt."
Aayla laughs at that and gives Bly a wink, which makes him embarrassingly blush. "Sorry, Bly I will have to deprive you of revenge this time. But when something similar happens next time, we will see," she slyly intones, and Bly feels his blush becoming even more prominent under the Jedi's intense gaze that promises much more than what he asked for.
"Uh, yes of course, General. I trust you," Bly barely answers back, and a small smile appears on her face yet again. Bly feels honored like he got the best gift he could deserve.
"I trust you, too. May the Force be with all of us here and beyond," Aayla reverently declares and quickly puts a peck on his cheek. His face flames again, while she laughs in delight and runs away before Bly can say or do anything else.
Bly gently brushes his hand over the spot and decides he dallied enough for today. He goes in the direction of the barracks and tries to list all of the tasks he has to complete before the day ends.