Star Wars: Eyes of God Chapter 3 - Ahsoka

Kyle froze, staring down at the person who'd just shoved him into the wall. His voice was low, caught between shock and disbelief. "Ahsoka?!"

Her blue eyes were locked on him, her face unreadable for a moment. Then, without warning, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. The air left his lungs as she pressed herself against him, holding him like she hadn't seen him in years.

"Kyle!" she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "I'm so sorry! This is all my fault! I didn't mean for this to happen—I didn't think they'd actually kick you out of the temple. I'll fix this. I'll talk to my master, to Obi-Wan—there has to be a way to make this right!"

Kyle stood there, stiff as a board, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Her grip on him was so tight he could feel her shaking slightly. He slowly raised his hands, awkwardly patting her on the back. "Uh... it's okay?"

Ahsoka pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes filled with guilt and determination. "No, it's not. You didn't deserve this. If I had just ended things when they told us to, this wouldn't have happened."

Kyle blinked at her, his mind racing. The memories of this universe's Kyle surged forward, feelings and moments he hadn't actually lived overwhelming him. Ahsoka. She wasn't just apologizing; she genuinely thought she'd ruined his life. Her emotions were raw and honest, and it made his throat tighten. Back in his own world when he watched the show he'd always thought Ahsoka Tano was attractive—he wasn't blind—but love her? No, that wasn't him. That was this Kyle. And those feelings hit him like a freight speeder, stirring guilt he hadn't expected. The green Twi'lek from earlier flashed in his mind, and it made him feel like an idiot. He pushed the thought away, focusing on the moment. Before he could respond, Ahsoka surprised him again. She reached up, grabbed his tunic, and pulled him down into a kiss.

Her lips pressed against his. Kyle froze, his brain short-circuiting. She didn't stop, though. Her tongue brushed against his lips, and instinctively, he parted them, letting her deepen the kiss. Her taste was faintly sweet, with a warmth that spread through him as she leaned into him. He felt her lekku brush against his chest as her hands gripped his tunic tightly, holding him like she was afraid he might disappear.

Kyle finally moved, his hands resting on her waist, steadying her as the kiss lingered. When she pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily. Ahsoka's face was flushed, her eyes searching his like she was looking for some kind of reassurance. Kyle opened his mouth, but no words came out. His mind was blank. He couldn't even think about what had just happened—what was still happening.

Her expression dropped slightly. "Are you mad at me?" she asked, her voice quiet, almost timid.

Kyle blinked, snapping out of his daze. "What? No, no, of course not," he said quickly, shaking his head. "Why would I be mad at you?"

Ahsoka looked down, her hands loosening their grip on his tunic. "Because I ruined everything," she said. "If it weren't for me, you'd still be a Jedi."

Kyle sighed, his hands moving to her shoulders as he leaned back against the wall. "Ahsoka, listen to me. This isn't your fault. It's mine. I didn't exactly play by the rules, you know? I didn't want to end things either, plus I doubt I would've made a good Jedi."

"That's not true," she said firmly, her voice rising slightly. "You're an amazing Jedi, Kyle. The council... they're the problem. They're too strict. Even my master thinks so."

Kyle smiled faintly and reached up, ruffling her head lightly. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and a small sigh escaped her lips. "Don't worry, little 'Soka. I'll be fine. Honestly, this might be for the best. At least now I won't have to sit through hours of lectures or meditation. I can actually live a little."

Ahsoka opened her eyes, frowning slightly. "Living a little better not get you in trouble down here."

Kyle laughed softly. "No promises."

They walked for a while after that, the tension between them easing. Kyle draped an arm over her shoulders, and she leaned into him, her hand gripping his as they moved through the undercity. They eventually found a small, dimly lit corner of a cantina, the noise of the main area muffled by the thick walls. Kyle sat down on one of the low seats, and before he could say anything, Ahsoka sat down on his lap, her arms around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Comfortable?" Kyle asked, smirking.

"Very," Ahsoka replied without hesitation, adjusting slightly as her lekku draped over his arm.

Kyle leaned back, his hand resting lightly on her waist. "So, what's next for you? Back to the war?"

Ahsoka sighed. "Yeah. My master and I are being sent to protect some frontier shipyard. There's a lot of talk about a new Separatist superweapon, and people are scared."

Kyle stiffened slightly at her words. "Superweapon?" he asked, his voice careful.

She nodded, her fingers idly playing with the hem of his tunic. "Just rumors for now, but they're saying it's something big. My master doesn't think it's anything to worry about, but the council is being cautious."

Kyle swallowed hard, his mind flashing to the Malevolence—the massive warship capable of disabling entire fleets with its ion cannon. He remembered it vividly from the show. "Yeah... sounds serious," he said, trying to sound casual.

Ahsoka looked up at him, her brows furrowing. "Are you okay? You look... tense."

Kyle forced a grin. "Me? I'm fine. Just sounds pretty spooky."

She stared at him for a moment longer before shrugging and resting her head back on his shoulder. "It's nothing we can't handle. At least, I hope it's nothing."

Kyle didn't respond, his thoughts racing. If the Malevolence was in play, then that meant this was the beginning of the series, which was good, at least in the sense that he could change quite a few things and maybe get involved and grab some stuff. For example the blue prints to the Malevolence. The Mega-Ion cannon that the ship uses would be a good addition when he gets a capital ship of his own. Though that was likely in the far future, but he could still steal the plans for now.

Ahsoka's grip around Kyle tightened as she hugged him, her head tucked against his shoulder. "I've missed you so much," she murmured, her voice soft and steady, but there was a slight tremor in it that gave her away. "When we first got together I—I was scared they'd throw you out, but I didn't think it would actually happen."

Kyle sighed, his arms loosely wrapped around her. He could feel how genuine her emotions were, her fear, her guilt, her frustration. It was overwhelming. "Hey, I'm fine," he said, his voice calmer than he felt. "It's not the end of the galaxy, Ahsoka."

"It feels like it," she muttered, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. "What if... what if we don't see each other anymore? You're out of the Order now, and I'm still in the middle of a war. What if this is the last time?"

Kyle hesitated, her words hitting a nerve he hadn't been ready for. She looked genuinely scared, and it made something in him tighten uncomfortably. For a second, he thought about brushing it off, making some joke to lighten the mood. But the look in her eyes stopped him.

He sighed and placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. "We'll stay in touch," he said firmly. "I'll see you whenever I can. I mean it, Ahsoka. I'm not going anywhere."

He felt a pang of guilt as the words left his mouth. They weren't a lie—not really—but the emotions behind them didn't feel entirely like his own. The other Kyle's feelings were strong, almost overwhelming, and they made it hard to separate what he felt from what this universe's Kyle had left behind. He silently cursed the guy for making him so attached to someone who felt like a stranger and yet didn't. Ahsoka leaned back slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You better mean that," she said, her tone softer but still carrying her usual fire. "Because I'm not letting you just disappear on me."

Kyle chuckled. "Guess I don't have much of a choice, huh?"

Her smile widened, and she reached into the small satchel slung over her shoulder. "Nope," she said popping the 'p' with her lips, "Also I brought you something. Figured you'd need it."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What is it?"

She pulled out a familiar hilt and held it up. Kyle's eyes widened as recognition hit him. "My lightsaber?!" he blurted out, taking it from her hands carefully. He turned it over, inspecting it. "The council confiscated this. How the hell did you get it back?"

"Oh, you know," Ahsoka said, smirking smugly. "A little sneaking around, a little bit of thievery. No big deal."

Kyle laughed, shaking his head as he clipped the saber to his belt. "Careful, soka. You're one step away from getting your second strike."

Ahsoka leaned closer, her smirk never fading. "Then you better save me a spot on your ship," she said, her voice teasing.

Before Kyle could respond, she grabbed him by the front of his tunic and pulled him into another kiss. This one was different from the last—hungrier, more heated. Her lips moved against his with a forcefulness that caught him off guard, and he felt her body press closer, her warmth seeping into him as she shifted in his lap. Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slid against his, and Kyle couldn't help but respond, his hands gripping her waist as he tilted his head to meet her. Soft and smooth, and her hips shifted slightly, pressing against him in a way that made his breath hitch.

She broke the kiss briefly, her lips barely an inch from his as her hands slid down his chest. "Miss me yet?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes half-lidded as she looked at him.

Kyle swallowed, his brain barely functioning as he tried to form a coherent response. "I... yeah," he managed, his voice raspier than he intended.

Ahsoka grinned, leaning back in to kiss him again. Her movements were bolder now, her body moving against his in a way that made his heart race. Her hands wandered up to his neck, pulling him closer as she pressed herself fully into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. When she finally pulled back again, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads almost touching. Ahsoka's expression softened as she looked at him, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "You're not allowed to disappear on me," she said quietly, her tone serious despite the lingering warmth in her voice.

Kyle exhaled, his grip on her waist loosening slightly. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice steady this time. And for the first time, he realized he actually meant it.

'Damn other Kyle, he hasn't even had sex with her and he's an Avengers Level Simp,' he thought to himself as he kissed and sucked on Ahsoka's neck.

"Kyle..." she breathed out heavily with flushed cheeks. "People are staring," she said in a low voice.

His hands ran up her back touching her lightly, he then moved his mouth over to her lekku which he licked. "Aah!" She moaned out before shivering. Oh that's right, he knew through his memories that Ahsoka had very sensitive lekku and the other Kyle had actually made her orgasm before when he started to kiss them. Strangely though she never shoved him away like she did last time, she just sat in his lap shivering and rubbing herself into his groin. She was wearing cloak which hid most of her features otherwise she would've been too concerned that a recording of them would make its way back to the temple.

One thing Kyle was also glad for was her age. In his world he believed Ahsoka was fourteen or some shit, but in this world they were the same age. Made more sense, especially when considering that she was leading clones in a war, and fighting Sith assassins. Kyle doubted he would've been able to touch someone like that regardless of how much he loved her.

He ran his tongue over her lekku and she began panting hard as she rubbed herself into his groin. "Kyle... I-I... Aaaaahh!" She moved as he moved herself closer into his chest, she began to stiffen and shake. And her grip on his tunic tightened before a loud throaty moan came from her, after that she loosened her grip and lay limply against him while he rubbed her back. She then looked up at him panting. "I love you..." she said.

Kyle felt feelings of love and happiness explode within him, he didn't know why the other Kyle felt so strongly for her—well he did since he had the memories. But it just felt strange for him as he'd met her less than two hours ago, yet he had years worth of memories with her. 'This is all too confusing...' he thought to himself.

Yet he still looked down and smiled at her before whispering. "I love you too."

...

Ahsoka had eventually, and reluctantly, parted ways with Kyle. She had hugged him tightly one last time. "I need to get back to the temple before someone notices I'm gone," she had said, her tone heavy with disappointment. Kyle had reassured her as best he could, telling her not to worry about him and promising he would contact her soon. She didn't seem convinced but nodded anyway, her expression torn as she pulled away and disappeared into the dimly lit streets.

Kyle watched her leave, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. He shook his head, trying to clear it. "What a night," he muttered to himself before setting off toward Zarni's apartment. The trip wasn't long, and soon he was standing in front of her door, buzzing the intercom. A moment later, the door slid open with a soft hiss, and he stepped inside. As he stepped into Zarni's apartment, the warmth and faintly sweet scent hit him immediately. The space was clean but minimal. He barely had time to take it in before the sound of soft footsteps drew his attention.

Zarni walked out from the bathroom, and Kyle's jaw nearly hit the floor. She wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing, her long purple hair dripping wet and clinging to her light red skin. Her body was a mix of toned muscle and soft curves, her slim waist leading to wide hips and long legs that still glistened from her recent shower. Her chest was full, round, and perfectly proportioned, with beads of water rolling down her skin. Her bare stomach flexed slightly as she toweled her hair off, completely unbothered by the fact that she was standing stark naked in front of him.

"You're late," she said, her sharp, amused tone pulling him out of his stunned silence. She glanced up, catching his eyes, and smirked when she noticed where he'd been looking. "Enjoying the view?"

Kyle blinked, trying to recover. "Uh... yeah, sorry, got held up. Met up with a... friend," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Must be some friend," she muttered, tossing the towel onto a nearby chair. She didn't even bother covering herself as she strolled over to a small dresser near the bed. When she bent down to open the bottom drawer, Kyle's eyes couldn't help but follow the movement. Her backside was firm and round, and as she shifted her weight, the muscles in her thighs flexed slightly. Water still clung to her skin, trailing down her body in droplets.

"So," she said, her tone casual as she rummaged through the drawer. "Care to explain the disaster you left behind at Za Za Ka?."

Kyle leaned against the wall, smirking as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, well, what can I say? I have that effect on people. Just put it on my tab."

Zarni laughed, straightening up slightly as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Your tab? Please, I know for a fact you don't have any credits to your name."

Kyle shrugged, still watching her closely as she pulled a pair of shorts from the drawer. "True, but you like me enough to cover it."

Zarni rolled her eyes, standing up and slipping the shorts on. They were tight, clinging to her hips and thighs in a way that didn't leave much to the imagination. She grabbed a loose shirt from the bed and slid it over her head, the hem barely reaching her mid-thigh. "Relax, I smoothed things over with the owner. You're lucky I'm so charming."

Kyle sighed in relief. "I owe you one."

"You owe me more than one," Zarni shot back with a grin. She crossed her arms, leaning against the edge of the bed. "But I wouldn't show your face around there for a while. Some people aren't as forgiving as me."

Kyle snorted. "Yeah, no problem. I'll give it a break."

As he walked toward the sofa, he plopped down onto the cushions and immediately kicked his feet up onto the small table in front of him.

"Hey!" Zarni snapped, glaring at him. "Feet off the table, Marek."

Kyle groaned dramatically, dropping his legs back to the floor. "You're worse than the Jedi Council."

"Yeah, well, this is my place, so follow the rules," Zarni said, shaking her head. "And don't trash my couch. You're lucky I even let you in after the stunt you pulled tonight."

Kyle smirked, leaning back into the sofa. "You love having me around. Admit it."

Zarni rolled her eyes but didn't deny it, walking over to grab a drink from the small kitchenette. "You're lucky you're fun to have around," she muttered, taking a sip and shooting him a glance. "Don't push it, though. I'm not running a charity here."

Despite what she said however Zarni handed Kyle a drink before sitting down on the sofa beside him. The faint floral scent of her skin mixed with the clean smell of water from her shower. She kicked her feet up onto the table, stretching out like she didn't have a care in the world. Kyle couldn't help but glance down. Her feet were slim, the skin smooth and lightly damp, with perfectly shaped toes that were painted deep purple to match her hair. She wiggled them slightly, the casual movement catching his attention before he realized what he was doing.

"How come you get to put your feet on the table?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because it's my table," she replied, sticking her tongue out at him before grabbing her datapad from the armrest.

Kyle smirked and leaned back, taking a sip of his drink as Zarni started scrolling through her datapad. He already knew what she was doing. Zarni wasn't just a bartender. She was a fixer, someone who arranged freelance work for mercenaries, bounty hunters, and anyone else looking to make quick credits outside the official bounty hunter guild. Unlike the guild, Zarni didn't charge membership fees or require her clients to follow strict rules. She took a small cut of each job she brokered, and the rest went to whoever was crazy enough to take it. It was risky, dirty work, but Zarni had a knack for finding the right people for the right jobs.

Kyle knew the routine. She'd scroll through her current list of contracts, sorting through the offers to find something she thought would suit him. He stayed quiet as she worked, occasionally glancing over at her. She was focused, her purple hair falling loosely over her shoulders as her fingers flicked across the datapad's screen.

After a moment, she sighed and set the datapad down on her lap. "Alright," she said, "here's what's available."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"Most of it's the usual crap," she said, crossing her legs and leaning back. "Courier work. Move some crates from one end of the level to the other. Low pay, boring. Then there's guard duty. Stand around and look tough for a few hours. Also low pay, also boring."

Kyle tilted his head back dramatically and closed his eyes. "Oh no," he said flatly, "please stop, you're putting me to sleep."

Zarni smacked his arm, making him jolt upright. "Don't be an ass," she said, shaking her head.

Kyle laughed. "Come on, Zarni. Give me something better than babysitting some crates or pretending to be a door."

She sighed again, but there was a small smirk on her face. "Fine," she said, sitting up straighter. "I do have some higher-paying jobs, but they're dangerous."

"How dangerous?" Kyle asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Dangerous enough that most people don't come back," Zarni said bluntly.

Kyle grinned. "Now we're talking. How much?"

"Twenty thousand credits," she replied, crossing her arms. "Interested?"

"For that kind of money? Definitely," Kyle said, leaning forward. "What's the job?"

Zarni set her datapad on the table and folded her arms. "There's a gang on this level called the Blood Oracle. Recently, they got hit hard by a rival gang, and the reason they got hit is because one of their own sold them out. The traitor gave up their safehouses, their supply lines, everything. The Blood Oracle wants revenge, but the traitor managed to run to the rival gang for protection. Now they're holed up at their base, heavily guarded."

Kyle frowned, letting the details sink in. "So, the job is to get to this traitor and... what, kill him?"

"Or bring him back alive," Zarni added. "The client doesn't care, as long as the traitor pays for what they did. But that base isn't going to be an easy target. The rival gang's got numbers, and they're not shy about using them."

Kyle leaned back, his drink in hand. The Kyle from Earth—the part of him that still thought logically—was screaming that this sounded insane. Breaking into a heavily guarded gang base and taking out a target wasn't just dangerous, it was suicidal. But the other Kyle—the one who'd lived in this universe, trained as a Jedi—was confident. Capable. With his Force abilities he felt like he could handle anything.

"I'll do it," he said finally, his voice steady. "Any time frame?"

"They want it done in a month," Zarni said. "There's a bonus of 5,000 credits if you get it done in a week. If you manage it by tomorrow, they'll throw in an extra 10,000."

Kyle nodded, his mind already working through the possibilities. "Alright. Let them know I'll handle it."

Zarni gave him a long look before standing up and stretching. Her shirt lifted slightly as she stretched her arms over her head, exposing a sliver of her toned stomach. "I'll let the client know," she said, her voice casual. "Then I'm heading to bed. You can crash on the couch if you want."

Kyle smirked. "What, you got a crush on me or something?"

Zarni burst out laughing, dropping her arms and shooting him a grin. "Please. I like my men with a little more hair on their chin," she said, gesturing toward his smooth face.

Kyle chuckled as she walked off toward her room. Once she disappeared behind the door, the apartment fell quiet. He leaned forward on the sofa, setting his drink down on the table.

"Alright," he muttered to himself. "Let's see if I can unlock these stupid eyes."