Hello. Nonny here. I'm making my first foray into Star Wars: The Clone Wars fanfic with IenzosShuggoCharra's 100 Theme Challenge. I'm looking forward to how this will play out, and I will gladly accept any and all constructive criticism I receive in any reviews (hint hint ;) ).

Beware, this story will use a pairing that has not yet caught on, namely Jinx/Ahsoka (or Jinxsoka, for when it does catch on). I won't be trying to offend any other shippers, but...still, be forewarned.

Other than that, I shall try to update this two short chapters at a time. Just so ya'll don't accidentally skip anything (which, trust me, I've done).

And here we go...

The Force

If you asked one particular young Jedi Padawan, a Twi'lek whose given name was Jin'Xerquina (better known as Jinx), what the definition of the Force was, his definition would vary based on his mood and just who, exactly, you were.

If you were a random civilian, or another, higher-ranking Jedi whom he had never met, he'd give you the standard answer drilled into him in the Temple Academy. The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have about five standard years of homework to catch up on.

If you were his master or another higher-ranking Jedi whom he respected greatly, he'd consider for a time, and try to come up with something that sounded a bit more original than the standard answer. The Force is a Jedi's greatest resource. (Yes, but what is it?) …Our greatest advisor? (Yes, but what is it?) …An energy field that binds the world together. (Correct, now, what is it to you?) …Okay, now you're playing with my head, Master. (Very astute. Think on the question, will you?)

If you were a close friend by the name of O-Mer (and you'd have to be, since O-Mer was the only close friend he had still living after Wasskah), he'd give you a dirty look. Oy, mate, why don't you try catching up on five years of homework now, and asking stupid questions later? Numbskull…

If you were a beautiful, confident young woman called Ahsoka Tano, you'd probably stand there waiting as he stared vacantly at you for twenty straight seconds. FATAL ERROR, FATAL ERROR, RIGHT LEKKU JUST FIGURED OUT THAT SUBJECT IS FEMALE, LEFT LEKKU STILL STUCK ON THE FACT THAT SUBJECT IS SPEAKING TO ME, FATAL ERROR, FATAL ERROR…Gahhuhwhatnow? Uh, sorry, what was that?

But, if you were a fly on the wall in Jinx's room which was somehow capable of reading his mind right when he had a rare, lucid moment of complete self-honesty, the truth would finally come out. The Force is the only thing I have left. It's my only connection to my dead friends, and at times the only way I can speak to my living friends. It's the one thing I can count on to be there whenever I need it, whether I like it or not.

And yet I'm not quite sure if I can trust it, or anything else, ever again.