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My Front Porch Looking In (Star Wars Prequel Re-write)
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Aravis Kenobi
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A Meeting with Siri (March 30th)
The chronometer woke me up at my usual time, 6:30 the next morning. I dressed hurriedly and brushed my hair, deciding to leave it down. I had trimmed it to the middle of my back where it wasn’t so long because it always got in the way. I checked on the sleeping Anakin, who had obviously worn himself out by throwing a temper tantrum. Though he could be difficult, I loved him with all that was in me. He was one of my best friends, along with Obi-Wan and Malee. I shut the door and started towards the healing rooms. Outside, rain was falling and the skies were dark. Hopefully that wasn’t a bad sign.
When I got there, Obi-Wan’s bed was empty and already cleaned. Malee was humming to herself as she was cleaning the other beds.
“Malee, where’s Obi-Wan?” I asked, hoping that nothing had happened.
“Oh, I let him go about an hour ago.” She said, looking at me and momentarily stopping her work.
“Then where is he?” My eyes widened. What if something had happened to him?
“He told me to tell you that when you got here to head to the far side of the Temple, near the archives. The long pillared hallway; he said he’d meet you there. Why he didn’t go home is beyond me.” She shrugged and turned back to cleaning.
“I wonder what is going on.” She shrugged again and I walked out, starting out to the archives. I had never been there but knew how to get there. I ran into Siri on the way there…literally.
“Watch it Skywalker.” She growled as I bumped into her.
“Sorry. I was not watching where I was going.” I answered, trying to be as polite as possible to the Jedi female who got under my skin.
“If you’re looking for Kenobi, he’s in the archives.” She said, with a disgusted tone of voice that was hard to miss.
“Actually I was looking for him, thanks.” I started to walk off, then remembered about her short stay in the healing rooms. “How are you feeling? Malee told me that your leg was seriously injured.”
I could tell she was taken aback at my inquiry into her health. It kind of made me want to smirk; she was rude to me and I was nice to her. Well, I don’t expect it to last but she shouldn’t either.
“It’s fine. The muscles are still sore and tender but working out helps. Obi-Wan told me you were training to be a healer.” She crossed her arms. I knew she despised me. She didn’t know that Obi-Wan and I were married but I didn’t’ want to tell her. That would only make the situation worse.
The chronometer woke me up at my usual time, 6:30 the next morning. I dressed hurriedly and brushed my hair, deciding to leave it down. I had trimmed it to the middle of my back where it wasn’t so long because it always got in the way. I checked on the sleeping Anakin, who had obviously worn himself out by throwing a temper tantrum. Though he could be difficult, I loved him with all that was in me. He was one of my best friends, along with Obi-Wan and Malee. I shut the door and started towards the healing rooms. Outside, rain was falling and the skies were dark. Hopefully that wasn’t a bad sign.
When I got there, Obi-Wan’s bed was empty and already cleaned. Malee was humming to herself as she was cleaning the other beds.
“Malee, where’s Obi-Wan?” I asked, hoping that nothing had happened.
“Oh, I let him go about an hour ago.” She said, looking at me and momentarily stopping her work.
“Then where is he?” My eyes widened. What if something had happened to him?
“He told me to tell you that when you got here to head to the far side of the Temple, near the archives. The long pillared hallway; he said he’d meet you there. Why he didn’t go home is beyond me.” She shrugged and turned back to cleaning.
“I wonder what is going on.” She shrugged again and I walked out, starting out to the archives. I had never been there but knew how to get there. I ran into Siri on the way there…literally.
“Watch it Skywalker.” She growled as I bumped into her.
“Sorry. I was not watching where I was going.” I answered, trying to be as polite as possible to the Jedi female who got under my skin.
“If you’re looking for Kenobi, he’s in the archives.” She said, with a disgusted tone of voice that was hard to miss.
“Actually I was looking for him, thanks.” I started to walk off, then remembered about her short stay in the healing rooms. “How are you feeling? Malee told me that your leg was seriously injured.”
I could tell she was taken aback at my inquiry into her health. It kind of made me want to smirk; she was rude to me and I was nice to her. Well, I don’t expect it to last but she shouldn’t either.
“It’s fine. The muscles are still sore and tender but working out helps. Obi-Wan told me you were training to be a healer.” She crossed her arms. I knew she despised me. She didn’t know that Obi-Wan and I were married but I didn’t’ want to tell her. That would only make the situation worse.
Still love Obi-wan, the stubborn guys grow on me 
Aravis Kenobi
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An April Fools' Scare (April 1st)
“Uh, yeah. I have a long way to go though. Malee says my eopie-like stubbornness would be enough to unravel even Master Yoda.” I laughed slightly, trying to get rid of the awkward conversation. She chuckled without opening her mouth, yet I could tell she wasn’t that amused. I cleared my throat and excused myself, quickening my pace to hopefully get to the archives before seven. Obi-Wan said to meet him in the pillared room, I thought to myself. I was there, but I couldn’t see him. Then, I heard something that echoed in between the pillars, far back in the darkness. I glanced back to the archives, then stepped into the darkness. I could still see but the darkness was something I didn’t want to venture into. I heard the sound again and walked towards it. All of a sudden, I felt strong hands grip my waist and my mouth at the same time, the large hand silencing me and pinning me to my assailant’s body. I struggled with the mysterious person but he *for the hands had to belong to a man* held on tight and didn’t let go.
When I became breathless, I stopped struggling. Then an idea came into my head. I bit down on the hand as hard as possible and just as quick as lightning he let go of me in both respects.
“Blast it Petra, you didn’t have to bite me.” I heard Obi-Wan’s voice say in the darkness. As I turned to his voice I could hear him moving his hand. By the dim light that was still available, I could tell he was shaking his hand to try to shake the pain away. I suppressed both a giggle and an outburst of anger for him surprising me like that. The whole struggle just lasted a few seconds.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you should know better than to surprise me like that. You’re lucky I didn’t scream bloody murder.” I crossed my arms, a smug grin sneaking across my face.
“Sorry, had I known you’d bite me like that I would have announced myself.” A boyish grin filled his face. It was hard to stay mad at him for long with that face.
“What are you doing hiding here anyway?” I asked, curiosity replacing my anger.
“I wanted you to know where this was so that if need be, we can meet here.” He rubbed his hand, where bite marks and a bruise were becoming visible.
“Why?”
“Uh, yeah. I have a long way to go though. Malee says my eopie-like stubbornness would be enough to unravel even Master Yoda.” I laughed slightly, trying to get rid of the awkward conversation. She chuckled without opening her mouth, yet I could tell she wasn’t that amused. I cleared my throat and excused myself, quickening my pace to hopefully get to the archives before seven. Obi-Wan said to meet him in the pillared room, I thought to myself. I was there, but I couldn’t see him. Then, I heard something that echoed in between the pillars, far back in the darkness. I glanced back to the archives, then stepped into the darkness. I could still see but the darkness was something I didn’t want to venture into. I heard the sound again and walked towards it. All of a sudden, I felt strong hands grip my waist and my mouth at the same time, the large hand silencing me and pinning me to my assailant’s body. I struggled with the mysterious person but he *for the hands had to belong to a man* held on tight and didn’t let go.
When I became breathless, I stopped struggling. Then an idea came into my head. I bit down on the hand as hard as possible and just as quick as lightning he let go of me in both respects.
“Blast it Petra, you didn’t have to bite me.” I heard Obi-Wan’s voice say in the darkness. As I turned to his voice I could hear him moving his hand. By the dim light that was still available, I could tell he was shaking his hand to try to shake the pain away. I suppressed both a giggle and an outburst of anger for him surprising me like that. The whole struggle just lasted a few seconds.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you should know better than to surprise me like that. You’re lucky I didn’t scream bloody murder.” I crossed my arms, a smug grin sneaking across my face.
“Sorry, had I known you’d bite me like that I would have announced myself.” A boyish grin filled his face. It was hard to stay mad at him for long with that face.
“What are you doing hiding here anyway?” I asked, curiosity replacing my anger.
“I wanted you to know where this was so that if need be, we can meet here.” He rubbed his hand, where bite marks and a bruise were becoming visible.
“Why?”
Obi, you make me want to watch the new trilogy, only you could do that...
Aravis Kenobi
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Update-April 4th
“If I have to leave on a mission and can’t get to our quarters or the healing rooms, we have a place to say goodbye.” His face fell slightly, knowing that in the near future, he’d be going on more and more missions as his knighthood required. Anakin would go with him, which would double the worry for me.
“Oh, Obi-Wan. Why can’t we just meet in the hallway?”
“Because of this.” He pulled me to him and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him there. “As you said, if the Temple sees us doing that then they’d know our relationship status.”
“True. But I wish you didn’t have to go on missions; what if…what if you’re injured worse next time?” I said, resting my forehead on his.
“Well, I have a good healer here at the temple that can help.” He grinned, indicating me. “How has your training been?”
I shrugged. “Good I guess. It’s hard.”
“I could have told you that, Skywalker.” He kissed me on the forehead.
“Malee said that I would have to receive lightsaber instruction. Is that true?” Me with a weapon…really wasn’t a good idea.
He nodded. “You’ll do fine. Although I have to admit, I was surprised the Council allowed you into training at all. Anakin’s age was negotiable but yours…I think someday you’ll be a good Jedi. And if you need help with your lightsaber instruction, I’m your man.”
“You’re my man anyway.” I kissed him on the lips and hugged him. “Let’s go home.”
He shook his head and separated from me. “I have some work to do. But I’ll be home for dinner. How’s Anakin?”
“Grumpy. He didn’t want to go to bed last night when I told him so I made him go early. He hasn’t spoken to me since.” I shrugged and shook my head.
“By dinner he’ll be in a good mood again.” He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I need to go.” He kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows. I lingered a moment longer then walked to the healing rooms.
“Did your meeting go well?” Malee asked me as I entered. I nodded, noticing her careful choice of words and seeing Mace Windu standing beside her. I bowed slightly out of respect to him and he nodded in return. I never cared for the man, but I had to at least respect him. He finished his conversation with Malee then left. “He was telling me about your new training schedule.”
“New schedule?” I asked bewildered.
“Yes. A vigorous one, which I told him that maybe you should ease into it more.” She nodded, indicating my swollen abdomen. Subconsciously I placed my hand on my stomach. I knew what she meant. “He agreed to it and you’ll have time to adjust to the…miracle.” She smiled as I sighed audibly.
“Petra, are you all right?” She asked, placing her hand on my shoulder with worry in her eyes.
“I’m fine. Just tired. Anakin and I had a…disagreement last night. But I slept soundly until this morning so I don’t know why I’m tired.”
“Pregnancy does that. But you’ll adjust.” She said, patting my shoulder then returning to her work.
Eventually Anakin got over his bad mood and I figured I should let him know about the baby. From what I could tell, he was indifferent to a baby. He got up from the table silently and sullenly. I sighed. I remembered how I felt when my mom told me she was pregnant. I didn’t like the thought of being replaced by a baby, and I had a feeling Anakin didn’t want to be replaced. I’d wait and see how he would do after the baby arrived, and then talk to him about it. No use stirring up waters that have no reason to be stirred.
“If I have to leave on a mission and can’t get to our quarters or the healing rooms, we have a place to say goodbye.” His face fell slightly, knowing that in the near future, he’d be going on more and more missions as his knighthood required. Anakin would go with him, which would double the worry for me.
“Oh, Obi-Wan. Why can’t we just meet in the hallway?”
“Because of this.” He pulled me to him and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him there. “As you said, if the Temple sees us doing that then they’d know our relationship status.”
“True. But I wish you didn’t have to go on missions; what if…what if you’re injured worse next time?” I said, resting my forehead on his.
“Well, I have a good healer here at the temple that can help.” He grinned, indicating me. “How has your training been?”
I shrugged. “Good I guess. It’s hard.”
“I could have told you that, Skywalker.” He kissed me on the forehead.
“Malee said that I would have to receive lightsaber instruction. Is that true?” Me with a weapon…really wasn’t a good idea.
He nodded. “You’ll do fine. Although I have to admit, I was surprised the Council allowed you into training at all. Anakin’s age was negotiable but yours…I think someday you’ll be a good Jedi. And if you need help with your lightsaber instruction, I’m your man.”
“You’re my man anyway.” I kissed him on the lips and hugged him. “Let’s go home.”
He shook his head and separated from me. “I have some work to do. But I’ll be home for dinner. How’s Anakin?”
“Grumpy. He didn’t want to go to bed last night when I told him so I made him go early. He hasn’t spoken to me since.” I shrugged and shook my head.
“By dinner he’ll be in a good mood again.” He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I need to go.” He kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows. I lingered a moment longer then walked to the healing rooms.
“Did your meeting go well?” Malee asked me as I entered. I nodded, noticing her careful choice of words and seeing Mace Windu standing beside her. I bowed slightly out of respect to him and he nodded in return. I never cared for the man, but I had to at least respect him. He finished his conversation with Malee then left. “He was telling me about your new training schedule.”
“New schedule?” I asked bewildered.
“Yes. A vigorous one, which I told him that maybe you should ease into it more.” She nodded, indicating my swollen abdomen. Subconsciously I placed my hand on my stomach. I knew what she meant. “He agreed to it and you’ll have time to adjust to the…miracle.” She smiled as I sighed audibly.
“Petra, are you all right?” She asked, placing her hand on my shoulder with worry in her eyes.
“I’m fine. Just tired. Anakin and I had a…disagreement last night. But I slept soundly until this morning so I don’t know why I’m tired.”
“Pregnancy does that. But you’ll adjust.” She said, patting my shoulder then returning to her work.
Eventually Anakin got over his bad mood and I figured I should let him know about the baby. From what I could tell, he was indifferent to a baby. He got up from the table silently and sullenly. I sighed. I remembered how I felt when my mom told me she was pregnant. I didn’t like the thought of being replaced by a baby, and I had a feeling Anakin didn’t want to be replaced. I’d wait and see how he would do after the baby arrived, and then talk to him about it. No use stirring up waters that have no reason to be stirred.
Nice update Obi
Aravis Kenobi
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The Baby (April 7th)
Eight months later, I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in my stomach. Obi-Wan hadn’t been sent on any recent missions and wouldn’t be until a couple of months later. I went to the bathroom but by the time I got there, my water had broken. I woke him up with a slap and a shake. “Skywalker, why are you waking me up out of a sound sleep at 3 in the morning?”
“The baby…I think it’s time.” I said, nearly doubling over with pain. He sat up more quickly than I’d ever seen.
“You sure?” He asked, not wanting to believe it.
I winced and gripped the bed. “Oh yeah. It’s time.”
He jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe. “No time to go to the healing rooms. Besides it’s not secret. You’ll have to deliver the baby.”
“But you need medical attention” he protested, not relishing the idea of delivering a baby, even his own.
I sat down on the bed. “Sorry Kenobi, but this one you can’t back down from.” With great effort, I swung my legs up onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows. The contractions were only about three or so minutes apart. Remembering my mom’s delivery…I shuddered. Two days was not what I wanted. I gripped the sheets again as a contraction seized me.
“What should I do?” Obi-Wan asked me, worry filling his blue-gray eyes.
I took some deep breaths, drawing on memories of my mom’s ordeal. “Wake Anakin up, tell him to find Malee and bring her here. But I don’t think there’s time enough for her to…” I trailed off as a strong and painful contraction hit. Obi-Wan rushed out of the room and woke Anakin, telling him to run and wake Malee. Anakin did as he was told and ran out of the apartment, focused on his mission yet also worried about me. Obi-wan returned and informed me that he did as I requested. My hands were white at the knuckles from gripping the sheets so hard, but it was either that or letting out a scream which would certainly alert the entire Jedi Temple as to what was going on in our bedroom.
“Petra, when should you push?” He asked, but my only reply WAS a push. “I can see the head.”
I just nodded, too blinded by pain to think about a proper response. I pushed again, hands gripping the sheets, feet braced against the bed until he told me to stop. What felt like hours were really just about ten minutes. “It’s a boy!” I heard Obi-Wan’s voice say. All I could do was smile weakly but my eyes were still shut and I was breathing slowly to try to regain my normal breathing rate. Obi-Wan wrapped the baby in a towel and handed him to me. I forced my eyes open and looked down at our son. Our son. Those words were hard to get used to. But as I looked down into the red face and dark blonde hair, all I could feel was an immense and overwhelming wave of love. I stroked his cheek and looked up at obi-wan as he sat down next to us. “I’d bet he has blue eyes like yours.”
“But probably your temperament.” I said, laughing. Obi-Wan kissed me on the head and looked down at us. I handed the baby to him and stood up, albeit shakily.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“To take a shower; then I’ll help you change the sheets and bedding.” I responded, walking into the fresher and shedding my nightclothes. It felt good not to have an extra eight or ten pounds on me but as I looked down I realized I’d need to work off the baby fat. I shrugged. With all the training I’d be doing, I’d be back to my normal weight within a month. As I stood there and let the hot water run over me, I thought through names for the baby. I thought of one as I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me, then pulled on a robe. Anakin had gotten back with Malee, who was examining our baby and making sure he was healthy. I tied the robe around my waist and stood next to Obi-Wan, who wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
“I can’t believe he delivered your baby” Malee said as she held our little boy. “He’s healthy.” She handed him back to Obi-Wan then scanned me. “You could do with a good night’s rest.”
Obi-Wan always gets the interesting jobs.
Eight months later, I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in my stomach. Obi-Wan hadn’t been sent on any recent missions and wouldn’t be until a couple of months later. I went to the bathroom but by the time I got there, my water had broken. I woke him up with a slap and a shake. “Skywalker, why are you waking me up out of a sound sleep at 3 in the morning?”
“The baby…I think it’s time.” I said, nearly doubling over with pain. He sat up more quickly than I’d ever seen.
“You sure?” He asked, not wanting to believe it.
I winced and gripped the bed. “Oh yeah. It’s time.”
He jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe. “No time to go to the healing rooms. Besides it’s not secret. You’ll have to deliver the baby.”
“But you need medical attention” he protested, not relishing the idea of delivering a baby, even his own.
I sat down on the bed. “Sorry Kenobi, but this one you can’t back down from.” With great effort, I swung my legs up onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows. The contractions were only about three or so minutes apart. Remembering my mom’s delivery…I shuddered. Two days was not what I wanted. I gripped the sheets again as a contraction seized me.
“What should I do?” Obi-Wan asked me, worry filling his blue-gray eyes.
I took some deep breaths, drawing on memories of my mom’s ordeal. “Wake Anakin up, tell him to find Malee and bring her here. But I don’t think there’s time enough for her to…” I trailed off as a strong and painful contraction hit. Obi-Wan rushed out of the room and woke Anakin, telling him to run and wake Malee. Anakin did as he was told and ran out of the apartment, focused on his mission yet also worried about me. Obi-wan returned and informed me that he did as I requested. My hands were white at the knuckles from gripping the sheets so hard, but it was either that or letting out a scream which would certainly alert the entire Jedi Temple as to what was going on in our bedroom.
“Petra, when should you push?” He asked, but my only reply WAS a push. “I can see the head.”
I just nodded, too blinded by pain to think about a proper response. I pushed again, hands gripping the sheets, feet braced against the bed until he told me to stop. What felt like hours were really just about ten minutes. “It’s a boy!” I heard Obi-Wan’s voice say. All I could do was smile weakly but my eyes were still shut and I was breathing slowly to try to regain my normal breathing rate. Obi-Wan wrapped the baby in a towel and handed him to me. I forced my eyes open and looked down at our son. Our son. Those words were hard to get used to. But as I looked down into the red face and dark blonde hair, all I could feel was an immense and overwhelming wave of love. I stroked his cheek and looked up at obi-wan as he sat down next to us. “I’d bet he has blue eyes like yours.”
“But probably your temperament.” I said, laughing. Obi-Wan kissed me on the head and looked down at us. I handed the baby to him and stood up, albeit shakily.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“To take a shower; then I’ll help you change the sheets and bedding.” I responded, walking into the fresher and shedding my nightclothes. It felt good not to have an extra eight or ten pounds on me but as I looked down I realized I’d need to work off the baby fat. I shrugged. With all the training I’d be doing, I’d be back to my normal weight within a month. As I stood there and let the hot water run over me, I thought through names for the baby. I thought of one as I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me, then pulled on a robe. Anakin had gotten back with Malee, who was examining our baby and making sure he was healthy. I tied the robe around my waist and stood next to Obi-Wan, who wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
“I can’t believe he delivered your baby” Malee said as she held our little boy. “He’s healthy.” She handed him back to Obi-Wan then scanned me. “You could do with a good night’s rest.”
Obi-Wan always gets the interesting jobs.
cute baby, I forget what they named him.... I can't wait
KathrynJanewayChakotay
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nice updates skywalker keep up the good work.
Aravis Kenobi
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Naming the Baby (April 11th)
“We were in the middle of one when this happened.” I laughed. She shook her head.
“Babies seem to come at the most inconvenient time. Petra, take a few days off.”
“Malee I’m fine. I can still work.” I wasn’t going to be put to bed when I felt perfectly fine, but then I realized just how tired I was. I sighed without realizing it.
“I’d better go. Keep her in bed a few days, Obi-Wan. I’ve known her long enough to know that she’s stubborn.” She walked out of the bedroom.
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep her on bed rest if I have to tie her to the headboard.” He chuckled. “Anakin you’d better get back to bed.”
“Yes, Master.” He nodded sleepily and went back to his own bed. “Boy, this baby thing sure is overrated.”
Obi-Wan turned back to me, but I was in the process of putting fresh sheets and blankets on the bed. As soon as the bed was made I crawled into it, eager to sleep. He sat down next to me.
“Any ideas for a name?” He asked quietly as the baby slept.
I sighed. “I don’t know; Zett maybe.” Zett was one of my childhood friends growing up, who eventually left Tattoine in search of a better life.
“Zett? Kind of a different name.” He shifted the baby to his other arm.
“He was one of my best friends growing up” I replied, my eyes shut.
“Normally the Jedi would give him a name after enrollment but…”
My eyes immediately opened. “Enrollment? You may have suggested it, but I never actually agreed to it.”
“We were in the middle of one when this happened.” I laughed. She shook her head.
“Babies seem to come at the most inconvenient time. Petra, take a few days off.”
“Malee I’m fine. I can still work.” I wasn’t going to be put to bed when I felt perfectly fine, but then I realized just how tired I was. I sighed without realizing it.
“I’d better go. Keep her in bed a few days, Obi-Wan. I’ve known her long enough to know that she’s stubborn.” She walked out of the bedroom.
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep her on bed rest if I have to tie her to the headboard.” He chuckled. “Anakin you’d better get back to bed.”
“Yes, Master.” He nodded sleepily and went back to his own bed. “Boy, this baby thing sure is overrated.”
Obi-Wan turned back to me, but I was in the process of putting fresh sheets and blankets on the bed. As soon as the bed was made I crawled into it, eager to sleep. He sat down next to me.
“Any ideas for a name?” He asked quietly as the baby slept.
I sighed. “I don’t know; Zett maybe.” Zett was one of my childhood friends growing up, who eventually left Tattoine in search of a better life.
“Zett? Kind of a different name.” He shifted the baby to his other arm.
“He was one of my best friends growing up” I replied, my eyes shut.
“Normally the Jedi would give him a name after enrollment but…”
My eyes immediately opened. “Enrollment? You may have suggested it, but I never actually agreed to it.”
I remember now, I'm sure Zett is adorable
Aravis Kenobi
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“Well, I just assumed that you’d want too…”
“You assumed wrong, Kenobi.” I was suddenly wide awake and my eyes snapped angrily. My raised voice startled Zett and he started crying. I lowered my voice back to normal. “I don’t want him as a Jedi.”
“Petra, there’s not much choice. It’s either give him to the Jedi or raise him and let the Order find out about our family. It’d be better for him in the long run.” He wasn’t about to give this up.
“But…” Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t like the thought of parting with my newborn son. How could it be better taking him away from his own family and placing him with strangers? It just wasn’t fair.
He reached out and took my hand. Zett had quieted down since my outburst and had gone back to sleep. “I don’t like this any more than you do. Believe me; I have the strongest desire to keep him with us. But we have to face the fact that if we don’t give him up now the Jedi will find out and you know what will happen. If they expel me I don’t know what we’d do. Trust me, I don’t want to work in Coruscant, and I wouldn’t want you to either. About the only kind of paying job is…well, working in clubs and you know what that means. Just give this some thought, please? If you want to keep him then we will.” With that, Obi-Wan got up, arranged a makeshift crib in the uppermost drawer of our dresser, tucked Zett in and fell asleep beside me. I lay awake for several hours, trying to think through our situation. In-between the times I was thinking, I was either holding Zett or nursing him, and even then my mind was still racing. Was there any other way? Could I be so selfish in just wanting my own child to stay, but yet almost assuring that Obi-Wan and Anakin, and yes, even I would be expelled? There seemed to be no other alternative. When I went back to work, we would turn Zett over to the Order, no matter how hard it might be.
We had Zett two whole weeks before I went back to work, and Obi-Wan took him and enrolled him. He enrolled Zett under the pretense of having found the baby on their doorstep and we were asked to take care of him or to enroll him. I didn’t like lying but if we told the Order Zett’s real origin, it would spell death for us. Tears were shed, but in my heart, I was okay with it.
A few years later, I gave birth to another son, Luke. He was born two months premature and stillborn at that. Yet, somehow, I was able to revive him and he was healthy. *I still don’t know how I pulled THAT one off.* As we did with Zett, we let Luke go. During my pregnancy with Luke, I went on a search for Obi-Wan’s parents. I tracked them to Arbra, where inadvertently, I gave birth to the premature Luke. Obi-Wan was able to go to Arbra under a guise of investigating the riots that had been occurring but in reality, he was coming to be with me. He accompanied me back to Coruscant and we handed Luke over to the Order as we had done with Zett. Obi-Wan promised that if the next child we had was a girl, we’d keep her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have another baby but that would be several years down the road. I only hoped that the next few years would remain quiet. However, something told me that adventure was never ending when you lived in the Jedi Temple.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A\N: I don't know how often I'll be updating. I dropped my laptop on the floor last night and it cracked the screen. I'm using it to see how good it will work if at all, but I may be without a laptop until the end of May.
“You assumed wrong, Kenobi.” I was suddenly wide awake and my eyes snapped angrily. My raised voice startled Zett and he started crying. I lowered my voice back to normal. “I don’t want him as a Jedi.”
“Petra, there’s not much choice. It’s either give him to the Jedi or raise him and let the Order find out about our family. It’d be better for him in the long run.” He wasn’t about to give this up.
“But…” Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t like the thought of parting with my newborn son. How could it be better taking him away from his own family and placing him with strangers? It just wasn’t fair.
He reached out and took my hand. Zett had quieted down since my outburst and had gone back to sleep. “I don’t like this any more than you do. Believe me; I have the strongest desire to keep him with us. But we have to face the fact that if we don’t give him up now the Jedi will find out and you know what will happen. If they expel me I don’t know what we’d do. Trust me, I don’t want to work in Coruscant, and I wouldn’t want you to either. About the only kind of paying job is…well, working in clubs and you know what that means. Just give this some thought, please? If you want to keep him then we will.” With that, Obi-Wan got up, arranged a makeshift crib in the uppermost drawer of our dresser, tucked Zett in and fell asleep beside me. I lay awake for several hours, trying to think through our situation. In-between the times I was thinking, I was either holding Zett or nursing him, and even then my mind was still racing. Was there any other way? Could I be so selfish in just wanting my own child to stay, but yet almost assuring that Obi-Wan and Anakin, and yes, even I would be expelled? There seemed to be no other alternative. When I went back to work, we would turn Zett over to the Order, no matter how hard it might be.
We had Zett two whole weeks before I went back to work, and Obi-Wan took him and enrolled him. He enrolled Zett under the pretense of having found the baby on their doorstep and we were asked to take care of him or to enroll him. I didn’t like lying but if we told the Order Zett’s real origin, it would spell death for us. Tears were shed, but in my heart, I was okay with it.
A few years later, I gave birth to another son, Luke. He was born two months premature and stillborn at that. Yet, somehow, I was able to revive him and he was healthy. *I still don’t know how I pulled THAT one off.* As we did with Zett, we let Luke go. During my pregnancy with Luke, I went on a search for Obi-Wan’s parents. I tracked them to Arbra, where inadvertently, I gave birth to the premature Luke. Obi-Wan was able to go to Arbra under a guise of investigating the riots that had been occurring but in reality, he was coming to be with me. He accompanied me back to Coruscant and we handed Luke over to the Order as we had done with Zett. Obi-Wan promised that if the next child we had was a girl, we’d keep her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have another baby but that would be several years down the road. I only hoped that the next few years would remain quiet. However, something told me that adventure was never ending when you lived in the Jedi Temple.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A\N: I don't know how often I'll be updating. I dropped my laptop on the floor last night and it cracked the screen. I'm using it to see how good it will work if at all, but I may be without a laptop until the end of May.
Luke, how cute
KathrynJanewayChakotay
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nice updated kenobi
Aravis Kenobi
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Part 3
A\N: sorry about the long wait. I didn't realize that it's been almost 10 days since I've updated.
Well, here we are again. The last time we spoke it was only a year after Obi-Wan and I had married. As I said then, we had two sons, Zett and Luke. This journal entry is now ten years to the day of that last entry. Funny how so much can happen in a decade, isn’t it? Anakin is now 20 years old, an ADULT. Yet, he doesn’t always act like one. Truly, he’s still the little boy I’ve known my whole life. He has a lot more growing up to do but then again do any of us stop growing, even in adulthood?
“Petra, this message came for you” Malee said as she handed me a datapad. She walked off hurriedly, only stopped long enough to give me the message. I pulled up the message; it was from obi-Wan. “Senator Padme Amidala has returned to Coruscant. Chancellor Palpatine is requesting our services to protect her. I don’t know if I will be home tonight or not, so don’t make dinner for myself or Anakin. I love you, Skywalker. May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan.”
I looked up from the pad. So Padme had remained a public figure after all. I wondered if Anakin still had dreams and thoughts about her; I knew that he had recently been having a lot of nightmares about mom, and it seemed almost nightly that I was beside him, trying to assure him they weren’t true. I sighed. I really didn’t want to be tangled up in politics…living with Obi-Wan for ten years had soured me on the politics of the Republic; besides I had seen enough to know enough. I set the pad down, deleting the message as I did so. Any message I ever received from Obi-Wan was immediately destroyed so as not to alert anyone to our relationship. I turned back to the filing I was doing, wondering why Padme would need Obi-Wan and Anakin’s protection. I mean, wouldn’t she have her own security protection? When my shift was over, I had nearly finished filing away all the old data that was on my desk, though at least another two hours’ work was waiting for me tomorrow. I bid Malee a good night and walked to my quarters.
Not really that hungry I fixed a snack and then went to bed. Little did I realize that Obi-Wan and Anakin were having a much more exciting and interesting time than I was.
I must have been asleep for several hours when I heard the shower running. I opened my eyes and looked at the chronometer. It was 4 a.m. The light was on in the fresher and I figured it was Obi-Wan. I closed my eyes until I heard the water stop running and then pulled a robe on. When Obi-Wan came out of the shower, wearing just a towel around his waist, I spoke. “I thought you’d be gone all night.”
Apparently, he had been lost in thought and jumped back into the door at the sound of my voice. “Sorry, Kenobi. I didn’t’ meant to startle you. But I have to admit, the look on your face is cute.”
He regained his composure. “I was thinking…I didn’t realize you were awake. Did I…”
“No, you didn’t wake me up. I heard the shower running.” I said nonchalantly. “Nice towel look, by the way.” He did look pretty cute standing there. He crossed his arms over his chest.
I got up and walked over to him. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and sighed. I hugged him, sensing he was tired and frustrated. His chest and arms were still damp from his shower but I didn’t’ really care. He held me for a few minutes before speaking. “Senator Amidala was nearly assassinated.”
I gasped. I knew she had almost been killed several times while Queen, but I didn’t’ think she’d still be in that much danger. “Is she all right?”
I felt him nod. “Shaken, but she is fine. We managed to chase the bounty hunter away.”
I was confused. “A bounty hunter? Why would a bounty hunter be after Padme?”
He sighed. “Money…Padme thinks that Count Dooku is behind it, but I am with the Jedi; I don’t think he is.”
“Wasn’t Dooku a Jedi?” I looked up at him.
“Was…he turned on the Order. Shame though; he was a great Jedi…he was Qui-Gon’s master.” His gaze drifted to the wall opposite us. I pulled away from him and sat down on the bed; he sat next to me.
“I sense there’s more to this than you’re saying.”
He shook his head. “I just…am puzzled about something.” He stood up and walked over to the chair that he had draped his robe over and pulled something out of the pocket, then flipped on the lights with the Force as he sat back down. “This is the something I’m puzzled about.”
Obi-Wan dropped a wicked looking dart in my hand. And I don’t mean ‘wicked’ as in awesome; I mean ‘wicked’ as in evil. “So…you’re worried about a dart?”
“This killed the bounty hunter we were after. She was about to reveal who had hired her when another bounty hunter shot this into her neck. It killed her almost instantly.” He sighed again and lay on his back. “I just wish I knew who killed her and why…well, never mind I know why they killed her; she was a liability and they didn’t want anyone to know who they were.”
I called a towel to me using the force and handed it to him. “You’ll get a wet spot on the bed, Kenobi. Dry your hair.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled and sat back up, taking the towel and drying off his hair. I tousled his hair with my fingers and he pulled me down on top of him. “Anakin told me to come home. He and Captain Typho didn’t think any more attacks would be tried tonight.”
“More like morning, Kenobi. I have a shift in three hours.” I kissed him and rolled off of him and crawled back into my side of the bed. He turned off the lights, pulled on his sleep pants, and slid in next to me, wrapping his arms around me, my head resting against his chest and under his chin. Yeah…life was good.
A\N: sorry about the long wait. I didn't realize that it's been almost 10 days since I've updated.
Well, here we are again. The last time we spoke it was only a year after Obi-Wan and I had married. As I said then, we had two sons, Zett and Luke. This journal entry is now ten years to the day of that last entry. Funny how so much can happen in a decade, isn’t it? Anakin is now 20 years old, an ADULT. Yet, he doesn’t always act like one. Truly, he’s still the little boy I’ve known my whole life. He has a lot more growing up to do but then again do any of us stop growing, even in adulthood?
“Petra, this message came for you” Malee said as she handed me a datapad. She walked off hurriedly, only stopped long enough to give me the message. I pulled up the message; it was from obi-Wan. “Senator Padme Amidala has returned to Coruscant. Chancellor Palpatine is requesting our services to protect her. I don’t know if I will be home tonight or not, so don’t make dinner for myself or Anakin. I love you, Skywalker. May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan.”
I looked up from the pad. So Padme had remained a public figure after all. I wondered if Anakin still had dreams and thoughts about her; I knew that he had recently been having a lot of nightmares about mom, and it seemed almost nightly that I was beside him, trying to assure him they weren’t true. I sighed. I really didn’t want to be tangled up in politics…living with Obi-Wan for ten years had soured me on the politics of the Republic; besides I had seen enough to know enough. I set the pad down, deleting the message as I did so. Any message I ever received from Obi-Wan was immediately destroyed so as not to alert anyone to our relationship. I turned back to the filing I was doing, wondering why Padme would need Obi-Wan and Anakin’s protection. I mean, wouldn’t she have her own security protection? When my shift was over, I had nearly finished filing away all the old data that was on my desk, though at least another two hours’ work was waiting for me tomorrow. I bid Malee a good night and walked to my quarters.
Not really that hungry I fixed a snack and then went to bed. Little did I realize that Obi-Wan and Anakin were having a much more exciting and interesting time than I was.
I must have been asleep for several hours when I heard the shower running. I opened my eyes and looked at the chronometer. It was 4 a.m. The light was on in the fresher and I figured it was Obi-Wan. I closed my eyes until I heard the water stop running and then pulled a robe on. When Obi-Wan came out of the shower, wearing just a towel around his waist, I spoke. “I thought you’d be gone all night.”
Apparently, he had been lost in thought and jumped back into the door at the sound of my voice. “Sorry, Kenobi. I didn’t’ meant to startle you. But I have to admit, the look on your face is cute.”
He regained his composure. “I was thinking…I didn’t realize you were awake. Did I…”
“No, you didn’t wake me up. I heard the shower running.” I said nonchalantly. “Nice towel look, by the way.” He did look pretty cute standing there. He crossed his arms over his chest.
I got up and walked over to him. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and sighed. I hugged him, sensing he was tired and frustrated. His chest and arms were still damp from his shower but I didn’t’ really care. He held me for a few minutes before speaking. “Senator Amidala was nearly assassinated.”
I gasped. I knew she had almost been killed several times while Queen, but I didn’t’ think she’d still be in that much danger. “Is she all right?”
I felt him nod. “Shaken, but she is fine. We managed to chase the bounty hunter away.”
I was confused. “A bounty hunter? Why would a bounty hunter be after Padme?”
He sighed. “Money…Padme thinks that Count Dooku is behind it, but I am with the Jedi; I don’t think he is.”
“Wasn’t Dooku a Jedi?” I looked up at him.
“Was…he turned on the Order. Shame though; he was a great Jedi…he was Qui-Gon’s master.” His gaze drifted to the wall opposite us. I pulled away from him and sat down on the bed; he sat next to me.
“I sense there’s more to this than you’re saying.”
He shook his head. “I just…am puzzled about something.” He stood up and walked over to the chair that he had draped his robe over and pulled something out of the pocket, then flipped on the lights with the Force as he sat back down. “This is the something I’m puzzled about.”
Obi-Wan dropped a wicked looking dart in my hand. And I don’t mean ‘wicked’ as in awesome; I mean ‘wicked’ as in evil. “So…you’re worried about a dart?”
“This killed the bounty hunter we were after. She was about to reveal who had hired her when another bounty hunter shot this into her neck. It killed her almost instantly.” He sighed again and lay on his back. “I just wish I knew who killed her and why…well, never mind I know why they killed her; she was a liability and they didn’t want anyone to know who they were.”
I called a towel to me using the force and handed it to him. “You’ll get a wet spot on the bed, Kenobi. Dry your hair.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled and sat back up, taking the towel and drying off his hair. I tousled his hair with my fingers and he pulled me down on top of him. “Anakin told me to come home. He and Captain Typho didn’t think any more attacks would be tried tonight.”
“More like morning, Kenobi. I have a shift in three hours.” I kissed him and rolled off of him and crawled back into my side of the bed. He turned off the lights, pulled on his sleep pants, and slid in next to me, wrapping his arms around me, my head resting against his chest and under his chin. Yeah…life was good.
KathrynJanewayChakotay
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nice update skyawlker
well the ten days is appropriate for the time passed in between the updates
Aravis Kenobi
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That's true...didn't think about that, lol.
Aravis Kenobi
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The next morning…well, a few hours later, Obi-Wan left to meet with the Jedi Council about what had happened the previous night. Anakin was with him.
“Track down this bounty hunter you must, Obi-Wan” Yoda said as Anakin and Obi-Wan stood before the Council.
“More importantly, find out who he’s working for.” Mace added.
“What about Senator Amidala? She will still need protecting” Obi-wan asked.
“Handle that, your Padawan will” Yoda nodded to Anakin. Obi-Wan looked skeptically at Anakin, not sure about the Council’s decision.
“Anakin, escort the Senator back to her home planet of Naboo. She will be safer there; and don’t use registered transport, travel as refugees.” Mace told him.
“As the leader of the opposition it will be very difficult to get Senator Amidala to leave the Capital.” Anakin replied.
Yoda shook his head. “Until caught this killer is, our judgment she must respect.”
“Anakin, go to the Senate and ask Chancellor Palpatine to speak with her about this matter.” Mace said to Anakin, and he and Obi-Wan bowed. “And may the Force be with you both.”
Anakin and Obi-Wan left, each going their separate ways: Anakin went to Chancellor Palpatine with his request and Obi-Wan waited outside of the Council chambers. He was soon joined by Mace and Yoda.
“I am concerned for my Padawan; he is not ready to be given this assignment on his own yet.” Obi-Wan confided.
“The council is confident in this decision, Obi-Wan” Yoda said as he maneuvered his floating chair through the air.
Mace looked at Obi-Wan as if surprised. “The boy has exceptional skills.”
Obi-Wan shook his head slightly. “But he still has much to learn, Master. His abilities have made him…well, arrogant.”
Yoda shook his head also. “Yes, yes. It’s a flaw more and more common among Jedi. Too sure of themselves they are; even the older, more experienced ones.”
“Remember Obi-Wan, if the prophecy is true your apprentice is the only one who can bring the Force back into balance.” Mace stated.
Obi-Wan sighed. “If he follows the right path.”
“Track down this bounty hunter you must, Obi-Wan” Yoda said as Anakin and Obi-Wan stood before the Council.
“More importantly, find out who he’s working for.” Mace added.
“What about Senator Amidala? She will still need protecting” Obi-wan asked.
“Handle that, your Padawan will” Yoda nodded to Anakin. Obi-Wan looked skeptically at Anakin, not sure about the Council’s decision.
“Anakin, escort the Senator back to her home planet of Naboo. She will be safer there; and don’t use registered transport, travel as refugees.” Mace told him.
“As the leader of the opposition it will be very difficult to get Senator Amidala to leave the Capital.” Anakin replied.
Yoda shook his head. “Until caught this killer is, our judgment she must respect.”
“Anakin, go to the Senate and ask Chancellor Palpatine to speak with her about this matter.” Mace said to Anakin, and he and Obi-Wan bowed. “And may the Force be with you both.”
Anakin and Obi-Wan left, each going their separate ways: Anakin went to Chancellor Palpatine with his request and Obi-Wan waited outside of the Council chambers. He was soon joined by Mace and Yoda.
“I am concerned for my Padawan; he is not ready to be given this assignment on his own yet.” Obi-Wan confided.
“The council is confident in this decision, Obi-Wan” Yoda said as he maneuvered his floating chair through the air.
Mace looked at Obi-Wan as if surprised. “The boy has exceptional skills.”
Obi-Wan shook his head slightly. “But he still has much to learn, Master. His abilities have made him…well, arrogant.”
Yoda shook his head also. “Yes, yes. It’s a flaw more and more common among Jedi. Too sure of themselves they are; even the older, more experienced ones.”
“Remember Obi-Wan, if the prophecy is true your apprentice is the only one who can bring the Force back into balance.” Mace stated.
Obi-Wan sighed. “If he follows the right path.”