Title: The Choice

Rating: R or whatever the new rating system is. Fuck the new rating system, I do what I want. Bitch.

Author's Note: Okay, I've been giving this story some serious thought for a few years, and it sucks. I wrote it when I was thirteen and didn't know shit about shit. This story deserves to be so much better than it is. Think of this as a remake of the old one, only the writing is much better, the characters are more mature and Saturn actually knows a thing or two about the sex stuff.

The point being is that I want to rewrite this story the way I wanted it to be written originally, but I sucked at writing and now I don't. So here we go. I'm turning into George Lucas, but fuck him because most of Episode III was lame. You know, aside from Obi-Wan being damn sexy, all the Obidala hints and the fact that Anakin got his other arm and both legs cut off and then got set on fire. Yes, I am sadistic, yes I hate Anakin. Whatever.

Anyways, Star Wars is not mine. Tragically. Because if it was, I'd be in it and I'd give it another reason to be PG-13 that doesn't have to do with killing kids. :) Obi-Wan's not mine either. If he was I'd be a very happy little girl. Aleena and her cohorts are mine.

Any more questions?

P.S. Blade Celebare, if you're still around, you're gonna love me for this chapter, I swear.

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Chapter 1

Obi-Wan Kenobi was handsome young man of about nineteen years of age. He had short sandy brown hair that was shaved and pulled into a small ponytail in the back of his head. A single long braid fell across his shoulder with colored bands signifying what levels of training had been completed. Other Padawans his age had already taken and passed the trials to become a Jedi Knight. His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, felt there were obstacles in Obi-Wan's head keeping him from his full potential, one being the fact that he had started becoming more attached to people than he probably should.

Qui-Gon had noticed his behavior, which included frequent late-night outings to visit the same woman. It was generally said that when Jedi participated in such outings that they could not stay with one person for so long. Obi-Wan had been seeing the same girl for several months. It was time for something to be done.

Obi-Wan stood patiently outside the Council chamber waiting for his Master to summon him. He did not understand why everyone was getting so worked up over a little sex. Okay, a lot of sex with a very wealthy, respected and much older woman who had made Obi-Wan her toy. Obi-Wan shrugged it off. He was having plenty of sex with other women as well, not just when the woman's husband was away on business.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair, thinking about all the different women he had been with. It really wasn't his fault so many women found him attractive, particularly Lady Celebare. She had approached him in a bar one night several months ago, and who was he to pass up opportunity? It wasn't until several weeks later he found out that she was married and ten years older than he was. He had just shrugged it off. Great sex was great sex, but the members on the Council probably hadn't had sex in years, and it wasn't his fault they'd forgotten what it was like.

Besides, he didn't like her that much. At least not to the point where he'd give up everything for her…

"I think…" he muttered to himself.

A door suddenly opened and his master walked out. "We're going on a mission later this week," he said smugly.

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Aleena Tarlana was humming happily to herself, standing on her balcony far away on the planet of Kaaleita. She was staying in the huge estate of a wealthy friend, who, aside from having procured most of her money illegally, was quite generous to let her stay. Aleena was eighteen, with long, dark curls that were a strange mix of brown and purple. She was dressed casually, wearing a short black dress with pleats and long bell sleeves. Her curls were pulled back away from her face in two looped braids with tiny braids woven throughout her hair. Her skin was glowing radiantly under the setting sun, and she stared as the normally pale lavender sky began to darken. She looked down out over the estate, watching as the gardener began picking up his tools and heading inside for the day.

The weather was too hot for her formal Jedi attire, and she had a great dislike for traditional robes anyway. If it were up to her she'd wear short dresses and heels all the time. Unfortunately, Mace Windu "refused to let that clothing be worn around the Temple as long as he was on the Council."

Mace is such a prick, she thought to herself as she stretched out her arms high above her head and yawned. She stepped back from the balcony and lifted a leg up, balancing perfectly on one very skinny, very high heeled shoe. She hoped they didn't make her go back to the Temple anytime soon. Her master had just been murdered and she had been sent back to Kaaleita the second she had finished her trials. Aleena had always thought it strange that she hadn't lived at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for more than a month at a time since she was six. She had always lived on Kaaleita and trained with Keera Gani, her master, so she was happy to be back on the planet she truly called home.

She put her leg down and balanced on the other for awhile. A sudden static noise coming from her room startled Aleena and she promptly fell over. She swore loudly and looked up to see a projection of Yoda watching her serenely from across the room. She let out a squeak and jumped up, hurrying over to the projector. She bowed quickly.

"Hello, Master," she said pleasantly. Yoda smiled.

"Good to see you, it is, Master Tarlana," came the answer. Aleena cringed.

"Master, if you don't mind me asking, could you please say 'Mistress' instead?"

"Ah, like your master you are. Believe in that old rule as well, do you?"

"Yes sir."

"Worried I would be, if you didn't."

Aleena smiled. "Thank you, Master Yoda."

"A mission for you, we have. Complicated, it is. Coming to explain it all to you, Master Windu is."

Aleena raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't he just call me?" she asked.

"Find out later, you will. Tomorrow morning, there he will be." The hologram vanished.

"That was a little random," she said to herself. "I wonder what I've done this time."