The Chosen as Swain. By kondoru

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Thanks to JP for Betaing.

Um, this story is about You-know-what, or failed You-know-what If you wanted something detailed, then I'm sorry, this isn't for you. You have been warned.


Part Two; Qui-gon's Tradition.

"Since you now have a Padawan I think it's time you got her experienced." Obi-wan said casually a few days after their return from Tatooine.

"Uh?" Anakin looked up from the engine he was dismantling all over the living room floor.

"Qui-gon said it was always good to get adolescent's some experience in, ah, shall we say, the more physical side of emotions, -if we make a fuss and tell them it's forbidden, then curious youngsters will develop an unwholesome interest in a matter that is not mysterious at all."

"Oh."

"If physical love is treated as something normal, there's less of a chance of straying."

Anakin frowned, his scarred brows creasing. "Sounds like Sith talk to me." He grunted. He was started to get worried. Obi-wan was the most staid Jedi ever, -he was a safe stabiliser for Anakin. However he had inherited loads of slightly wild ideas from Qui-gon, Nut Job of the Force.

Now Obi-wan was about to inflict Qui-gon's ideas about sex on an innocent youngling.

It was Obi-wans turn to frown. "Do you want Ashoka to come to harm? I have it all arranged with a respectable brothel, -got her booked in with a nice couple of Twi-lek guys, -they have done this for Padawans before, - very gentle. She will have a pleasant evening with nothing to frighten her."

Anakin is saying "what the..." under his breath. However all he can say is "Let's see what she thinks first. Snips, is after all, very young. She is barely in her teens and still attends class."

Obi-wan claps a hand on his ex-Padawans brawny shoulder. "Ashoka has been in battle, -against Ventress and Magnaguards, after all. "

It had been a rather tough mission for even an experienced Knight. Ashoka had come through with no more than cuts and bruises…And an overinflated Ego. Anakin had given her the humility lecture several times over the past two days.

"And don't forget; Ashoka went to Shili before she came to you…Her final test as a youngling."

"What was that?" Anakin tightened another nut.

"She fought and killed her Akul. All Togruta have to do it as a rite to adulthood. She's a woman now."

"An Akul." There had been pictures of such beasts in the Guide. It looked like something the Geonosians would be delighted to host in their arenas. He still had nightmares over his ordeal on that planet. Padme and Obi-wan just laughed it off as more diplomatic shenanigans gone awry into aggressive negotiations.

They didn't seem to care that over two hundred Jedi had dropped into the arena to save their sorry hides…And about fifty walked out.

"She is very brave…" He muttered. Anakin himself had managed to cunningly evade Obi-wans attempts to get him laid. (He couldn't imagine that stuffy old fool as regarding Qui-gon's little ritual as anything more than a slight glitch in his relationship free existence).

He had lived a happy celibate life until he had met Padme again…And realised he loved her.

Ah, Padme.

She who had snagged a Jedi Knight as a trophy husband.

And he was just that.

He owned nothing apart from his clothes, his lightsabres, and Threepio.

Anakin didn't even own himself; He belonged in the Temple. In his heart he knew he had merely traded one Master for another.

(Who was it who had planned on finding both his and his mother's slave trackers and getting them out? Both of them possessed useful skills they could have traded for passage off planet. Manumission, ironically had led to Shmis death…Qui-gon had removed Anakins slave tracker…An event that should have been one of jubilation. But he had remained oddly unmoved. Anakin smiled to himself sadly. If he had remained a slave then Padme with her immense wealth could have bought him and set him free. He doubted the Jedi Council would be at all impressed by material goods in return for their most promising young Knight).

They had married in secret behind both the Temples and her families back. She had traded honour for love. The Naberries rather liked Anakin…Their high opinion of him might fade once they realised he had poached their best daughter. (Though really it was the other way around).

Anakin knew he was lucky, in spite of the fact he knew that their love would jeopardise both of their careers should it become public. He did not deserve that. (Or her). Yet, he still loved her.

He would tear apart the Galaxy for her.


Ashoka, villain that she is, is delighted when Obi-wan announces his nefarious intentions when she comes in from class.

"It sounds so exciting!" She squees in depraved schoolgirl tones. "I think it's a great idea! Thank you, Obi-wan!" And she gives that individual a Wookie hug.

She turned to Anakin who isn't sharing in her jubilation. "So, are you coming? I'm sure we can find you something to do." Ashoka offered. (She had manners).

Anakin managed not to hit his Padawan one. "I am washing my hair tonight." He announced grandly.


Anakin washes his hair.

Anakin rinses his hair.

Anakin puts conditioner on his hair.

Anakin rinses his hair again.

Anakin blow dries his hair.

Anakin now has unwholesomely frizzy hair.

He settles down to crackers and cheese. He shouldn't be waiting up...But he does. It's a Space wreck sort of thing.

He is seriously worried that poor Ashoka would have been exposed to a bit too much. Twi-leks! Yes, ok, they were the go-to people if you wanted to get laid…Twi-leks were notorious hedonists and sexual enthusiasts…But they were rather too imaginative and well endowed…Anakin blushed hotly at the last thought.

Wouldn't a human be better? Someone from the Temple? Or, far more sensible, -another Togruta? Aside from the fairly obvious biological matters, Anakin knows there are no male Togruta in the Temple. All Force users of that race are females.

(Come now, Anakin? Are you having improper thoughts about that stripy montralled little fiend? Or maybe Obi-wan should be servicing his GrandPadawan since it was his Great Idea?)

Anakin took a light nap.


Well after midnight, Obi-wan and Ashoka come in, rather too loudly for such a late hour.

"Don't wake up the neighbour's!" growls our Hero. (Next door both sides are both single Jedi.)

Ashoka, as usual is bouncy. You would think the strenuous events of the evening would have tired her out, but no…

She has a big smile all over her birthmarked face. Her Master is dreading this.

"So, did you enjoy yourself?" Anakin asks wearily, hoping desperately this was not inviting his Padawan to a blow by blow account of her evening. He really did not want to know the intimate details.

"Had a fantastic time." She gave him a look that suggested she was wondering if he did want the full report. "I assume Obi-wan took you when you were my age?" She asked winsomely.

"I don't remember it," Anakin lied through his teeth. "I saved you some crackers." He pointed to the plate in an attempt to distract her with food. (Easily done with Padawans).

Ashoka picks one up and begins chewing, her sharp teeth making short work of the biscuit. "I had a great time...Almost as good as with the Clones."

Anakin chokes on his cracker.