I prepared my ship to take off. The landing gear tenderly lifted off the ground and I flew it out of the atmosphere. Once in space, I entered in coordinates to the navicomputer and punched into hyperspace. I walked out of the cockpit and sat down at a small table I'd added for extra furniture. I was still curious about the other entries Obi-Wan spoke of, so I pulled the datapad out and opened the next entry.

Padme was dead. But her twins: Luke and Leia were alive. They needed care. I walked with Senator Organa and Master Yoda down one of the halls of the Senator's ship. Bail led us to his conference room. Like the rest of the ship, the majority of the colour in the room was a shade of white, as were most of the Alderaanian diplomatic vessels.

I didn't feel comfortable: I didn't want to be there. But, Yoda and Bail needed me to help make decisions, and so did Anakin's twins. We all sat and I tried to empty my mind of recent events except for Luke and Leia.

"To Naboo, send her body," Yoda began softly. "Pregnant, she must still appear." The Emperor will be watching Padme's funeral closely. He knew how close she and the Order were... "Hidden, safe, the children must be kept."

Bail and I nodded in agreement. "Someplace the Sith will not sense their presence," I said absentmindedly.

"Split up, they should be," Yoda continued.

Bail stood. Obviously, he was uncomfortable with sitting and discussing this. "My wife and I will take the girl. We've always talked of adopting a baby girl. She will be loved with us." He seemed to have a permanently sad look on his face.

"What about the boy?" I asked.

Yoda mused quickly. "To Tatooine. To his family, send him."

I winced, remembering the harsh conditions of the desert planet. It would be a good training planet for a Jedi, but a childhood? Of course, the Hutts would keep their distance from the Empire and not many people went there unless absolutely necessary. "I will take the child there and watch over him." I looked at Yoda uneasily. "Master Yoda, do you think Anakin's twins will be able to defeat Darth Sidious?"

"Strong the Force runs, in the Skywalker line. Only hope, we can." He looked up at Bail. "Done then, it is. Until the time is right, disappear we will."

Bail nodded and left the room. I stood as well, but Yoda stopped me. "Wait a moment, Master Kenobi."

I turned respectfully toward him. "Yes, Master?"

"In your solitude on Tatooine, training I have for you."

I frowned. "Training?"

"An old friend has learned the path to immortality – your old Master, Qui-Gon Jinn," Yoda smiled.

I stood and stared. "Qui-Gon? But-but...how?"

"The secrets of the Ancient Order of the Whills, he studied. How to commune with him, I will teach you."

I blinked. "I will be able to talk with him?"

"How to join the Force, he will train you. Your consciousness you will retain, when one with the Force. Even your physical self, perhaps," Yoda nodded.

I felt some of the pain I'd been carrying since that day on Naboo all those years ago lift with Yoda's words. How ironic that we should discover this power now, when the Jedi are no more... I heard the thin wail of an infant down the hall and almost smiled. That cry was the hope for the future and for my brother. That cry was the future of the Jedi Order.

Afterwards, Yoda and I watched Padme's funeral from Bail's starship. It was as close as we dared to be, with the Emperor and his new minion watching closely. Padme's family, the current queen, advisors, military, almost all of Theed came out to honour her. She was a unique and life-changing individual.

Bail then took off after the funeral, setting his starship on a course to Alderaan. Under the Emperor's nose, two escape pods were flung in opposite directions from Bail's vessel. In one, sat Master Yoda en route to the swampy world of Dagobah to await his last student.

In the other, I carried the wailing baby Luke to Tatooine to meet his aunt and uncle. Bail took with him, Padme and Anakin's baby daughter and Luke's sister, and the two droids: C-3P0 and R2-D2.

I sold the escape pod to cover my tracks and rented a speeder bike to drive out to the Lars' homestead. Owen Lars was standing on a dune a little way away from the homestead. His wife, Beru walked up the stairs and then saw me. She looked up at me with a confused look.

Her mouth opened to ask, but I moved closer and she saw Luke in my arms. Her eyes softened, but the questioning look remained in her eyes. There was no sign of the man Anakin claimed married his mother. I held Luke out for her. "Your nephew, Luke Skywalker."

She nodded and took him from my arms. Luke gurgled and looked up at his aunt with a puzzled look. I hid my smile and turned away. She looked back up to ask a question, but I was already walking away.

Beru looked back down at the little baby boy in her arms and wiggled her finger over his nose as she walked towards her husband. He looked over at her and at Luke nonchalantly. She said something and he nodded. She moved under his arm and they looked out together over the Dune Sea.

I walked back to my speeder bike and climbed on it. I took one last look at Owen, Beru and Luke before I headed off to find my home for the next nineteen years.

I had no idea my mother had been so charismatic. She must have been a wonderful person to have that kind of support. I sat there for quite a while. Before I knew it, my ship was signalling that I was approaching my destination. I stood and headed to the cockpit. Once again, Obi-Wan's words revisited my mind as I prepared to pull the ship out of hyperspace.

"Padme was dead...To Naboo, send her body...My wife and I will take the girl...To Tatooine...To his family, send him...A unique and life-changing individual...one escape pod to Dagobah...one to Tatooine...Your nephew, Luke Skywalker...nineteen years..."

Obi-Wan had watched over me for nineteen years. He lived on that sandbox of a planet to protect me. He endangered his own life for me. Shaking those thoughts from my head, I pulled my ship out of hyperspace.

As I flew into the atmosphere, a few words Obi-Wan once said needled their way into my mind: "You must do what you feel is right, of course." At the time he said it, I thought he was playing the 'disappointed but wise old man' card on me. It was only after his death that I realised they meant so much more...