17 BBY
2 years later, Obi-Wan handed his daughter a puzzle, one that could only be solved using the Force. Even though he could feel her connection with the Force and had seen it when she threw temper tantrums, the only way to teach her was when she started learning to consciously use it.
Kaleena was 3 years old, smart and capable, an obvious quick learner, but she was stubborn and didn't want to listen. It was hard to teach her, but Obi-Wan was patient, for he used to be just as stubborn and unteachable. It took little time for her to finish the puzzle. There was nothing inside of it, it was too old to hold anything knew, but she learned how to calm her mind when using the Force, and that was even more important.
After that the young girl progressed quickly, learning how to utilize the Force easily, yet at the same time she became more and more impatient. Despite her immaturity, she was kind to anyone she met. However, she could never connect with animals through the Force, not that there were many animal options on Tatoooine. Obi-Wan knew that many Jedi couldn't do so, so he moved on in her training.
One day, when Kaleena was 4, they were taking a break and she was sitting on her father's lap. The girl's big brown eyes looked into her dad's blue eyes and asked a question that made him freeze up. "What was Mom like? You don't talk 'bout her."
Obi-Wan looked down at his daughter and saw so much of the woman he loved. "She was very beautiful, kind, and quiet. Very loyal." His usually calm voice was quieter than usual, but filled with adoration.
Kaleena noticed the slight change and took advantage of it. "How did you meet?" she questioned.
"We met on a planet called Naboo," he replied. "She served as a handmaiden to the queen of Naboo."
"What's a handmaiden?" Sometimes Obi-Wan forgot just how young his daughter was and how much she still didn't know.
"A handmaiden is similar to a servant," he explained. Kaleena grimaced. She knew what a servant was. She had seen many on her short time on Tatooine and knew they were basically akin to slaves, at least on the desert planet. "No, no. Handmaidens are very loyal. They serve and protect. And they are always a friend."
"Did she like being a handmaiden?"
Obi-Wan smiled and ran his hand through her dark hair, messing with the small braid hanging behind her ear that was tied with the cord he found shortly after they had arrived on Tatooine. "Yes, she did. The queen's name was Padmé Amidala. They were very close friends. You see, we met when some bad people were trying to harm the queen and the people of Naboo. My master and I were sent to help and we aided in getting the queen and a few others, including your mother, off of the planet."
He had never told anyone the story, but it somehow felt right to tell it now. "Where did you go?" Kaleena pressed.
"We went to Tatooine."
Kaleena gasped. "We're on Tatooine!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, good, young one. Very good," he praised.
"Then what happened?" The youngling was excited to finally hear more about her dad's past and her mom, she was practically jumping.
"I was repairing the ship we were in while her queen and my master went to get parts since the ship was too damaged to leave. Your mother was walking around and came across me trying to fix the ship, and we started talking. We talked a few times before we were able to travel to Coruscant."
"Coruscant is the capital, right?"
Obi-Wan smiled in support. "Yes."
"Did you like her when you met her?"
The former Jedi smiled fondly at her innocent question. "Very much, but Jedi aren't allowed to love."
Kaleena crossed her arms and frowned indignantly. "That's dumb. Why can't we love?"
"Because we can be distracted and hurt by the ones we love. But I still broke the code by loving your mother. Love is worth it."
Kaleena looked up at him and asked, "You love me right?"
"I love you just as much as I still love your mother."
The girl's eyes widened. "You still love her?"
Obi-Wan chuckled a little at her shocked voice. "Yes, I do."
"You miss her?" she pressed on.
"Every day," Obi-Wan cemented.
The young girl sighed and leaned against her father. "I wish I met her," she proclaimed.
The old Jedi gaze out the window with sad eyes, holding his daughter close. "I wish you had, too. She was an amazing woman. Just as you will be."
13 BBY
Kaleena's training continued. Soon she began learning specifics about the Jedi Order, like the code, what they valued, and how to wield a lightsaber. And she excelled, absorbing information like a sponge.
The seven year old girl crawled out of the cellar, her personal room, after she finished her morning meditation. She didn't like doing it, but Obi-Wan had refused to teach her new things if she didn't meditate. It was the only thing that got her to do so. And Obi-Wan always knew when she didn't do her daily meditation. "What are we going to learn about today?" she asked as she sat at the dining table.
"Today," Obi-Wan began as he set a plate of food in front of his daughter, "you are learning the different paths a Jedi can take. There are three. Guardian, Consular, and Sentinel."
Kaleena swallowed a bite of meat and asked, "Which one are you?"
"I'm a Jedi Guardian. Guardians focus mainly on combat and lightsaber techniques; however, many Jedi Guardians are incredibly strong with the Force, to the degree of Jedi Consulars, for example, myself. Vice versa, Consulars can do extremely well in lightsaber combat that they can rival Guardians, like Master Yoda."
She nodded as she continued eating, taking in the information as well as food. "What about Sentinels?"
"Jedi Sentinels are a balance of combat and Force ability. Finish up eating and then we'll continue." The budding Jedi quickly ate and joined her father on the floor in the middle of the room. The both folded their legs and sat up straight.
"Now, Guardians were the Republic's first line of defense. We are warriors. Our main skills and talents are in battle." Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair as he remembered what he was taught. "Once there was a time when lightsaber colors signified which branch you represent. Guardians were blue for solidarity. Grand Master Windu was once a Jedi Guardian like myself. There are also a number of specialized paths Guardians can take. Exotic Weapons Specialists, Lightsaber Instructors, Aces, and Peacekeepers."
Kaleena's eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and understanding. "I understand the others, but what are Jedi Aces?"
"They're pilots."
"Oh," Kaleena drawled out. "Now it makes sense."
Obi-Wan chuckled in slight amusement. "Anyway, Jedi Consulars focus mainly on Force skills. They seek diplomatic measures and usually refrain from drawing their weapon, yet they still could hold their own in combat; however, it's always a last resort. Their lightsabers were usually green. Like I said before, Master Yoda is a Jedi Consular. The different paths for Consulars to take are to become Ambassadors, Artisans, Diplomats, Healers, Lore Keepers, Researchers, and Seers."
"Is that what your old master was?" Kaleena inquired.
The master shook his head. "No, he was a Guardian, but he did seem like a Consular at times. Lastly, a Jedi Sentinel is for Jedi who want a balance between the other two. They blended both schools of teaching with non-Force skills such as with computers, stealth, and repairs. Sentinels were rare, and typically had a yellow lightsaber which they barely lit. Their paths include becoming Investigators, Recruiters, Shadows, and Watchmen."
"What do you think I'll be?" Kaleena asked.
Obi-Wan leaned forward and rested a hand on her shoulder. He then said, "That is something only you can decide. Whether you want to fight, negotiate, or use stealth, I'll be proud. Although, I do think with your personality that you're best suited for fighting."
Kaleena grinned with satisfaction, but her questions weren't over. "Why did people stop practicing the colors?"
He waved his hand, brushing off the comment. "Many reasons. Padawans had the same color blade as their master, but ended up going down a different path. Yellow crystals were harder to find. Some did not want a certain color. Sometimes crystals of other colors were found depending on where they went. Master Windu, for example, had a purple blade."
"Cool!" Oh, the innocence of a child.
"Someday you'll be constructing your own lightsaber and the Force will guide you to your own crystal. But for now, why don't you start with your exercises, hm?"
"Yes, sir." Kaleena rose from the floor and grabbed the old lightsaber her father gave her for training purposes and a training droid, taking both down to the cellar to practice.