Author's Note: This takes place during TPM. Eventually, it will go into
AOTC, but for now, it won't. This begins when Qui-Gon, Obi-Won, and the
rest of the ship and crew land on Tattoine. Instead of Obi-Wan staying
with the ship, he went with Qui-Gon. Some new characters will be added and
many of the words in the conversations will be changed as well. And a lot
of things that weren't in the originals will be in this story. Also, it is
assumed that Obi-Wan is 22. The characters in the original movie won't be
described in detail since most or all of you have seen TPM and AOTC. This
fan fiction is mine, please ask me before using it. Thanks! All of the
original Star Wars people, places, ideas, etc. belong to George Lucas and I
have made no money off of this fanfiction. Oh and Velvet, thanks for your
review. I really appreciate it!
18 years later, a young nine-year-old boy invites Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme, Jar-Jar, and R2D2 into his small home on Tattoine. Little does he know that this small event will change the future of many galaxies.
Chapter One: "Mom, Kat, I'm home," Anakin said walking into his house. An 18-year-old female was sitting at the table, fixing part of the upcoming dinner. She pushed her just-above-shoulder length, brown hair behind her ears. Her natural butterscotch streaks glimmered in the light. Her name was Kat. She was of average height and had a slim stomach. Kat's hazel-green eyes had a calm shimmer to them. Kat was wearing a long, maroon skirt and a long sleeved, cream top. The outfit was somewhat form fitting and Kat made it look good. "Hey, Anakin," Kat said. Her fears melted away at the sight of the nine-year-old. She had been worried that Anakin wouldn't get home before the sandstorm started. "Who are your friends". She looked each one up and down and let her eyes linger a bit when she saw Obi-Wan. Anakin introduced each of them. "This is Jar Jar, Padme, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan." Shmi Skywalker walked in just in time to here the introductions. "Mom, these are my new friends. Can they stay for dinner? Please?" the boy asked. Padme smiled at him and Kat took note of this. Shmi glanced at Kat and sent her the question. Kat was the family's cook and all food-related questions went straight to her. The food had been plentiful that year and there was plenty to go around. Kat gave Shmi a nod. "All right Anakin." Shmi turned to Qui-Gon. "How long will your stay with us be?" she asked in a kind way. "Our ship broke down on the outskirts and we are trying to acquire the needed parts." The two left the room discussing the matter. Anakin walked over to Padme. "Come on, I want to show you the protocol droid I'm building for mom." The two left, followed by an interested Jar-Jar and Artoo. Obi-Won and Kat were left alone in the room. Obi-Wan cleared his throat. He was a little nervous, though he didn't know why. "Would you like help preparing the dinner?" he asked Kat. She smiled at him. "Sure." The two sat down and began peeling some beans. "So what are you doing all the way out here?" She asked. "What do you mean?" Obi-Wan said, trying to fool her into thinking they lived close. "I mean, why would a Jedi be all the way on Tattoine? Which isn't even part of the Republic?" Obi-Wan was surprised but tried to hide it. "What do you mean Jedi?" "I can sense you are a Jedi. I don't know how. I can sort of feel something special about you. No use trying to hide it." Kat could sense a strong connection between this man and The Force. Obi-Wan could see there was no fooling Kat. "We are trying to get to Coruscant. One of our ship's parts is no longer working. It wouldn't be so difficult to obtain it if we had something other than Republic credits." "Yeah. No one around here wants those." "Is there a way to come by the part we need without using money?" "Only advice I can give you is gamble. If you have anything you can gamble with, do it. I might even be able to help you out." "How?" "Well, I can get you a rendezvous with some of the gamblers without having to go through their protectors." "How can you do this? How will you find them?" "They will find me. This is kind of embarrassing but many of them have asked me to become one of their 'servants'. I told them no of course." "Why would anyone want to be a servant?" "It would make enough money to free Shmi and Ani." Kat gave a shrug and continued peeling the goosta beans. Obi-Wan picked up one of the five- inch, lavender beans and pealed the unnecessary skin away, revealing ten huge beans. "How could one servant free another?" "Oh. Well," Kat realized that Obi-Wan didn't understand the kind of servant she meant. Kat began to blush a little and decided not to tell him. The last thing she needed was someone thinking she wanted the jobs that Sebulba, Sownikor, and the others had been offering her. Kat shivered when she thought of being their prostitute. Obi-Wan looked at her worriedly. "Are you sick?" He asked concerned. "No," Kat replied, smiling kindly. 'Not physically anyway' she thought to herself. "Excuse me?" Obi-Wan asked, hearing her thoughts. "What?" "You said you weren't physically sick. What did you mean?" Kat tensed up when she realized her mistake. No one, except Anakin and Shmi, knew even a small portion of her true past. She wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. Kat pretended to be confused. "How could you. That's not possible. I said that in my mind Obi-Wan. How could you have possibly heard that?" "Was it something you were thinking you would like to say to me?" "Yes, but how in the universe could you have heard me?" "Telepathy is a Jedi characteristic. I will talk to Qui-Gon about it later." Kat's heart pounded. She tried to think of some excuse to as why she could use telepathy but she could not think of one. Kat hoped that no one would discover what she had gone through in the past and what her heritage was. Obi-Wan decided to have a talk with Qui-Gon about it later, but what Kat had said bothered him. "What do you mean 'your not physically sick'? Are you mentally ill?" Kat almost laughed. "No, not by a long shot. I'm sick of the. well, offers I have been given." She waited, dreading his reply. "What kind of offers?" Obi-Wan asked, curious. Kat took a deep breath and looked down. "Offers to be a prostitute." She bit her lower lip, waiting for his reaction of disgust. Obi-Wan jerked back in disbelief. "What? Why have you been given such offers?" "Because of my form. People think that is all I am capable of being good at. Time after time I refuse, but they keep on asking". Kat's anger rose and she jumped out of her seat, banging her fist on the table. The beans bounced up it the metal bowl. "I have so much more to offer! So much more I can do. Yet no one cares. All those scoundrels think about is what you look like and how well you can." Kat trailed off, unable to finish. She brought her hands up to her face and resisted the urge to scream. Obi-Wan sensed Kat needed comfort. He got up and wrapped his strong arms around her gently. Kat turned around, dropped her hands, and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I should have controlled my temper. I just." she looked down in embarrassment. Obi-Wan took his right hand and tipped her face up toward him so that she would meet his gaze. Kat looked at him timidly. "Its perfectly normal, Kat. Don't worry about it. Let your anger flow through you and then release it. There is nothing else you can do." Kat smiled at him and Obi-Wan felt his heart skip a beat. He adored her smile. "Thank you Obi-Wan." "You're welcome," he said, giving her hand a gentle and warm squeeze. An hour later, the seven were eating dinner. A conversation about Ani's pod racing was the topic of discussion but Kat didn't pay attention to it. Her thoughts were focused on Obi-Wan and how he had heard her thoughts. And more importantly, how comforting his words and actions were. Obi-Wan was thinking the same thing and stole many glances at Kat during the meal. Qui-Gon eyed him suspiciously and made a note of it to talk to his Padawan after dinner. When Kat and Obi-Wan finally joined the conversation Ani and his mother were debating whether he could race in the Boonta Eve race. "Anakin," Shmi said, not wanting to risk her son's life. "Your mother's right," Qui-Gon said. He turned to Shmi. "Is there anyone friendly to the Republic who can help us?" "No." There was silence for a moment. "Mom, you said the biggest problem in this universe is that no one helps each other," Anakin pointed out. "Ani, racing is dangerous," Kat added. "But I know you can do it. Shmi, please, I know you don't like seeing him race. I would do it for him, but I've never attempted it before. We all know Anakin can do it." Anakin smiled at Kat. If anyone could get Shmi to change her mind it was her. Not only was Shmi like a second mother to Kat, they were great friends as well. Often Shmi's mind had been changed due to Kat's opinion. "I'm sure Qui-Gon doesn't want to put your son in any danger. We'll find some other way," Padme said. "No, there is no other way. I may not like it but he can help you." Shmi smiled affectionately at her son. "He was meant to help you." Anakin smiled back at his mother. Qui-Gon glanced at Obi-Wan. Both were deep in thought. Eventually, Qui- Gon nodded. "All right," he said. After dinner ended, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked out onto the servants' balcony. The night air was warm. The two Jedi stood silent for a few minutes. Obi-Wan spoke first. "I think Kat has Jedi instincts. She was thinking something in her mind that was directed to me and I heard it. Kat was as surprised as I was. She also sensed I was a Jedi. As a matter of fact, didn't Anakin sense the same thing Kat did? Do you think it runs in their family?" "It can't run in their family because they aren't a blood family. Kat's parents died nine years ago, when she was nine. A month later she moved here with Shmi, but she isn't a slave. Though she is a part of their family now, it can't be something Anakin and Kat share by blood." "Then why do they both show Jedi traits? It is rare that two Jedi are found so close together at the same time." "I don't know. But I think we should observe them more carefully and see if Jedi traits become obvious." "Yes, Master." "Another thing, I see the way you two look at each other from time to time. Is there something you want to tell me?" "It is nothing, Master." Obi-Wan looked away, embarrassed. Qui-Gon eyed his padawan suspiciously. "It is something, Obi-Wan. Do you have feelings for Kat? Tell me the truth." Obi-Wan's nervousness and embarrassment melted as he used The Force to give him boldness. "Yes, I do." "You do know that Jedi's must not attach themselves to people and must not be possessive." "I know, Master. And I won't be, but the Jedi laws do not say we can't have feelings. I have feelings for Kat and there is no law against caring." "All right, just don't get attached or possessive." Obi-Wan was shocked. "You're not going to tell me I can't have feelings toward Kat?" "No, Obi-Wan. As long as you violate no Jedi laws, I will not stop your from caring for Kat." "Thank you, Master." "Your welcome. I do trust your judgment, my Padawan. One more matter we must discuss. Shmi and I talked and since Anakin will be in the race, Shmi knows Kat will want to come and see him race. She knows about the 'offers' Kat has been given, and I assume you know too." Obi-Wan nodded his head and had a look of dislike on his face. "I cannot believe those men, if that is the proper name for them, offered her such a job." "I agree, Obi-Won, but control your anger. Men on this planet are less likely to try and force this job upon Kat if a man accompanies her. Shmi asked me to see if you would accompany Kat to the Boonta Eve race. If she were to go somewhere, you would have to follow. I hope its fine with you that I told Shmi you would?" "Yes, Master. That is fine." "Good. It is getting late and we have a long day tomorrow. Go on and get some rest." "Good night, Master." "Good night." Obi-Wan retired for the night. His dreams consisted, not of the nightmares of death he had recently, but of him and Kat. Obi-Wan's dreamed of what life would be like if Kat were to leave with him and Qui-Gon.
18 years later, a young nine-year-old boy invites Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme, Jar-Jar, and R2D2 into his small home on Tattoine. Little does he know that this small event will change the future of many galaxies.
Chapter One: "Mom, Kat, I'm home," Anakin said walking into his house. An 18-year-old female was sitting at the table, fixing part of the upcoming dinner. She pushed her just-above-shoulder length, brown hair behind her ears. Her natural butterscotch streaks glimmered in the light. Her name was Kat. She was of average height and had a slim stomach. Kat's hazel-green eyes had a calm shimmer to them. Kat was wearing a long, maroon skirt and a long sleeved, cream top. The outfit was somewhat form fitting and Kat made it look good. "Hey, Anakin," Kat said. Her fears melted away at the sight of the nine-year-old. She had been worried that Anakin wouldn't get home before the sandstorm started. "Who are your friends". She looked each one up and down and let her eyes linger a bit when she saw Obi-Wan. Anakin introduced each of them. "This is Jar Jar, Padme, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan." Shmi Skywalker walked in just in time to here the introductions. "Mom, these are my new friends. Can they stay for dinner? Please?" the boy asked. Padme smiled at him and Kat took note of this. Shmi glanced at Kat and sent her the question. Kat was the family's cook and all food-related questions went straight to her. The food had been plentiful that year and there was plenty to go around. Kat gave Shmi a nod. "All right Anakin." Shmi turned to Qui-Gon. "How long will your stay with us be?" she asked in a kind way. "Our ship broke down on the outskirts and we are trying to acquire the needed parts." The two left the room discussing the matter. Anakin walked over to Padme. "Come on, I want to show you the protocol droid I'm building for mom." The two left, followed by an interested Jar-Jar and Artoo. Obi-Won and Kat were left alone in the room. Obi-Wan cleared his throat. He was a little nervous, though he didn't know why. "Would you like help preparing the dinner?" he asked Kat. She smiled at him. "Sure." The two sat down and began peeling some beans. "So what are you doing all the way out here?" She asked. "What do you mean?" Obi-Wan said, trying to fool her into thinking they lived close. "I mean, why would a Jedi be all the way on Tattoine? Which isn't even part of the Republic?" Obi-Wan was surprised but tried to hide it. "What do you mean Jedi?" "I can sense you are a Jedi. I don't know how. I can sort of feel something special about you. No use trying to hide it." Kat could sense a strong connection between this man and The Force. Obi-Wan could see there was no fooling Kat. "We are trying to get to Coruscant. One of our ship's parts is no longer working. It wouldn't be so difficult to obtain it if we had something other than Republic credits." "Yeah. No one around here wants those." "Is there a way to come by the part we need without using money?" "Only advice I can give you is gamble. If you have anything you can gamble with, do it. I might even be able to help you out." "How?" "Well, I can get you a rendezvous with some of the gamblers without having to go through their protectors." "How can you do this? How will you find them?" "They will find me. This is kind of embarrassing but many of them have asked me to become one of their 'servants'. I told them no of course." "Why would anyone want to be a servant?" "It would make enough money to free Shmi and Ani." Kat gave a shrug and continued peeling the goosta beans. Obi-Wan picked up one of the five- inch, lavender beans and pealed the unnecessary skin away, revealing ten huge beans. "How could one servant free another?" "Oh. Well," Kat realized that Obi-Wan didn't understand the kind of servant she meant. Kat began to blush a little and decided not to tell him. The last thing she needed was someone thinking she wanted the jobs that Sebulba, Sownikor, and the others had been offering her. Kat shivered when she thought of being their prostitute. Obi-Wan looked at her worriedly. "Are you sick?" He asked concerned. "No," Kat replied, smiling kindly. 'Not physically anyway' she thought to herself. "Excuse me?" Obi-Wan asked, hearing her thoughts. "What?" "You said you weren't physically sick. What did you mean?" Kat tensed up when she realized her mistake. No one, except Anakin and Shmi, knew even a small portion of her true past. She wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. Kat pretended to be confused. "How could you. That's not possible. I said that in my mind Obi-Wan. How could you have possibly heard that?" "Was it something you were thinking you would like to say to me?" "Yes, but how in the universe could you have heard me?" "Telepathy is a Jedi characteristic. I will talk to Qui-Gon about it later." Kat's heart pounded. She tried to think of some excuse to as why she could use telepathy but she could not think of one. Kat hoped that no one would discover what she had gone through in the past and what her heritage was. Obi-Wan decided to have a talk with Qui-Gon about it later, but what Kat had said bothered him. "What do you mean 'your not physically sick'? Are you mentally ill?" Kat almost laughed. "No, not by a long shot. I'm sick of the. well, offers I have been given." She waited, dreading his reply. "What kind of offers?" Obi-Wan asked, curious. Kat took a deep breath and looked down. "Offers to be a prostitute." She bit her lower lip, waiting for his reaction of disgust. Obi-Wan jerked back in disbelief. "What? Why have you been given such offers?" "Because of my form. People think that is all I am capable of being good at. Time after time I refuse, but they keep on asking". Kat's anger rose and she jumped out of her seat, banging her fist on the table. The beans bounced up it the metal bowl. "I have so much more to offer! So much more I can do. Yet no one cares. All those scoundrels think about is what you look like and how well you can." Kat trailed off, unable to finish. She brought her hands up to her face and resisted the urge to scream. Obi-Wan sensed Kat needed comfort. He got up and wrapped his strong arms around her gently. Kat turned around, dropped her hands, and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I should have controlled my temper. I just." she looked down in embarrassment. Obi-Wan took his right hand and tipped her face up toward him so that she would meet his gaze. Kat looked at him timidly. "Its perfectly normal, Kat. Don't worry about it. Let your anger flow through you and then release it. There is nothing else you can do." Kat smiled at him and Obi-Wan felt his heart skip a beat. He adored her smile. "Thank you Obi-Wan." "You're welcome," he said, giving her hand a gentle and warm squeeze. An hour later, the seven were eating dinner. A conversation about Ani's pod racing was the topic of discussion but Kat didn't pay attention to it. Her thoughts were focused on Obi-Wan and how he had heard her thoughts. And more importantly, how comforting his words and actions were. Obi-Wan was thinking the same thing and stole many glances at Kat during the meal. Qui-Gon eyed him suspiciously and made a note of it to talk to his Padawan after dinner. When Kat and Obi-Wan finally joined the conversation Ani and his mother were debating whether he could race in the Boonta Eve race. "Anakin," Shmi said, not wanting to risk her son's life. "Your mother's right," Qui-Gon said. He turned to Shmi. "Is there anyone friendly to the Republic who can help us?" "No." There was silence for a moment. "Mom, you said the biggest problem in this universe is that no one helps each other," Anakin pointed out. "Ani, racing is dangerous," Kat added. "But I know you can do it. Shmi, please, I know you don't like seeing him race. I would do it for him, but I've never attempted it before. We all know Anakin can do it." Anakin smiled at Kat. If anyone could get Shmi to change her mind it was her. Not only was Shmi like a second mother to Kat, they were great friends as well. Often Shmi's mind had been changed due to Kat's opinion. "I'm sure Qui-Gon doesn't want to put your son in any danger. We'll find some other way," Padme said. "No, there is no other way. I may not like it but he can help you." Shmi smiled affectionately at her son. "He was meant to help you." Anakin smiled back at his mother. Qui-Gon glanced at Obi-Wan. Both were deep in thought. Eventually, Qui- Gon nodded. "All right," he said. After dinner ended, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked out onto the servants' balcony. The night air was warm. The two Jedi stood silent for a few minutes. Obi-Wan spoke first. "I think Kat has Jedi instincts. She was thinking something in her mind that was directed to me and I heard it. Kat was as surprised as I was. She also sensed I was a Jedi. As a matter of fact, didn't Anakin sense the same thing Kat did? Do you think it runs in their family?" "It can't run in their family because they aren't a blood family. Kat's parents died nine years ago, when she was nine. A month later she moved here with Shmi, but she isn't a slave. Though she is a part of their family now, it can't be something Anakin and Kat share by blood." "Then why do they both show Jedi traits? It is rare that two Jedi are found so close together at the same time." "I don't know. But I think we should observe them more carefully and see if Jedi traits become obvious." "Yes, Master." "Another thing, I see the way you two look at each other from time to time. Is there something you want to tell me?" "It is nothing, Master." Obi-Wan looked away, embarrassed. Qui-Gon eyed his padawan suspiciously. "It is something, Obi-Wan. Do you have feelings for Kat? Tell me the truth." Obi-Wan's nervousness and embarrassment melted as he used The Force to give him boldness. "Yes, I do." "You do know that Jedi's must not attach themselves to people and must not be possessive." "I know, Master. And I won't be, but the Jedi laws do not say we can't have feelings. I have feelings for Kat and there is no law against caring." "All right, just don't get attached or possessive." Obi-Wan was shocked. "You're not going to tell me I can't have feelings toward Kat?" "No, Obi-Wan. As long as you violate no Jedi laws, I will not stop your from caring for Kat." "Thank you, Master." "Your welcome. I do trust your judgment, my Padawan. One more matter we must discuss. Shmi and I talked and since Anakin will be in the race, Shmi knows Kat will want to come and see him race. She knows about the 'offers' Kat has been given, and I assume you know too." Obi-Wan nodded his head and had a look of dislike on his face. "I cannot believe those men, if that is the proper name for them, offered her such a job." "I agree, Obi-Won, but control your anger. Men on this planet are less likely to try and force this job upon Kat if a man accompanies her. Shmi asked me to see if you would accompany Kat to the Boonta Eve race. If she were to go somewhere, you would have to follow. I hope its fine with you that I told Shmi you would?" "Yes, Master. That is fine." "Good. It is getting late and we have a long day tomorrow. Go on and get some rest." "Good night, Master." "Good night." Obi-Wan retired for the night. His dreams consisted, not of the nightmares of death he had recently, but of him and Kat. Obi-Wan's dreamed of what life would be like if Kat were to leave with him and Qui-Gon.