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This story takes place shortly before Episode II: Attack of the Clones.
It first appeared in Obi-Wan's Livejournal between 4/30/02 and 5/24/05. I hope you enjoy it.
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MOONLIGHT
I awoke from my dreams with a lingering sense of disturbance. For some nights now, members of the Jedi Council and I have felt a burgeoning ripple in the fabric of the Force.
I slid quietly out of bed and found my boots and pants in the sodium glow of the Coruscant night. Stretching out with the Force, I could feel the throbbing life of the frenetic city. I was being silently and wordlessly summoned to the Council chamber. The apartment's artificially-cooled air against my bare chest made me long for the warmth of the bed I had just abandoned. The downside of being a Force-sensitive Jedi Knight in the employ of near-omnipotent masters is that you can never call in sick.
I finished dressing and looked at myself in the mirror. No obvious signs of age. Yet. But I was no longer the young Padawan who had accompanied Qui-Gon Jinn on that fatal diplomatic mission to Naboo ten years ago. I had grown both physically and in my mastery of the Force. I saw in the mirror a young, powerful and dangerous man. Which was it, I wondered, that made me irresistible to the ladies?
A soft moan came from the bed as the girl rolled over and dragged the light Neosilk sheets over her naked body.
"I have to go. I've been summoned," I whispered, standing above her. I felt her consciousness fight its way to the surface of muddled thoughts and then sink once more into the safety of sleep.
Hooking my lightsaber to my belt, I keyed the code for the door-lock and stepped out into the corridor.
"A Jedi knows not love."
You've got that right.