Disclaimer: The usual stuff. Nemesis Kenobi and Aidra Jinn, or Aidra Jinn-Kenobi are the only characters I own thus far. If you want to use them, which I have no idea of why you would, please let me know.
Notes: I know it's been forever since I added another part to my fic. School is back in session and since for me that's college I don't have much free time. But between writing essays and reading Shakespeare I will do my best to keep the story going. Anyway, ** Represents telepathy. ~~ Represents character thoughts.
Feedback: It is really appreciated. I adore it. Just please remember constructive criticism only. :-) Okay, here we go.
Obi-Wan's Daughter- Part 8
It was two days after Nemesis received her mother's lightsaber that Obi-Wan felt she was well enough to begin her training. Of course she had learned how to meditate and how to communicate with the Force when she was very young. Now her training was more specific, focusing on dueling and other lightsaber techniques.
Obi-Wan smiled as he watched Nemesis go through the basic techniques he had just taught her. He could sense her concentration through their bond. Their Master/Padawan bond had been strengthened by their father/daughter relationship. It appeared unbreakable.
He watched as Nemesis began the exercise again. "That's enough for now, Nem. It's lunchtime. Take a break."
"Yes, Daddy." Nemesis said as she deactivated her lightsaber. The blueish-green blade disappeared.
Obi-Wan smiled again. Despite regular Jedi traditions, Obi-Wan had insisted Nemesis not call him Master. She was his daughter, it wouldn't feel right to either of them. ~Besides, there are no more Jedi traditions left because there are so few of us left. One day when Nemesis and Luke regain the balance these traditions will return. But not yet~
"Daddy, what are you thinking about?" Obi-Wan looked down at Nemesis. Her bright turquoise eyes looked back up at him. Once again, he smiled.
"Nothing important, Sweetie. Now, why don't we go see what we can fix for lunch?" He scooped Nemesis up into his arms. She giggled.
"Okay." She said. "But no more soup, please. I think I've had enough to keep us both well for years."
Obi-Wan chuckled. "Okay, no soup. I promise."
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Nemesis had proven to be a fast learner. She had even managed to win a few sparring matches against her father. Obi-Wan pretended to be offended. He even often claimed he had let Nemesis win. She just smiled.
The years that passed were filled with frequent visits to the cantinas. This also meant Nemesis was spending more time with Owen, Beru, and Luke. When she was young, it didn't bother her so much. She was growing fond of Luke. She loved all the games he taught her how to play. She was even introduced to some of his friends. Best of all, Aunt Beru always made a special batch of her cinnamon Buns just for the two of them. As she got older, it was a different story entirely.
Obi-Wan had been making even more frequent trips into town. Now that Nemesis was learning more it was possible Darth Vader, or the Emperor, could pick up on her location easily. This was a great concern when Nemesis was working on perfecting her shields. Nemesis had often been suspicious that her father's trips to town were not just supply runs. When she was twelve, she finally asked him about it.
"Why don't you tell me why you go into town?" She asked as they walked to Owen and Beru's moisture farm.
"I will, one day." Obi-Wan replied.
"When?" She asked. She brushed a lock of long strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
"When you're old enough."
"I'm twelve."
Obi-Wan sighed. "When you're ready. It's far too dangerous right now."
Nemesis sighed. "Why do you go? You always say its because we need supplies but when I come home there are never any new supplies in our home."
Obi-Wan sighed again. He always knew it was hard to hide things from her. "I'll explain that one day too."
It was Nemesis' turn to sigh. "Of course. When I'm older."
****
Nemesis grew up hearing the stories of how the Jedi were murdered. She knew all about Anakin Skywalker betraying the Jedi order. She even knew that there were very few Jedi left. Those that were left were hunted. She and her father were in constant danger. What she didn't know was the Emperor and Lord Vader were searching for her specifically.
She was sitting outside looking at the stars. It had been three years since she asked her father to tell her why he really went into town. She was older now. Obi-Wan had said she was near the peak of her potential. Still, he hadn't told her anything.
"You okay, Nem?"
"I'm fine, Luke. I'm just thinking, that's all." She looked at him and smiled.
"Yea, you looked kinda dazed for a minute there. I assumed you were deep in thought. What's bothering you?" He sat down beside her.
Nemesis looked at him again. He had grown up a lot since she had first met him. She smiled. Something about him made him appear too young to be fifteen. That was just one of the things she liked about him.
"Nem? Do you want me to go back inside?"
"No." She admitted.
"Well, then what's wrong?"
"Nothing important." She lied.
"From the look on your face I'd say it was very important."
"Maybe." Nemesis said. She subconsciously pulled her cloak tighter around her.
Luke moved closer. "You're shivering." He observed. "Are you cold? We can go back inside and find something warm to drink. Aunt Beru could make some tea and there are some Cinnamon Buns left over."
Nemesis shook her head. "I'm okay, Luke. It's peaceful out here. And I love the stars." She glanced over at him again. "If you want to go back inside, you can."
"And miss being out under the stars with a pretty girl? No way." Luke grinned. He moved slightly closer. "I just don't want you to be cold."
"I'm okay."
"Good." Luke said. He casually wrapped his arm around her, pulling her even closer. Nemesis smiled to herself as she rested her head against his shoulder. They stayed that way in silence for several moments.
"Nem?" Luke said, breaking the serenity of the moment.
"Yes?"
"You know, I've been thinking. We've been friends for a really long time."
"Yes."
"And, well, we've been through a lot together."
Nemesis attempted not to giggle at his last comment. "Sure, you could say that."
"And you do come over a lot."
Nemesis snuggled a bit closer. ~ No offense, but I wouldn't if I didn't have to.~ "Yes, I suppose I do."
"I guess what I really mean is I feel close to you. You're my best friend." He smiled. He rested his head on top of hers. "When I was little I was embarrassed at first to say I was friends with a girl. But you always kept up. You refused to be left out."
"I don't think Wedge was too happy about me tagging along either." Nemesis said.
"He got over it." Luke moved back a bit until he was able to see into Nemesis' eyes. "But I still haven't said what I wanted to. The years passed so quickly. Like I said, at first I didn't want you around. Then when I wouldn't see you for a while I realized I missed you. Then you were back in my life again and we were together all the time. You went from a skinny little six-year-old to what you are now. A beautiful and rare desert flower. You're someone who doesn't belong on such a pathetic little planet."
Nemesis looked at him for a moment as if he had gone insane. Then she knew what he was trying to say. "Luke.....I...."
"Shhh." Luke whispered as his face moved closer to hers. Nemesis followed his lead. Their lips were barely touching when...
"Nemesis! Luke! Come inside. It's time for bed." Owen called from inside.
Luke sighed. "Yes, Uncle Owen." He stood and offered Nemesis his hand. She took it and he helped her up. They stopped just outside the door
"Nem, I didn't mean to..."
"Hush." Nemesis whispered. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently. "It's okay. We'll talk about it in the morning. Now, lets go inside before Owen has to call for us again."
Luke followed her into the house with a large smile on his face.
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Part 9 will come ASAP
Notes: I know it's been forever since I added another part to my fic. School is back in session and since for me that's college I don't have much free time. But between writing essays and reading Shakespeare I will do my best to keep the story going. Anyway, ** Represents telepathy. ~~ Represents character thoughts.
Feedback: It is really appreciated. I adore it. Just please remember constructive criticism only. :-) Okay, here we go.
Obi-Wan's Daughter- Part 8
It was two days after Nemesis received her mother's lightsaber that Obi-Wan felt she was well enough to begin her training. Of course she had learned how to meditate and how to communicate with the Force when she was very young. Now her training was more specific, focusing on dueling and other lightsaber techniques.
Obi-Wan smiled as he watched Nemesis go through the basic techniques he had just taught her. He could sense her concentration through their bond. Their Master/Padawan bond had been strengthened by their father/daughter relationship. It appeared unbreakable.
He watched as Nemesis began the exercise again. "That's enough for now, Nem. It's lunchtime. Take a break."
"Yes, Daddy." Nemesis said as she deactivated her lightsaber. The blueish-green blade disappeared.
Obi-Wan smiled again. Despite regular Jedi traditions, Obi-Wan had insisted Nemesis not call him Master. She was his daughter, it wouldn't feel right to either of them. ~Besides, there are no more Jedi traditions left because there are so few of us left. One day when Nemesis and Luke regain the balance these traditions will return. But not yet~
"Daddy, what are you thinking about?" Obi-Wan looked down at Nemesis. Her bright turquoise eyes looked back up at him. Once again, he smiled.
"Nothing important, Sweetie. Now, why don't we go see what we can fix for lunch?" He scooped Nemesis up into his arms. She giggled.
"Okay." She said. "But no more soup, please. I think I've had enough to keep us both well for years."
Obi-Wan chuckled. "Okay, no soup. I promise."
****
Nemesis had proven to be a fast learner. She had even managed to win a few sparring matches against her father. Obi-Wan pretended to be offended. He even often claimed he had let Nemesis win. She just smiled.
The years that passed were filled with frequent visits to the cantinas. This also meant Nemesis was spending more time with Owen, Beru, and Luke. When she was young, it didn't bother her so much. She was growing fond of Luke. She loved all the games he taught her how to play. She was even introduced to some of his friends. Best of all, Aunt Beru always made a special batch of her cinnamon Buns just for the two of them. As she got older, it was a different story entirely.
Obi-Wan had been making even more frequent trips into town. Now that Nemesis was learning more it was possible Darth Vader, or the Emperor, could pick up on her location easily. This was a great concern when Nemesis was working on perfecting her shields. Nemesis had often been suspicious that her father's trips to town were not just supply runs. When she was twelve, she finally asked him about it.
"Why don't you tell me why you go into town?" She asked as they walked to Owen and Beru's moisture farm.
"I will, one day." Obi-Wan replied.
"When?" She asked. She brushed a lock of long strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
"When you're old enough."
"I'm twelve."
Obi-Wan sighed. "When you're ready. It's far too dangerous right now."
Nemesis sighed. "Why do you go? You always say its because we need supplies but when I come home there are never any new supplies in our home."
Obi-Wan sighed again. He always knew it was hard to hide things from her. "I'll explain that one day too."
It was Nemesis' turn to sigh. "Of course. When I'm older."
****
Nemesis grew up hearing the stories of how the Jedi were murdered. She knew all about Anakin Skywalker betraying the Jedi order. She even knew that there were very few Jedi left. Those that were left were hunted. She and her father were in constant danger. What she didn't know was the Emperor and Lord Vader were searching for her specifically.
She was sitting outside looking at the stars. It had been three years since she asked her father to tell her why he really went into town. She was older now. Obi-Wan had said she was near the peak of her potential. Still, he hadn't told her anything.
"You okay, Nem?"
"I'm fine, Luke. I'm just thinking, that's all." She looked at him and smiled.
"Yea, you looked kinda dazed for a minute there. I assumed you were deep in thought. What's bothering you?" He sat down beside her.
Nemesis looked at him again. He had grown up a lot since she had first met him. She smiled. Something about him made him appear too young to be fifteen. That was just one of the things she liked about him.
"Nem? Do you want me to go back inside?"
"No." She admitted.
"Well, then what's wrong?"
"Nothing important." She lied.
"From the look on your face I'd say it was very important."
"Maybe." Nemesis said. She subconsciously pulled her cloak tighter around her.
Luke moved closer. "You're shivering." He observed. "Are you cold? We can go back inside and find something warm to drink. Aunt Beru could make some tea and there are some Cinnamon Buns left over."
Nemesis shook her head. "I'm okay, Luke. It's peaceful out here. And I love the stars." She glanced over at him again. "If you want to go back inside, you can."
"And miss being out under the stars with a pretty girl? No way." Luke grinned. He moved slightly closer. "I just don't want you to be cold."
"I'm okay."
"Good." Luke said. He casually wrapped his arm around her, pulling her even closer. Nemesis smiled to herself as she rested her head against his shoulder. They stayed that way in silence for several moments.
"Nem?" Luke said, breaking the serenity of the moment.
"Yes?"
"You know, I've been thinking. We've been friends for a really long time."
"Yes."
"And, well, we've been through a lot together."
Nemesis attempted not to giggle at his last comment. "Sure, you could say that."
"And you do come over a lot."
Nemesis snuggled a bit closer. ~ No offense, but I wouldn't if I didn't have to.~ "Yes, I suppose I do."
"I guess what I really mean is I feel close to you. You're my best friend." He smiled. He rested his head on top of hers. "When I was little I was embarrassed at first to say I was friends with a girl. But you always kept up. You refused to be left out."
"I don't think Wedge was too happy about me tagging along either." Nemesis said.
"He got over it." Luke moved back a bit until he was able to see into Nemesis' eyes. "But I still haven't said what I wanted to. The years passed so quickly. Like I said, at first I didn't want you around. Then when I wouldn't see you for a while I realized I missed you. Then you were back in my life again and we were together all the time. You went from a skinny little six-year-old to what you are now. A beautiful and rare desert flower. You're someone who doesn't belong on such a pathetic little planet."
Nemesis looked at him for a moment as if he had gone insane. Then she knew what he was trying to say. "Luke.....I...."
"Shhh." Luke whispered as his face moved closer to hers. Nemesis followed his lead. Their lips were barely touching when...
"Nemesis! Luke! Come inside. It's time for bed." Owen called from inside.
Luke sighed. "Yes, Uncle Owen." He stood and offered Nemesis his hand. She took it and he helped her up. They stopped just outside the door
"Nem, I didn't mean to..."
"Hush." Nemesis whispered. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently. "It's okay. We'll talk about it in the morning. Now, lets go inside before Owen has to call for us again."
Luke followed her into the house with a large smile on his face.
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Part 9 will come ASAP