Disclaimer: Same as always. I own Nemesis Kenobi and Aidra Jinn-Kenobi. That's it. Everything and everyone else belongs to you know who.
Notes: I know, I know. It's been forever. Well, between graduating college, changing jobs, moving twice and planning your wedding you tend to get pretty busy. I wasn't even sure if anyone was still reading this story or not. I wonder if anyone will read this next chapter. Oh well. So, as usual words in ~'s represent a character's thoughts and words in *'s represent Force speech
Feedback: Please but constructive criticism only. If you have to criticize anyway. So, with out any further ado, the much (At least I hopes so) anticipated next installment of Obi-Wan's Daughter.
Obi-Wan's Daughter: Part 18
One step inside the cantina and Nemesis was suddenly aware of why her Father had never brought her along before. She fought the urge to crinkle up her nose at the smell. And the beings around her…wouldn't her father have called them 'pathetic life forms?.' She smiled. Well, at least he would have at one time.
*You can't judge them, you know, Nemesis.*
Nemesis nodded. *I know, and I'm not. It's just…shock, I suppose. Everything I'm sensing…*
*I know. You sense the intentions of those here. Some are smugglers, some are only here for a drink.* He paused. *Some are bounty hunters.*
Nemesis suppressed a shudder. Bounty hunters looking for her? She sighed. Most bounty hunters had probably given up on her existence by now. At least, that's what she hoped. The last thing they needed at the moment was for some crazed bounty hunter to recognize her as the Emperor's 'dream girl' and start more trouble than they needed.
She stood in the doorway. Luke walked past her with Threpio and Artoo, headed to the bar. She watched as Luke reluctantly told his droids to go back outside. She couldn't help but smile slightly at Luke's reaction. He had nearly jumped out of his skin. ~You've got to stop being so Jumpy, Skywalker.~
Her father had gone to the opposite side of the cantina. She watched as he spoke to various beings. Finally, after speaking with a Wookie in the corner, he nodded his head.
"We may have found our pilot." He said, smiling as he walked back over to Nemesis. "Where's Luke?"
"At the bar, trying to fit in." As soon as Nemesis said those words an argument broke out at the bar. "Guess that didn't work."
Obi-Wan sighed. "Wait here, I'll handle this."
"Diplomatic approach?" Nemesis grinned.
"If it works."
Nemesis watched her father approach the group. Though she wasn't close enough to hear the conversation, she knew her father was attempting to get these…troublemakers…to leave Luke alone. She could also tell Luke was terrified.
~He has so much to learn. He's so naive. Farmboy.~
A sudden roar of pain brought Nemesis from her thoughts. ~So much for diplomacy.~ Nemesis arched an eyebrow as her father and Luke approached. "It didn't work." Obi-Wan said quickly before his daughter could say anything. "Now let's go see if our Wookie friend has spoken to his companion."
Obi-Wan and Luke approached a small table in the darkened corner of the cantina and began chatting with someone. Nemesis moved away from the wall she had been leaning against. She walked over to her father, ignoring the various whistles and cat calls, and stood beside him.
"So, Chewie here tells me you need a…" The man seated at the table stopped speaking when he saw Nemesis. "…Well, hello, sweetheart." He grinned.
Nemesis sighed and shook her head. "Look, don't even think about it, okay?" She put her hands on her hips. "We're in a hurry and I'm not in the mood."
"Feisty." He grinned again.
"Hey! What did she tell you?" Luke demanded.
"Sure, Kid. Sure." He smirked. "As I was saying, Chewie tells me you're in need of a Pilot. Well, it just so happens that you're looking at the pilot of the Millennium Falcon."
"The what?" Luke asked, still upset by this man's attempt to flirt with Nemesis.
"The Millennium Falcon." The man repeated, with extra emphasis on the word the.
"That's nice." Nemesis grinned. "But if you're the pilot of the Millennium Falcon then you would be…"
"Han Solo." He flashed Nemesis his roguish grin again. "And you are?"
"Never heard of it, or you." Luke said, interrupting Nemesis before she could answer Han.
"What?" Han turned his attention to Luke. "You've never heard of the Falcon? The ship that made the Kessel run in…"
"The important thing is, it's a ship, you're a pilot, and we need both." Nemesis said.
"We need to go to Alderaan." Obi-Wan explained. "Three humans, two droids, no questions."
"No questions, huh? What are you, on the run from the Empire or something?" Han smirked.
Nemesis smiled sweetly. "What makes you say that? No one really wants to have a run in with the Empire. We simply like our privacy."
"I'll say. I don't even know your name, Sweetheart." Han grinned at Nemesis again.
"That's a question." Nemesis smirked.
"Tricky, too." Han grinned.
"Will you help us or not?" Luke demanded.
"Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute to discuss this with Chewie. All right, Kid?"
Luke glanced at Nemesis as Han turned to speak to the Wookie. Nemesis shrugged. She wasn't sure of what to think about Han Solo either. She guessed, from some of her father's teachings, that Han was Corellian. She wasn't exactly sure of his age, and she supposed he was handsome, for a smuggler, but could they trust him?
She listened as Han and her father discussed payment. ~He obviously owes someone some money. He's a bit to anxious.~
Finally Han seemed satisfied with the amount Obi-Wan offered him. "Alright, I'll meet you at the Falcon…"
"What about the troopers?" Luke asked aloud. ~And where will we get the credits?~
"I'll take care of them." Han shrugged, making it clear that the troopers meant nothing to him. "You just meet me with the promised amount of up front credits and we'll leave."
"Very well." Obi-Wan nodded. "We'll meet you at the named location shortly."
Luke waited until they were far enough from Han to speak. "Where are we going to get those credits?"
"It's simple, Luke." Nemesis said casually. Luke glanced at her, waiting for her to enlighten him. "You sell your speeder."
A/N: Well, that's it for chapter 18. If anyone is still interested in the story, and I'll be able to tell from reviews, I'll have chapter 19 up soon. It's already in the works. :)
Notes: I know, I know. It's been forever. Well, between graduating college, changing jobs, moving twice and planning your wedding you tend to get pretty busy. I wasn't even sure if anyone was still reading this story or not. I wonder if anyone will read this next chapter. Oh well. So, as usual words in ~'s represent a character's thoughts and words in *'s represent Force speech
Feedback: Please but constructive criticism only. If you have to criticize anyway. So, with out any further ado, the much (At least I hopes so) anticipated next installment of Obi-Wan's Daughter.
Obi-Wan's Daughter: Part 18
One step inside the cantina and Nemesis was suddenly aware of why her Father had never brought her along before. She fought the urge to crinkle up her nose at the smell. And the beings around her…wouldn't her father have called them 'pathetic life forms?.' She smiled. Well, at least he would have at one time.
*You can't judge them, you know, Nemesis.*
Nemesis nodded. *I know, and I'm not. It's just…shock, I suppose. Everything I'm sensing…*
*I know. You sense the intentions of those here. Some are smugglers, some are only here for a drink.* He paused. *Some are bounty hunters.*
Nemesis suppressed a shudder. Bounty hunters looking for her? She sighed. Most bounty hunters had probably given up on her existence by now. At least, that's what she hoped. The last thing they needed at the moment was for some crazed bounty hunter to recognize her as the Emperor's 'dream girl' and start more trouble than they needed.
She stood in the doorway. Luke walked past her with Threpio and Artoo, headed to the bar. She watched as Luke reluctantly told his droids to go back outside. She couldn't help but smile slightly at Luke's reaction. He had nearly jumped out of his skin. ~You've got to stop being so Jumpy, Skywalker.~
Her father had gone to the opposite side of the cantina. She watched as he spoke to various beings. Finally, after speaking with a Wookie in the corner, he nodded his head.
"We may have found our pilot." He said, smiling as he walked back over to Nemesis. "Where's Luke?"
"At the bar, trying to fit in." As soon as Nemesis said those words an argument broke out at the bar. "Guess that didn't work."
Obi-Wan sighed. "Wait here, I'll handle this."
"Diplomatic approach?" Nemesis grinned.
"If it works."
Nemesis watched her father approach the group. Though she wasn't close enough to hear the conversation, she knew her father was attempting to get these…troublemakers…to leave Luke alone. She could also tell Luke was terrified.
~He has so much to learn. He's so naive. Farmboy.~
A sudden roar of pain brought Nemesis from her thoughts. ~So much for diplomacy.~ Nemesis arched an eyebrow as her father and Luke approached. "It didn't work." Obi-Wan said quickly before his daughter could say anything. "Now let's go see if our Wookie friend has spoken to his companion."
Obi-Wan and Luke approached a small table in the darkened corner of the cantina and began chatting with someone. Nemesis moved away from the wall she had been leaning against. She walked over to her father, ignoring the various whistles and cat calls, and stood beside him.
"So, Chewie here tells me you need a…" The man seated at the table stopped speaking when he saw Nemesis. "…Well, hello, sweetheart." He grinned.
Nemesis sighed and shook her head. "Look, don't even think about it, okay?" She put her hands on her hips. "We're in a hurry and I'm not in the mood."
"Feisty." He grinned again.
"Hey! What did she tell you?" Luke demanded.
"Sure, Kid. Sure." He smirked. "As I was saying, Chewie tells me you're in need of a Pilot. Well, it just so happens that you're looking at the pilot of the Millennium Falcon."
"The what?" Luke asked, still upset by this man's attempt to flirt with Nemesis.
"The Millennium Falcon." The man repeated, with extra emphasis on the word the.
"That's nice." Nemesis grinned. "But if you're the pilot of the Millennium Falcon then you would be…"
"Han Solo." He flashed Nemesis his roguish grin again. "And you are?"
"Never heard of it, or you." Luke said, interrupting Nemesis before she could answer Han.
"What?" Han turned his attention to Luke. "You've never heard of the Falcon? The ship that made the Kessel run in…"
"The important thing is, it's a ship, you're a pilot, and we need both." Nemesis said.
"We need to go to Alderaan." Obi-Wan explained. "Three humans, two droids, no questions."
"No questions, huh? What are you, on the run from the Empire or something?" Han smirked.
Nemesis smiled sweetly. "What makes you say that? No one really wants to have a run in with the Empire. We simply like our privacy."
"I'll say. I don't even know your name, Sweetheart." Han grinned at Nemesis again.
"That's a question." Nemesis smirked.
"Tricky, too." Han grinned.
"Will you help us or not?" Luke demanded.
"Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute to discuss this with Chewie. All right, Kid?"
Luke glanced at Nemesis as Han turned to speak to the Wookie. Nemesis shrugged. She wasn't sure of what to think about Han Solo either. She guessed, from some of her father's teachings, that Han was Corellian. She wasn't exactly sure of his age, and she supposed he was handsome, for a smuggler, but could they trust him?
She listened as Han and her father discussed payment. ~He obviously owes someone some money. He's a bit to anxious.~
Finally Han seemed satisfied with the amount Obi-Wan offered him. "Alright, I'll meet you at the Falcon…"
"What about the troopers?" Luke asked aloud. ~And where will we get the credits?~
"I'll take care of them." Han shrugged, making it clear that the troopers meant nothing to him. "You just meet me with the promised amount of up front credits and we'll leave."
"Very well." Obi-Wan nodded. "We'll meet you at the named location shortly."
Luke waited until they were far enough from Han to speak. "Where are we going to get those credits?"
"It's simple, Luke." Nemesis said casually. Luke glanced at her, waiting for her to enlighten him. "You sell your speeder."
A/N: Well, that's it for chapter 18. If anyone is still interested in the story, and I'll be able to tell from reviews, I'll have chapter 19 up soon. It's already in the works. :)