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: Well, here we go again. On with the show. As previously mentioned I know the story line and quotes and actions by original Star Wars characters are different. It is AU, after all.
Words in ~~ represent character thought, words in ** represent force speech.
Feedback: Please but constructive criticism only. If you have to criticize anyway. So, on with chapter 20
Obi-Wan's Daughter: Part 20
Something about the hanger made Nemesis shiver. She sighed. They were on Tatooine in the middle of the day. She wasn't cold, she was hardly ever cold. ~Just a feeling about something, but what? The future? My anxiety about leaving the only home I've ever known?~
*Nem?*
*I'm alright, Daddy.* Obi-Wan nodded. Nemesis turned her attention to the hanger again. Her eyes fell on the ship, the one she assumed Han Solo had referred to. ~That must be the Falcon.~ She sighed as she glanced at Luke. He was obviously thinking the same thing she was. Nemesis, however, had learned long ago not to judge things by their appearances.
Sure, the ship was a bit banged up and it was plain, but that was a good thing. The last thing a smuggler would want is some flashy logo on the side of their ship drawing attention. Unwanted attention could be a very bad thing.
"There you are. Chewie and I were beginning to think you had been caught or something." Han said as he walked down the ramp of his ship.
"No, we just took a little detour to get the credits we promised you." Obi-Wan said as he walked over to the pilot. He handed him the promised credits then glanced over his shoulder at Nemesis, Luke, and the droids.
Luke had remained silent for several moments, staring at the ship. "What's wrong, Kid? Never seen a ship before?"
"That's it?" Luke choked out. "This hunk of junk?"
"Hey!" Han snapped. "You're looking at the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy."
"If you say so." Luke shook his head.
Nemesis pushed her friend gently. "You'll have to excuse him, Captain Solo. Luke has delusions of grandeur."
"Nemesis!" Luke complained. "Look at it!"
"You can't judge by appearances, Luke." Nemesis chided gently."
"Better listen to her, Kid. She knows what she's talking about." Han looked at Nemesis and grinned. "Call me Han, Sweetheart." He winked.
"Fine." Nemesis crossed her arms. "But my name is not sweetheart. It's Nemesis, Nem if you prefer, but not sweetheart."
"Still feisty, I see." Han smirked. "Fine, Nem it is. Now, why don't we all get onboard before the local troopers figure out who we are and what we're doing?"
"Fine with me." Nemesis shrugged.
"I'm not sure I like this idea." Luke said, shaking his head.
"You want to help, don't you?" Obi-Wan asked. Luke nodded reluctantly. "Then this is what we must do."
Luke hesitated a moment longer, watching Nemesis and Obi-Wan walk up the ramp of the Falcon.
"Pardon me, Master Luke." Threepio said. "But I must admit, I don't care much for these Star Ships. Might I just wait here and…" Threepio was interrupted by several beeps from Artoo. "I am not a big coward! Where are you going, Artoo?" The question was answered with several more beeps as the small droid rolled over to the ramp.
Luke shook his head at the golden droid. "Come on, Threepio. I can't argue with Nem and you can't argue with Artoo."
"It's about time you made up your mind, Kid." Han said as Luke approached the ramp. "Couldn't let your girl go without you, could you?"
"She's not my girl. She's just a friend."
Han arched an eyebrow. "Really?"
"But she's not your girl either!" Luke snapped. "Just, stay away from her."
Han smirked. "Sure, Kid, sure. Whatever you say." Han glanced at Nemesis as he walked past her and smirked again. "Get us ready for takeoff, Chewie!" He called as he went to claim his pilot's seat.
"I don't like him." Luke grumbled. He crossed his arms and stood by Nemesis.
"What did I just say about appearances?" Nemesis said, arching an eyebrow.
"It's got nothing to do with appearances, Nem. It's is attitude. And I don't like the way he's looking at you. It makes me uncomfortable."
Nemesis smirked and glanced at her father. "Really, Luke. You're acting as though you were my father or something."
"That, of course, would be my job." Obi-Wan chimed in.
Luke glanced at the Jedi Master. "See? Doesn't this upset you too?"
Obi-Wan smiled. "As long as he doesn't touch her, I suppose looking does no harm, now does it?"
"But…"
"You all may want to strap in back there!" Han called.
"Relax, Luke." Nemesis grinned as she took a seat. "Daddy will start training you on our way to Alderaan. Cheer up."
Luke sighed. "Yeah, alright, Nem. If you say so." Luke took the seat beside Nemesis, preparing for the takeoff. He frowned, deep in thought. There was no way he could be as optimistic as Nemesis. He only hoped her optimism wasn't going to get them all into trouble.
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A/N Well, that seemed like a good enough place to stop for now.
Notes: Well, here we go again. On with the show. As previously mentioned I know the story line and quotes and actions by original Star Wars characters are different. It is AU, after all.
Words in ~~ represent character thought, words in ** represent force speech.
Feedback: Please but constructive criticism only. If you have to criticize anyway. So, on with chapter 20
Obi-Wan's Daughter: Part 20
Something about the hanger made Nemesis shiver. She sighed. They were on Tatooine in the middle of the day. She wasn't cold, she was hardly ever cold. ~Just a feeling about something, but what? The future? My anxiety about leaving the only home I've ever known?~
*Nem?*
*I'm alright, Daddy.* Obi-Wan nodded. Nemesis turned her attention to the hanger again. Her eyes fell on the ship, the one she assumed Han Solo had referred to. ~That must be the Falcon.~ She sighed as she glanced at Luke. He was obviously thinking the same thing she was. Nemesis, however, had learned long ago not to judge things by their appearances.
Sure, the ship was a bit banged up and it was plain, but that was a good thing. The last thing a smuggler would want is some flashy logo on the side of their ship drawing attention. Unwanted attention could be a very bad thing.
"There you are. Chewie and I were beginning to think you had been caught or something." Han said as he walked down the ramp of his ship.
"No, we just took a little detour to get the credits we promised you." Obi-Wan said as he walked over to the pilot. He handed him the promised credits then glanced over his shoulder at Nemesis, Luke, and the droids.
Luke had remained silent for several moments, staring at the ship. "What's wrong, Kid? Never seen a ship before?"
"That's it?" Luke choked out. "This hunk of junk?"
"Hey!" Han snapped. "You're looking at the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy."
"If you say so." Luke shook his head.
Nemesis pushed her friend gently. "You'll have to excuse him, Captain Solo. Luke has delusions of grandeur."
"Nemesis!" Luke complained. "Look at it!"
"You can't judge by appearances, Luke." Nemesis chided gently."
"Better listen to her, Kid. She knows what she's talking about." Han looked at Nemesis and grinned. "Call me Han, Sweetheart." He winked.
"Fine." Nemesis crossed her arms. "But my name is not sweetheart. It's Nemesis, Nem if you prefer, but not sweetheart."
"Still feisty, I see." Han smirked. "Fine, Nem it is. Now, why don't we all get onboard before the local troopers figure out who we are and what we're doing?"
"Fine with me." Nemesis shrugged.
"I'm not sure I like this idea." Luke said, shaking his head.
"You want to help, don't you?" Obi-Wan asked. Luke nodded reluctantly. "Then this is what we must do."
Luke hesitated a moment longer, watching Nemesis and Obi-Wan walk up the ramp of the Falcon.
"Pardon me, Master Luke." Threepio said. "But I must admit, I don't care much for these Star Ships. Might I just wait here and…" Threepio was interrupted by several beeps from Artoo. "I am not a big coward! Where are you going, Artoo?" The question was answered with several more beeps as the small droid rolled over to the ramp.
Luke shook his head at the golden droid. "Come on, Threepio. I can't argue with Nem and you can't argue with Artoo."
"It's about time you made up your mind, Kid." Han said as Luke approached the ramp. "Couldn't let your girl go without you, could you?"
"She's not my girl. She's just a friend."
Han arched an eyebrow. "Really?"
"But she's not your girl either!" Luke snapped. "Just, stay away from her."
Han smirked. "Sure, Kid, sure. Whatever you say." Han glanced at Nemesis as he walked past her and smirked again. "Get us ready for takeoff, Chewie!" He called as he went to claim his pilot's seat.
"I don't like him." Luke grumbled. He crossed his arms and stood by Nemesis.
"What did I just say about appearances?" Nemesis said, arching an eyebrow.
"It's got nothing to do with appearances, Nem. It's is attitude. And I don't like the way he's looking at you. It makes me uncomfortable."
Nemesis smirked and glanced at her father. "Really, Luke. You're acting as though you were my father or something."
"That, of course, would be my job." Obi-Wan chimed in.
Luke glanced at the Jedi Master. "See? Doesn't this upset you too?"
Obi-Wan smiled. "As long as he doesn't touch her, I suppose looking does no harm, now does it?"
"But…"
"You all may want to strap in back there!" Han called.
"Relax, Luke." Nemesis grinned as she took a seat. "Daddy will start training you on our way to Alderaan. Cheer up."
Luke sighed. "Yeah, alright, Nem. If you say so." Luke took the seat beside Nemesis, preparing for the takeoff. He frowned, deep in thought. There was no way he could be as optimistic as Nemesis. He only hoped her optimism wasn't going to get them all into trouble.
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A/N Well, that seemed like a good enough place to stop for now.