Chapter Four

Ummmm. Man this story sucks. Read it anyway dammit!

Stuff's gonna happen, and then more stuff'll happen. The focus is going to shift to umm Brett and Kenya. Because they're mine, and conceivably they could be observant enough to see this.

"So what happens now?" Kenya inquired of Brett. They were sitting in the top of the warehouse section of the house after exploring the whole thing.

The 'way-house' as Maliana had called it last night, was a three story building, built gray and completely average so as not to draw attention to itself. On the inside, it was divided into three compounds. The warehouse, which doubled as a workroom for fixing ships, the house, where the kids were hidden, and the actual way-house, which was much like a no-questions-asked hotel and club for travelers. They had gone through it all.

The way-house was well-furnished and clean as possible in the Lower Levels. It was racy at night and boring the daytime. There was a bar and dancers and everything. Maliana studiously avoided it, and disliked talking about it. It seemed she disapproved of excess in anything, especially things like nightclubs. They still didn't understand why she lived in one then.

Since they had finished the way-house portion of the building, they moved up a floor to the living quarters, which were sparse and grey, but comfortable, with only a few touches of home that showed that people actually lived there. There were Younglings in it now, with loud screeches and laughs most of the day. Well, some of the day. Obi-wan's time was taken up with teaching them Jedi survival tactics. They'd need them.

Kenya and Brett, now an inseparable leading team, did not find it hard, or against their morals to find out more of the place they lived in. Nor did Obi-wan notice, he was far too busy – well, as Kenya put it 'following bite-size kids and staring at Elessa' She disapproved of the Knight's obvious liking of Elessa. Not that that was wrong, but there were more important things.

Like knowing the terrain. Lastly, there was the place the search ended: the warehouse. This was a typical structure for its purpose, it was big and steel-made. Everything was blocky and possibly able to kill you, as well as fix big ships and hide big packages. Standard warehouse. Just it was underground, so there weren't any windows.

Kenya repeated her question to Brett. "What now?"

He started, fuzzy brown head jerking up as she finally registered in his head. "You mean, what do we do?" At her nod, he continued, trying to seem sure of himself. "Well, we can't stay here long, Anikan Skywalker is not a fool. He'll realize we've hidden among so many conflicting emotions of the Lower City to be shielded from him. So he'll search this place, house by house, club by club. He may or may not know that Master Kenobi has friends here. We'll be gone within the week."

"Really?"

"I think so. He's waiting until the younger ones are ready to at least survive a day on their own. Maybe he just wants to stare at that 'Lessa chick."

He winced as Kenya punched him. "Shut up."

"Well," she decided to put in her two cents about their having searched everything. "We know the terrain. What about the people? We don't know anything about them."

"Obi-wan trusts them."

"What are you? Five? Obi-wan trusted Anikan too. Look where we are 'cause of that" the honey-haired girl retorted viciously.

"Fine. We'll snoop (A/N people in Star Wars wouldn't say snoop but cut me some slack.) after some of the people around. Who first?"

"To save time," Kenya began, her evil plan unfolding. "We shall split up. I can take Elessa, you Maliana. If you need help, come and get me."

"'Kay"

That night, Kenya follows Elessa. (A/N man I'm bored, and I've never written anything like this… but I'll give it a try if you review me)

Elessa opened her door quietly, and slipped out of her room, and downstairs to the wayhouse. She was dressed the same as always in her innocent style. She went to the club and a cheer greeted her. Apparently they knew her name. And liked her.

Unbeknownst to the woman, she was followed by a fourteen-year old shadow. Kenya followed and wondered why a woman such as Elessa, so innocent and nice would be in a strip-club where everyone knew her name. She raised an eyebrow. That wouldn't make Master Kenobi too happy, honorable as he was.

Her suspicions were confirmed when the woman started to dance to loud music, in many alien tongues. Having been sheltered in the Jedi Temple, far away from the Lower Levels, she'd never seen anything like that. And it was rather extreme. Holy crap, no one needed to move like that.

She'd seen enough. There was a complete double life happening there. She went off to find out if her partner in crime had found anything. She grinned as she left. Good thing Brett was assigned to the woman who couldn't or wouldn't dance. She doubted he'd've left when she did. The thought at its conclusion made her smile sour. But she didn't know why.

Meanwhile… Brett's following Maliana.

Brett's life was boring. That was his only problem about being a Jedi Knight. He got really bored really easily. He was sitting on the floor of the warehouse waiting for Maliana to come out of the adjacent rooms. He tapped the floor from his concealed hiding place. It made a nice rhythm. He wondered whether Kenya was bored too.

A hand grabbed his hand and stopped its incessant tapping. "Stop it. That's not stealthy in the least."

"Kenya!" he whispered furiously. "Hi! Did you get anything?"

"Uh yeah. Elessa's a stripper."

"Sure you got the right girl?"

"Yup. You? Anything?"

"Nope. Nothing. She doesn't move from her- wait! There she goes."

They watched Maliana for another half hour randomly clean things and do generally boring tasks. Suddenly she sat of the edge of a speeder that needed repainting and started to cry. For no apparent reason.

"What?" Brett whispered.

A door slamming in the relative silence startled them all. Obi-wan ran through the warehouse. Stopped. Turned around and saw Maliana and instantly looked concerned. "Maliana? What's wrong?"

She hiccupped and sobbed some more, now clutching at his – robe? – and only cried harder. "Doc. I don't want him to be gone."

"He was your father, Mali, of course you don't want him to be gone. It would be wrong if you did want him gone."

"Yeah."

The blond Jedi Knight rocked her back and forth and comforted her, until Kenya, who disliked emotion in general thought she was going to be ill from all the smarmyness. "Come on," she signaled.

They left. All night they say in their secret office in the warehouse, far away from Maliana and Obi-wan, and tried to fit all the stuff together. Kenya filled in Brett and Brett put in his two cents.

After arguing about things for about an hour, an alarm sounded. Lights flashed and that 'awooga' sound went over and over.

Everyone was rounded up into the small antechamber they'd entered in that first night. It had only been about three days.

Obi-wan and Maliana entered, "What is it?" she asked, still red-eyed.

"Droids," someone said as Elessa rushed in, now only wearing about half the clothes she's started with.

"Run." Kenya said softly. "We're running again."

They were all hurried onto a ship by Maliana, who knew what all the ships did, having worked them all. She met Obi-wan's eyes squarely, black against blue. "I'm coming."

"I know. 'Lessa?"

"Sorry, love, you know, work to do. See you if you live." The woman looked cruel and uncaring now, in the face of disaster, even as she had looked sweet and nice in times of plenty. She turned and left. Obi-wan looked – disappointed.

"We have to go," Brett and Kenya pulled Obi-wan into the ship, as Maliana started it up.

They were running again.

There was bloody chapter four. And Obi-wan's not getting snogged, he's sad. And Kenya and Brett know all. If you review, and you should, tell me your pairing for Obi-wan. Maliana vs. Elessa. Thy both have twists and shyte.

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