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Also, this fanfic is rated MA for any mature content I may or may not include (just in case). I don't recommend reading it if you're not old enough to understand mature themes or sexual content. Also, strong and possibly sexual language. (Just in case, not a promise)

Chapter 3

Her dreams were again filled with the gorgeous scenery of Naboo. This time, cold winter was upon them. Snow fluttered from the clouds in lazy spurts. The twins were building snowmen. She sat watching them on the veranda again. C3P0 had been instructed to guide them in construction of the snow figures and was disdainfully constructing a head out of the soft snow. She heard mechanical breathing beside her, and turned to see the figure seated at her side. Darth Vader sat beside her almost as if on a throne, nearly silent. His gloved hand was beside her own, a golden circlet on her left hand. They were still married, this time openly so. He did not speak. She broke the silence, murmuring to him, "The children are playing well together, today." He still did not speak, so she kept wondering about it aloud. "They usually fight."

She heard Anakin's voice boom out of the helmet, "They shall make great Sith in the future, together as brother and sister."

She felt the nightmares would never end. Obi-Wan laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he watched her rouse. She had fallen asleep beside him in the cockpit of their ship. "What was it this time?" his voice was gentle, trying to soothe her.

"Darth Vader." She nearly trembled, but tried to calm herself, following Obi-Wan's lead. "He was telling me how he felt the twins would make good Sith when they were older." She frowned, looking at her hands, expecting to see the wedding band.

He shook his head, lightly rubbing her shoulder where his hand had laid. "Padmé, he will never find them. Not as long as I live." He stood behind her, the other hand going to her other shoulder. He smiled when she did not flinch away from his touch, but he focused on trying to soothe her. "The nightmares will go away, you just need to give it time."

She smiled, relaxing. "I hope so." She sat silent for a moment, feeling the workings of his strong fingers on her tense shoulders, feeling a subtle almost electric touch she knew to be his attempt at comforting her with the Force. It was so light she almost thought it her imagination, but she appreciated it nonetheless. "Obi-Wan, have you given thoughts to our new names? I have chosen mine."

He continued working his fingers, hoping to keep her calm. "Yes, I have chosen a name." he had actually given it little thought, as he saw it of no consequence. He did not plan on staying long on Endor and they would need a new name everywhere they moved. "I shall keep my last name, no one knows it. I will be Ben Kenobi."

She laughed, "What a simple name." she turned to face him, reluctantly losing the contact of his hands. But she had wanted to see his reaction to the name she chose. "My cousin always had a beautiful name, so I shall use hers. I will be Tiané Kenobi."

This did catch him off guard, and he widened his eyes slightly before reverting back to the calm face he normally presented. "Kenobi? You will pose as my wife?" he could not help the tug of a smile at his lips. My wife.

"Yes, it would be a perfectly acceptable way to live together, no one would ask questions." She amended.

He was still incredulous, yet kept his wonder to himself. "But you could be my sister, as well. Or I could be your bodyguard…" he trailed off, watching her face.

She smiled wider at him, "No, I would feel more comfortable if they saw us as husband and wife; a husband protects his wife anyway." She almost regretted this last, remembering the role of her former husband. He had bitterly failed in that respect.

He nodded in agreement, this much was true. A husband should protect his wife, a brother may not go to such extents, and a bodyguard would attract too much attention. "I would be honored, Padmé." He laughed, and corrected himself, "Tiané. But forgive me if I call you Padmé out of habit, when we are alone."

She smiled at his use of her new name. "You haven't told me anything about this new place, Endor." She reminded him.

He nodded, bringing up the navcharts for her. "We are going to the forest moon of Endor, the planet itself is rather gaseous and uninhabitable. The moon, however, is temperate and has large, ancient trees. It is home to Ewoks, a furry race of bipeds, Goraxes, a huge race of primitives in the mountains, Yuzzums, Teeks, condor dragons, and a settlement of reptilian marauders. We will be living in a small human settlement in an uninhabited area of Endor, to stay away from the natives." He speculated further on this, "Just in case."

She frowned. "Just in case? What do you think will happen? Are they dangerous?"

He shook his head. "No, but none of the native races are very intelligent. The Ewoks are highly impressionable and will likely not know the difference between friend and foe. If Imperials came looking for us, they would likely share the information with any protocol droid that spoke their language. They are also so primitive that they would likely be stunned by the technology of the droid in the first place, and not keep a secret even if they wished to."

She nodded. "I see. I would likely tell a droid like C3P0 anything he wanted to get rid of his annoying inquiries."

He chuckled at this. "Well, they are rather amiable, but we need to avoid them for now. The settlement of humans is one to be only mildly trusted- they have been out of the loop and are not aware of the Empire or that the Clone Wars are over, but they will learn soon enough. I am hoping that because they are so far off the beaten track, they will not recognize either of our faces. If they have heard of either of us, it would be as 'Senator Amidala' and 'Obi-Wan the Negotiator.'" He almost grimaced at another one of his titles he repeated in his head "Obi-Wan the Sith Killer". It had been one that Anakin had always scorned because he had wanted it for himself. And it also brought a nagging reminder that he had failed to succeed over the worst yet of the Sith- Darth Sidious and Darth Vader.

He could not hide his own disgust at himself and she frowned, but did not inquire. She knew her friend had demons of his own to conquer. "That is why I did not choose my given name- any of them." She said this last quietly, "Especially to not be Tiané Skywalker. Everyone knows Anakin's last name, he was always 'Anakin Skywalker the Chosen One'. Or 'Commander Skywalker'." She frowned, trying to push the thoughts of him away again. "Would they know you as General Kenobi?"

He shook his head. "That title was rarely uttered outside of the army itself. As long as there are no Clone Troopers in residence on Endor, we should be fine. My war victories were not as pronounced, more loved to talk of how I would end confrontations without a single blaster shot fired." He murmured bitterly, "I wish I had always been successful in that."

She took his hand, "We both need to quit looking back on the past, we both need to look towards the future."

He squeezed her hand, and stood taller. "You're right, Padmé, no more what-if's."

The conference room was silent as Commander Appo read the Emperor and Darth Vader his report. He had been ordered to comb through the intelligence reports and report the name and location of every Jedi that had survived the Order 66. He had led the 501st Legion beside Lord Vader in the initial attack on the Jedi Temple. He intoned all of the names on the short list he had found, finishing up with, "Obi-Wan Kenobi, location unknown."

Palpatine raised his hand, reminding him, "Yoda's body was never retrieved. It is not wise to assume his death."

Lord Vader beside him agreed. "It is dangerous to assume these things. How carefully have you searched for General Kenobi?"

Commander Appo drew up, almost fidgeting in his Clone Armor. "We have conducted a very thorough search of every planet that has a Clone or Droid unit stationed. We also have plans for teams to be sent on many planets in the Outer Rim, sir."

Vader raised a hand to his helmet, and cocked his head to one side, as if in thought. "That is not enough."

The Commander bowed his head, chastised. "Yes, sir. We shall double our efforts right away, sir."

Darth Vader shook his head, bringing a transcript of the report closer for viewing. "I shall take on personal responsibility for leading the search for my old Master. I shall begin this search as I eliminate the other members of this list." He scanned through it quickly, digesting the information. "We shall start with Jedi Knight Amras Narmolanya on the planet Rhen Var."

The Emperor chuckled. "You will enjoy that icy planet much more with the safety of your suit. Take the Legion with you, eliminate anyone that looks like they support the Jedi or does not support the Empire."

Lord Vader inclined his head, "As you wish, master."

Sorry it was so short this time, I wanted to go ahead and get another chapter up, since I have had so many requests to do so… I hope everyone is enjoying the progress so far! As usual, all reviews have been incredibly helpful and are a great encouragement. :)