Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

Also a warning… this fanfic is rated MA for adult themes. I have also officially crossed over into "Obidala land"… in other words, if you're offended or otherwise do not like the pairing between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padmé Amidala, then please don't read further to spare yourself the irritation. Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter 7

He continued to laugh at the impassioned attempt the Jedi Knight flung at him, watching as Jori activated his lightsaber and nearly flung the green blade in his direction. His own lightsaber activated as quickly, but he took his time in defending against the onslaught. Darth Vader laughed harder when he saw the desperation in the young Jedi's eyes, the fear. "Your fear does not become you," he taunted, "Remember your training? Fear leads to hate." He parried another attack, barely moving his mechanical arm as he recalled Yoda's ancient words. "Hate leads to suffering." He thrust back at the Jedi, remembering suffering of his own. "These lead to the Dark Side, you fool. You cannot fight a Sith with fear."

Jori Carver struggled to maintain composition over his face while avoiding the Sith Lord's blows; Darth Vader had quickly gained control over the battle. Everything he had always head about Anakin Skywalker had been true then, and amplified times ten in his newfound Dark powers. "How could you?" was all that Jori could manage to get out, recalling the stories of the Chosen One bringing balance to the Force.

If he still had a jaw to set, he would have set it now, facing the ever irritating reminder of his past, how he was "failing" everyone in the Order. How he had failed his Master, his brother. Every remnant of the Jedi was another reminder of what their expectations were. "Perhaps I shall bring balance to the Force by exterminating every last one of you." He ground out, applying more force and power to each swing of his mechanical wrist.

"You'll never do it! There will always be one!" The young Jedi's optimism would have been enlightening in a different circumstance. Here, it was just pathetic. Like the rest of the Jedi scum, Darth Vader reflected, just pathetic.

The Sith Apprentice struck out once more, slicing off the lightsaber wrist of his opponent. He stood above him as he clutched the stump of his arm, silent. The Jedi stared up at him, his eyes reflecting the pain of his wound and the betrayal he knew all Jedi remaining felt. "You were the Chosen One!" Jori Carver echoed the words Darth Vader had heard in every fight that he had chosen to let the victims remain alive long enough to speak.

Darth Vader finished the fight, heaving his red lightsaber blade through the man's chest. "You have no clue about what that means." He said softly, to the man's dead body. Another Jedi gone; one less to badger him about their expectations, their wants their needs… The Jedi are just as selfish as they complain the Sith to be.

Queen Jamilla struggled in the bonds between two Clone troopers. "You're just a murderer, that's all you'll ever be, Anakin Skywalker." She spit out his real name vehemently. "No one will ever forgive you."

He reached out, curling his gloved fingers in, watching her crumple in the hold of his men. The only one that he would ever need forgiveness from was gone. "There is nothing to forgive." He announced, not taking a second glance at her slack body. "Take her to the ship, it is time to leave." Leave Naboo forever.

Delighted murmurs and moans encouraged Obi-Wan to continue his exploration down the front of her chest, settling his fingers at the top of her gown. "This won't do." He looked up at her, trailing his fingers through her hair, playfully tugging at the strings of her gown with the Force. This surprised her, and she erupted in giggles, pulling him close for a kiss. The surprise in the motion had caused her to break her connection with him, however.

"Obi-Wan, don't… use your hands." She drew his hands to her breast, curling his fingers around his to cup her. She watched as passion lit his own eyes, and she drew into his feelings once more. He was no longer interested in dragging this phase out, passion igniting his need to feel her skin, elicit more of those delightful moans. He scrambled to finish the work of the strings, dexterous hands finding a new use. His fingers nearly trembled as the realization of what was next came to him, he felt no longer a Jedi Master, but a simple man.

He was only human, after all.

More and more soft skin was revealed. At long last, he loosened the last string from its eyelet and bared her breasts to him. He nearly stared in awe, the passion in Obi-Wan the man stirring again within him and losing Obi-Wan the Jedi far behind. He bent to kiss her, and then wrap his tongue around taught nipples.

She arched her back, moaning at the sudden, intense feeling. She clung to their connection in the Force as he picked up his pace, his tongue working his way around nipples and curves. His hands roved further, pushing the gown down and away from her to gain further access. He found her hips and started tracing circles with his fingers in the same patterns he was manipulating with his tongue.

Padmé found she needed physical support as well, and grabbed him, her fingers gripping his shoulder almost painfully. He continued working the gown away from her body, sliding his hand across her supple bottom as he lifted her to finish the job of undressing her. He finally broke contact from her breasts, first eyeing what he had revealed in a hot gaze, then going back to her face. He did not need to speak, she knew what he asked. She pulled him down to kiss him once more.

I love you, I want you to do this. I need this. She communicated this through their bond and through the encouragement of her bare hips against his. She felt him harden at the pressure of her body against his. She moved her hands down his back, searching for the bottom of his tunic.

He broke off from their kiss long enough to haul the tunic over his shoulders. She sucked in her breath, admiring his hard chest, his abdomen. Her eyes trailed to the V that led down below his pants, and smiled. He could not help the blush at her amorous glance; Obi-Wan the man had not had a woman admire him in a long time. But he gained confidence; this was Padmé, not just any woman. The woman he was willing to love, no, did love.

She traced her fingers across his bare chest, frowning slightly at the light scars across his skin. She touched her lips to each one, gaining a groan at each touch. Her lips edged lower and lower still, towards the area she had eyed before. As she got closer, he softly pushed her back, feeling as if he would explode if she continued her explorations.

His eyes met hers; she could see the passion about to erupt within him. She smiled, wrapping her fingers in his. She took his hand, placed it on her hip. His blue eyes were still locked on hers, and she felt she would drown in them, but happily. Their bond washed over her mind, and she decided to voice her feelings as well. "Obi, I love you." She murmured. It was enough to drive him over the edge, and he kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, awash with passion.

Their shuttle back to Coruscant was quiet, the clone troopers going about their business as usual. It was this solitude that Darth Vader enjoyed the most. But there were other matters at hand to deal with.

"Read me the list, Commander." He referred to the list of remaining Jedis, growing ever shorter.

The Commander snapped a salute, prompting the holograph pad in front of them on the desk. "Sir, there are three names left on the list. The next name is Bene, on the planet Alderaan. And then there are Keine Ghinori and Rono Heinter on the planet Metalorn."

Darth Vader sat silent for a moment, wracking his brain for information about the planets. He could not recall either, except he vaguely remembered that Alderaan was home to Senator Bail Organa. He would have to check the datafiles later. "And what have you learned in the search for Obi-Wan Kenobi?" this was the more crucial of the list- he would abandon the petty, weaker Jedi in order to encounter his old Master. His loss on Mustafar would not be permitted, he needed to redeem himself. He also did not favor knowing that the Jedi that was most loyal to democracy was still wandering around freely. They needed complete control in order to maintain their Empire.

Appo cocked his head, pausing for a moment before he answered. "We have found no conclusive evidence of that Jedi's whereabouts. We placed tracking beacons on the two shuttles that left Mustafar, but both happened to be decoys and were abandoned on more populated planets." Appo did not like admitting his failure to the Sith Lord.

Vader took a deep breath, toying with disciplining Appo or not. It was not his fault, however, and he decided to let it slide, for now. "And your search of the Outer Rim?" he prompted.

Appo actually smiled at this, "It has been rather fruitful, we have found several Force sensitive candidates, working with some of Darth Sidious's disciples. We also have several hopeful candidates of planets to search in the future. There are several habitable moons and planets on our list, we feel confident that Obi-Wan cannot hide for long. We have placed several spies in several of the planets already."

Darth Vader inclined his head. "Very good. I want to be alerted immediately if you find him."

As usual, let me know what you think! Many thanks to Hearts, who has been helping by supplying me with names for Jedis… except Jori Carver, that is thanks to Star Wars Battlefront. No one's caught on to that, Jori was one of the stupid Rebel pilots from that game that tends to annoy the crap out of you on Bespin. Please review:)