The Untold Chronicles Of The Kenobi's Chapter 6, a star wars fanfic

Responding to the reviews:

Esteban T. Rodriquez: Aithne is the person who Keitha calls constantly on the trip to Alderaan and while she is there. Aithne briefly refers to the numerous calls when she is talking to Keitha at the end of chapter 5. It hasn't been explained yet, and it will this chapter, but she is the other padawan referred to in chapter 1 who was with Keitha when her master dies. Aithne's master takes Keitha in under her wing, so their friends. Tierdness is always fun. Don't you just love it when you get over tired and then for the life of you, you can't get to sleep? That sucks big time. I have to update often, as I have said before obiisgod knows where I live and unfortunately she has this killer possum that likes human flesh! Once life dies down again I will hunt down your fic and read it. That is a promise. This may make me sound very stupid but who is the Kool Aid man? I like that comment about the stalker and I appreciate your comments.

Jedis'Mistress: Are you sure that you aren't obiisgod in a disguise? You sound like her. By the way, no one can be as far in that gutter as her. She owns that gutter and dug it down to England (China is not opposite us.). What you think happened DID happen and I MIGHT have it discussed sometime later. Just remember the rating. But anyway, keep reading and talking. It's nothing against you but even with the magnitude of evidence obiisgod has provided that there are other people out there the same level, and more nuts than her I still don't believe it. Enjoy this chapter because the ones coming are going to be good (fingers crossed).

obiisgod: Cute? Hot and steamy? I suppose that those are compliments, especially the cute one since normally I don't write cute. And you didn't squeal! Your brother didn't give you queer looks then? I just had a brain wave! You have to wait till you've read this to know what it is though. HA! And I'm glad I'm being good. I'm guessing it's not going to be good if I become bad, is it?

Thank you to everyone who has read this. Remember, reviews let me know whether or not it's good or pathetic, so keep them coming in.

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Keitha woke with a start and sat up in her bed. Adrenalin was rushing through her veins and she felt her heart start anew. An image of Obi-Wan jumping out of a high window, glass shattering around him as he leapt for some sort of object outside of it ran through her mind. She shook her head several times to get the image out. This was obviously a throw back of being so close to the other Jedi, one that she did not expect. She got up and moved towards the small kitchen which was a part of the small apartment which she used. Technically it was hers, even though Jedi were not allowed attachments. It had been her friend Aithne's master who had fought passionately for Jedi to be allowed to live in their own places of residence away from the Temple. He had won, even if it was only through sheer will. 'Aithne…' Her friend had arrived on Corusacaunt again after her mission had been completed. Keitha had called her repetitively when she was on Alderaan but when it had come to the crunch had been unable to tell this woman who was practically her sister of her sin. It made Keitha feel guilty to hold such a secret from Aithne but she felt deep down that it had to be done. She thought back to earlier that day when they had talked over some kaffe.

"I wonder about you sometimes."

Keitha looked up and laughed lightly at Aithne's comment. Keitha was in a light mood. "And why do you do that?"

"Because you're more like me and Master Itzak than you care to realise. And the fact that my former Master and I cause all sorts of trouble without anyone seeing the consequences too publicly. I have a deep fear that you may follow our lead."

Keitha laughed again at her friend. "Like I'd get into trouble. I'm the good one, remember?"

Aithne smiled slightly at that. "Whatever trouble it is on your mind, just be careful little sister. Don't get hurt."

Keitha looked thoughtful at that comment and managed to whisper, 'Yeah, I'll be careful.'

Keitha was brought out of the memory by a slight tingle across her body, almost like a surge of electricity. 'What are you doing Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan stoped out of the apartment which he thought was Keitha's apartment. It was the right number but it seemed very different to what he thought was her style. He hovered his hand above the call button for a second before pressing it. The door flung open and he found himself face to face with Keitha.

"Jedi Kenobi. Please come in."

Obi-Wan walked into the apartment to see a slight living area with an open door off to the side which he identified as a bedroom. There was a small kitchen in the corner of the living area. Just as he was finishing taking in the room Keitha through herself on him, mouths combining more passionately than either of them felt possible. It continued, only with Keitha leading them towards the room Obi-Wan had identified as a bedroom moments before. They entered the room and clothing flew.

Aithne relaxed on her sofa and answered her blaring comm. It had been annoying her for a while but it had not been enough to motivate her to turn off her holoshow to answer it before now. It had just reached maximum 'must die' levels of annoyance. "Aithne here."

"And just as I was thinking that my intelligence was wrong and you weren't actually home."

"Master Itzak!"

The middle aged man's handsome face looked through the screen at his former apprentice. "It's good to see that you're still alive. Haven't those antics of yours killed you yet?"

Aithne laughed at the older man. "They haven't killed you yet so I don't have a care in the world."

Master Itzak smiled at her. "No. Not yet. I suppose that you are doing well. You always did do quite well for yourself. Have you met up with Keitha yet?"

Aithne's face dropped slightly. "Yes, I have met up with her. She's well. But that's all that's up if you talk to her. Little sister isn't saying much."

Master Itzak's face became more serious. "Do you want to voice your suspicions? Even if they are groundless it may make you feel better. You two were always close. From the first second you met, Xi-Juan and myself knew that we would never be able to keep you apart. There was something about you two. You've been through a lot together."

Aithne sighed. "She's never kept anything from me before. She even told me about those nightmares she had after her Master died. She let me help her through it."

"And you did help her, even though you were suffering your own nightmares because of what you did and saw trying to help Xi-Juan."

"But she's keeping something from me now, I know it. And it's big too. But I will find out."

Obi-Wan left the comfort of Keitha's arms and looked down at her sleeping form, smiling. He simply loved the way she looked so peaceful when she slept. 'So beautiful…' His reverie was broken though by a need as old as man, the urgent need felt by one who needs to relive himself. He left the bedroom and began the quick search for the 'freasher. He found it and entered the small room. Keitha obviously liked her style as he realised what he originally thought of as a plain white room actually turned out to be small silver white tiles. All of this he took in as he did his business. As he did what men do in toilets, a rustling almost scratching sound began behind him. He finished up and looked around as the toilet was flushing to see what was causing the sound. There was nothing there. He dismissed the sound as a figment of his imagination and moved to wash his hands, completely unaware that he was being watched.

Keitha woke up slowly, images of the night before teasing their way back into her mind, along with the lingering smells wafting through the room. She stretched her arms out wide across the bed, her hand resting on the warm spot left by the recently departed Kenobi. She smiled. Her relaxation came to an abrupt end though when she heard a male voice cry out, "What the kriff?" accompanied by a loud, vicious, almost barking sound. Keitha sat bolt upright and cried out in realisation. "Kecil!"

Next chapter: Questions appear. Will there be answers though, or will everyone be shut out? I won't know till I write the thing. Oh, and there will be more Kecil, the feral evil possum who likes to eat people.

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