The Untold Chronicles Of The Kenobi's Chapter 10, a star wars fanfic

I am SOOOOOO sorry that I haven't updated this in so long. I have been busy lately, having personal trouble then assignments (still haven't done all the research for one assignment, but I have another 5 weeks to complete that, so it's all good). But I know that ultimately that is no excuse for tardiness, and now I'm making up for it with 2 chapters. Now for those reviewers I have wronged:

Esteban T. Rodriguez: Thank you for the compliment and I'm sorry that I didn't update the next week, like a nornmally try to do.

obiisgod: May the Surjan die painfully, but may you have 1 night with him first (I'm so hating myself for saying that!). Talking to yourself isn't THAT crazy. I do it all the time... Let's not go there. Technically I'm talking to my pets so it doesn't count.

Now on with the show! Review if you like it!

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The air around her was a combination of deadly lights and equally deadly dust. The dust masked Keitha's light, sand coloured opponents from her view, making it hard to see the droids until she was almost on top of them. Bolts flew from the clone soldiers behind her, increasing the risk of friendly fire. Swiping at the on coming metal contraptions, deflecting the rays back towards their creators, the Jedi were starting to very slowly drive the mechanical beings back. A few more Jedi had fallen but the rest were still fighting strong.

As the fight was slowly being won, led by the blade of Mace Windu, Keitha felt apprehension and horror through the tender bond she had with her lover. 'At least I know he's alive. For now.' A brief moment of doubt at her strong thoughts slowed her movements. A bolt of pain flew through her which felt like a cut across her thigh. Keitha dropped lower, ducking into a crouch, freeing her left hand to feel her upper leg for the offending blow. 'Nothing… Obi-Wan?' Her right hand which was holding her lightsaber rose to deflect a blaster bolt aimed at her head. It followed its course back to its previous owner, blowing the droid to pieces. Another shot of pain racked through her body, this time across her arm. Her right arm. Keitha dropped the silver handle and the purple blade extinguished.

Another droid aimed at her, this time at her torso, but unlike before Keitha could not gather up the blade in time. Realisation hit her before the deadly shot, realisation that she was going to die. The bolt hit her a split second later, striking into her flesh just below her left breast. Pain raced through her body, this time her own, and the world turned into darkness.

Obi-Wan lied on the floor, unable to move his arm and leg, feeling totally helpless as Anakin fought a fight which was obviously beyond him. Yet, even knowing this as the young man must certainly have, the padawan was making Count Dooku fight for that win. Obi-Wan wasn't letting Anakin feel his doubt, instead sending him thoughts of his bounding confidence in him. 'High guard, high guard. That's it. Keep going. Push him onto his wrong side.' The energetic young padawan was loosing now, even with his skill and fitness. With one swish of the blade and a push through the Force, the brash young man was sent tumbling into his Master. Just then, Yoda came in, the small green alien showing a prowess with the blade that Obi-Wan had never seen before. As he was watching this fight, his fear dispersing, his vision began to darken. He shook his head and it cleared. Then he breathed in. pain shot through him, causing him to gasp. 'That hurt. Keitha?' It hit him suddenly, the realisation of what he had just felt. 'Keitha!'

The fighting was fierce which was both a blessing and a curse to Aithne. It meant that she didn't have time to feel emotion about her Master's death, but it also meant that she if her control on her emotions faltered for even a second, it would be it. Death. Her mind wondered. 'I know enough people there for it to be fun though.' But still, she fought like the machines she was fighting, flawlessly. Blasters shot at her; she would deflect it back towards their rightful owners, hence robbing them of the ability to do it again.

Not that far ahead of her a Jedi dropped into an impromptu low fighting crouch. Aithne frowned and started to move towards the person, to cover them so they could move back towards an aid station. She caught a glimpse of a purple blade rising up to block a blow, and then watched it fall and turn off. Aithne's eyes widened and she cut faster. Pain hit her and she realised the Jedi had been shot. Pushing 10 droids away using the Force she stood over the very quiet person, defending them and striking back.

The fight moved on, past that spot and Aithne soon found herself on her own. She knelt down to see who was the fallen hero she had saved. 'Keitha? Kriff no!' Aithne took a deep breath and looked for signs of her injury. It was a single shot to her chest, puncturing her lung. 'Still breathing… good. Bleeding… sithspit! There's blood flooding her lung!' Aithne grew more and more worried, but still retained enough sense to convert her friend's simple unconsciousness to a hibernation trance, slowing her breathing and blood flow to something near non-existent. A squad of pearl white uniformed clones stepped up to her.

"What can we do Jedi?"

The voice was gruff, obviously male. Aithne looked at them.

"Lift her up carefully and carry her to the nearest med bay and come back with your friends. I need to see how many more of us have survived this hell."

Now there is no wait. Turn the page (figuratively) and read the next part. No suspense, I know, but still…