There is a major jump here in the times. To put it very simply; I will not write out 5 years (or however long it is) of peoples individual adventures during the Clone Wars. I do not have that much time on my hands. So I will write 2 chapters which are in this period of time and are relevant to the finale; The Revenge Of The Sith! So don't try to work out where this is yet, I will work that out myself in a couple of weeks.

Here are the review responses for those lovely people I want to hug.

storyshark2005: Thanks. I try to please. 10th grade, god it's annoying. I'm in 11th myself and those pesky assignments just keep pilling up. FanFiction is a great stress release. It's perfect for those days when you have those teachers who you know you know more than them, and their just reading from a text book, but they get payed and… Let's just say, it was one of those days. Keep on reading and reviewing! Don't let the stress get to you!

obiisgod: I LIVED! You didn't even hurt me! HAHA! One day, before the sun explodes, the Surjan will die. Ah yes, the twins. Later on in life, the little incest twins. Aithne is a good little friend at times. AT TIMES! That could change. There's always next chapter. And of course there are other people having fun out there, like that chick you're gonna kill and the guy who wears white shorts on weekends. GET WELL SOON! 

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The ballroom was incredibly grand, almost impossibly so. A large solid gold chandelier hung from the centre of the room creating a romantic glow. Obi-Wan, wearing his Jedi tunic without the robe (robes are NOT a smart idea anywhere near a dance floor) stepped into the ceremony and made his way towards a large, ornate wooden bar. The music which had been flooding the hall graced its way to a stop and the dancers in the middle of the room broke away from their partners to clap the orchestra. A large deep toned instrument started a lively beat which resembled a slowed down, loud human heart. He listened to the beat, letting his mind wander through the Force. This had become a luxury in the past few years since the Clone War had begun and because of this he almost didn't notice the woman who came to sit down next to him. High pitched smaller string instruments wailed into being beautifully bringing a sorrowful edge to the song. This was unlike any song he had ever heard of before.

'The sirens will start soon."

Obi-Wan turned to regard his new companion. She was wearing a tight, skin hugging silver dress, a red dragon snaking up one side and a high slit on the other. Her brown hair was wrapped up in a loose bun, allowing stray hairs to frame her face. Silver eyes flickered under heavy, dark lashes. Her arms were covered by long white gloves, as the dress had no sleeves, and she wore white knee-high boots. Obi-Wan stood, facing his companion.

"Shall we dance?"

She offered out a hand almost regally.

"Of course Master."

Obi-Wan took hold of her hand and together they moved out onto the dance floor. The sirens started, just as she had predicted, their enticing voices calling out to the audiences.

"What's the situation here?"

"Straight down to business then?"

They moved to the floor and began to dance gracefully. The woman looked up, fire alight in her eyes.

"To put it simply, a border dispute. To go into detail; on one side, the rightful legal owners want to sell out to Count Dooku. Trust me on this, under all the paperwork the Meri are the legal owners. The human populace DID buy the land, but it was done illegally. It was quite difficult to find out."

Obi-Wan lost himself in his thoughts again, thinking the situation through.

"Well, we have to try to negotiate…"

"You don't remember who I am, do you?"

Obi-Wan's eyes snapped back from the glaze which had covered them as he examined his dancing partner and protégé again.

"She misses you."

Images floated into his mind.

"Aithne?"

Aithne nodded causing more hair to pass from behind her ears to before her eyes.

"Hello Kenobi. I bring you news from Coruscaunt."

Obi-Wan's face became earnest.

"How is she?"

"Keitha? She's okay. Do you remember your rendezvous 6 weeks ago?"

Obi-Wan's faced changed slightly, suspicious of the turn of conversation.

"What about it?"

Aithne paused, unsure how to approach the last section of this request from her friend. She had begged her to tell him when she saw him but now Aithne was here she was unsure if she wanted to proceed. 'What if he wants to hug me or something? Aw crap. Too late now.' She shifted her weight so that he couldn't drop her when he heard the news.

"She's with child. YOUR child."

Obi-Wan faltered, clearly in shock, but it did appear to be good shock so she continued.

"Congratulations. Shall I tell her you're happy or that you never want to see her again?"

Obi-Wan blurted back into reality.

"NO, no. Tell her I love her. This is wonderful. Terrific."
Aithne smiled slightly, pleased with this reaction, but it was a bitter sweet smile. Keitha would be destroying her life by having this child but now she was sure that she wouldn't be alone. Also, because of his status as both a member of the council and a hero, he might even be able to persuade the council not to persecute her.

The music came to a stop and Obi-Wan and Aithne separated from each other to join the applause. Another tune began, this one far more cheerful. Aithne turned to Obi-Wan.

"Now I have to leave. May the Force be with you, cunning father."

With that she turned to leave the man and to embrace her new assignment.

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"What did he say?"

Keitha sat across from Aithne at their favourite café. It served what was perhaps the best kaffe in three star systems and had a quaint charm to it. Right now Aithne was torturing Keitha and enjoying it. Knowledge that your opponent doesn't have is quite a powerful ally.

"I'm not sure I remember. I don't think I even told him."

Keitha frowned at her friend's smug smile. She was enjoying this too much.

"Tell me now, you sith you, or I'll show you how fast a pregnant woman's mood can change."

Aithne took a long sip of her kaffe, letting the taste linger in her mouth. This was one of the few pleasures she allowed herself that the Order also didn't have a problem with.

"I think one word he said was 'terrific' but I could be mistaken."

Keitha resisted the temptation to squeal almost unsuccessfully but couldn't keep the look of pure pleasure off of her face. Aithne's comm went off and she stood up.

"I hate to gossip and bolt but…"

Keitha waved a hand dismissively.

"Go. I no longer have any need for you."

Aithne puffed herself up in mock indigence.

"Fine then. See you latter fatty."

Keitha frowned. THAT was something she hadn't thought of, her figure. The body she had worked so hard to keep slim was about to let loose in a fashion she had never imagined.

"I'm not fat!"

Aithne laughed.

"Wait and see, little sister. Wait and see."

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