The Untold Chronicles Of The Kenobi's Chapter 13, a star wars fanfic

Finally had 3 seconds spare (I'll probably end up paying through the nose for it!) and I managed to write this chapter. I didn't think anyone in my house went to bed before 1 am but when I exited to try to put this up last night, it appeared everyone was asleep and everything was turned off. So it comes before you, today of all days, as a not entirely crap chapter. This is rather remarkable because as most people know, work done after midnight is often shonky and should be redone. If there is a fault, email me at the walking dead… yeah, not my real address but it should be. Maybe I'll put it up now….

The review responses:

PeachTao: It's nice to see that you've started to read this fic and that you're enjoying it. Thanks for the review.

ButterCowLuvr: Thanks and this is the beginning of the more. I was awaiting the Revenge of the Sith novel to continue it and trying to work out where the cash was gonna appear from to purchase it when my baby bro decided to be nice and give it to me for my birthday. The little terror can be cute! (at times!) but now I can continue this faster and you will have to wait (hopefully, assignments pending) less time than 2 weeks for updates.

obiisgod: Yeah, you can't not squeal, can you? And over stupid surjan pictures too… But Keitha has a better reason to try not to squeal, she's preggers and Obi would make a good dad (if he didn't lecture the kid all of the time!). School was certainly different while you were playing the koala, it was quiet and I actually got some work done ;). Surjan will die before the sun explodes. He'll probably fall over and stab himself while he's being the pretty little poster boy in a reflective surface.

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Keitha flipped her fighter through the beams of light surrounding her. It would have been beautiful if it wasn't so deadly. Right now she was perusing three vulture craft through the mess that was the capital ships also participating in this fray and so far it was proving to be a good hunt.

"Come on, come on. Just a little to the right," she was murmuring to her empty cockpit. She pressed the trigger lightly, barely brushing it. A flower of light bloomed in front of her, closely followed by another. She continued chasing the last vulture till it too exploded, but not by her own devises.

"Hey! That was mine!"

"Surely little sister you could let the clones have at least one kill."

Keitha smiled and looked through the cockpit to just next to her in time to see Aithne take the position on her left wing.

"Decide to join us?"

"Enough with the wise cracks. Let's kick some mechanical arse!"

Keitha noticed two things at that point; Aithne's voice was crackling, a sure sign of a bad comm channel and that there was now two ugly looking craft in her rear display.

"Hate to talk and run but…"

Keitha flipped her ship away from her friend and headed towards the heart of the fire fight.

"Now for some fancy flying!"

Aithne watched her friend split away, soulless fighters hot on her tail and sighed. Maneuvering her craft in behind another squadron of enemy fighters she allowed her thoughts to flicker. Keitha was now 5 months pregnant and just starting to show. Anyone would have thought that with those extra hormones floating through her system she would be more careful. She had been anything but that. If anything at all, she was even more reckless than before. Aithne watched the droids behind Keitha blow. 'The girl can still fly…'

Keitha frowned. Something wasn't right.

"You get hit little sister?"

Aithne was on her wing and was sending her concern through the Force. Something…

"We need to get to that ship."

She directed her wing pilot's gaze towards General Grevious's main ship. Confussion rang true and she could hear the pin drop in Aithne's mind. Aithne was sure she had lost it.

"May I ask WHAT THE KRIFF FOR?"

"Red Leaders in trouble."

"Ahh, Kenobi. Fine then. We'll see what we can do without getting in lover boy's way."

Keitha analyzed the situation, something new to her which had appeared along with the bump on her gut.

"Let's clear some vultures from it."

"Oh, that's not good."

They watched as the view port blew out on the bridge.

"He's not floating. I can feel it."

Then it went worse.

"It's splitting."

The ship didn't just split, it snapped spectacularly in two.

"Kriff. Let's fly by the front and try to clear some debris for it. Anything that hits it at that speed is only gonna cause a mess for both parties."

Keitha moved her ship following the sound instruction of her wing pilot, praying all the way.

"Skywalker, do this and get him home safe and I'll kiss you."

The ship came down but luckily it was a reasonably controlled crash.

They were safe.

Keitha was waiting in her apartment for Obi-Wan. This would be the first time since she knew she was pregnant that she had seen him and she wanted it to be perfect. She was just checking her clothing again, modestly little to show the bump, when she heard it, a slam. Keitha froze and moved towards to source of the sound, lightsaber drawn. She was in visual range of the kitchen when a dark brown head bobbed into view.

"Hello little sister. Don't mind if I borrow your snacks, do you?"

Keitha growled.

"I am NOT your little sister, I'm older than you. Second, you can't just walk into my apartment whenever you feel like it. Third, why hasn't Kecil attacked you yet?"

A roguish young face smiled at her, his hand full of food and some more covering his face. He moved towards her and she felt like throttling him. He couldn't stay any longer. HE would wreak it.

"You look tired little sister. Why don't you sit down? I'll get Kecil for you. He likes me."

"Dante…"

The boy looked up, puppy eyes in full swing. Aithne had taught her young apprentice more than just the ways of the Force, and right now she hated her for it.

"…Get out now before I kill you."

8 year old eyebrows rose.

"Surely you wouldn't do THAT. It would be very un-mother like of you."

"GET OUT NOW!"

"You can't catch me!"

And the run began as a familiar male face entered the apartment.

Obi-Wan had no idea what he was seeing when he walked in. Well, he could SEE but it was just something he wasn't expecting. A small boy was sprinting around the apartment which was supposed to only have Keitha in it. What's more, Keitha was chasing him and didn't look impressed.

"Getting slow as you get old there Keitha."

"Dante, get back here now!"

"But you'll kill me! You even said it yourself! Don't tell me you're getting senile too?"

"DANTE! DOOR! NOW!"

"uhmmm, no. Why do you want me gone so badly?"

"GET OUT!"

"NO!"

Obi-Wan stayed just inside the door way, watching with a grin plastered on his face. This was amusing. The door slid behind him and he felt Aithne enter.

"Keitha, have you seen Dante…"

"I guess she has."

The new comer looked up at the Jedi Master.

"Kenobi. Please excuse me."

She then moved in front of him and let herself be known.

"Dante! Get here pronto!"

The boy stopped dead in his tracks and slowly moved forward towards Aithne. Keitha looked over and let the conflict of her emotions show on her face. But he let his attention turn to the small boy, wondering what Aithne was going to do.

"What have I told you before?"

"Don't annoy the frail."

"So what do you say you were doing now?"

Aithne obviously ignored the stupid comment her padawan made and also chose to ignore the daggers being sent towards her from the room's other female occupant.

"Sorry."

Aithne's eyes had a mixture of amusement and anger in them.

"You will be. Excuse us Master Kenobi, Keitha."

And they left the room leaving the lovers alone. To say it was awkward is an understatement.

"Hi."

Keitha rushed him, saying more than just 'hi'.

Another person who Kecil does not attack. Let's see in the next chapter if Kecil still hates Obi!

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