This story is dedicated to the person who yelled out at the top of her lungs recently "Take me now!" when the student teachers were walking past AND IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! It was screamed out as a part of a different conversation we were having at the time and my god it couldn't have been better timed if you planned it. Definatly worth a large notation in the obiisgod hall of embarrassments. And just think, those guys kept giving you weird looks every time they went past us afterwards. Well done my friend, that will defiantly plague you till we loose contact or one of us dies. It made my week.
My reviews are long this chapter so I will keep it short and love the weather (31 degrees Celsius people. Heaven has just arrived on I tried to email you but it was being dodgy so I'm sorry! If you want to email me with more questions I'm pretty sure my email address is on my profile. The end is yet to come and no, Obi doesn't die. obiisgod would kill me. Literally. I'm sure I've mentioned this before but she knows where I live!
Hiei-Touya-icedemon: I plan to read all of the stories of the reviewing people in the summer holidays (I think I have at least 8 weeks of them! happy humming sound and wild dancing around the room) as there has been just too much school work so far that I can barely keep my head on straight. But when that day comes, I will try to review EVERY chapter of yours for you. I'm glad I inspired you to make your voice heard. Thank you for the compliment and I am eternally happy that you have placed this story on your favourites list.
obiisgod: Jason in YOUR bed? Get in line, I saw him first! Anakin isn't a bum, he's just annoyed, much like every human gets when they are not told the truth by a loved one.
And the person I saved till last:
Kavek: I will try to be nice and I mean no comment that I say as a reply in any harsh spirit. If you think the tone is not right please forgive me, my works are my children. As it is I know this one could be behaving better but it hasn't worked like that.
The characters. I know I haven't got them down to pat as I am not very knowledgeable on George Lucas's personalities for his new children (I prefer the original generation and their children). I am out of my element and I acknowledge this. Thank you for telling me that I got Anakin relatively down to pat. He was the easiest one for me as I can understand. I didn't want him to be too headstrong for this though as this story doesn't focus on him. Mace Windu… I never understood his character and I have never read a book with him in a staring role (I don't believe that he had a starring role in ROTS). A side issue, Aithne is NOT the Mary Sue, Keitha is. Yoda is again, not in a staring role and I didn't want him to steal the show. He certainly wasn't introduced for comic relief, that was not planned but it just happened.
Obi-Wan… maybe I haven't made this clear. I hope I make it clear now and kill it in the sand. This story was made for obiisgod. Look at her pen name. She is a friend of mine and after the beginnings of a fetish for him she asked one of the few people she knows who can write stories on command, me, to do a story. It was probably more along the lines of me 'offering' to get her to not be as screechingly loud about someone who I don't have any real… physical love for. Don't get me wrong, Obi-Wan is a great guy. I just won't be out the back of his trailer with him, you know? And because I have to make him bend to her wishes, his character is screwed. Maybe you understand now.
My personal thing is why would you read a Mary Sue if you don't like the stuff? What the? If you really dislike it why would you read it after it became really obvious what was happening? Other than that, thank you about the tip on my technique, I don't like to write romance but still, I value my friends enough to do something I am not good at for them.
Now on with the show. Please review.
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Keitha looked out of the window. Obi-Wan had left earlier the day before to finish General Grevious's reign of terror and probably the war. The Separatists would hardly continue after their final champion had died. Peace would rule the Republic, and this was beginning to scar her. During war almost anything was excused, even their child could be conveniently ignored, but with its end there would be no excuse for the Order not to crack down on them. Keitha knew she shouldn't worry, Obi-Wan probably had a plan but still.
There were other things too. Her emotions were starting to fluctuate wildly and cravings were becoming more a fact of life than an oddity. And she was getting fat. Fat… she had never imagined herself like that before. A shudder ran through her spine. Something was wrong.
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"Master!"
Aithne opened her eyes but stayed kneeled on the floor. She had been meditating when she had begun to feel it. A thousand cries of pain tearing at the Force. Masters, Jedi, Padawans, younglings…
"Master! Why are they screaming? Why are they crying into my head?"
Aithne turned towards her apprentice, suddenly seeing how young he truly was. The small boy was crying almost hysterically, tears streaming down his face.
"They were my friends. Why are they hurting? Why Master? Why? Why"
Aithne held Dante close to her body, letting his tears soak her clothes. Her voice came out in a croak, like an old woman trying to speak after a centaury of silence.
"There are some people in this world who for no reason do things which don't make sense, like killing people. But there are others who do these same bad things for a reason and those are the people who are truly evil, because they've thought their plans through. Dante…"
Aithne held her padawan's chin up so she could look him in the eye. The deep browns before her were showing a visible pain.
"We will get through this. And you must keep fighting, no matter what. For your friends. For me. This next bit is important so listen to me carefully and hear everything I say. You keep fighting and running, even if there is no one with you. You keep going because you are the future of this Order. Even if I die, you keep going. Even if there is no other Jedi you keep fighting because you have to remember that I need to know that you are there, that you are safe, that you still have the spirit left to fight them. If I stop, keep moving. Do you understand this?"
Dante looked her in the eye, his face set in stone. When he spoke, his voice did not waver, though it did sound slightly higher pitched because of his cries before.
"I will not fail you Master. I promise, no matter what I will keep going, for you, for my friends."
Aithne looked at him, letting sorrow creep onto her face, wiping at his tear-streaked face. She hugged him again, this time it was warmer than before and Dante took a great comfort in this.
"I know you will. Let's get Keitha and get out of here."
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Keitha stood in her quiet room and looked out of the window towards the smoke that was formally the Jedi Temple. At certain points of her house she could see it and this particular window in the main lounge was the best viewing place. Before it had been a beautiful sight, a masterpiece set against the back drop of racing speeders and high rise buidings. But now… the smoke chocked the landscape around it. Jest a moment ago she had began to feel her colleagues and the younglings die. It was a terrible feeling, almost like someone had ripped out her heart with their bare hands and then cut her a thousand times with a dull vibroblade.
And she knew who was responsible. She had felt him through the Force. 'Skywalker, you idiot.' The sound of clones, their feet moving in unison along the floor reverberated through her apartment, a former place of joy, happiness and togetherness. She felt their adrenaline rise ever so slightly at the prospect of a fight (they're clones. Not dead. And they have to have some type of biological response to stuff even if it's mild) as they saw her and heard their hands move slightly, giving out positions, yet she didn't move. She heard their guns being moved to ready position and their knees scraping against the floor as they kneeled to get a better shot of her. She touched her belly, closing her eyes. 'Goodbye Obi-Wan.'
But there were no shots that pierced her body, violating her unborn child. Instead there was the snap-hiss of two lightsabers springing to life, and the sounds of a fierce but on sided battle. In a heartbeat it was over.
"Little sister? Come on, we don't have much time."
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Short? I know but this is the only stuff which flows well in this chapter and considering the amount of work I have piled up it is all I have time for at the moment. Will update when I can.
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