The Untold Chronicles Of The Kenobi's Chapter 18, a star wars fanfic

2nd to last chapter of this story. It's gonna be weird no having to think of ideas for it anymore. But there will be sequels. This chapter is mainly dedicated to tying up all the loose ends that I've created. But review to this chapter please. The end will be coming soon.

jayma: Thanks. I find it hard to do decent titles and I actually thought this one was a bit suss so thank you. I can completely understand having a thing for titles. Sometimes they can make or break a story.

Lynda: Apologies on how late I am fixing this. I'm glad to see you enjoy the story. obiisgod is quite an amusing person and the name really sums her up. She gets obsessed. I got my wit from my dad and we find it hard to find people who share it. This is actually one of the few places I have found people who share my humour. Yeah, I'm just in year 11, and next year is the last year! 9 days left until my exams then FREEDOM! Thank the lord and do the happy dance. Keitha and Obi-Wan… sad, I know but you may have noticed that this has been set up for sequels, one of which is already saved onto my computer.

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"Milady?"

Padme froze. She had been looking at a data pad of senate business very unenthusiastically. To tell the truth she was just trying to take her mind off of the smoke that had risen out of the Jedi Temple, the loss of the Republic and Anakin. Her whole world had crashed around her. She turned around in her seat and the data pad dropped to the floor towards the voice she heard. A startling new hope that rose in her, and she felt a strength that she didn't know she still had in her.

"Not all of us died. We will continue surviving and we will not allow Palpatine to get away with what he has done. To us and to everyone in the Republic."

She looked towards the three robed individuals, one very small one. Padme knew, in the deepest pit of her gut that they couldn't do much against Palpatine, simply because he was the most powerful man in the galaxy. Especially now he had done away with the democracy she loved and created a new Empire in its stead. She stared hard at the smallest robbed individual. This was obviously one of the Jedi younglings and it gave her a thrill. The Jedi would survive. There was still hope. Padme rose her head up, defiantly.

"You have to leave the Republic. Palpatine will hunt you until every Jedi is dead, but if you survive we will still have a hope. You have a youngling."

Her voice grew strong and a plan came into shape quickly in her mind. Strength flowed through her and she felt less desperate.

"Start another Temple. Hide it and raise more Jedi. We have been raising the idea of a Rebellion for a while now. Once you have enough Jedi come back and find either myself or Senator Bail Organa. You have to do this, for the Republic. Don't waste your lives on a suicide mission."

One of the adult Jedi spoke to her, softly but obviously impressed by her plan. The strong female voice wafted through the room.

"Thank you Milady. We shall do as you suggest."

And then she leapt off of the balcony with the child right next to it, but the last one turned slightly before following and Padme caught a glance of a wisp of golden hair floating out from under the hood.

"We are carrying the only hopes we have left now. Look after his child and don't let him touch it."

With that she left, leaving Padme to contemplate what had just exactly happened.

Obi-Wan walked across the landing platform towards one nondescript ship. The ship itself looked like a normal space yacht but it had been registered under two aliases and left to sit alone in the hanger for decades. With a little access to the Jedi library he had found out who exactly owned it, Aithne and her former, now dead master. Knowing Aithne it had to have a little extra kick a quite a bit of weaponry than what the authorities knew about. A robbed figure ran from the ramp and flew into his arms. Keitha. She was crying into his chest, tears of pure relief.

"I thought I would never see you again. I thought you were dead."

Obi-Wan looked down at Keitha's head letting his mouth talk into her golden hair, his beard tickling her forehead.

"You must survive this, for our baby."

Keitha moved away slightly and looked Obi-Wan in the eye, her own baby blues flashing with concern.

"What? Where are you going? What are you doing?"

Obi-Wan moved away from her, pushing her to arms length.

"Aren't you coming with us? Aren't you staying with me?"

"Keitha… I must… kill… Anakin."

"And in the process you would destroy yourself. Do not do it Obi-Wan. Come with me. Stay with me. Help raise our child."

Her voice was almost dismissive and he could both feel the ache beginning to form in her heart through the Force and could see it on her face. Obi-Wan almost broke into not two but a thousand pieces. This was killing both of them. It seemed an odd time to think of it but all of Aithne's threats came forth into the front of his mind. Do not break her heart Kenobi. Don't break her. He was doing this to her. He was killing her and she was killing him too. They would break and they would never repair.

"Keitha… Go with Aithne. Raise our baby. I will never stop thinking of you but you must do this. I have my path to follow and I may not return. You have yours."

Keitha's tears burned against his hand as he raised it to wipe them from her check, just as his own were making acid trails across his own face.

"I will never forget you."

They kissed, their mouths combining, their souls becoming one for the last time. This would be their end, their final meeting. They knew this and were making it a moment to remember.

"Keitha, we have to go."

Aithne's voice floated across the bay, coaxing the other woman towards the ship. Obi-Wan let go of her hand and motioned for her to walk up the ramp. Once Keitha was onboard he called out to the dark haired woman who was turning to go into the ship.

"Where will you be taking her?"

Aithne stopped and turned towards him.

"Home. You were not the only Master in the order who disobeyed the rules. Farewell Kenobi."

Aithne bowed, the highest acknowledgement she had ever given him and walked up the ramp to fly Keitha to safety.

Obi-Wan looked around the destroyed apartment. Dead clones lay across the floor, cut in two by a lightsaber. Keitha had just left without gathering up any of her belongings, nothing had been worth her life, but seeing her home like this drove a dagger through his heart. He walked down the small hallway to her bedroom. The door was wide open and inside was a scene of serenity. Compared to the total destruction elsewhere it was a vision, a vision of the past. It was just how he had remembered it, light grey walls, a wooden wardrobe in one corner, her bed in the centre of the room… He froze. Something had just let out a pained growl. He focused his eyes on the middle of the bed. On it there was a lump of brown fur. Kecil. Obi-Wan's heart stopped and he felt faint. Keitha had left so quickly that she had left behind Kecil. Obi-Wan's heart started and he was overcome with grief. Kecil moaned again, clearly in agony and Obi-Wan came to and went over to the animal. Kecil looked up at him, eyes blurry from incredible pain. He checked him over. Kecil had several bad injuries and he was bleeding to death. Obi-Wan gathered up a spare robe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around the furry creature. Kecil groaned again and Obi-Wan whispered to him.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay."

"Senator."

Senator Mon Mothma turned towards the dark corner where the voice had came from.

"Come here."

Obediently she walked over, curious to see who was there, cautiously placing her hand near a hidden blaster to see a robbed man, his hood up. He gave her a bundle and she looked down at it, seeing a curious creature looking up at her.

"Can you get him to a medical station and look after him?"

The voice had sounded familiar and she realised she was talking to…

"Master Kenobi!"

He looked sad, almost crushed.

"His name is Kecil."

And with that he was gone like a summer breeze at the coming of winter. She looked some more for him and when she found that he was well and truly gone she looked down at the bundle, a smile coming to her face for the creatures sake.

"Let's get you some help Kecil."

Obi-Wan watched Padme say good bye to her security guard. He was going to bring this to a close if he could. He had done a lot of tough things in the past day and after this final deed was done it would be the beginning of a new era, whether good or ill was yet to be seen. He had seen the Jedi Temple destroyed, murdered younglings, Keitha, Aithne and Dante leave, Kecil in a new home, the death of the old Order and by the days end the death of his best friend, his former padawan Anakin. At the beginning of the week he would never have foreseen this. Then he was whole, now he was a wreak.

'Nothing is as it once was.' An apt quote. He had no idea who had said it but it was appropriate. Nothing would ever be the same again.

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