The Untold Chronicles Of The Kenobi's Chapter 19, a star wars fanfic

The last chapter. There will be sequels (by the looks of all my half done fanfics on my computer, a lot of sequels) so don't fret too much.

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Keitha sat silently in the seat directly behind Aithne. She had not spoken since she had spoken her goodbyes to Obi-Wan and it had begun to scare Aithne. Keitha was depressed and Aithne didn't like it. This was her friend, her comrade in arms, the woman who she considered to be her sister and now she was upset beyond belief. Aithne turned slightly in her seat for a brief moment trying to see if there had been any sign of visible movement in the other Jedi, and when she could fail to see it she turned back to the controls.

"It feels like a piece of me is missing."

Aithne froze. The voice had been croaky and hoarse, like she hadn't spoken in years but it was clearly Keitha. Before Aithne could answer though Dante walked into the cockpit from where he had been getting himself a snack back in the hold.

"We've come out of hyperspace. Why? Where are we?"

Aithne touched the ships controls expertly, moving the ship into a better position. A small smile came to her lips as she reached out through the Force and noticed that Keitha was curious too, the first interest she had shown in anything since they had left the capitol. Dante sat down in the co-pilot chair beside her, watching the images through the front of the cockpit. This was a place which he had never seen before, never imagined existed even in his wildest dreams. Planetoids raced them, small wonder worlds of volcanos and cliffs rose before them making the journey fraught with peril. Dante blinked hard. He was sure that a small planet which had been in front of him had just vanished.

"What's happening Master?"

Aithne's smile widened. "The passage to the planet where my Master found us is fraught with ancient natural perils. One of these is what we are seeing before us. These are the vanishing planets. Some say they have sapient minds because they go out of their way to destroy ships. They will vanish and reappear at any second. This is the path to our birth place and our new home, Dante. It is unknown to the Republic and no Empire will ever find us here."

Keitha looked through her pain towards the outside of the view port, watching with an interest which was increasing by every second which passed. Aithne continued.

"And this is where we shall begin our new life."

The comm. crackled and a woman's voice spoke through it, using their crafts call sign.

"Blade of the Jedi, I am Pilot Daniella Dreshwall and I will be your guide to the planet."

A sleek fighter craft flooded the viewport.

"Thank you pilot Dreshwall. Standing by for coordinates."

Obi-Wan held the newborn in his arms, a painful reminder of many things. Watching the birth had been painful for the exact same reasons. One of the many reasons was that he had just watched Padme, a woman who he had saved when he was with his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, his apprentice's lover, die. But the hidden hurts were just as profound. He would never see Keitha again and their child… He looked down at the infant, a decision coming to mind. He would protect this child as if it was his own. He would look after it, watch Anakin's legacy grow up and make sure that no more ill ever became of this. Tantooine… a very appropriate place. All of this had started there and now it would start there again mainly because it would never end. I know. Keitha…told me. Obi-Wan, where is she? Words that Padme had spoken before they had entered the medical bay. Keitha… Just thinking that name tore at the open wound in his heart. He lifted the infant up to his face, his beard tickling the boy's cheek. "We will survive, Luke. And one day you will be a strong Jedi, and maybe then I can see her again."

The sunlight streamed through the room making the week old infant who lay in her arms seem more golden than she really was. It gurgled and lifted its hand slightly towards Keitha's face. Keitha lowered her face to kiss the small fingers lightly while marvelling at the light wisps of golden hair on the child's crown. Small green-blue eyes looked up before closing contentedly. Keitha lifted the child to her shoulder and held her there, cuddling the babe close to her body.

"She looks like him."

Aithne stood at the door bracing herself against the frame. Keitha turned, her post maternity dress floating around her. Pants still felt to restricting so she wore loose flowing dresses to feel more comfortable.

"How can you tell? I thought she was too young to bear resemblance to anyone yet."

Aithne grinned.

"It's the eyes."

Keitha matched her friends grin. Keitha kissed the side of the babes head, then whispered to it softly.

"I love you Kiri."

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