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-Moon

19 BBY, Naboo

Jumping out of her starfighter, Ginevra leaped from the cockpit. Her hands shook with terror. She needed to find Obi-Wan. The Jedi had finally able to track down Master Kenobi's location thanks to BD-2. The little droid clang to her shoulder. She prayed Obi Wan was not dead; she hoped he was not dead. After the Clones turned on her, she barely escaped to her starship, jumping to hyperspace directly out of the hanger. Two days she spent hiding on the nearest planet.

She learned that Obi-Wan had arrived on the planet of Naboo. She hoped and prayed that he was safe and unharmed.

BD buzzed in her ear almost as a comfort for the Jedi. There was so much death in the last few days, the entire Jedi Order was gone.

With the sound of air flowing in, she heard the blast doors open. Turning her head in the direction, she saw it was Obi-Wan quickly running out to greet her.

A single tear dripped down the side of her face as she ran toward him and threw her arms around him, not caring if anyone saw. The Jedi Order was done, so damn any rules made by the council. He seemed to return the feeling as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing his lips to her golden curls.

"I thought you were dead."

"I thought you were too." She pulled away to wipe her tears. "Tell me everything that has happened? Where is Anakin? Also, I haven't heard news from Ashoka, I was in contact with her until her ship went down."

Ob-wan face was stoned cold before he spoke, "Anakin is dead."

Ginevra covered her mouth to stop the gasp, "Obi-Wan, I am so sorry... I know how important he was to you."

Obi-Wan gripped her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "We need to talk,"

"I have to talk to you too, it's important. I've been waiting to tell you for the right time, but this made me realize there will never be a right time."

Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the air hanger.

The two Jedi walked the streets of Theed to avoid any sights, heading directly to the royal palace. Moving swiftly through the halls in silence until he took her to the Royal Gardens. It was a beeline movement that went in a blur for her. She could only focus on the back of Obi-Wan's head.

When he was sure of privacy, the Jedi turned around to grasp her face. His thumb stroke across her cheek, before closing the gap between them and pressing her lips gently to hers. Their lips stayed locked together in a passion that had been missing for weeks. He pulled away from her to rest his forehead against hers.

"This will be the last time you will ever see me," He breathed

"Obi-Wan, what do you mean?" She asked gripping his hand, "We have to stay together-"

"I know your feelings tell you this, so does mine." He said as he moved a piece of her hair out of her face. "There is something of great importance I have to do,"

"Like what? The Jedi are gone, we only remain, you, me, and Master Yoda."

Obi-Wan breath before speaking, "I am going to tell you this in confidence... Anakin has a son."

"With who?"

"Senator Padme Amidala,"

The day was just filled with surprises. She had known Padme since the Council had assigned her to the Senator on missions. Ginevra has always had an interest in galactic politics and consider Padme as a friend. She never knew of such a relationship with Anakin.

Ginevra went to pull away from the Jedi Master, "Where is Padme? Is she here?" she felt hasten to see her friend.

"She died in labor."

Tears burned her eyes as she clasped a hand over her mouth. "Everyone is gone... truly gone."

Reaching over to her, Obi-Wan stroke her cheek. Taking her gently into his arms to comfort her. They had been secret lovers for the past year after Satine died; she filled the void in his heart.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?"

Pulling away from him to only grabbed his hand, "I know there is so much going on, and you have an extra responsibility."

"Tell me,"

She sighed and nodded her head, reaching over to grab his hand. The Jedi pulled her lover's hand onto her stomach. Master Kenobi's eyes widen at the feel of her stomach. He could feel the life force pulsate.

"You're with child, how long?"

His mind thought back to the times they were able to slip away to have their private moments.

"2-3 months maybe... I don't know. All I know I stopped receiving my cycle that far back." She said, her eyes showered with concern for regret. "You're going to be a father,"

Leaning forward again, he latched his lips onto her with forbidden passion. "You need to get far away, get yourself and our child to safety."

Her heart fluttered hearing him call the child that rested in her womb as his child. "I can come with you,"

"No, it's too much of a danger. You need to get to safety and away from the eyes of the Sith."

"No!"

Obi-Wan sighed, "How did you think this would turn out? Raise the child together as a small family while we just wait for danger. Because that is what would happen, I want to protect you and our little one. Ginevra, listen to me, my love, but we can't do this while the Sith is at large. They will hunt us down in numbers."

Closing her eyes tightly as tears ran down her cheek, "We should have left months ago, left the order as we talked about."

"I know," The master Jedi whispered as he held her. "I wish things were different."

"I love you so much, this can't be it."

Obi-Wan kissed her again, "You will need to go somewhere safe. We will figure this out." He whispered to her.

34 ABY, Earth year 2020

Something about holding a bat intending to destroy everything in sight seemed to bring relief to Genevieve. The aluminum was smooth in her palm as she twirled in the air with one hard whack; she broke the vase that was a housewarming gift from 6 months ago.

Crash

8 years, gone in an instance. She had nothing to show for it besides a tarnish engagement ring and a wedding dress that never seen light from its garment bag. She had given her best years to a man who only saw her as a side piece with no purposes besides sexual pleasure.

She gritted her teeth again as she swung for the matching glass wear set his mother had given to her and her ex. It made her even angrier at the thought. He was a 32-year-old man child that still did anything his mother told him.

His entire family unit was like a cult with his mother being the matron. Memories of having to spend holidays with his family over hers when her mother lived just up the road. Spending weekends alone because his mother demanded him to make the 45-minute drive to see her every weekend, leaving her alone because she had work. The 8-hour days she would have spent over there and had no energy because she spent the entire day watching what she had to say.

What was the most frustrating was being told she was a family one minute, but being excluded from an event. It involved his sibling's significant others. Rejection sensitivity was something she always struggled with it from when she was a child through high school to even early years of College. They wrote her off as too quiet, giving them cause to dislike her.

She felt humiliated, weak, and pathetic. The young woman felt sick to her stomach, she as if she was nothing.

He wasn't the first to leave her, everyone always left her. She could never keep a steady friendship alive. Her mother left her when she was a child, causing her father to dump her on her grandmother. Then five months later he remarried. Her grandmother was living alone in a nursing home an hour from here because that is all her pension could afford.

She was alone.

Hot tears ran down the side of her cheek as she swung the bat one last time, letting it fly out of her hand. It bounced off the wall, causing it to bounce off the wall into the kitchen sink. Genevieve didn't care to notice the large dent in drywall or the glass that piled around her bare feet. Gen was wearing her loose tank top and sweatpants. She was wearing the same set for the last three days. She was just angry. She gave all her energy to a man who gave her none, even in the sexual aspect. He did things to her that made her uncomfortable to the point she would cry during it. She took it because she loved him.

Another wave of pain flew through her chest, she let out a loud scream in pain. Reaching for the wine bottle next to her, she flung it hard to the same spot, pushing in the dent further, causing a bigger hole. The red wine stained the wall that pooled a large puddle.

An angry sob escaped her lips as she dropped to the ground, crushing the glass under her knees. The young woman didn't care as the jagged edges dug into her flesh.

With one last push out of her lungs, she let out a scream of agony.

GAHHHHHHHH

She felt a force pushed out of her; she had never experienced it before. The glass panels on the cabinets shattered, the small window in the kitchen splintered, even the stove glass panel cracked. She fell on her side, her cheek digging into the shards.

The ability to ignore Hux's voice was art the Kylo Ren learned on how to perfect day one of meeting the man. It was becoming unbearable to keep the man around, but he was second in command to the Order. The members of the council were discussing the plan of wearing the Resistance down. The Resistance was once a roaring fire, but now it was burning chard that was barely holding on. The image of Rey came to mind when he thought about the cowards.

He pushed her from her mind, the Commander couldn't afford to be distracted about scavenger was dead even after he had given her the chance to take his hand. Her inexperience with a lightsaber was her downfall in the forest. Ren can still remember feeling the weight of her on her saber when it went through her chest, back on Starkiller base.

She was nothing now to worry about. There was nothing that was going to fix it, it was still just a pity.

One of the Vice General spoke up, "We are gaining traction in every system. Soon the ideas of the Republic will be abandoned." He said in a prideful tone. "Which brings me to some news, General Hux would you care to present."

GAHHHHHHHHHH

The sudden scream raided into Kylo Ren's head through the force. A creature far from here carried darkness and pain, something he never felt before, not even from any Force Wielder. He slowly stood from his seat; all eyes were on Commander Ren.

No one moved from their seat, even Hux stopped talking in mid-sentence, watching the dark figure. Ren knew it was impossible for the girl to be alive. He had seen to it.

"We will finish this later," He said, not allowing anyone to finish speaking. With the swift movement of fabric, he had marched out of the conference room.

He felt the pain. Someone was calling out into the Force blindly. Another scream ripped through the Force like a rough tidal wave. Whatever this creature was, they were inexperienced in the Force, maybe even cut off from it. The figure manifested he saw a figure fading in and out from eyesight like a screen that would flicker. After a moment, the figure stabilized. It was lying on the floor, with their arms wrapped around their knees. From the sight of the figure, they were wearing black loungewear. Her shoulder blade caught his attention, a small blue butterfly was on her shoulder blade. His mind drifted to when he was a child, but he fought back the image of Ben Solo.

He was dead.

It was a young woman with a curly mess of golden hair that concealed over her face. Her dark emerald orbs were empty. He didn't know where he was, but it felt as if he was in a void. The girl stared past him as if she could see right through him. He carefully approached the disheveled girl. The looks of her showed she was no threat to him. There was something inside Ren that drawn himself to her. The Force was powerful within her. Crouching down to her eye level, he experienced nothing like this before. Slowly taking off one of his gloves, he reached out to grasp her chin. Her warm skin brought feeling to his icy hands. His leather thumb scraped across the bottom of her lip, feeling her warm breath.

Looking unsure, but at a moment's notice, she ripped her head away from him. Not before he reached out for a gold chain around her neck, breaking the clasps. He yanked it hard as she vanished from his sight.

In his hand, a pendant hung from the gold chain was a locket with a "G" shape. He took a moment to examine it. As he stood up, he heard the boots of General Hux.

"We need to finish discussing plans about the Resistance,"

Kylo Ren paid no mind and just held up the gold necklace, "I want this analyzed and tell me exactly where this is from."

Hux picked it up to examine it in the light, the gold shined in the light. "Well, I can narrow that search down to a single system."

"Where?"

"A planet called Earth; they have been under our control for well over 5 years now. That is a letter apart from one of their many languages, but the majority of Earthlings there speak basic, but they call it English. If I am not mistaken." He fiddled with the necklace between his fingers. "We worked a peaceful deal with most of the world leaders. Its politics are unstable with different regions of-"

"I don't need the planet's history; I just need to find the owner of the necklace. Have a course set towards the system."'

"We can not stop for a side trip, besides Supreme Leader Snoke will not like this diversion from our mission." Hux sneered, "Why do we need to go a lowlife underdeveloped system?"

From the corner of the General's eye view of Hux, a lower rank officer approached both men, "Supreme Leader is wishing to speak to you both."

"Thank you, we will be there immediately."

Kylo Ren nodded, he knew that the Supreme Leader had sensed the Force wielder. With a flutter of his dark cape, he marched down the hallway with Hux by his side. They stepped into the elevator that sent them down into the lower levels of Starkiller base. Walking into the dark that was dimly lit room, the blue hologram appeared into the air looking down onto General Hux and Commander Ren.

"I sensed a powerful presence in the force,"

"Skywalker?" General Hux asked.

Snoke rubbed his chin, "No, it is someone with raw, untamed talent and power. Maybe stronger than Skywalker..."

"Another Jedi then,"

"No," Ren spoke up, "I saw her, I made contact with her through the force. Nothing more than a sniveling ball on the floor when I saw her/ She had gold hair with a blue butterfly on her shoulder."

Snoke gave a low hum, "If she is in a weak state of mind, she can be molded."

"We already know of her location," Hux said as he looked at the necklace. "The Earth system."

"She has no outside influence besides the Frist Order with them being an underdeveloped planet. Bring her in, alive, She might even If she is unwilling and too powerful, kill her and her bloodline. I want her brought to me to decide what to do with her. She could be a powerful weapon. She might even be the link to find Skywalker."

Clenching his gloved hand, he could still feel the soft skin under his fingers. "I will see that it's done," Kylo spoke through his modular.