Part Six: The Mand'alor Named Korkie

"Korkie!"

"Ork!"

The Mand'alor - all sharp edges and hard lines in his blue-white armor - barely had enough time to kneel at the two flying tornadoes coming down the hall. Somewhere, the nurses were chuckling and gaping a little, and he heard the laughter of his father (who was probably snapping pictures of this, the shit).

Korkie zoned them out, catching his little sisters easily. They were the spitting image of their father, not a mix like himself. Of course, like their father Jinn was holding tight and chattering in his ear, while Freya, whom was just beginning to talk, babbled nonsense and buried her nose in the Jedi cloak he had over the armor.

"Mama in hospital because she had baby that made her fat and we stayed with Unc'e Ani and Auntie Mé for days and Daddy insisted that we not see baby until you here but you're here and - "

He laughed, ruffling Jinn's hair while Freya clambered into an arm and held tight to his neck, as she was prone to do to just about anyone she trusted. "Take a breath kid."

Jinn scowled immediately, smacking his hand and covering her frizzy ginger hair. "Hey!"

"Jinn, don't hit your brother." Obi-Wan spoke it half-heartedly while he strolled up, getting a glare and a stomp of a foot from his oldest daughter. "Uncle Anakin can bring you back home if - "

"No!" Jinn whined, crossing her arms. "I stay here!"

Obi-Wan glanced at Korkie, whom was trying not to laugh and not grimace while Freya played with his beard. He shook his head, kneeling to Jinn's level. "Then lower your voice please - and don't hit your brother. Your mother won't want to hear you've been mean."

Jinn glared at him, then muttered, "I do it for Mommy."

Korkie raised his eyebrows while his little sister stalked a few paces away and dramatically leaned against the wall. He stood with the help of his father, getting a one-armed embrace in the process. "Gods, I wasn't like that was I?"

"Worse." Obi-Wan smiled at the eye roll he received, and gestured for his eldest to follow. "You wanted me around all the time Korks - I do apologise that I can be there for the girls and not you."

Korkie tried to shrug, accepting the hand of Jinn while they passed her. The wing in this part of the hospital was overly bright and cheery, the feelings of elation and happiness - with the occasional undercurrent of grief - made his teeth ache.

"Girl?" Korkie asked just before they reached the room.

Obi-Wan grinned while he punched in the room code. "How did you know?"

"Please Korkie."

Korkie reclined in his office chair, moving it back and forth ever so slightly, a flute of champagne in his hand. He cocked his head, looking at his aging father.

"Korkie, for the love of - "

"I didn't say no Pops." Korkie watched the slump of relief in his father's shoulders before deciding to be a dick. "But...I do want to head to a pub...or five, get high and drunk, and indulge in some slutty, slutty fantasies."

The hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. That scowl had put the fear of God into an army of the same man - and Anakin - but that scowl only made Korkie smirk now. (He did shove down the teenage instinct to shrink, but anyways.)

"Klaudius Benjamin Robert - "

"Your fault for not using condoms Dad - "

"To be fair you and Freya were complete accidents - "

Korkie grimaced, not wanting to imagine that scenario. Of course, after his three sisters all relatively close in age he could easily imagine it - which made him absolutely disgusted.

Sighing, he set the champagne flutes on the desk and leaned forward. "You're just asking to vacation here because the Senate and the Mandalorian court have leave at the same time - and you and Mom can pawn the girls off to me when you want to - "

"The last time we were together as a family for more than a few hours Lillian had just been born."

Nearly on-cue, the top of a blonde head tottered into view on Obi-Wan's side. He smiled, turning in his own office chair and hoisting up a girl of nearly two years old onto his lap.

"Who's that Lillian?" Obi-Wan asked, pointing his finger in the air.

Lillian followed his finger calmly, then squinted at the Hologram before hollering: "Korkie!"

Korkie smirked at his father's grimace, knowing that within moments his sisters would be darting into the office, followed by his mother.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?" Obi-Wan murmured, his eyes far-away.

"One condition before you guys vacation here."

"What?"

"I'm putting a box of condoms in your room."

Off-screen, he heard Freya say innocently: "What are condoms?"

"Where's Dad?" Korkie asked while he came into den. The royal chambers were rather large, as Mandalorian families tended to be big. It was full of artifacts and items and paintings from past rulers - some bright and cheerful, others rather dark and grim. The grim stuff had been shoved into a spare room for the time being - like that painting of a Jedi getting beheaded by a Dark Saber, replaced with a Holo of the Skywalker's kitten.

His mother was reclining on a sofa, and gratefully accepted the tea he gave her. "Went to meditate on the terrace - hasn't had much time in a few years."

"Of course." Korkie sat in an armchair, nudging against the Force bond he had with his father. "A Jedi must be calm and collected and be utterly - "

Fuck you, came a response in his head. Or, a feeling rather that formed the words in his mind.

Satine watched her son chuckle and shook her head. She never had quite understood the Force, despite having a Jedi as a partner for over 20 years and four Force Sensitive children. Carefully, she sipped at her tea and gave a hum of satisfaction. "You put whiskey on this."

Korkie shrugged. "You always did it for me once I was of age."

Which was true. Mandalore's drinking age was sixteen, as most kids were taught from a young age proper drinking guidelines. It was rare to hear of alcoholism in the system.

It was strange, Satine thought, to look at her son. He was so much older than his sisters - they would never have a chance to grow up together. There would be a divide between them for a long time, and not just because of the age thing. Soon enough, the girls - or well Jinn - would begin to connect their occupations with each person. She wondered if she would be as starstruck as Korkie had been.

But then again, most boys seemed to worship their father, make him a superhero...and when the Galaxy considered him a superhero…

She pressed her lips together, taking a second sip of tea. "Sapnir?"

"Of course."

Always. Obi-Wan's favorite, and all of the kids favorite too.

"Can I make a confession?"

Korkie raised his eyebrows, then sat forward, his tea nearly sloshing onto his hand. "Please tell me you are not preg - "

Satine tipped her head back and laughed. "If it makes you feel any better - your father was done after Jinn. I was the one who wanted the other two - and I got my tubes tied three months ago."

He sat back, sheepishly rubbing his free hand on his neck from the outburst. "Then what?..."

"I hate Sapnir."

"What? But you always - "

"You kids wanted to be like your father - that's why I put whiskey in mine." Satine grinned at the stunned expression on her son's face. She blew delicately on the liquid before raising it to her lips.

Author's note: I struggled forever to come up with this chapter and finally I did it! I wanted the chapter to be mostly from Korkie's pov, as we do not get it enough in this fandom. Hopefully I did well :)

I have a headcanon that Korkie, being born to barely adult Obi-Wan and Satine has a much different relationship than his sisters do. He was closer to their age than they are, and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy the massive Kryze-Kenobi family - and who knows? Maybe Obi-Wan will actually propose soon. ;)

ii Digestive Reader ii

P.S. do you guys have any suggestions for this fic? I'd love to hear them (and not constructive criticism, because this is a fanfic, not an English paper)