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Chapter 3 – Two Babies, A Man, and A Funeral – Part 2

The day came and went, and before Obi-Wan knew it, he was alone facing the idea of going to sleep and dreaming. After last night's escapade, the last thing he needed was a repeat occurrence. During the height of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan had learned how to go without little to no sleep. He had found out quickly if he got a power nap in, that was enough for him to survive. As long as he kept moving and stayed up on his feet, but if he did get too tired, he would find a quiet place and meditate using the force to help push his body. It had become quite a vicious cycle, to the point the Jedi Council would call him off the line a few times so that he could get rest. Yet, who had time for that when a war was going on?

Looking at his bed and not wanting to face the nightmares that he knew were waiting to greet him with open arms like a lover, he decided to check on the babies, that would keep him preoccupied for a few hours. The night would consist of him in no particular order, being thrown up on, changing diapers burping, and even feeding them. Though in the beginning, he tried to resist sleeping, he would end up falling fast asleep in a chair with both babies lying on his chest.

He didn't know he had fallen asleep till an assistance had come to wake him up, no touching this time just a soft cough to disturb his sleep and awaken him from his slumber.

Obi-Wan cracked open his eyes to see the same assistance who had woken him the first time was standing much further away this time. The man was taking no chances.

"Master Jedi, it is morning, and the funeral will begin in a few hours. Might I suggest you get ready?"

"Oh, yes, right, right. Thank you." Obi-Wan looked down and realized the last thing he wanted to do was wake Leia or Luke up. Feeling his distress, a nursemaid practically appeared out of nowhere and helped the Jedi Master out. The babies began to wake to sense something was amiss, no longer in the comfort of their protector; they began to wiggle and squirm in defiance.

They began crying the minute Obi-Wan began to step out of the room. For never being around babies, he was getting attached rather quickly, which though frowned upon in the Jedi Order, was one of Obi-Wan's bad habits. He had been devoted to his Master Qui-Gon to Satine Kryze to even his Padawan, no matter how hard he tried and pretended not to be attached, it was quite the opposite. It took everything in him to continue walking down the hall when he heard the babies start to cry. He wanted to soothe them, comfort them let them know there was nothing in the world that was going to hurt them, that he would be there for them. Yet he knew he had to get ready and be there for his friend. He pressed on down the hallway, and soon the crying became a distant thought as he made his way to his room.

Everyone had made their way down to the great lake where the memorial service was taking place. It had been Bail's favorite place to go when he wanted to unwind and relax and try and not think about all the tragedies happening across the galaxy. He would just sit and look out at the water reflecting. It was his most treasured spot, and no one could think of a better way than to show their respect and love for the man that gave them so much.

Queen Breha Organa's stunning black dress flowed like a gentle black night sky. Her face hidden behind a black veil. Obi-Wan also was given black attire to wear as well, which he was grateful for.

Usually, he would not be bothered with changing his clothes, and he would typically just be wearing his Jedi robes and the hood drawn over his features from prying eyes. Yet, it was a tradition on Alderaan to wear black, so today he would be one of them, fitting in.

The small funeral was only meant for the royals and those closest to Bail Organa, to give a farewell to him and not have the world watching every move, that way they could mourn in peace. No words, just silence. No eulogy. The only sound that crept on everyone's ears was that of someone crying yet it was distinctively muffled and a few coughs here and there that would break the eerie quietness of those reflecting in the past. Everyone was to reflect on their memories and thoughts on Bail Organa. How the man had impacted and served Alderaan and what he did for those while serving as Senator.

Then Queen Organa, without a single sound, moved towards the water. She kissed something and put it down on the memorial. As she pushed the memorial craft out onto the water, Obi-Wan felt something, a warning, a cry in the force. His body immediately tensed up. His eyes began to scan, to look for what was warning him. Then a shuttle shot over their heads, casting a shadow over the memorial as the sound caught up. The little makeshift memorial tipped over from the engines as they flew by. No one had to see Queen Organa's face to know that the quiet fury that was ready to break like a dame in the water was coursing through her body. The complete and lack of disrespect for her late husband. As everyone turned to face the shuttle that was landing further away, Obi-Wan looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. Yet, everyone had directed their interest to the newcomers to see who dare to interrupt such a somber event. Knowing no one was paying him any thought or the little object floating on its side, Obi-Wan used the force quickly bringing the memorial back up and then gave it a slight push sending it out on its merry way. He gave a soft smile. Then he turned around himself, making sure to blend into the background of the other people.

The clone troopers ran out, creating a protective barrier as the man exited the shuttle. None other than Wilhuff Tarkin showed his presence. Making sure to hide behind a much taller man, knowing full well if Tarkin saw him he would be finished, he'd either be killed right then and there or taken in, imprisoned and only the force knew what they would do to him. Force only knew if Tarkin or any of the Clone troopers found the Skywalker babies. Obi-wan shuddered to think such a thing. The last time Kenobi had seen this man was when Ahsoka Tano was on trial. Another memory Obi-Wan was guilty over and how that whole thing was handled and how he contributed to everything or lack of in particular. There was not a day that went by that Obi-Wan didn't think he could have done more, protected his Grand Padawan more. Yet, he was still dealing with the pain of Duchess Satine's death. Queen Organa's voice interrupted his line of thought as she moved her way to intercept the man who dared to interfere with her late husband's memorial service.

"You have a lot of kriffing nerve Tarkin, showing up on the day of my husband's funeral. What could you possibly want with Alderaan? We want nothing to do with you or this new thing you call the Empire."

The man, with his hands behind his back, smiled, and glanced down at the many eyes staring at him. His eyes were scanning, looking for someone in particular.

"We have reasons to believe some traitors may have stopped here to recoup. Know anything about this? Mrs. Bail Organa?" She noticed how she said her late husband's name. She wanted to slap him for even daring to utter her husband's name in his slimy tongue.

Odd, Obi-Wan thought. Such a man of his caliber looking for fugitives seemed beneath him. Yet, it was highly likely that Tarkin was just trying to make a name for himself under the new regime that had taken over the galaxy. No telling with Tarkin. Obi-Wan never really liked the man from the beginning when he first met him at the citadel. He was too eerily similar to the politicians that Obi-Wan could not stand to be around. This man would push a child in front of a speeder, no doubt, if that meant gaining the advantage.

"No, we are not harvesting any fugitives, and if we were, what's to say we would tell you?" Crossing her arms.

"Because if we find that you have, I can rest assure you, Queen Organa, you and the rest of those on Alderaan will soon live to regret it."

"Big, bold threats and nothing to show for it. Do what you have and leave my planet. Your stench is ruining my husband's funeral."

Tarkin made the motion with his fingers. The troopers started in a few different directions, some headed for the landing pad, others toward the Palace. Obi-Wan knew they wouldn't find the shuttle, and they had already taken the measures to hide it. However, that is not what concerned him. It was the group that was coming towards them. As they began their search, everyone else had turned back around include Queen Organa, as they wanted to finish their memorial service. Yet as they walked back to the water, they were started to get spread out so they could see everyone's faces. Obi-Wan knew for sure he would be seen and indisputably recognized. Without even thinking about it, he started coughing harshly, to the point he covered his face with his elbow. Using his other hand, he created a fist to pounding on his chest to act as though he had something caught in his airway from being sick. He moved quickly to leave the area to try and disappear from the searching eyes; however, they were not all fooled, and two troopers chased after him when they realized they had not seen his face.

"Hey, let me see your face."

He continued coughing dramatically and keeping his stride to the Palace. He needed to make sure what he did next; nobody was paying him any attention. As he rounded the corner where the palace steps started to form, they caught up to him. They grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

"Hey I know you, you're a Jedi, your Obi-"

"You do not recognize me." Raising his hand in front of them.

"I do not recognize you." Both storm troopers replied with no emotion in their voice.

"You will go back to your ship and inform your squad leader there are no fugitives on this planet."

"Nothing to find here." The two clone troopers spun around and headed back. Obi-Wan watched them as they told their squad leader and their lack of findings. The squad leader agreed and informed Tarkin. The man gave the signal for everyone to board the ship; they would try their luck somewhere else. As everyone boarded, he continued to stare at the Queen, and from even where Obi-Wan stood, he could see a sinister smile across his lips. The hair on the back of Obi-Wan's neck stood up on end, and for whatever reason, he felt a foreboding feeling from them both. Tarkin, with his arms still behind his back, turned on his heel, got back up on the shuttle, and left. Obi-Wan followed the trajectory as it left the atmosphere.

With the excitement done and the funeral now over, Obi-Wan intercepted the Queen as she made her way back to the Palace, the group of mourners dispersing going their separate ways.

"I'm truly sorry your Majesty, if I would have known," Obi-Wan started but stopped she put her hand up to stop him in midsentence.

"Master Jedi," Stopping to correct herself, "Ben. You had no idea they would come at this moment in time, did you? Even if you weren't here, they would have still come regardless. Do not apologize for something you had no control over. Now, say we get out of these melancholy clothes and slip into something more comfortable?" She then left, leaving Obi-Wan to follow her.

It wouldn't be till that dinner that Obi-Wan would announce he was leaving Alderaan and taking the babies with him. The sadness that came over Queen Bail Organa's face almost made Obi-Wan rethink the entire situation at hand. But he knew he was doing the right thing, especially after the events that happened earlier in the day. He could not risk it. He had to do what was best for the children, and he was their highest chance of survival.

"Want you rethink it over? I can protect them. Educate them? A life better than what you could provide them." She looked down, "I'm sorry that came out wrong."

"Yes, I do believe you could give them a brighter future," she looked back up as he spoke, "However, what if they come back? Or worse someone who is force sensitive comes with them next time. You have no one to protect their force signatures, do you?" He knew he couldn't stay there because he knew he'd bring the Empire down on their heads, and he couldn't do that to them. 'No,' shaking his head at the mere thought of them falling into the wrong hands.

"I have to keep moving, keep them out of the reach of the Empire. I don't know what Darth Sidious would even do if he found out about them. Turn them. Kill them. I can't take that chance, and I can't make the same mistake with them as I did with their father. The whole galaxy is burning because of me." Obi-Wan looked down away from the judging eyes of the Queen. He was surprised to hear her get up, move beside him, pulling a chair and grabbing his hands into hers.

"Master Jedi, with all due respect, the galaxy was burning long before you were even a wink in the Jedi's eye, and it will burn long after you have passed into the great beyond. I can't begin to understand what you have been through, but I do know we were a lot safer with the Jedi looking after us. The galaxy seemed to go a lot darker without them in it. Please do not give in or give up. You are our only hope."

Obi-Wan looked up, and for the first time since Order 66, since the fall of the Republic, he felt a renewed strength in him once more. An inner fight to survive, to live to see the future play out.

"I do hope you will not forget about us and that your path will lead you back here."

"I can't promise you because I do not know what the future holds, changing it always is. However, anytime I can, I will bring them here. You will be our haven, that is if you will have us."

The Queen smiled for the first time since finding out her husband died. "Of course." The two found solace in one another and a possible new friendship. Both had something in common. Both had their worlds turned upside down yet somehow was able to find the light. With nothing left to say between them at that moment, Obi-Wan would stand up, give a respectable bow and leave.

They wouldn't reunite until they were out on the landing pad.

"I gave you one of our medical droids. I think it will help you with the new babies. We also stocked your shuttle with as many supplies as we could. Please Ben, if you ever need anything,"

"I know your just a jump away. I promise, thank you for everything, your Majesty."

"Please, it's Bre."

Obi-Wan climbed aboard the ship. He moved the ship into position and piloted it out of orbit and into space. Checking the systems to make sure there were no enemies, he turned his seat to look back. "So, where to? Luke, Leia, any suggestions? How about you, Artoo?"

R2-D2 whistled and chimed. "Yeah, I don't think I want to do a desert anytime soon." Obi-Wan smiled as the droid chattered at him. "Guess you're not a fan of sand either. We'll let the force guide hasn't let me down so far." Obi-Wan turned back around in his chair, typed some coordinates into the ship, and before they knew it, they were jumping into hyperspace.

(Alderaan)

Queen Breha Oranga was standing once again at her window, looking up at the sky. She had a small smile on her face. She did have hope. There would be peace in the galaxy, maybe not right away a lot of uncertainty, but there was optimism for the future. She knew after how the Empire had shown up on their doorstep, and she would do everything to fund and help out with any resistance because she knew for a fact that is what Bail would have done, and she would be damned if she sat idly by, not when she had fight left in her.

TBC…..

Author Notes: Well, I wasn't going to do an update so quickly, but I had a little time, and I saw what's coming up on my schedule and realized I was not going to be probably in the mood or energy to write. I seriously have multiple field exercises coming up, and I just want to pull my freaking hair out, but I will take my notebook and continue to write in it. I did a few nods to the originals, and the prequels hoped you liked my fan services nods, don't think they were too damn campy. Hope y'all enjoy the new Star Wars Episode is about to come out and may everyone have an amazing holiday season. P.S. Thank you for the few reviews that I have gotten, you truly push me to continue to be a better writer!