Still don't own crap! If you see mistakes, honestly, I'm sorry! I hope it's not too distracting. I put it through grammarly and see if that doesn't help! It's hard to read one's work and find all the corrections that are required, so hopefully, it flows well, and you find some little enjoyment out of it.

Chapter Four - Home Sweet Home…For Now – Part 1

"Obi-Wan, have you done what I have instructed, have you trained the boy?"

Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open. It took a few seconds for him to get his bearing, and he realized he had fallen asleep in the pilot seat. He didn't know he had drifted off. Twisting his stiff neck, he moved his body, cracking his back in the process. R2 was dormant until Obi-Wan started to move around and make noise. The little astro droid began chirping.

"Yes, we are nearly there, Artoo."

Obi-Wan went back and forth, trying to decide where he could hide them. Every planet was a gamble. If he took them to any core planets, they were sure to be overrun by the Empire. If he took them to an outer-rim world, they were sure to have to dodge general scum of the universe and maybe a bounty hunter if they even sent one out looking for him. Perhaps they would just forget all about him, get on with creating their new Empire, and just leave him out of it. Nobody would hunt for him or search for him. He would be left to raise the new babies. Obi-Wan almost snorted out loud with that line of thinking. There was no way they would just forget about him. If anything, he'd probably be on the top of their list. Which means he would have to be even extra careful. Try and always think one step ahead of them, which, if anyone knew how to do it was Obi-Wan. It would not be an easy road, but then again, Obi-Wan always liked to go the hard road; it was wired into him from a very young age. Besides, the enemy always suspected one to take the easier route, not try and come at them sideways and take the much harder path to get to them. It was a very unpredictable move.

"Obi-Wan, I'm curious. Why take the route to get to your objective? It would have been easier to have gone this route like the other younglings."

Obi-Wan, with his small frame, hands clasped behind his back, completely standing at ease but able to stare the much larger Jedi Master without hesitation.

"Because it was just that, easy. Besides, the enemy would expect you to take the easier way, it would be a good place to ambush, and it's a choke point that the enemy could use against you, attack with their forces."

The master nodded and smiled. He placed his large hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders. "My that is very strategic thinking. Taking the harder road, not going the easier route, most masters would even make that mistake. Very impressive, youngling."

Obi-Wan smiled brightly.

Sounds from the ship pulled him out of the memory. He flipped a few switches, they dropped out of hyperspace, and the planet of Ryloth snapped into view. "Home sweet home Artoo."

R2D2 chirped back at him, taking the sight in and processing the new home. "I know, I know. Least it's not Tatooine, I can't imagine living on that planet for the rest of my life." Starting the preparation to land, "Besides, it's one of the few planets we can go to Artoo without risk of being caught. The Twi'lek people are very kind, and they are pacifists for the most part."

His mind flashed to the battle on Ryloth. It was quick flashes from the battle leading into the village to even picking up the little girl and finding the villagers. The sound of the robot laughing training the gun on him. Obi-Wan came back to the present again. He took in a deep breath. He was thinking about how things could change so quickly and rapidly. It truly felt like yesterday he was here helping to free the planet from the Separatist, and now he was returning to try and hide and fit in as much as he could without drawing too much unnecessary attention to himself.

It would be a few hours later, and he was able to secure a small hut that had been abandoned by its previous owner. He quickly did work to give Leia and Luke a spot in the shelter and to make sure they were warm and fed and still in good health from the journey. He knew his credits would run dry quickly, and he would have to find some form of work. However, what would he do with the tiny Skywalkers? He couldn't leave them unguarded, unprotected. He had seen a nice size village further up the road when he had been landing the shuttle. He would make his way up there and see if someone was looking for a hand. He decided he needed something to carry the newborns. Looking to see if Luke and Leia were still asleep, he went back to the ship, looking through the stuff the Alderaan people had given him. He almost gave up until he found something that might work. Grabbing the wrap of material and walking back out. Gently and carefully so as not to wake the sleeping babies, he wrapped them up, securing them to his chest. He tested it out, moving around. It took a few moments to trust his work and to remove his hands for fear of not doing it correctly. He had gotten the idea from seeing other mothers carrying their infants in the bazaars and markets across the many different planets.

"What do you think, Artoo?"

He was turning around with his hands on his hips and a proud smile. R2 chirped at him, and he gave a glare at the asteroid droid. "Well, if you can come up with something better, be my guest." Only sound R2 made was a low whistle, "That's what I thought." Obi-Wan satisfied he had won that little argument.

Obi-Wan turned to leave the hut and heard R2D2 making his way to follow. "No, Artoo. I need you to stay here, watch over the home. Guard it. Let me know of anything suspicious." Obi-Wan left, not hearing R2 let out a sad cry at being left alone.

(Village)

The walk wasn't very long, and before he knew it, he was in town, moving among the locals. Thankfully he wasn't the only human walking around, but they were the minority. He had his hood up to keep the sun out of his face and to keep any wanting eyes getting a glance at him.

Obi-Wan Kenobi made it to the village. He glanced down at the infants who were pretty content in their bundle next to his warm chest. He looked around and started walking onto the street to cross it when he heard a Twi'lek calling to her brother,

"Nerra, Nerra!"

Obi-Wan stopped and stared at the child running across the street, chasing after an older male Twi'lek. Instantly he was no longer in the village but trapped in a memory. Instead of the road, he was staring down a tank barrel. He tried to move, to get out of the way, but he couldn't. The little green Twi'lek was trying to help him up.

"You lose, Kenobi, hahaha," the droid laughing, realizing it was able to kill the famous General of the Clone Wars. Able to outmaneuver a Jedi by its calculations.

"OUTTA THE WAY!"

Obi-Wan blinked the memory and instinctively stepped back to avoid the collision with the Twi'lek passing by in a speeding vehicle. He could feel his heart pounding like it always did during any battle. He couldn't understand what was going on and why he couldn't stop these memories and thoughts racing through his head. It was like he had no self-control suddenly. 'Great, Kenobi, good job in not creating a scene for yourself.' Noticing eyes on him and the small scene he had just created.

Why were these memories suddenly affecting him, he never knew when and where and why they would come on so strong. The mind healers would tell him all the time he should deal with his pain, come to terms with it. He just never felt like he had time to heal or deal with it in general. So he did what he always did with everything that happened in his life, place it at the back of his mind, refusing to think about it. Get on with the mission. Who had time to take a knee and talk about one's feelings and past horrors when he was a General in the biggest war the universe had seen?

Maybe he was having a mental break down. Great timing! Besides, could even Jedi have those? He couldn't remember ever hearing about a Jedi having psychological issues. Then again, it's not like they discussed their feelings with one another openly. Though, after all, he'd had been through, he would merit one. But who had time for one of those?

Moving away from where he had the episode, he started walking down the street, stopping ever so slightly to either look at what type of refreshments they offered and other material they sold at the bazaar. He walked by a shop and saw the help wanted sign. Hopefully, the force was on his side. He walked into the little shop where a large and tall red Twi'lek stood. There was no doubt the Twi'lek looked at him with suspicion. Then again, it's not like Obi-Wan didn't stand out. A human male with two infants strapped to his chest. It was probably a sight to see.

"What brings you in?"

"I saw the help wanted sign, Seeing if I could give my assistance for some food and money."

"Not often we see your kind around here, last time we had the separatists and republic coming down on our heads. A lot of good Twi'leks died."

"I can assure you I am not here to make trouble. Just to get by and get back up on my feet."

Before the male could speak another word to Obi-Wan, a child female Twi'lek came running in with arms out, rushing to the red Twi'lek. She began to jump up and down, craving her father's attention, not taking no for an answer. He quickly picked her up, giving a disapproving look, but she was happy just to be up in his arms.

Obi-Wan gave a soft smile. She looked around the age of Ashoka when she was found and brought to the temple by Master Plo Koon. The father hugged his child and looked back at Obi-Wan and dropped his guard down. "Her mother was killed in the Clone Wars when the Separatists had attacked and held us hostage." The little one finally let go of her father's neck, he then placed her down where she then stood behind his leg.

"The mother, where is she?" Finally, asking about the little ones that Obi-Wan continued to hold. He could feel one of the babies starting to stir, beginning to become restless. It was about that time to feed them.

"There mother died, I'm all they have left." From a certain point of view, he wasn't lying. Then again, what if Padme was still alive? Impossible. He quickly got his mind off that train of thought.

"In that case, a father to another father. Welcome."

Obi-Wan smiled. "Thank you, when can I start?"

"Now, if you so like?"

The soft sound coming from baby Luke told him otherwise. "Uhh, I still have to find someone to watch them, and it's almost feeding time."

"That's okay you can bring them here, what is your name again?"

"Ben," for half a second he panicked he hadn't even thought of the last name. "Waken, Ben Waken" Putting out his hand to shake the Twi'lek's hand.

"Mitccha Gilsoll, this little one here is Gawnarin," The little one looked up at Obi-Wan's eyes. Her red skin and white lines and beautiful green eyes stood against her vibrant colors.

Getting onto his knees, almost feeling like he would topple over with the babies, he spoke to Gawnarin in her language, saying hello that he was Ben, and it was a pleasure to meet such a beautiful Twi'lek. She smiled and pulled on her father's leg; even at her age, knowing for someone not of their race to speak their language was rare. Obi-Wan stood back up and saw the shock on Mitccha's face.

"You know…you know our language, not many do. Where did you say you are from?"

"I didn't, Stewjon, great education."

Obi-Wan realized he'd have to try a little harder and not fall into old habits. Everything he was used to doing as a Jedi, he would have to reverse it and think about how he was going to approach every situation. Have a backstory ready. Like everything in life, it came with a power curve, and it was a lesson he had to adapt quickly, or he would not survive in his new life. Thankfully Obi-Wan was one of the few that excelled and was able to adapt to any situation he was thrown in. However, one never wanted to be unprepared, and that is how Obi-Wan had felt the last few days. The sound of Luke's crying penetrating his thoughts.

"Oh bother, I forgot their stuff. I shall be back to start work?"

Mitccha nodded his head in approval and watched them leave. He looked down at his little one and brought her back up into his arms. There was something about Ben; he just could not put his finger on. Maybe it will come to him later. He turned to the window to take the help sign down now that he had found his support.

Obi-Wan walked through the door. Luke had been crying for some time now, and he tried calming him down, but then Leia was now crying as well. Both babies were hungry and wanting attention. R2D2 whistled at the idea of him coming through the door, greeting him, and chirping at him.

"Yes, Artoo, I'm happy to see you as well."

He walked over to the table and unwrapped the babies and gently placed them down. Both Leia and Luke were screaming in protest, not happy with their situation at all. Since Luke was the first to start crying, he felt the diaper and realized it was full. Obi-Wan hadn't even realized, but R2 had taken off and suddenly was next to him, bumping his leg. He turned around to see him handing him more cloth to change out the babies.

"Oh right, thank you, Artoo."

What Obi-Wan Kenobi failed to know since this was his first official time changing a babies' dipper was little boys you had to watch out for one particular nuisance. They had a habit of peeing on those who are ill-prepared. Obi-Wan released the cloth and heard it before he saw it as Luke Skywalker child of Anakin Skywalker, peed on the once highly respected General of the Clone Wars and High Council member, Master Obi-wan Kenobi.

Luke was still crying; he looked down at himself and let out a sigh. The universe sure had a funny way of putting things into perspective. As he cleaned up Luke, he knew the baby would want food next; it was about time for that. Leia was still crying as well.

He quickly did the same routine for Leia, cleaning her up Obi-Wan used the force to bring the babies bottles to him. He then did the same thing undressing quickly and discarding his clothes to put on new ones he placed the babies into his arms as they were looking up at him as they were drinking their milk. It would be a few hours before he would show back up at the shop with them.

"No, Artoo, stay here like last time." The protocol droid made the most pathetic sound that Obi-Wan had ever head come from the thing. Deciding it might be okay to have the little space droid with him, Obi-Wan nodded his head, "fine, you can come, but you're going to stay with the babies understood." R2D2 practically danced, and as Obi-Wan turned on his heel, R2 sped after him.

(The Shop)

"Ahh, so your back, and you brought a friend?" R2D2 stayed behind Obi-Wan, being protected by the Jedi Master. He was mimicking what Gawnarin had done earlier with her father.

"Yes, sorry, I had a bit of a delay with the babies. He'll be no trouble. Artoo will just watch the babies and alert me if they need anything."

"Here, follow me, I'll show you where to put them."

The room Mitccha brought him looked like a spot for younglings; that's for sure. There was a helpful section for the babies. Gawnarin was already in there playing with something. As he placed the babies into a pretty little makeshift crib and taking a glance back at them, he followed Mitccha out as Gawnarin came over to R2D2. She started walking around him, feeling him, and then tried to touch R2's eye. R2 backed up and whistled at her. She then giggled now, seeing the droid as a new plaything.

Obi-Wan, now Ben, set into his daily routine of helping out at the shop. It had been a few cycles, and he found himself for once at peace. He didn't have much time to dwell on things, helping running a shop kept his mind preoccupied. He was either run ragged by the babies and always blocking their force signatures, and then when he wasn't doing that, he was helping Mitccha out. It would be something simple as sweeping, and Obi-Wan would jump to it. As strange as it sounded, it was having a purpose again. With the fall of the Jedi, what was his purpose in life? Obviously, it was to protect the Skywalkers, but he needed to do something, keep his hands moving. If he's on his feet moving his hands, it will keep his mind focused on the task at hand, and he would be too busy or too tired to be thinking about the past. When he had time, he would try and meditate and center himself like a good Jedi ought to do. Yet, it seemed, the harder he tried, the worse it got for him. So he did what he did best, focusing on the task at hand, and everything was going well for the most part. Obi-Wan knew better than anyone else; if things were going well and running smoothly, always expect the unexpected and prepare for something. Which of course, the day finally came.

It had been a regular day; for the most part, Ben was to watch over the store as Mitccha went into the central city to pick up a few things. He was tinkering away on some droid and felt it flash before him. Something hit him in the force, something unsettling. He rose from his seat and immediately checking on the baby Skywalkers. He knew it wasn't them that was putting him on edge. It was something else. He had to temper the feeling of wanting to take the Skywalkers and just leave. Get out of there before everything hits the fan. Yet why was he being warned? It wasn't screaming him to go, so what was causing him to be on edge. He knew whatever was telling him to be on guard would come to a head, but when?

(Main City)

Mitccha had been looking for a particular part so they could fix the machine for their consumer. He had been so focused on his goal; he turned and ran into a trooper. The same stark white uniforms he had seen before. The ones that had been on Ryloth, the ones that still give him nightmares. "Hey, watch it." The trooper was speaking loudly.

"Pardon me." Mitccha dropped his eyes, showing submission, not wanting them to bother him or give them a reason to start anything with him. He began to move away when he felt a grasp on his arm; he turned so Mitccha could see who had a hold of him. It was the same trooper he had accidentally bumped into now fear began to hit his gut. 'What did they want?' He had apologized!

"Hey, have you seen this individual?" The trooper's hand came up, holding out a wanted beacon. There, in a blue hue, was Ben's face. Yet, his name wasn't Ben Wardin. It was Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. He looked at the details about Obi-Wan. He is considered to be very dangerous—approach with extreme caution. The man on this wanted beacon is a traitor to the new Empire, and a ridiculous bounty was on his head, large enough that Mitccha would never have to worry about life for himself or his daughter again. He pursed his lips. Wetting them. His eyes came off the wanted beacon and looked up he knew the decision he had to make, Mitccha just hoped he was making the right one.

TBC….

Authors Notes: Soooooo it's been a while. I honestly had quite a bit written just a few things that happened during the months perusing after the last chapter update. Not to mention the unthinkable happened, I just kind of fell out of love with Star Wars. I guess the latest episodes didn't go the way I wanted them to go, and it was hard to stay in touch with this story and others. Then I was told I was going to deploy, which I was excited about that, then….dreaded COVID-19 happened…thank you sooooo freaking much. So, with all that during the last few months, I've started the question…why am I writing this…this is shit…no one thinks this is good, do they…do I even want to continue? You know the usual shit, lol. I'll try and maintain, but I'm having a hard time, so least I gave you the fair warning, but at least I've done Part 2 to this. I had to split this chapter up; it was getting longer and longer. The next one won't be as super long.