Blaze: yay, new chapter

Darth: short author's note?

Blaze: probably, this chapter is from Padmé's, Ira's, Palpatine's and Obi-Wan's POV though some POV's are going to be a bit short.

Darth: that's cool

Blaze: (sighs) here's chapter 4 and I hope that you like it and it is likely that this story will be a bit shorter than the last one or maybe a few chapters longer, I'm not sure yet so yeah and another reminder, this is an AU so many of the planets are not as they are in canon. Oh and the wedding is going to be like the weddings on Earth, just letting you know and it's the short version of a modern wedding.

Chapter 4

Wedding

Darth Ira paced in his quarters with narrowed yellow eyes. The Sith apprentice was deep in thought and he found his thoughts were drifting to the life he had chosen as a Sith Lord. He knew that he still had a way to go before he would be elevated to the rank of Sith Lord. His Star Destroyer, the Avenger, was slowly making its' way toward the planet of Aleen where a Jedi Master who escaped the Purges.

Palpatine had told him that if Ira defeats this Jedi Master then he will be elevated to the rank of Sith Lord. Ira was rather looking forward to defeating said Jedi Master even if he didn't know which Jedi Master it was. He knew that many Jedi Masters had escaped Zharan when he attacked, two of them he knew where Aayla Secura and Yoda, but he wasn't sure which Jedi Master he would be facing when he reached Aleen.

He narrowed his eyes as the door to his room slide open and a lieutenant walked into it. "My Lord," the sergeant greeted him.

"What is it?" Ira asked turning to look at the sergeant who paled visibly at the sight of his burning yellow eyes.

"We will be reaching Aleen in a matter of moments, my Lord," the lieutenant, a young man by the name of Firmus Piett, said saluting.

"Very well," Ira said coolly before he brushed past Piett and made his way out of this quarters before walking toward the bridge of the Avenger, as the dark green and brown planet of Aleen appeared in front of him.

I'm looking forward to this,Ira thought smirking sinisterly as he gazed at the planet that filled the viewports of the Star Destroyer.

Palpatine narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the airways as air taxis and speeders flew past the large windows of his palace throne room. It was silent except for Palpatine's Red Guards who were calmly guarding the turbolift doors that led to the throne room.

Palpatine knew it wouldn't be long before Ira killed the Jedi Master that was on Aleen though he also knew that the Jedi Master wasn't going to give up without a fight. As he thought about the Jedi, he found himself thinking about the Jedi who, somehow, escaped Zharan. He knew that at least fourteen people had escaped though he knew there had to be more.

He knew that Anakin Skywalker's Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, was one of the Jedi that escaped. But what he didn't know is where the Togruta Padawan and the other Jedi Padawans and younglings were. He had dozens of resources at his fingertips and yet not even Intelligence was able to come up with an exact location. They were able to get a lock on the trajectory of where Ahsoka's cruiser was going but the spot they had located was in Wild Space, a few parsecs beyond Kamino.

There is nothing out there so why is it that they would go that far? Were they planning on entering a new galaxy all together to get away from here?Palpatine thought. He knew it wasn't likely but he decided that he needed to look into his plan to turn Anakin Skywalker to the dark side. His first plans fell through when Anakin's children had been born early but Palpatine was determined to turn the so called 'Chosen One' to the dark side.

Once the prophecy turns in favor of the darkness, my hold on the galaxy will be complete and unbreakable,Palpatine thought. He closed his eyes before reaching out with the Force as he attempted to see the future but the future was a blur at the moment and Palpatine's eyes fluttered open.

I will see what happens in the future soon enough so long as I am patient,Palpatine thought though he knew that was easier said than done because he didn't have very good patience as it was.

Obi-Wan paced in his room, his eyes narrowed in thought and the Jedi robes that Sillia insisted he wear for the wedding that would occur in a few hours made it much hotter than it actually was in the air conditioned room. Obi-Wan conceded that the sweat might, in part, be do to the nervousness that he was feeling.

The door slide open and Obi-Wan glanced up as Anakin walked into the room with Luke just behind him. "Leia wanted to stay with Padmé and Sillia to help get her ready for the wedding," Anakin reported walking over to join Obi-Wan.

"How many people do you think are going to attend?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin grinned. "I think there are two lieutenants on Mon Mothma's ship that no nothing about it but I'm pretty sure everyone else is going to be there," he replied. "After all, it's not every day that a Jedi gets married you know."

"You don't need to remind me, it's only making me more nervous," Obi-Wan muttered under his breath though he did stop pacing to examine his former Padawan. Fatherhood had definitely changed Anakin, he was much more confident and not as hot headed as he was when he was Obi-Wan's apprentice. The only things that Obi-Wan noticed stayed the same were his sarcastic and ironic humor and his recklessness.

Luke glanced at Obi-Wan. "You look nice," he said with a small little smile.

"Thank you, young Luke," Obi-Wan replied glancing at the five-year-old.

"Dad said that you were looking like a nervous wreak when he came in earlier. You don't look that way now though, must be because the time is nearly at hand," Luke said.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at his former Padawan. "Your son is much more intelligent than his age lets on," he commented.

"Why thank you, now what's your excuse?" Luke asked curiously.

Obi-Wan was confused but he decided to let it pass as he glanced at Anakin. "Your son will become a great Jedi someday," he commented.

"Thank you," Luke said smiling.

"If he can get past that reckless and sarcastic humor that he got from you that is," Obi-Wan added, not listening to what Luke had said.

Luke grinned the trademark Skywalker grin. "I doubt that, Uncle," he replied. "Come on, let's head over to the main hangar bay where the weddings gonna take place before the melodramatic Uncle Obi-Wan paces a trench in the floor."

Anakin grinned the trademark Skywalker grin at his son. "Yes, we certainly do not want a trench to exist in the middle of Home One," he agreed.

"Two Skywalkers! I barely lasted with one, now there's two of them," Obi-Wan complained rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.

Both Anakin and Luke laughed before they led a still nervous Obi-Wan out of the room and toward the main hangar bay of Home One to Obi-Wan's wedding.

Padmé examined Sillia, the other was dressed in a flowing white gown that clung to her slightly chubby figure with a snow white veil cascading over her wavy blonde hair. Her dark green eyes were highlighted by faint makeup around her eyes and her cheeks though her face didn't need much to make it better. Padmé was wearing a creamy blue gown that clung to her body and her dark brown hair was in waves down her back.

"It's time," Mon Mothma, the newly named Supreme Commander of the Rebel Alliance, said glancing at Sillia and Padmé. "Are you ready, Sillia?"

Sillia nodded before she glanced at Padmé. "Ready?" she asked.

Padmé nodded and walked out of the room. The traditional wedding music was playing quietly in the background and Padmé noticed that the hangar bay was packed with rebels, more rebels than she care to count. Luke and Leia were sitting next to General Rieekan, one of the newer members of the Alliance while being watched over by some of the other rebels in the Alliance. Anakin was standing just behind Obi-Wan, dressed in dark brown, almost black, Jedi robes with his dark blonde hair neatly groomed and his blue eyes shining with amusement.

Padmé didn't know where the amusement came from as she walked calmly down the aisle way created by the rebels with Mon Mothma just behind her and a few other woman who had joined the Alliance in the five years since it was created. Anakin smiled briefly at her as Padmé moved off to the side to stand next to the priest, who was also a rebel advisor. Mon Mothma walked to stand behind her and Sillia slowly made her way down the aisle, her dark green eyes were narrowed with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Padmé figured the nervousness was because of the fact that Sillia was once a Sith Lord and that meant she wasn't used to feeling the feelings of love that she was feeling right now.

Padmé glanced at Obi-Wan and noticed that her old friend was looking equally if not more nervous than Sillia and she figured it was because of his Jedi upbringing and his Jedi upbringing made it nearly impossible for him to love. Now that the Jedi Order was nearly destroyed, Padmé knew that he could express his feelings now more than ever.

Sillia made it to the altar and the priest examined the two of them as Obi-Wan and Sillia took each other's hands. "We are gathered here today to join Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and Lady Sillia Dyrana in holy union," the priest said. "If anyone does not wish to see these two get married, please speak now or forever hold your peace."

There was utter silence in the hangar bay and Padmé noticed that everyone was eagerly looking forward to the union between Obi-Wan and Sillia. Padmé realized that they, just as she and Anakin had, saw clearly that Obi-Wan and Sillia were deeply in love with each other. She had a feeling it started getting clearly after Obi-Wan and Sillia found their way back to the Alliance after being stranded for a few days on a hostile Devaron three years earlier.

"Very well then," the priest said. He glanced between Obi-Wan and Sillia and the wedding went onward without much difficulty and before long, the 'I do's were being exchanged and not long after that, Obi-Wan and Sillia leaned forward before they kissed, a single show that their union was now sealed.

Luke and Leia were the first ones out of their sits cheering happily but the rest of the people in the hangar bay quickly followed them. Anakin grinned. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Kenobi," he said.

Sillia flushed a rosy pink and Obi-Wan smiled slightly, both of them looked extremely happy however and Padmé smiled before she glanced at Anakin as her husband made his way to her side, Luke and Leia jogged across the hangar bay on their short legs to join them.

"They look really happy," Anakin commented looking at Obi-Wan and Sillia as the newlyweds made their way out of the hangar bay with cheering guiding them on their way.

"Yes, they do. Now that the Jedi Order is nearly destroyed, Obi-Wan is free to love whoever he wants," Padmé pointed out.

Anakin smiled faintly. "The Jedi Order will always be alive so long as even one Jedi still has breath left in his or her body," he said. "Perhaps when this war ends, we'll be able to recreate the Jedi Order and disband the no attachments rule in the new order."

Padmé smiled before she wrapped her arms around Anakin's waist and rested her head against Anakin's chest. She smiled when she felt Anakin's strong arms encircle her.

"What about us?" Leia protested. "We wanna hug too."

Anakin and Padmé laughed before they released each other and knelt down in front of their children before gathering them in a family hug before they led their children out of the hangar bay.

A/n what do you think?

Blaze: this was a short chapter

Darth: I can see that

Blaze: no duh!

Darth: no need to be sarcastic

Palpypie: you're a dumbbutt

Darth: (is furious, looks at Palpypie and points at him like Hulk Hogan) you! (Picks him up, body slams him in a ring that had appeared out of nowhere [courtesy of Blaze], gives him Hogan's signature move, the leg drop, and then gives him a tombstone)

Palpypie: (dazed) Help! Ira! Help!

Darth: I'm only getting started (cracks knuckles and glares at Ira as if daring him to intervene)

Ira: (hitches on the next ride to Moscow)

Palpypie: TRAITOR! (Glances once at Darth) oh -beep-

Darth: (puts Palpypie in the sharp shooter and then into the crippler cross face, the STFU, then gives him the last ride and another tombstone) I wanna cappuccino (walks off)

Palpypie: help, medic please?

Ira: (returns from Moscow with three medics)

Blaze: Darth's done, I'm not

Ira and the three medics: (hitch a plane ride back to Moscow)

Blaze: wise choice, please review and I'll post the next chapter as soon as I possibly can but I doubt it will be any time soon, maybe if I can get 25 reviews since I updated this on Saturady before I got 21 reviews. Sorry about the extremely long author's note. And, once again, if you don't like the author's note at the ends then don't read them, this goes for all of my stories.