"Can yo believe it?" Barris asked Ahsoka, still shocked by the news Anakin had dropped on the Jedi Order. "My master is a father… he has a son…"
"Well, most masters are like parental figures to padawans," Ahsoka hummed with a mischievous smile, she had missed her White Sister so much. "So, technically Master Kenobi is your father."
"Shut up!" Barris blushed at her friend's teasing. "What about Knight Skywalker? Is he your father?"
"Skyguy?!" Ahsoka threw her head back laughing. "No, he is more like my annoying older brother! If anything Master Koon is my father-figure." She threw herself on her bed in Padme's senatorial apartment, and moaned in delight. This was a good bed. "I am going to enjoy this five weeks fully!"
"The Senate and the Jedi Counsil added a couple of weeks to your break after cutting your promised two months short because of the issue with… Duchess Kryze," Barris commented, making both of them grimace at the mention of the Duchess. She was no longer seen in a good light by the Jedi Order as a whole, especially with how precious Obi-Wan was to the Jedi.
"Yup! As I am quite advanced with my studies, Skyguy promised me only light schoolwork and spars to keep my skills sharp," Ahsoka groaned in pleasure when Barris began massaging her back. "I might not be in the battlefield but Skyguy made sure to keep me entratained."
"I bet," Barris laughed, playing with Ahsoka's cristal padawan braid. "In less than a year you already have two padawan beads to add to the yellow bead we both entered our padawanship with."
"As if you could say anything! Is that an orange and green bead I see under your yellow bead?" Ahsoka teased. "All that Counsular Jedi work with Master Kenobi paid off!"
"I might have earned my orange bead, but barely! Master Skywalker made sure you start walking the same path as him!" Barris teased. "How many languages do you speak now?"
"Six," Ahsoka answered unashamed. "Tortugi, Basic, Binary, Mando'a, Huttese, and Zygerrian. He has started me on Nabooian and got Knight Secure to tutor me in Ryl! By the time I am knighted, it should be eight!"
"Knight Skywalker really knows more languages than he knows what to do with," Barris chuckled. "Do you have any idea what the 501st will do after their break? The two biggest slave traders have been crushed."
"No idea," Ahsoka frowned, her best friend was right. The 501st had been focusing in the front lines, fighting against the Separatists biggest allies, but now that they are done, what will they do? "Maybe send us against Siths? Or maybe send us for rescue mission? Before the war, Skyguy's missions were mostly protection detail and Search & Rescue missions."
"He is good at tracking Force signatures," Barris hummed in agreement. "I hope that's what they do. The idea of them sending you against Sith…" Barris shivered at the thought of her best friend facing those cold and evil Force users.
"B," Ahsoka turned around and dragged her to cuddle next to her on the bed. "Skyguy is quite protective of me, he will never allow me to joing the front lines and only let me out of the Ekkreth when the battle is over and the planet had been won. Do you think he would let me chase down a Sith, when the reason he did not chase after Asajj Ventress was to not put me in danger?"
"He would not," Barris agreed with a watery chuckle, quite glad that the two of them had gotten good masters who look after them.
"If we ever come across a Sith, he would order me back to the Ekkreth before slaying the sleemo," Ahsoka conntinued. "Ventress is one of Count Dooku's best assassins and she did not land a single hit on Skyguy! I am more than protected with him by my side!"
"That's true…" Barris hummed.
"If you are still worried, why not make sure my skills are sharp?" Ahsoka teased her gently. "Let's spar!"
"You are on!"
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan and Korkie were having tea. Quite awkwardly. The silence was heavy as the two of them stared into their tea cups, fidgeting, and evading the other's eyes.
"Ok! This is it!" Anakin announced, entering the living room. Padme followed closely behind with an apologetical smile. "What are you two even doing? Shouldn't you be getting to know each other? Obi, you can't read his mind! Ask him questions, get to know his hobbies and try them with him! Heck, even go as far as to give him some training!"
"I am not Force sensitive," Korkie repeated for like the tenth time, looking quite confused.
"We know," Padme smiled gently at him. "But you can still be trained to know how to defend yourself. I know for sure that Obi has one of the best troopers when it comes to shooting, Longshot, right?"
"He is very good," Obi-Wan agreed, tryingn to collect himself. His partners do know how to make an entrance. "He could teach you how to handle a blaster… and I could teach you hand combat. If you would like?"
"I would like to," Korkie smiled hesitantely, but still warm and honest.
Suddenly, Ahsoka and Barris barged out of their room. "We are going to the Temple to spar! See you tomorrow!" Ahsoka shouted, as they made their way towards the door.
"Here it's quite lively," Korkie chuckled, as the door was slammed shut behind the padawans. "I like it."
"Good… I like having you here too," Obi-Wan confessed, earning a startled look from Korkie but one that transformed into an open smile.
"I am sorry to do this," Padme's smile was bashful. "But we have a gala to get ready for."
"No," Anakin moaned. "I should be having a vacation, a break from work. I should not be dealing with senators," he pouted. "Can't you and Obi deal with them?"
"I promise to take the week-end off and go to Naboo with you, the 501st, the 212th, the girls, and Krokie, if you come with us," Padme bartered.
"You do drive a hard bargain," Anakin hummed thoughtfully. "You know what, deal! I get a week-end with my family and to see you and Obi run circles around senators as you please. It's a win-win for me!" Anakin with the energy and span attention of a kid, kissed all three of them in the forehead, and sturtted towards the master bedroom to get ready for tonight's event.
"Is he always like this?" Korkie asked laughing at the ridiculous scene that unfolded before him.
"Always," Padme and Obi-Wan echoed with a sigh, but were smiling fondly at Anakin's retreating back.
And they both hope he never changes. Why would they? Their dear heart/Ani was perfect just the way he is.
In the opulent ballroom, resplendent with chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow, the Republic's elite gathered for a grand event aimed at raising awareness and funds for the ongoing war against the Separatists. The atmosphere was a mix of elegant festivity and the somber awareness of the conflicts that raged across the galaxy. Anakin, Padme, and Obi-Wan stood among them, their presence commanding attention as they wore their attire with an air of regal elegance.
Obi-Wan, stood tall and composed in his traditional Jedi Master robes. The deep browns and beiges seemed to accentuate his aura of wisdom and strength. The air of authority that surrounded him made him a sought-after figure in the room, and he conversed with senators and dignitaries alike, captivating them with his well-spoken words and thoughtful insights.
At his side, Anakin cut a striking figure in his attire reminiscent of Tatooine's desert royalty. His white and blue ensemble flowed gracefully, accentuating his lithe form and showcasing the exotic influences of his home planet. His intense blue eyes swept across the room, observing the intricate dance of politics and power with a mixture of amusement and detachment.
Padme, dressed in a breathtaking ball gown adorned with celestial motifs, moved through the crowd like a vision. Her gown seemed to shimmer like the night sky, and the stars woven into her hair added an ethereal touch. Conversations seemed to pause as she walked by, the brilliance of her presence momentarily silencing the room.
Anakin leaned against a wall, his arms casually crossed, and a soft smile playing on his lips as he observed the intricate web of interactions. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how gracefully his spouces navigated the political landscape. Obi-Wan's measured diplomacy paired with Padme's unwavering passion made them a formidable pair.
Obi-Wan's conversation seemed to weave a tapestry of logic and reason, while Padme's words sparkled with eloquence and conviction. Senators and dignitaries hung on their every word, drawn into their discussions as if caught in a magnetic field of influence.
Obi-Wan's calm wisdom and Padme's fiery eloquence seemed to captivate even the most astute politicians, leaving them stammering for words in their presence. Anakin's own amusement deepened as he saw senators fumbling over themselves, trying to impress the formidable pair.
As Anakin watched, his eyes lingered on Padme, his admiration for her blending with an undercurrent of desire. Her presence was like that of a goddess, an angel, radiating grace and strength. He found himself entranced by the way her gown moved with every step, and the soft, starlit glint of her hair ornaments. Obi-Wan's robes did it's best to guard the redhead's beautiful body, but Anakin knew what laid beneath them and could barely stop himself from staring at Obi-Wan's firm ass.
Anakin smiked to himself as his mind lingered in his plans to strip them of their clothes as soon as they got home. Tonight will be fun.