From Earth to Star Wars, Part Two

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AN: Hello everyone, we hope ya'll are having a nice fall so far. Here is another chapter, mostly on Obi-Wan, Meagan and Dalton dealing with stuff on the ship. Anakin and Padme have a small appearance but his search for his friends will be more in the next chapter. This chapter is longer than normal but it's got a lot of good stuff! Hope ya'll are still enjoying our story and thank you to everyone for sticking with us and for anyone who favorited or alerted us recently.

Chapter One Hundred and Four

**Obi-Wan's Point of View**

Meagan and I both had been sleeping but I only stayed asleep for a couple of hours. Knowing we were still in some amount of danger, wanting to talk to Dalton Kain, I rose carefully, not wanting to awake my sleeping wife. She said she was okay but I really hoped she was right. I was still concerned about her health and that of the baby's but there was little I could do about it at the moment. But there was something I could do something about and deciding to get some answers I headed back into the cockpit. I found Kain sitting in the captain's seat, fiddling with something or another. I also had a feeling he was hiding something, despite the fact Meagan said she trusted him. She didn't tell me why, but maybe he would.

"Is Meagan alright?" He asked as I casually sat down next to him, not wanting to put him on the defensive.

"She will be fine with some rest and a few good meals." I said, not wanting to tell him more, that I was trying not to worry too much about her health. I certainly was not going to tell him the real reason she needed her rest.

"That's good." He seemed pleased to hear it, glancing over the counsel. "She will have plenty of time to rest before we stop."

"Meagan mentioned you were close by when she commed you." I said matter-of-factly, wanting to keep the conversation casual, at least for the moment. "Isn't it a little dangerous for civilians to be traveling through known Separatist space?"

He shrugged. "I am an independent freighter and can move in both Republic and Separatist territory fairly easily. As long as I don't get in their way or it's not in the middle of a battle or hostile takeover."

That sounded very interesting. "We are in Separatist territory and you are carrying a Jedi of the Republic. This does not exactly help you any as getting us back to safer space might not be easy."

He shrugged again. "I like to help people."

"You are risking your life for two people you barely know." I still couldn't quite swallow it completely, nearly abandoning my earlier casual stance.

"As I said, I don't mind helping people." He said matter-of-factly but I felt he was dodging the question.

"To donate clothes or extra food but not fly through enemy territory to rescue two people who the Separatists would love to get their hands on." I kept my voice calm, even, like I was simply asking about the weather but he must have known what I was after.

Dalton actually grinned, seemingly not concerned. "I like taking risks, but you don't believe me."

"No, I do not." I nearly told him I felt he was lying, holding something back, but did not. "What are you getting out of this? Fifteen minutes of fame, that you rescued a Jedi Master and his wife?"

"You and your wife have given yourselves to the good of the galaxy, shouldn't some of us help you out if needed?"

I sat back in the chair, still feeling he was leaving something out, that he was dancing around something, something he didn't want me to know.

"You think I'm lying." He said after several minutes of silence that was slowly growing in tension.

"From a certain point of view perhaps." I couldn't help but quip with a slight smile. I did not feel he was dangerous but there was something about this man. "But you are not telling me everything."

"Your wife trusts me."

"Meagan for everything she is, trusts some people she shouldn't." I said, forcing myself to remain calm at the mention of my wife, but yet Meagan said she had her reasons.

Dalton managed a smile. "You are probably right. Would you like to know the complete truth?"

That confirmed my feelings that he was holding back the entirety of the story. "Yes, I would."

The older man got up from the chair and paced around the cabin for a moment or two. "The answer is rather simple." He suddenly seemed nervous, like he was afraid of my reaction but yet I sensed no immediate danger, no foreboding sense of alarm. "As I am sure you would agree, a parent will do anything for his or her child."

I felt my breath catch before I forced myself to take normal breathes. Was he saying what I think he was saying? He had to be lying.

Dalton cocked an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I am not lying. You are my son. When I received Meagan's message I had to come, could not do anything but help you, not when I was close by and could do something."

It took me a few minutes to find my voice, only years of training kept the shock from showing on my face. "Do you have proof?"

"Do you need proof?" He countered with a small twisting smile. "I suppose you would. It is rather convenient that you have a birthmark on your right butt cheek. Something only a parent would know."

I opened my mouth and closed it again, unable to refute that argument.

"Unless you think I broke into the Temple's records completely undetected and just happened to gleam that piece of information to fool a Jedi Knight after rescuing him when his fleet could not?"

Kain's sarcasm certainly made a rather sound point. Someone may try to hack into our systems but the chances that he would not only be successful at it but also get completely away with it were very slim. So that left me with the fact he was telling the truth. No one but the healers and my wife knew of the mark and neither was likely to talk about it. The man standing before me was my biological father.

I had never wondered about my birth parents, only on becoming a father, truly acknowledged the sacrifice they had made. And now I had, through a series of events met one, who was watching me rather curiously.

"You are not arguing the point?"

I gave a slight shrug, still careful not to show him anything. "Your points are hard to dispute against. Plus, I assume Meagan already knew and probably had it verified as she said she trusted you for a reason."

"She knew." Kain nodded his assent before pausing for a long moment. "Meagan's smart, she eventually figured it out."

The cabin remained silent for long moments before he asked me. "Do you remember anything?"

I shook my head. "My earliest memories are from the Temple."

Another long moment of silence before he spoke. "Have you ever been to Barbossa?"

"No, I have only heard of it." I told him, almost glad to be moving to a somewhat safe territory. "Though unfortunately I have dealt with Onaka several times and been his, shall we say guest, at Florem. I don't think this place will be any different."

"He was a delight I'm sure. I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but have dealt with others of his like."

"Greed sometimes can be a powerful motivator."

"Which is why you and Meagan will need to stay on board." Dalton continued on before I could protest. "Any of the beings on this planet would not think twice about holding you and Meagan for ransom, selling either of you to the highest bidder, not caring which side it was as long as they got paid."

I had to admit he did have some points. I certainly felt I could handle them in a fight, but protecting Meagan and our unborn child was my top priority.

"I thought you would put up more of an argument."

"If Meagan wasn't along, I just might. I'm unfortunately well versed in pirate culture."

"Yes, but when pirates figure out they've been betrayed by Jedi, they generally don't have a favorable reaction and many undercover agents end up dead."

How in the Force did…

"Rosebella and I, your um stepmother, have followed your um career, as much as we were able to. You have become quite well known, especially lately."

My stepmother. It took me a moment to realize he was no longer with my birth mother. I found his referring to his family as part of mine, strangely unsettling. Maybe the truth was finally settling in a little. I briefly wondered what his story was but found I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask that yet or not.

I glanced up to find Dalton Kain watching me and found that even more unsettling. I did not like it. "How long will it take you to get fueled?"

He looked nearly shocked at the change in conversation but answered the question. "Not long. They don't have too many regulations and unless someone looks suspicious they won't search us or anything. I don't foresee any problems."

"Good." At least that was something we didn't have to worry about. "We probably should start to plan out the next jumps, if we can."

Dalton agreed before we spent a little time discussing possible plans and so forth before I excused myself to check on Meagan. When I got to the room she was still sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to disturb her still much needed rest, I sat down not far away and settled into some much needed meditation.

**Meagan's Point of view**

I slowly came awake, not sure of where I was for a few moments but as my mind began to clear, I remembered. Targeted by the Separatists, taken by Ventress into Separatist territory, escaping off her ship, Dalton rescuing us and now trying to get back home. I slowly stretched my body, still feeling tired and sore. It had been an incredibly long day, emotionally and physically. I gently rubbed my middle, still feeling the baby was strong and sighed in relief. I hoped events of late wouldn't have any long term consequences for it. I could only hope we would get home soon.

"How are you feeling?" Obi-Wan noticed I had awakened and sat down on the side of the bed. He must have already been awake.

"Better." Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I noticed something felt different about him, there was something he was unsettled about. "Are you alright?"

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I'm fine Meagan, nothing to worry about."

"You know don't you?" I said, going off of pure instincts.

"About Dalton Kain you mean?" He clarified for me or maybe for himself.

"Well, yes." I hedged, suddenly wishing I had not brought it up.

We stared at each other for long moments, the truth sitting between us before I finally spoke. "He told you?"

"Yes but to be honest I forced the issue." He went on to explain their conversation.

"Are you upset with me? Considering I knew it all along." I had always felt a little guilty for not telling my husband the truth even if I was honoring Dalton's wishes.

"Not really, I assume he asked you not to say anything to me? I think you would have told me otherwise. It doesn't really matter anyway." It was not that part which was obviously troubling Obi-Wan, he must be trying to accept the truth.

"Doesn't matter, he's your father." I couldn't help but protest.

"Meagan, he hasn't been my father since I was a baby. The order is my family now, nearly always has been."

"Obi-Wan, whether he raised you or not, he is still your father and he cares about us very much." I decided to ignore the fact he did not mention myself, Anakin, Sasha or the baby, but I guess we were included in his order statement.

"He doesn't even know us, not that well anyway." Obi-Wan sounded perfectly logical, almost too much so.

"Honey, if we had to give up this baby, he or she would always still be our child whether we were actively parenting him or not and I would always love her or him."

Obi-Wan stared at me for a long moment, obviously thinking about what I said.

"I know this is a lot to take in on top of everything else, but he's a good man and I think you should get to know him." I reached out, touching his face, hoping to make him see it. "He did risk his life to save us."

"I know." He sighed. "I will try but I am not promising anything."

That was at least something. "That is all I ask and besides we are going to be working together and on this ship for a while, so it's best that we all get along."

"I know." Obi-Wan kissed me gently before changing the subject. "Do you need anything?"

"Some water might be good, but I can….." I didn't even finish before he was already turning to fetch some for me.

"Stay off your feet Meagan, you've been through enough lately."

I sipped the water he soon brought back, obviously having some in our room. "I am not going to break you know."

"I know but I would rather not take the chance."

He was being overprotective again but after what happened I found I couldn't be that upset with him. And he was having to try to deal with meeting his biological father.

"Try to get some rest." He started to try to tuck me back into the bed, but I protested.

"Meagan….."

"Stay with me?" I asked, not wanting him to go that far.

Obi-Wan soon relented and climbed back into the bed, wrapping one arm around me, the other making comforting trails through my hair. Whether he fell back asleep or just meditated, I didn't know, but I was back asleep with only a few minutes.

**Anakin's Point of View**

After dropping Sasha and Ahsoka off at our place, I headed over to the Senate to see how late my wife might be working. While walking through the complex, several Senators expressed their condolences at Obi-Wan and Meagan's disappearance. I was not too surprised as it had become known not just around Coruscant but most of the galaxy, at least to anyone who followed the news on the holonet. Anyway, as I continued, I nodded and accepted their sympathies but didn't think for a moment that it was real until I heard them from Senators Bail Organa and Mon Mothma

"Do you think there is a possibility they have survived?" Mothma asked, looking concerned.

I nodded. "I think so. Dooku is wise enough to use them as a bargaining chip or lord it over us if he killed one of our best."

They both seemed to relax at hearing this and Organa soon asked. "How is the little one doing?"

"Holding up as best she can but it's been hard on her." Padme and I knew them well enough to answer the question honestly and they both had met Sasha.

"Tell her we are thinking of her and hoping her parents are okay." Mothma said with a quiet smile with Bail nodding in agreement.

"I will." I appreciated their thoughts.

"And if you need any help please let us know and we will do what we can." Organa added.

"Thank you, I know we all appreciate it."

After a few more pleasantries, I continued to head to Padme's office. When I entered the interoffice I found Chancellor Palpatine discussing something with her and stayed in the background till they finished.

On his way out, the Chancellor stopped, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I am so sorry to hear about what has happened to General Obi-Wan and Meagan Kenobi."

I thought it was nice of him to mention them. "Thank you sir."

"I trust you are doing everything in your power to find them. I would think Dooku would have already sent us a ransom if he had them, even if it's only been a few days."

"We are doing everything we can to find them and I believe that too sir. They are alive somewhere."

"Let me know if I can help you with anything. I too want them back with us safe and sound." He gave me a smile and I began to feel a bit better. Maybe I should take him up on his offer, he could certainly order things to get them done….

However, his next words brought an abrupt end to my thoughts. "How is their little one doing? This must be such a difficult time for her. Please pass on my good wishes to her and if she needs anything."

I managed a smile. "I will sir, thank you again."

I watched him leave, suddenly having a bad feeling about this. For some reason I did not like him knowing anything about Sasha.

"Anakin are you alright?" A moment or two later I felt Padme come up from behind me, placing a gentle hand on my arm.

"I do not like this, him asking about Sasha."

Padme gave me an odd look. "He was only being polite."

"I know but I do not like it." I gave her a slight smile. "I guess I am a little overprotective of her."

She smiled a little. "At a time like this it is understandable."

I gave her kiss. "Are you about done for the day? Ahsoka and Sasha are already at home."

"Just give me a few minutes and I will be ready."

Padme finished with a few more of her duties before we left for home. Despite current events, we had an enjoyable evening, as much as we could that is. But the Chancellor's words stayed with me for most of the evening as I watched Sasha, wanting to protect her.

**Meagan's Point of View**

Dalton and Obi-Wan landed the ship, thankfully with no Separatist ships in sight, but Barbossa looked absolutely awful.

"Don't worry, Meagan." Dalton gave me a smile. "I've been here before so I know my way around."

"Good, I have a list." I handed him a datapad. "I hope you don't mind getting us a few needed items, though I don't…."

He glanced over the list. "Meagan, it's okay. This shouldn't be a problem."

"Thank you."

After Dalton left to handle getting us fuel and some supplies, I headed into the small refresher and took a shower. I was finally starting to feel better after some much needed rest and a few good meals. If we could only just get home.

"Feeling better?" Obi-Wan asked as I entered our temporary quarters.

"Much." I watched him for a moment or two before asking. "Are we going to get home?"

He rose from where he was sitting and kissed me gently. "Yes, but it may take us a while, especially if Dooku is still looking for us."

I nodded. "Can't we get a message to Anakin or anyone else right now?"

"Nothing through normal channels, it would be too much of a risk." Obi-Wan shook his head before looking rather thoughtful for long moments. "I wonder if we couldn't send some sort of sub-space message….."

After more long moments of silence I quickly lost my patience and asked. "What sort of message?"

Obi-Wan looked up at me but didn't speak for long moments. "Ships generally have systems that leave 'noise' in space."

He stopped speaking, leaving me in complete confusion. "Noise? Obi-Wan can you please explain what you are talking about?"

"I am sorry, honey. Let me try to explain it better." He gave a sigh. "I will have to confer with Dalton but we may be able to adjust his sub-space output that would be only interpreted as static or noise and wouldn't mean anything…"

"How does that help us?" I interrupted, feeling rather impatient, cursing once again the hormones that seemed to be playing havoc on my emotions right now.

"It would not be a spoken or worded message." Obi-Wan explained, showing no signs of upset concerning my questions. "It would be altering enough of this output into a pattern that someone who knows us would recognize." I opened my mouth to ask some other questions, but knowing them already, he continued. "It would assure them we were alive somewhere and Anakin might find a way to track us and then maybe clear some Separatist so we can get home sooner."

"But what would the tune so to speak be?" I asked, now finally understanding where this was going.

"I do not know. It certainly can't be a connection to a Jedi code as Dooku could figure it out if he has droids monitoring this, which they normally do not, but I don't want to take any chances "

"But if people or in this case armies don't generally monitor these kind of frequencies, what makes you think someone would hear our message?"

"There is a chance they won't." He gave a small smile. "However, Dooku would have lorded it over the Republic if he killed us and when there is nothing of the sort, not to mention, Sasha and Anakin would have felt something of our deaths, Anakin will assume we are alive somewhere. He probably is searching for us right now and so this could be a way to reach him."

We both grew quiet again as we thought about the plan. Dalton returned not too much later and we were off again. Unfortunately, with the war and the monitoring of major hyperspace lanes, we were unable to go straight home and were going to have to be very careful about where we stopped and where we could jump to. It might be weeks, if not months when we would see home again, see Sasha again.

I nearly chocked on a sob, thinking the horror our daughter was going through right now.

"I am sure Anakin would have gone home to see her and she will be well taken care of." Obi-Wan pulled me close, letting me cry until I could bring my emotions back under control.

Later, once we were safe in hyperspace, Obi-Wan brought up his idea to Dalton, who said, as long as it was simple, it would be doable. However, his concern was would anyone hear it and if the wrong person heard it.

"That's why it will need to be something maybe only Anakin would know." Obi-Wan said.

"A song from his and Padme's wedding." I suggested. It had been a smaller wedding.

"But very much the news." Dalton pointed out. "Though they didn't have many details, the majority of the tabloids were discussing it. So I would stay away from that."

For the next several minutes, we tossed around ideas that didn't seem to be the right one for one reason or another until it came to me.

"The marching ant song." I didn't know why I did not think of it before.

"The what song?" Obi-Wan and Dalton asked, both cocking their eyebrows, looking and sounding like a father and son.

"It's a song I learned as a small child that I've sung to Sasha to help her learn numbers."

"But will Anakin know it?" This time it was just Obi-Wan that spoke.

"I think so." I hesitated, trying to remember if he had been there or ever heard Sasha singing it as well as other Earth songs that I had taught my daughter. "But we aren't coming up with any other ideas and it's a shot in the dark anyway."

I heard Obi-Wan sigh, obviously giving in before Dalton turned to me. "How does it go?"

Once everything was complete, I went back to rest and wait. We would get back to the Republic some way but having a little more help would be nice.

Obi-Wan's Point of View

My mind first awoke in stages, remembering all that had happened recently, still not quite sure what to think about our rescuer being my father but that was hardly my biggest concern. We still had reaped no rewards from our sub-space message but it had only been a few days. I knew Anakin was searching for us and it would only be a matter of time before he discovered and managed to find us. It was our job to keep alive long enough for him to help us. Sighing I turned slightly and watched Meagan sleep for long moments, feeling some relief that she seemed to be doing alright. I had been rather concerned for her health as well as the health of the baby, but she was looking less tired and drained than she had a few days ago. Obviously escaping from Ventress and getting to a somewhat safer situation and having regular meals and rest helping at least some.

After meditating for a little while, I stood up and stretched. Glancing over, seeing Meagan still sleeping, I left the small quarters we had been using. I found Dalton Kain in the gallery, putting something together for first meal as well as having made coffee.

"Want a cup?" Dalton asked as he poured himself a cup as I approached him.

"Yes, I would, thank you." I rather gratefully took the cup since coffee had not been seen in our quarters at the Temple since Meagan became pregnant.

Nothing much was said as we ate. I was still trying to adjust to all the changes lately, another baby coming, getting captured, escaping and trying to get back to Republic space without losing any lives and now meeting my biological father.

"Good morning, I can pour you…" Dalton, who was facing the door, saw Meagan come in before I did, interrupting my thoughts. I turned slightly as Dalton's words drifted off and his face grew concerned.

Meanwhile Meagan's face had gone much too pale, almost green like if possible before running out of the room. I gave a sigh before taking a long sip of my coffee before rising from the table. I almost wished I had taken the time to clean out the coffee pot before my wife came in but she hadn't had much sickness lately, so I was not too concerned. But obviously I should have.

"Is she alright?" Dalton asked, his concern for her sincere.

"She will be fine." I assured him, not wanting to go into details, but knew he would more than likely learn about the baby, being on a small ship for a good amount of time, if he didn't just guess the truth right now. "I'd best go check on her."

Dalton nodded. "I have a couple different types of teas if she would like a cup."

I nodded my thanks before leaving the room. Within a couple of minutes, I found my wife huddled on the floor of the small refresher, still looking paler than I liked.

She glared at me. "You just had to have a cup of coffee didn't you?"

I held up my hands in surrender. "Actually Dalton made it."

Regardless of my statement, she was still glaring at me. "It's still your fault."

Not wanting to argue with her, especially when her hormones were wreaking havoc on her, I simply knelt down, reaching over to rub her back. "Do you need anything? Dalton said he did have some types of tea."

She took a deep breath. "Just some water will be fine."

"I'll be back in just a moment." I gently kissed her temple before leaving the room.

Finding a water bottle, I returned to the refresher and found Meagan still on the floor. I handed her the water and she sipped it slowly. It was several minutes later when she started to rise, but still looking entirely too pale and tired. It was very concerning as I helped her into our temporary quarters.

Meagan gave me a slight smile, sensing my thoughts. "We're alright." I must have still looked unconvinced as she soon continued. "Obi-Wan, my body is making a baby, it's going to leave me tired. It's completely normal."

I knew she was right but I did not like seeing Meagan hurting or sick. I kissed her cheek as I settled her into the sleeping cot. "Try to get some more rest."

She gave me a slight smile, as if she was only humoring me, but made herself more comfortable. "Wake me when we get there?"

I watched her long moments before agreeing. "Though I do not think you are leaving the ship."

"Obi-Wan, I am going to need new clothes at some point." She pointed out, rubbing her middle which was starting to curve out a bit more lately. And she did have a point, remembering she was ten weeks along now.

I knew she had a point but we were still deep in Separatist territory and I did not want her being seen, not with her condition and the enemy more than likely looking for us. "I will think about it."

She looked like she was about to protest but then surprisingly didn't. "Very well."

I took a moment before responding, assuring her. "I will at least come and wake you."

"Thank you." She reached up, pulling me down to kiss my cheek.

"Get some rest." I said again, helping her settle back down again. "I'll come back to check on you later."

I turned off the lights then left the room, letting my wife get some sleep. I headed back into the gallery to find Dalton seating at the table. He looked up as I entered.

"Meagan alright?" He asked, still sounding concerned.

I nodded, sitting down myself to finish my meal, even if it was a little cold. Glancing around, I noticed Dalton had cleaned out the coffee pot.

"I found some crackers and other lighter items she could eat for a lite snack after her nap." Dalton pointed to the covered plate sitting on the counter.

"Thank you, I'll make sure she eats something when she wakes up." I thanked him before turning back to my own plate.

It was quiet for a little while until Dalton spoke. "How far along is she?"

I debated for long moments about what to say, it was a bit different for him to be suspicious verses actually knowing about her condition. What to tell him? I could deny it but that would be lying. However before I could actually form a response Dalton gave a twisted smile.

"I am a father and grandfather." He said, sparing me from answering. "This is not the first time I've seen morning sickness."

I gave a little sigh, admitting defeat. "Ten weeks."

Dalton nodded, lifting a cup to his lips and taking a sip before speaking. "Has it been bad?"

"Not too bad." I didn't go into details, not feeling comfortable enough to share any more with him. He may be my biological father but I did not know him all that well. Meagan was right, he was a good man but I was not so sure about opening up to him.

Once I was done eating, I took my plate and quietly cleaned it before setting it aside. I stole a glance at the plate Dalton prepared and briefly wondered if I should check on my wife but thought to let her sleep for a little while longer.

Silence mostly reigned though occasionally one of us would make a comment or pose a question about the planet our next stop was on or the course of travel and we would speak of that for a couple minutes before going silent again. It was as if we did not know what to say to each other, especially now that we knew who the other was without Meagan helping ease the conversation.

However, finally Dalton broke it and ventured into the territory that I was not so sure about going into. "Obi-Wan, I know we have not spoken about this since our first conversation but I think we should."

I leaned back in my chair, seemingly surprised he raised the subject first. I gauged him for a few moments, trying to get a sense of how he was feeling but he rather calmly stared back at me. Wanting to know more, I simply asked. "What would your points of discussion be?"

Dalton laughed. "Is this how you always start your negotiations?"

"Sometimes but not always. It does vary depending on the exact situation." I watched him for a moment, slight smile twisting on his lips, as if he enjoyed a good banter, so I felt I could continue. "As in this case, I wanted to know more about what you wanted to discuss before venturing any subjects of my own."

Dalton looked amused and thoughtful at the same time but ventured out. "So do you?"

"I do not know." I still was not sure if I wanted to know more about the family or the family history or not, so I settled with an honest answer. "And you have yet to answer my own question."

Dalton laughed again before turning serious. "I know you have not had the time to contemplate everything." He paused, obviously thinking about his next words carefully and I remained silent, wanting to give him the time. "I know you do not know me and while I do not expect you to see me as your father, I would hope we could at least become friends."

I watched him carefully for a few minutes before answering, thinking he was just as unsure in this situation as I and his request was reasonable and echoed Meagan's thoughts. "I think that would be something I could work towards."

"Good." He smiled slightly, taking a sip of his cup. We sat in silence, this time slightly more comfortable.

Though at some point, I knew I needed to check on Meagan. I rose from my seat, going over to the counter to pick up the plate. "I think I should check to make sure Meagan is still doing alright."

Dalton nodded as I left the room. As I walked down the hall, I felt a bit more at peace about our situation than I had before.

AN: Well, we hope you have enjoyed this chapter with Obi-Wan learning about who his father is and how their relationship may evolve over this part of the story. For the sub-space message part, we have to give credit to a Star Trek The Next Generation episode, Menage A Troi where Will, Deanna and her mother are taken aboard a Ferengi ship and managed to send a message to the Enterprise through sub-space messages and then are rescued. It's a great episode! Anyway, thanks again and have a great week.

PrettyRecklessLaura: We are glad you have been enjoying our story and hope you liked this latest chapter. This has been a fun sequence to put together, despite what our characters are going through. Thanks again and have a blessed night!

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