AKwxlady Obi Wans Daughter Part four Chapter three

It was only a five hour flight to Coruscant. Ki’tia and Ordo used the time to talk with the children on board, discovering their names and home planets. They input this information into datapads provided by Organa Solo. Upon their arrival the children were taken by representatives of the Ministry Council.

“They will be given medical and psychological exams,” Leia explained, “and then housed in a dormitory tonight. Tomorrow we will begin the process of reuniting them with their parents.”

“Would you please let the children know I am here for them, if they need me?” Ki’tia asked.

“Yes, several of them have already asked to see you,” Leia answered, her lips pursing tightly. “If you could meet with them, it might smooth the process.”

“Certainly, at once,” Ki’tia replied.

“Wonderful,” Leia said. “I will take you to the children. One of my aids will show Ordo to your suites.” Ordo nodded and Ki’tia handed him her small bag from the Aay’han. “Later tonight I’d like you both to join Han and me for a small informal dinner party.”

“Thank you,” Ordo accepted politely. “We would be delighted.”

Ki’tia was shown to her quarters late that afternoon, Coruscant local time. She wanted a bath and a nap before the dinner party. Shortly after closing her door to the aid, the chime sounded. She answered the door. It was Ordo, carrying two shopping bags.

“I’ve been shopping for you,” he smiled holding up the bags and entering her room. “Kal’buir said you would need something nice to wear while here. He told me buy you a few outfits.” Ordo handed Ki’tia the bags. Then he put his finger across his lips and pulled an electronic device out of his pocket. He mouthed the words ‘listening devices’ and started scanning the room. Ki’tia watched as lights on the device changed colors and blinked. “Do you like them?” Ordo pointed to the shopping bags.

“Oh, yes, Ordo,” Ki’tia stammered. She had forgotten about the bags. The device was definitely showing the presence of listening devices in her room. “Thank you.”

“You probably want to freshen up,” Ordo said. “I’ll come back later.”

Ordo returned in an hour. “I have a call for you,” he said, holding out his comlink.

“But, Ordo,” Ki’tia protested, “what about the…” she mouthed the word bugs.

“Oh, the listening devices in our rooms,” Ordo said very clearly. “It is better if our new friends understand we’re not stupid. We know how to take care of ourselves. Now, you do want this call. It’s your children, and it is secure. The New Republic will not be able to track this signal to our home world.”

Ki’tia took Ordo’s comlink and spent several minutes talking with Jorj, Etain and little Dar. She assured them she was fine and that she would see them soon. When the call was finished she handed the comlink back to Ordo.

“We still have a few hours before the dinner party,” Ordo said. “You should rest. I’ll be back for you later. I hope you like the clothes.” He noticed the bags sitting, untouched on a chair. Ordo winked. “Wait until you see what I’m wearing.” He raised one eyebrow and left her staring after him.

Ki’tia looked in the first bag. It contained a couple of tunic and pants sets, and several sets of underwear. She blushed at the thought of Ordo buying those. The second bag contained a shimmering dark blue long tunic, sleeveless, with a low rounded neckline. There was a matching sheer over jacket made from a fabric that appeared to have lengths of very thin metallic fiber embedded along its length. She also found a pair of heeled shoes in the bag, the same color as the dress. Ki’tia tried on the dress. It fit her perfectly, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and hugging the curves of her hips. She wondered how Ordo had managed to get her size so exactly, then she thought it must be the material of the dress.

Later, when he came to get her, Ordo was wearing black slacks and matching collarless shirt, with a, likewise, collarless black dinner jacket that had a slight shimmer to the fabric.

“You look very handsome,” Ki’tia said when she saw him at her door. He took her breath away.

“And you look,” Ordo paused. “Much more than beautiful.” Her long milk white hair flowed down the back of the dress to her hips, and the blue of the dress reflected in her eyes. The rounded neckline just showed the top rounds of her breasts, without being vulgar. Ordo gazed at Ki’tia, with a longing smile on his lips. After a moment, he shook his head and offered her his arm. “There will be an escort waiting for us at the elevator.”

“Thank you for the dress,” Ki’tia said, taking his arm. “It is beautiful.” Ordo just nodded and ushered her down the hallway.

The dinner party was held at the Chief of State official apartments. “This is just a small gathering,” Leia assured Ki’tia and Ordo, “only family and close friends. I’m afraid my staff is planning a larger reception for later in the week.” Han rolled his eyes.

“We’re delighted with your hospitality,” Ki’tia said, as they walked into a dining room. There were about ten people standing about.

“First, let me apologize for the conditions of your suites,” Leia said. “I assure you they will be thoroughly cleaned while you are here tonight. My security staff was overzealous to better understand you. I do hope you accept my apology.”

“Apology accepted, Madam Chief of State,” Ordo bowed his head slightly and Leia returned the slight bow of her head. “I am please you are so willing to remedy the situation.”

Ki’tia noticed a man in black Jedi robes walking up to them. Leia smiled at him. “Allow me to introduce my brother, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker,” Leia extended her hand to the Jedi. “Luke this is Ki’tia and Ordo Skirata.”

“Your brother?” Ki’tia looked surprised at Leia.

“Yes, Leia and I are twins,” Luke responded. “Is it true you are the daughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

“Yes, I am,” Ki’tia answered, turning back to Luke. “I am pleased to meet you Luke Skywalker. Our lives have been intertwined since before mine began, but Master Yoda never mentioned you had a sister.” She shook her head. “He did like his secrets.”

Luke looked taken aback. “You knew Master Yoda?” he asked. “When?”

“I lived with him for most of my teenage years,” Ki’tia answered. “I had to leave Dagobah when you were about to come to the Master to be trained as a Jedi.” Ki’tia looked questioningly at Luke. “Did you never wonder why Master Yoda’s house was set up for two? Two beds, two chairs, two plates, two mugs.” She knowingly looked at Luke.

A stunned expression crossed Luke’s face. “I did not,” he said. “Not ever.” Ki’tia raised an eyebrow and gave him a half smile.

“Really,” she replied, “how interesting.” She looked the Jedi up and down, appraisingly. There was a stilted silence in the room.

A tone sounded in the background. “That is the call to dinner,” Leia announced, grateful to break the silence. “If you would all please take your places.” She led the way to the table.

As dinner started, Luke asked Ki’tia, “You said our lives have been intertwined, how? I have never heard of you. Ben never spoke of a daughter.”

“Ben?” Ki’tia questioned.

“Sorry,” Luke answered. “Obi-Wan. On Tatooine we knew him as Ben Kenobi. That was where I grew up.” He looked at her. “When did you know him?”

“I never knew Obi-Wan Kenobi in this life,” Ki’tia replied. “He left my mother shortly after I was conceived, to return to, did you say Tatooine? I never knew where he went. Mother could not tell me about him. Other than that he was a Jedi and a wonderful man. And that she loved him very much.” Ki’tia paused. She regarded Luke. “Is it safe to tell this story? Do these people know of your father? What I have to tell you is not pleasant.”

“Yes, they know,” Luke replied. “You may speak freely.” He frowned.

“Very well,” Ki’tia began, “A few years after the Purge, Obi-Wan was trying to rescue a Jedi who had escaped. He was being pursued by a Sith, Darth Vader, your father. They fought in starships. Obi-Wan evaded your father and crashed on my mother’s planet. He was seriously wounded and his memories gone. My mother healed his injuries, but not his memories. They fell in love and committed to each other. Very soon after I was conceived there was an accident with his lightsaber, it killed a small child. The lightsaber had been stolen from the crash site by one of the villagers. When Obi-Wan saw his lightsaber his memories returned. That same night Master Yoda came to my mother’s house. Obi-Wan left my mother to return to watch over you.”

There were tears in Ki’tia’s eyes as she continued. “My mother and Obi-Wan had to bury their feelings for each other deep inside. They could not risk the Sith learning of my existence. They knew your father would stop at nothing to kill me, if he learned Obi-Wan had a child.” Ki’tia stopped for a moment to gain her strength. “When I was about seven, my mother failed at this. She must have finally given into the longing for Obi-Wan, and let herself yearn for him. I expect her love was like a lodestar to the Sith. Your father came to our village and murdered my mother, then destroyed everyone and everything in the village. Master Yoda had left a call beacon with her when he took Obi-Wan away. Before Darth Vader arrived Mother told me to run into the forest and press the beacon after the bad men had left. That was how I escaped. That was how I went to live with the Wookiees. Later, I had to leave Master Yoda’s protection to allow him to train you. Finally, my father was killed by your father, while protecting you.” She took a deep breath. “So, you see Master Jedi. All my life you have been my shadow, or perhaps, I have been yours.”

Leia held her hand over her mouth. Others at the table were in quiet respect.

“You must hate me,” Luke whispered, his brow furrowed.

“Hate is of the Dark side,” Ki’tia said. “I am an A’nir. Unlike you, Master Jedi, I cannot touch the Dark side.”

“I thought you were a Jedi?” Leia questioned Ki’tia. “What is an A’nir?”

“I am not a Jedi,” Ki’tia corrected. “A’nir are the third sodality of Force users. We use only the Light side of the Force. I am a healer. That is why the kidnapped children found solace in me. As an A’nir I have great empathy and compassion through the Force.”

“There are many Jedi who are healers,” Leia countered. “Why are you different?”

“The Jedi use the Dark side of the Force,” Ki’tia explained. “This diminishes their healing abilities.”

“We only use the Dark side when necessary,” Luke defended.

“Really,” Ki’tia countered. “How often is it necessary to probe a mind, or change another’s intentions? How often is it necessary to change another’s destiny, or force them to your will? How often do you turn to the Dark side, Master Jedi, to bend those around you to what you see as best?” She looked into his eyes. “I feel the Darkness within you. You fight it, but do you really believe my father’s sacrifice worth so little?”

“You do not understand,” Luke replied. “There are times when a slight touch of the Dark side gives us the power to overcome greater evil.”

“You are correct, forgive me,” Ki’tia conceded, bowing her head slightly. “I do not understand. I will never touch the Dark side and I will never feel its power, except in how it threatens me. I am fortunate not to have that temptation.” She paused. “I am not as powerful as you, Master Jedi, but I would not trade the gifts of the A’nir for the temptations that your power brings.”

“Ki’tia, you have a great understanding of the Light side of the Force,” Luke steeple his hands in front of him and contemplated her. “There is much we could learn from each other. Will you come and train with us at the new Jedi academy?” Luke asked her.

“I am honored by your offer, Luke,” Ki’tia replied. “But, no, I could not leave my family.”

“Your children would be welcome, also,” Luke added. “Certainly they must be Force users.” Ki’tia smiled at him, ready to decline his offer.

“No!” Ordo said firmly. All heads turned to him. “The remains of the Empire still see my brothers and me as property. In your New Republic we have no status what-so-ever. The same is true for our children.” He looked at the faces around the table. “Ki’tia’s children will remain where they are, and our world will remain anonymous, until such time as the galaxy is willing to accept us for the men we are, and what we’ve become.”

“And, what have you become, Skirata?” Han Solo challenged.

Ordo looked coldly at him. “Husbands, fathers, grandfathers, lovers, farmers, fighters, fishermen, ranchers, mechanics, pilots…basically men. Just like you Captain Solo. Men who wanted a chance at life, and fought to get it. And we will fight to keep what is ours.” Ordo stood. “Ki’tia, perhaps we should say good-night.”

Leia stood and opened her arms, “No Ordo, please stay. This is a beginning for all of us. We have to start somewhere to correct the wrongs of the past. Tonight might just be the start of the justice you are seeking.” Ordo nodded at her and took his seat.

“Ki’tia, tell us about your children?” Talon Karrde asked, trying to break the silence that had fallen over the group. “The one you were just pregnant with when you left my ship. What was it?”

“A boy,” Ki’tia smiled. “He is a handsome young man and looks just like his father.”

“Who is his father?” Karrde asked. “I questioned the men of my ship. They assured me.” Karrde allowed his comment to trail off.

“Ki’tia,” Ordo warned.

“Ordo,” Ki’tia turned to him, “silence will only lead to mystery, mystery to curiosity, and curiosity to investigation. I might as well end the speculation.” Ordo nodded agreement. Ki’tia turned to look at Karrde. “His father was an Imperial Naval Officer. I was escaping from him when I met you.”

“I remember, you said you were wanted by the Imperials when I helped you,” Karrde reminisced.

Ki’tia looked around the table. “My first son’s father was Imperial Grand Admiral Thrawn. I believe you all know of him.”

“Thrawn!” exclaimed Han Solo. “How! Well not how, but how?” His brow furrowed in question.

“I was captured by the Imperials after you left me on Nal Hutta. They thought I was a Jedi. Eventually, I was turned over to Grand Admiral Thrawn. He ran a DNA scan and learned of my parentage. Thrawn planned to use Obi-Wan Kenobi’s bloodline to introduce the Force into his Chiss bloodline. He was a very dynamic, persuasive man, and he kept knowledge of me from Vader and the Emperor.” She paused, unsure how to continue. “After I conceived his child, I learned he was going to remove the embryo from my body to mature it in a cloning cylinder. I ran. I stole his cruiser. I had never flown a ship, but there was an instruction manual. The part about landing was insufficient. I crashed it into the port at Ord Mantell.”

“That was Thrawn’s cruiser you crashed,” Karrde laughed. “No wonder you caused so much trouble to everyone on Ord Mantell?” Karrde continued laughing. “The Imperials shut down the port for three days,” he pointed a finger at Ki’tia, “looking for you!” Karrde shook his head. “You were just a little bit of a girl. You didn’t even have shoes when Chin found you!”

“I was about twenty-two,” Ki’tia corrected him, “I’m just petite.” She smiled at his laughter.

“I remember that, too,” Karrde smiled at her. “In fact I still have that couch, and I still think about you when I look at it in just the right light. You don’t know the discomfort you’ve cause me over the years.” He gave her a wicked grin.

“Talon, please,” Ki’tia tilted her head at him, still smiling, but eyes imploring discretion.

“I should have kept you,” Karrde winked at her.

Ordo leaned over to Ki’tia. “Do I need to know about this couch?” he whispered.

“Not now,” Ki’tia answered, blushing slightly.

Dinner was over and Leia stood. “Well, friends this has been an interesting evening. I’m sure we will all have much to discuss over the next few days. Now it is time to say good-night.”

They were shown to the door and an aid escorted Ordo and Ki’tia back to their suites. Ordo followed Ki’tia into her suite and ran a sweep for listening devices. They had all been removed.

“You were wonderful tonight,” Ki’tia said, “the way you stood up to Han and Luke. Thank you!” She put her arms around Ordo’s shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. Before she could remove her arms, he slipped his arms around her waist, holding her to him. Ki’tia pulled her head back and looked into his eyes. “Ordo?” He moved one hand up through her hair to cradle the back of her head, then he slowly brought his lips to hers. His kiss was tender. Ki’tia closed her eyes and returned the kiss. When they parted, there was a passion in his eyes she had never seen before.

Ordo released her. “I’ll pick you up for breakfast.” He reached out and brushed a finger across her cheek. “Good night, Ki’tia.”

“Good night, Ordo.”

Over breakfast the next morning, at a little dinner near the government apartment towers, they were discussing their plans for the day. “The Ministry Council asked that I spend the day helping them prepare the children for their return flights home,” Ki’tia told Ordo. “What do you have planned for the day?”

“I’m going to rent a speeder,” Ordo said, “and check out our old neighborhoods to see what’s changed. Then I’m going to see about purchasing a cruiser to get us home. And, Mereel wants me to look at those X-wing fighters. He and Kom’rk think we need a squadron for planetary defense.”

“You’re just going to buy them?” Ki’tia asked. She never really understood how much money the clones had.

“Well, the fighters we’d go through the manufacturer to get,” Ordo answered. “Less red tape, less people who know. The cruiser for us, yes, I’ll just pay for with cash credits. I’ve got enough with me to buy whatever we need.” He grinned at her. “I might even teach you how to land it.”

“Oh, you!” Ki’tia picked up a roll to throw at him and he caught her hand. He held onto the back of her hand with the roll. Ordo took the roll out of her hand and turned it over, to hold her hand palm to palm.

“Tonight, I’ll take you out to dinner,” Ordo said, “but, right now, I’d better get you to the Ministry.” He raised her hand and kissed it.

Luke came to visit Ki’tia at the Ministry, just before the end of the work day. “We got off on the wrong standing last night,” Luke said. “I’m sorry.”

“I think it was mostly my fault,” Ki’tia countered. “I said many things that were difficult to hear. I’m sorry, too.”

“Can we be friends?” Luke asked.

“Of course,” she smiled and extended her hand. Luke returned her smile and shook Ki’tia’s hand. “My oldest son, Jorj, is very strong in the Force. He may come to your academy someday, but it will be his decision, if and when.”

“He will be welcome,” Luke replied, “anytime.” He looked at the time. “Are you ready to go, can I give you a lift?”

“Ordo will be picking me up,” she replied, “but, thank you for the offer.” They walked to the Ministry doors. Ordo was waiting off to the side of the entrance.

“If you want proof I am Obi-Wan Kenobi’s daughter, you may take a sample of my blood for analysis,” Ki’tia held out her hand to Luke.

“I don’t need your blood,” Luke responded. “I see him in your eyes and I feel him in your Force presence.” He looked at her. “There is something else. I’m not sure if it is your smile or just your sense of humor, but there is a grace about you that was also in Ben. He was a good man.”

“Thank you,” Ki’tia said. “We often don’t understand why the Force places the paths before us it does, but the choices, are our own.” She took Luke’s hands in hers. “I’m grateful my father was able to play some small part in making you the man you’ve become. Someone once said to me I was worth saving. So were you, Luke Skywalker.” She smiled and released his hands.

“I wish we had met sooner,” Luke bowed his head slightly and smiled. “You would have been a great help to me. You still could be.” He looked at her, hopefully.

“No,” Ki’tia shook her head slowly. “My place is with Clan Skirata, my family. They are all my family. I couldn’t leave them. They are as much a part of me as my heart and soul. I belong there, as I do nowhere else in the galaxy.” Ordo walked up and took her arm. She smiled at him and he returned the smile.

“Ordo,” Luke said, nodding his head, “you’ve got someone quite special there. Take good care of her.”

“I intend to,” Ordo said placing his hand over Ki’tia’s. He led her to his waiting speeder.

Ordo had made reservations at the Grande Manarai, one of the floating restaurants that overlooked the Manarai Mountains on Coruscant. He and Ki’tia wore the same outfits from the dinner party. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to buy us something new to wear,” Ordo apologized. “I did have these cleaned.

“These clothes are fine,” Ki’tia assured him. “How many sets of dress clothes do we need when we get home? Where will we ever wear them again?” she shrugged.

“I don’t know,” Ordo gazed at her across the table, “you do look lovely. It might be worth the effort.”

“How did you get this dress to fit me so perfectly?” she inquired. “And, all the other things?” She looked at him with mock accusation.

Ordo, reacting with sudden innocence, held his hands to his chest. “I had your measurements for the adjustments to your beskar’gam. The armor had to be fitted to your body.” The he reached out and took her hand in his. “I just had to make mental calculations for a lack of clothing underneath.” He smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you are being bad tonight,” Ki’tia teased him.

“Not yet,” Ordo whispered. He pulled her hand across the table and quickly kissed it. Ki’tia blushed. Their relationship had definitely taken an unexpected turn in the past few days. Or was it unexpected. Ordo had been protective of her since she saved Kal’s life. He’d been more attentive to her since Kad divorced her. His kiss had awoken feelings she had buried years ago, when she’d given up any hope of there being love in her marriage. It had stirred other sensations in Ki’tia. Would he notice her blush? Would he notice her breath coming faster?

The waiter appeared at the table. Ordo placed the dinner order for both of them. It was a perfect meal. He was the perfect gentleman.

“Did you find a starship for us?” Ki’tia asked.

“I think so,” Ordo answered. “I’m still negotiating on the price, but you’ll like her. She’s beautiful.” He smiled. “And, I have a lead on a new line of fighters. My brothers will go crazy for them. We may stop by Fresia on our way home and check out what the Incom Corporation has for sale.”

“Will Incom sell to us?” Ki’tia asked. “We’re not part of the New Republic.”

“I’m sure they can be properly motivated,” Ordo grinned. “It’s amazing what an almost unlimited bank account can do for motivation.”

“Do you really have that much money?” she asked.

“Jaing and Kom’rk keep track of the daily accounts,” Ordo answered. “I know a running total. It’s in the hundreds of trillions, and it’s our money. You’re part of this family, too. Heart and soul.”

Ki’tia was stunned at the amount of money Ordo just mentioned, but his last comment took all thought of credits from her mind. She hadn’t realized he’d overheard her talking with Luke. Her sense of Ordo through the Force was far different than it had ever been. It was like he was reaching out to her, not with his mind, but with his being. She had never felt anything like it, from anyone.

After dinner when they return to her suite. Ordo opened her door and followed her in. “I’m going to check for new devices,” he said, taking out the scanner.

“You don’t trust our hosts?” Ki’tia asked.

“No,” Ordo replied as he started scanning her main room. “Not ever.” His feelings through the Force at that moment were cold and determined.

Ki’tia removed the jacket from her outfit, and took off her shoes. She stood looking out the window at the lights of Coruscant. There was enough light coming in from outside she didn’t turn on any lights in the room. Ordo was scanning the bedroom and the refresher. She was deep in thought.

“Nothing new,” Ordo appeared suddenly behind her. Ki’tia jumped. “I’m sorry,” he put his hands on her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You move so quietly for such a big man,” she was slightly breathless. She noticed he had removed his dinner jacket.

“I was trained for it from a very early age,” he explained. “Although, I doubt the Aiwha-bait ever thought I’d use the stealth to approach a beautiful woman.” He drew her closer to him, looking into her eyes. “Cyar’ika,” Ordo whispered the Mando’a term of endearment, then pulled her into his arms. They kissed passionately, and he held her body tightly against his own. Ki’tia could feel the strength of his muscles where his arms wrapped around her, the contours of his chest where it pressed against her breasts, and the firmness of his legs where he held hers with them.

Ordo broke the kiss. He looked down into her face. “I want you, Ki’tia,” his voice rough with passion.

“Yes, Ordo,” Ki’tia whispered. He kissed her quickly, then picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He stood her on her feet next to the bed. Ki’tia turned her back to him and moved her hair away from her tunic. Ordo ran his fingers down the zipseam of her tunic and it fell to the floor. Ki’tia picked up the tunic and laid it carefully across a clothes rack. Then she returned to stand before Ordo in a matching set of underwear he had bought for her. “These are lovely,” she said, indicating the lace bra and panties she was wearing, “you have excellent taste.” She smiled at him.

Ordo grabbed her and kissed her, his passion fierce. Strong hands pushed her bra and panties from her body. Ki’tia removed Ordo’s shirt, she ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his chest. Ordo groaned and lifted Ki’tia to the bed. He removed the rest of his clothing and laid next to her. Passionate hands and lips explored each other’s body, felt softness, teased nipples, discovered wetness and erection. When he was poised to enter her, Ordo hesitated. “You’re so tiny?” he questioned looking down at her. She was over a third of a meter smaller than him, and she looked so fragile.

“You won’t hurt me, Ordo.” Ki’tia replied. “I know you won’t.”

His lovemaking was powerful, and Ki’tia matched him. Their passion built upon itself over and over. It rose again and again until the finish was more than Ordo had ever experienced. After, he laid next to Ki’tia and held her close to him. Ki’tia knew what had just happened for what it was. It was the rapture. A gift of the A’nir between loving mates. She had only experienced it one other time. When Thrawn had made love to her on Munin, after he had learned to love her. She never experienced the rapture during her marriage. Love was never a part of her marriage to Kad. But then, was it love between she and Ordo?

“Did I hurt you, my love?” Ordo kissed her lightly.

“Oh no,” she replied with a smile. “It was wonderful. Really wonderful.”

“It was something special, wasn’t it?” Ordo looked at Ki’tia. “Did you cause all that? Was that an A’nir thing?”

“I didn’t cause it.” Ki’tia answered. “But, it was part of the A’nir. That was the rapture, and it only happens under very special circumstances.”

“Will it happen to us again?” Ordo grinned and raised his eyebrows.

“I believe so,” Ki’tia replied. “I certainly hope so.”

“So do I,” Ordo took Ki’tia into his arms and kissed her. “So do I, cyar’ika.”

Ordo returned to his own suite during the night. He met Ki’tia for breakfast the next morning. “I should be finished with the kidnapped children later today,” Ki’tia told Ordo over breakfast. “Then a little bit of final wrap up with the Ministry tomorrow morning. There is the official reception for us tomorrow evening, and we are done on Coruscant. We can leave the morning after the reception, if you have a ship.”

“I’ll purchase the starship today,” Ordo told her. “I want to take it out for a test flight, but I should be back on Triple Zero in time for an early dinner.”

“That sounds fine,” she smiled, and then blushed, thinking what they could do after dinner.

“You really don’t have a face for covert ops,” he teased her.

“No, I don’t,” she replied and blushed even more. Ordo laughed.

“What am I going to do with you?” He laughed again.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Ki’tia raised her eyebrows and grinned. Now even Ordo blushed, just slightly.

At the Ministry later that day, Chief of State, Leia Organa Solo came to see Ki’tia. “I thought we could have lunch, and talk,” Leia said to Ki’tia.

“That would be very nice,” Ki’tia responded. “I am just about finished here. I’m sure I can complete the remaining files after lunch.”

They went to a private dining room in one of the New Republic office buildings. “I promise you nothing we say in this room is being recorded, nor can it be overheard by anyone other than ourselves,” Leia said as they were sitting down.

“Thank you,” Ki’tia responded. “I realize we’re being quite secretive.”

“I think I understand your reasons,” Leia replied. “I’m not sure if I should tell you, but I put forth a resolution to have the clones recognized as full citizen. I thought it would easily sail through the Senate.” Leia wrung her hands. “To my surprise there is quite a bit of opposition.”

“My brothers talk about how during the Clone Wars people saw them as droids, not men,” Ki’tia explained. “Citizens were often surprised when a clone soldier removed his helmet, and they saw a human face inside.” Ki’tia took a drink of juice. “Did you know, when a clone soldier fell during battle, if he died they left his body on the field? For many who were very badly wounded and would have required extensive medical treatment, or long term care, they were euthanized, and their bodies disposed of.”

“No, I didn’t know these things,” Leia shook her head. “It’s no wonder your family does not trust the galaxy’s governments.”

“The Kaminoans designed the clones to be highly intelligent, loyal, fighting men,” Ki’tia continued. “The operative word being men. Yet they were never give even the barest of rights of men in the societies they were fighting for. I’m not allowed to tell you how many clones managed to escape to freedom. It’s not as many as Kal would have liked, but it is an impressive number. We’ve, also, collected the offspring of clones from around the galaxy. They are men, after all, and as they spent more time with the local populations, well, children resulted. We have offered those children, and their mothers, safe homes and loving families.”

“You took a great risk, coming here to help the kidnapped children,” Leia noted. “Why did you do it?

“Children are of great importance to us, as they are to all Mandalorians,” Ki’tia explained. “And, yes, I did put my family at great risk. Perhaps it was the Force guiding me to this, I’m not sure, but I do sense good results in the end.”

“I sense that, also,” Leia smiled, “and, perhaps a new friendship.”

“That would be lovely,” Ki’tia returned her smile.

“Would you like to go shopping after lunch?” Leia asked. “I know a great place where you could get something to wear to the reception.”

“I still have a few thing to finish up at the Ministry,” Ki’tia said. “I’m just going to wear the tunic and jacket I wore to your dinner party, to the reception. We lead very simple lives. I don’t need more fancy outfits for our home world. But, thank you for the offer.”

“As you wish,” Leia nodded. “I grew up as a princess in the Alderaan Royal Family. I’ve never know a simple life, but I do take pleasure in moments of simplicity.”

“I felt the terrible cleaving of the Force when Alderaan was destroyed,” Ki’tia remembered. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you for your concern,” Leia replied. “It was a dark time in our galaxy. The evil of the Emperor caused much death and destruction. He consumed the lives of many beings as implements for his malevolent plots, then cast them aside when they were no longer useful. The clones and my father included.” She shook her head to come away from the dark thoughts. “In the end, it was my father who killed the Emperor. He saved Luke and came back from the Dark side.”

“That is good to know,” Ki’tia said, “that the Light of the Force can redeem those who have fallen to the Dark.”

“You said you cannot touch any aspect of the Dark side of the Force? What happens to you if you do?” Leia asked.

“If it is only a slight touch of the Dark side,” Ki’tia clarified, “I would most likely lose my Force abilities. A stronger access of the Dark side would kill me.”

“Kill you!” Leia exclaimed.

“Over the millennia,” Ki’tia explained, “when A’nir children were taken from their homes by the Jedi who recognize their Force abilities, they often died at the Temple when tasked to use the Force in ways that accessed the Dark side. If they survived, they failed to become Jedi and were sent away to more menial lives. This is why A’nir exist only on remote worlds.”

They continued chatting through lunch, then Leia returned Ki’tia to the Ministry. Ki’tia completed the reports on the kidnapped children. Ordo picked her up at the Ministry entrance in the rented speeder.

Ordo and Ki’tia dinned that evening at a small restaurant near the government district. “Tell me about the ship you bought,” Ki’tia asked. She could sense Ordo was excited about his purchase. What was it with men and starships? Starships and blasters! They could talk about them for hours.

“She’s beautiful,” Ordo grinned. “I’ve named her Bev’ika, because of her long pointed nosecone. Bev is the Mando’a word for spike. She is a Nubian R-Type 733 Yacht. Headon – 7 sublight engines. A 2.4 class hyperdrive with a Nubian 733 core and a T-19 hyperdrive generator.” Ki’tia could tell Ordo was impressed with those numbers, but they didn’t mean a thing to her. “She’s finished in black. They only allow the chromium finish on the ships for the Naboo Royals, but she has the extra shields normally only installed on vessels for the royal court. Right now there’s only one turbolaser each front and rear, but we can modify that.”

“How many people will Bev’ika carry?” Ki’tia asked. “Is she comfortable?”

“These ships were designed for royals,” he smiled. “There are two elegant staterooms, two slightly smaller guest quarters, and eight crew quarters that are each bigger than anything on Aay’han. There is a full galley and medbay, and the lower level is maintenance and holding space.”

“She must have cost a small fortune!” Ki’tia exclaimed.

“The ship’s worth it,” Ordo replied. He reached over and gently took Ki’tia’s hand in his. “So are you, cyar’ika. I thought we might consider Bev’ika a wedding present.”

Ki’tia smiled and blushed. “Mandalorians don’t give wedding presents.” She looked down at their hands.

“I love you, Ki’tia,” Ordo was suddenly serious. “Will you marry me? I realize I’m older…”

“Shhh,” she put a finger to his lips. “Yes, Ordo. I’ll marry you.” She smiled and gazed into his eyes. “I do love you so.”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. Ordo paid the check and they left the restaurant, still holding hands.

They returned to Ki’tia’s suite and Ordo swept the rooms for listening devices. Again, there were none. Their lovemaking was slower and tenderer than the previous night. Ki’tia and Ordo shared the joy of exploring each other’s body, learning ways to tease and please. As they reached the culmination of their passion, once again the A’nir brought them to the rapture.

Afterwards, Ordo was holding Ki’tia next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. “My love,” he kissed her tenderly, “it delights me you are to be mine forever, but I don’t understand how any man could ever leave you. I don’t even want to go back to my room for the rest of the night.”

“It is the love we share,” Ki’tia explained. “There was never love in my marriage to Kad, and Thrawn did not love me until I left him. The Chiss don’t often feel strong emotions.”

“Kad was a fool,” Ordo said.

“No, Ordo,” she disagreed. “Kad wanted to make Darman and Kal happy by having children. We did that, but the Force was always pulling him in a different direction. He could not love me.”

“I’ve loved you for so long,” Ordo admitted. Ki’tia looked at him, puzzled. “I think I started falling in love with you when you stood toe to toe with me on Aay’han, arguing over your armor on your first mission.” He chuckled. “No woman had ever stood up to me before. Not even Besany, and she was my height. There you were, your head not even reaching my shoulders, and you were ready to stand me down.”

“And Darman pulled me away from you,” Ki’tia remembered. “I think he thought you were going to kill me, right then.” She laughed.

“I didn’t know what to do with you,” Ordo shook his head. “You’ve caused that feeling a number of times.” He took her into his arms and kissed her. “Luckily, now, I know exactly what to do with you!” He smiled a wicked smile and lifted his eyebrows at her.

“Oh you do, do you?” Ki’tia grinned. Ordo grabbed her playfully. They made love, again, with the same glorious results.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Late that night the chime for Ki’tia’s door sounded. Ki’tia put on a robe and went to answer the door.

“Wait!” Ordo commanded. He quickly pulled on his pants and grabbed the small blaster he carried under his tunic. He stood off to the side of the door. The chime sounded again and again, impatiently. Ki’tia turned on a light and Ordo indicated she should answer the door.

She opened the door. “Mereel!” she exclaimed.

Mereel burst into her room. “What took you so long?” he demanded, storming in and dropping a duffle bag on the floor. “Do you know what time it is? I’ve been out in that hall for five minutes. Do you know where Ordo is? I checked in his room and his bed hasn’t been slept in? I’m worried. Has there been any trouble?” Mereel started looking around the room.

Ki’tia buried her face in her hands. Just as Mereel turned in Ordo’s direction, Ordo said, “Everything’s fine ner vod. What are you doing here?”

Mereel’s mouth dropped open. Ordo was bare chested and bare footed. “What am I doing here?” Mereel repeated. “What are you doing in Ki’tia’s room in the middle of the night?” He looked at Ki’tia. Ordo suddenly slammed Mereel against the wall.

“That is none of your business!” Ordo’s anger flared. He had his fist raised and was about to strike Mereel in the face.

“Ordo, stop. Please!” Ki’tia pleaded. Ordo stopped the punch, but continued to hold Mereel against the wall. “Let’s calm down and talk.” Ordo continued to press Mereel into the wall, a dangerous look in his eyes. “Ordo, please,” Ki’tia pleaded, again, but softly. Ordo released Mereel. “Come in and sit down, Mereel,” Ki’tia indicated a small sofa and some chairs in the living area. “Why are you on Coruscant now?” she asked. “We are leaving the day after tomorrow.”

Mereel sat on one of the chairs. Ki’tia and Ordo sat on the sofa. Ordo took her hand in his. Mereel frowned. “I came to see the starship my brother spent so many credits on,” Mereel answered. “It had better be worth it, ner vod.”

“Since when do you question my decisions, ner vod,” Ordo scowled.

“It wasn’t just me,” Mereel replied. “All the brothers wondered at that size of an expenditure.”

“It’s a good ship,” Ordo commented. “I’ll show you in the morning.”

“I wonder where your head has been since you came to Coruscant,” Mereel sneered. He made a hand gesture indicating the relationship between Ordo and Ki’tia. “What exactly is going on here?”

Ordo started to rise in anger and Ki’tia put a hand on his arm. He took a deep breath. “Ki’tia and I are in love,” Ordo said calmly. “We are going to be married when we return home.” Mereel stared at the two of them. He was silent.

“Mereel,” Ki’tia tried to explain, “Ordo and I are adults. Neither of us have other commitments. What we are doing is not wrong? We fell in love. What we have together is wonderful, for both of us. Don’t we deserve love and happiness?”

Mereel continued to watch them. Ordo took Ki’tia’s hands in his. Ki’tia looked into his eyes. There were tears forming in hers. What would she do if the family didn’t approve? She could not come between the brothers. She could see love and something else in Ordo’s eyes. Was it anger, or fear?

Just then Mereel broke into a huge smile and jumped to his feet. “This is wonderful!” Mereel cheered. “Brother! You’re getting married!” He slapped Ordo on the back. “After Besany, we never thought you… well you know how you’ve been. Buir will be so happy! This is great!” Mereel kissed Ki’tia on the cheek. He turned to Ordo. “I’m going to go sleep in your room. I’ll see you two in the morning.” Mereel picked up his bag and went to the door. “Sleep well, or whatever you were doing!” He grinned and waved as he closed Ki’tia’s door.

“What just happened?” Ki’tia asked, staring blankly after Mereel.

“I’m not sure,” Ordo answered. “But I think he’s forgotten about how much I spent on Bev’ika.” He kissed Ki’tia. “Let’s go back to bed.”

For the reception Mereel purchased a black pants and dinner jacket similar to Ordo’s. It was interesting to watch the other guests try to recognize the difference between Ordo and Mereel. Ki’tia almost wished all six Null brother had been able to attend. It would have been fun to see the confusion that would have caused in polite society.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Luke whispered to Ki’tia.

“I didn’t feel you probe my mind,” Ki’tia said, “You must be very good at it.”

“I don’t need a mind probe,” Luke smiled. “I can see it on your face. You’re enjoying watching the confusion surrounding your brothers. You wish more of the clones were here. I did some research on the Null Arcs from the Clone Wars. There were six of them. They made quite an impact on the war effort, even providing the location for General Grievous to General Kenobi. Are they all still alive? Are they all like Mereel and Ordo?”

“There were twelve embryos, only six survived. All six are alive today, and they’re all very different individuals,” Ki’tia replied. “It is humorous to see people trying to be so correct, and not being able to tell them apart. Mereel is having a good time with it, too, I’m afraid. If all six of the Nulls were here it really would be an education.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes, but would Coruscant ever be the same, again!” Luke teased.

“Probably not,” Ki’tia laughed. Talon Karrde walked up to join them.

“It is so good to see the two of you getting along,” Karrde said. “At the dinner party I thought we might have to send you to separate corners.” He took Ki’tia’s hand and kissed it, then he tucked her arm through his. “Have you seen the balcony, Ki’tia? The lights of Coruscant are dazzling. You will excuse us, Master Jedi.” Luke bowed after them. Karrde walked Ki’tia out onto the balcony overlooking Manarai Mountains.

“Finally, I have you to myself,” Karrde smiled at her. “Since you’re fully grown now, and unattached, what would you say to coming back to the Wild Karrde and putting that couch to good use?” His head was bent toward her, looking, longingly into Ki’tia’s eyes.

Ordo reached out from behind Karrde and removed Ki’tia’s arm from his. “Ki’tia is not unattached,” Ordo took her arm in his own. “She is due to be married as soon as we return home.” He started walking away from the startled Karrde. Ordo turned to look back over his shoulder then added. “To me.”

He nodded at Karrde, who was still standing by the balcony, his mouth slight agape. Ordo turned and escorted Ki’tia back inside to the reception. “I will hear the story of that couch tonight,” he said so only she could hear, “then I will decide if I’m going to kill Talon Karrde.”

“Talon was a perfect gentleman,” Ki’tia assured Ordo. Then she whispered, “And you will not kill him.” She squeezed his arm and smiled up at him.

“Still standing toe to toe,” Ordo raised an eyebrow.

“Respectfully requesting, my love,” Ki’tia replied. Ordo returned her smiled and nodded.

Mereel found them as they entered the room. “Ki’tia, I have someone who would like to meet you.” He was walking beside an elderly man with long gray hair and a mustache.

“Miss Ki’tia,” he took her hand in his, “I’m Garm Bel Iblis, Commander of Coruscant Defense. I had the pleasure of knowing your Father, General Kenobi, quite well.” He smiled and looked deeply at her face. “I must say, you do have his eyes, and his smile. Very charming.”

“Thank you Commander Bel Iblis,” Ki’tia bowed slightly. “This is Ordo Skirata, Mereel’s brother, and my future husband.”

“Congratulation!” Bel Iblis said. “Please call me Garm. I understand from Mereel, you purchased an impressive ship while on Coruscant, and for quite a good price. We were looking at that vessel to add to the New Republic fleet, but you beat us to her. Well done, Master Skirata.”

“You may call me Ordo,” he replied, “Thank you, Garm. We will be making some additions to her arsenal, but overall the Nubian 733 is a fine vessel.”

Leia and Han Solo approached the group. “Are you talking about that Nubian Yacht that just sold?” Han asked. “Nice ship.”

Leia turned to Ki’tia, “They are going to be talking starships. Would you like me to rescue you?”

“Yes, please,” Ki’tia smiled.

“I’m going to steal Ki’tia away from you gentlemen,” Leia said. The men gave her slight bows and mummers of, “Of course.” “Yes ma’am.”

Leia led Ki’tia over to an older woman with very short hair. “Ki’tia this is Mon Mothma, the previous Chief of State, and leader of the former rebellion.”

“It is an honor to meet you,” Ki’tia said, inclining her head slightly.

“The honor is mine,” Mon Mothma bowed slightly. “Obi-Wan Kenobi was a good friend, a great hero, and a great man. It is a pleasure to meet his daughter.”

“I never knew my father in life,” Ki’tia stated. “It is interesting to hear you all speak of him so fondly.”

“I’m sure he would have been proud of you,” Mon Mothma said. She smiled at Ki’tia.

“Oh, he is,” Ki’tia returned her smile. Leia and Mon Mothma looked surprised. “I met Obi-Wan’s Force ghost several months ago. My Father assisted as I conveyed a clone who was mortally wounded into the Force to be with his Jedi wife who was killed during the Purge. My Father and I had a few moments together afterwards. It was very uplifting.”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Leia commented. “Helping a non-Force user into the Force after death. How was that possible?”

“You must remember the Force exists everywhere,” Ki’tia reminded her. “For Darman, it was a matter of boosting his Force energies, and giving him the love he needed to go where he wanted to be.” She smiled at Leia. “Love is the key to the A’nir and it may very well be the key to your new Jedi Order.” She bowed to the two women and returned to her family.

Luke, Leia and Han Solo met Ki’tia, Ordo and Mereel at the port in the morning to see them off. Mereel had taken a transport from Mandalore to Coruscant. He intended to return to Munin with Ordo and Ki’tia in the new starship. Han was going over some of the features of Bev’ika with Ordo and Mereel.

“Ki’tia, may the Force be with you,” Luke bowed his head slightly and smiled. “I have enjoyed our discussions, and I hope we will share more in the future.”

“May the Force be with you, Luke,” Ki’tia smiled. “I am truly pleased I had the opportunity to meet you. I’m sure the Force will bring our paths together again.”

“Is there any way we can contact you?” Leia asked. “When the Senate votes on the Clone Citizenship Act.”

“I’m afraid not,” Ki’tia replied. “Our home world must remain anonymous, and the decision to bring it into the open does not rest with me. We do monitor HNE broadcasts, and would notice a story placed there.”

“That might be a solution,” Leia agreed.

“I’m sorry we must be so vague,” Ki’tia apologized. “I hope you understand.”

“You are protecting your people,” Leia said. “I certainly understand. We will be here when you are ready to join the New Republic.”

“I hope that day will come,” Ki’tia agreed.

“Ki’tia,” Ordo called to her, “it’s time to go.” Ki’tia nodded to Luke and Leia, then she joined Ordo on the ramp to Bev’ika.

Ordo piloted Bev’ika and Mereel sat in the co-pilot seat. Ki’tia sat in the observation seat in the cockpit. “Are we going to Fresia to look at fighters?” Ki’tia asked.

“No,” Ordo replied, “we are going straight to Munin. We’ll take another trip to Fresia when we can take more people to fly X-wings home.”

“You don’t trust me to fly Bev’ika,” Ki’tia teased.

Ordo smiled at her. “I don’t trust you to land Bev’ika.” He and Mereel laughed.

“You told Mereel about my landing on Ord Mantell!” Ki’tia gasp. She folded her arms in front of her.

“Han Solo told me about your crashing on Ord Mantell,” Mereel corrected. “Actually, there was quite the discussion about it at the reception. I was warned not to let you fly our new ship by several in the room.” Ki’tia glared at them.

“I’m going back to look at the cabins,” she rose and left the cockpit.

“She’s going to be a handful, ner vod,” Mereel said to Ordo with a nod after Ki’tia.

“She already is,” Ordo grinned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ordo got up and added, “You take over, ner vod. I’m going to show her the Captain’s cabin.”

Ordo came up behind Ki’tia in the Bev’ika’s galley. He slipped his hands around her waist and kissed her on the neck. “Are you upset?” he asked.

“No,” she turned into his arms and kissed him. “How long will it take to reach Munin?”

“About seventeen hours,” Ordo answered. “Would you like to see the Captain’s cabin? It’s very nice. There’s a comfortable bed.” He nuzzled her neck.

“Sounds wonderful,” Ki’tia whispered. Ordo took her by the hand and led her to the cabin.

The Captain’s Cabin was elegant. The walls and furnishing were rich dark wood grains. There was a small sitting area with a comm station, a large bed, closet, refresher and a small efficiency galley.

“Wow!” exclaimed Ki’tia. “Are you sure this wasn’t the cabin for the royal aboard?”

“This ship wasn’t made for the Naboo royal court,” Ordo answered. “And, it’s our cabin now.” He started kissing her, helping her out of clothes. They had made love that morning, just a few hours before, but obviously Ordo was ready again.

Afterwards, they were lying in each other’s arms. “We have to tell Kal’buir and your children that we’re planning to marry,” Ordo said. “How do you think the children will react?”

“The kids will be fine,” Ki’tia assured him. “They want me to be happy, and they love you.”

“I’ve always thought they were afraid of me.” He looked a little disappointed.

“All the children are afraid of you,” she smiled at him. “You’re Ordo. You’re frightening.” She poked him playfully in the chest. “What about Kal? Will he be upset? I can’t help but think this is one more period of possible discord I’m bringing to his family. Are you sure we should do this?”

“Kal’buir loves us both,” Ordo responded. “He wants us both to be happy. When he realizes we love each other, he will be happy for us.” He squeezed her shoulders. “We may just have to convince him, a little.” Ki’tia could tell Ordo was worried. She was too. The only person who Ordo sought approval from was Kal. Kal was the only man who Ordo had ever taken orders from, since he was a small child and Kal saved the six Null brothers from termination by the Kaminoans. Kal meant more to Ordo than his own life. If Kal didn’t approve of their relationship… Ki’tia didn’t want to think how badly that would hurt, both of them.

Later, Ki’tia made lunch for them all in the main galley. They were sitting at one end of a large table that could easily hold a dozen people. Ki’tia had made soup and sandwiches. Ordo had stocked Bev’ika with the Nulls favorites, and there was cake for dessert. Ki’tia was drinking shig. Ordo and Mereel were drinking fruit juice.

“Who’s going to fly the fighters?” Mereel asked. “Just the Nulls, or are we going to include Omega and Delta Squads, too?”

“Why don’t you get enough X-wings that you can start training the older children to fly?” Ki’tia suggested. “It would be nice if we had a combat training facility for them on Munin, too. The mothers don’t like sending them off to Kyrimorut.” Ordo and Mereel stared at her. They looked at each other, then back at Ki’tia. “What, am I not supposed to talk about combat stuff?” she asked.

“No, those are really good ideas,” Mereel said. He turned to Ordo. “We’ve got enough kids in their late teens and early twenties, we could have a couple of decent squadrons.” Ordo had a distant look in his eyes and was rubbing his chin slowly.

“We’re also going to need a maintenance facility for the X-wings.” Ordo smiled at Ki’tia. “Great ideas, Ki’tia.” He slapped Mereel on the back. “We’ve got some planning to do with the brothers when we get home. This is going to be fun!” Ki’tia wondered if they would forget about the wedding, at least for a while. That would give them time to explain things gradually to Kal.

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