AKwxlady Obi Wans Daughter Part four Chapter six

By the time the additional fourteen T65XJ- X-wing Starfighters were purchased and flown to Munin the new landing field and maintenance building/hangar were compete at the clearing by the lake. The training center was nearing completion closer to the Lake House. Other changes were taking place. Delta Squad: Fixer, Boss, Sev and Scorch; and their wives had moved up to the Lake House to be part of the training center and X-wing squadrons. Several of the older children of Omega moved to the area around the Beach House.

It had been the norm for many years for the clone children in their twenties to spend some time at Kyrimorut on Mandalore to find good Mando’ad spouses, on Mandalore or on nearby planets. Those that could be trusted with the secret, were brought back to Munin. As a result, many small cities were building up along the Munin ocean front and farming regions. Dr. Qail Uthan was now keeping genealogical records of clone grandchildren at the Munin Medical Center. Several of the clone children had also quietly married into families on New Republic worlds, choosing to live non-Mando lives. Dr. Uthan was diligently keeping track of the spread of Jango Fett’s genes across the galaxy.

The T65XJ- X-wing Starfighters were divided into two squadrons of nine each, with two fighters held in reserve. The squadrons were Tango and Genet. Each was led by a Null and contained a mix of Nulls, Omega, Delta, and their children, once they were old enough and trained. Ordo wanted the existence of the squadrons to remain as much of a secret as Munin, so the fighters offered assistance to ships in trouble in a wide area from around Munin to the Mandalore sector. Never reveling who they were when they came to someone’s rescue.

So time passed on Munin. About two years after Ordo and Ki’tia married, Kal was waiting outside his suite when Ki’tia came out of hers one afternoon.

“Ki’tia,” Kal stopped her, “might I have a word with you?” He looked a little anxious.

“Of course, Kal’buir,” Ki’tia replied, “Are you feeling well?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” he put a hand on her back and guided her into his suite.

Kal showed Ki’tia to a curved sofa in front of fire. His suite was very much like Ordo’s but smaller. They sat down. Kal was obviously nervous.

“Buir, is something wrong? You seem distressed,” she took his hand.

“No, but I have a favor to ask of you,” he squeezed her hand. “Something only you can do, or at least try to do.”

“Kal, I’ll do anything I can for you. You know that.” She tried to look into his eyes but he was avoiding hers.

“Next year I’m going to be one hundred years old,” he said flatly.

“Yes, and you’ve said you don’t want a party. Have you changed your mind?” She asked?

He glanced at her. “No, no. Nothing like that.” Kal patted her hand and smiled. “I’m too old for parties and nonsense.” He let out a sigh and looked her in the face. “Ki’tia, I want you to have Ordo’s baby. Or at least use your A’nir powers to try.”

Ki’tia took a deep breath. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but there were somethings she could not heal. “Kal, I was told the Nulls are sterile,” she said softly. “I doubt there is anything I can do that would heal a genetic sterility.” Kal released her hand and clasp his together. He furrowed his brow as if in concentration.

“Mij could probably explain this better, being the doctor,” Kal began. “The Nulls aren’t technically sterile. It’s the women that have the problem.” Ki’tia looked confused. “Well, not really the women, but the Nulls are too fertile. They overpower a woman’s system and it destroys the egg. Do you understand?” He looked at her hopefully.

“I think so,” Ki’tia replied slowly, “and it would explain some sensations I’ve noticed.”

“So you have felt something!” Kal was excited. “Do you think you could help the process with the Force? Stop the egg from being destroyed. Protect it after conception.”

“I’d need to speak with Mij to better understand what the problem is,” Ki’tia explained. “And we should asked Ordo if he even wants me to try, Kal. There is no guarantee I can make a pregnancy happen. Would he want to go through that turmoil?”

The way Mij explained it to Ki’tia the Nulls’ sperm was so strong that even after one had fertilized an ovum the rest continued to attack, causing its destruction. He had offered to artificially conceive children for the Nulls and then implant them in their wives to grow as a normal pregnancy, but the men felt that was too much like the cloning they were made from, and unilaterally declined.

When Ki’tia approached Ordo with Kal’s request, he was adamant that they have the blessings of his other Null brothers if they were to be the only ones to conceive a child. And, so Prudii with his wife Vaaren, Kom’rk with his wife Mari, A’den with his with Tez, Mereel, Dr. Mij Gilamar, Dr. Quil Uthan, Kal’buir, Walon, Ordo and Ki’tia had gathered in Ordo’s office. Everyone was looking expectantly at Ordo and Ki’tia.

“Kal’buir,” Ki’tia started, “this is your idea. Why don’t you explain it? At least your request.”

Kal smiled at each of the other three wives. “You know I love you three like daughters,” he took Tez’s hand, “and how sorry I was when you were denied children of your own.”

“Papa Kal,” Tez squeezed his hand, “that was a long time ago. We love our adopted children.” He kissed her on the cheek.

“I know you do Tez. You’re all excellent mothers.” He looked at Ki’tia. This was hard for him. Ki’tia could feel his discomfort through the Force. She smiled at him and nodded.

“Kal’buir has asked if I could use the Force to overcome the problem the Nulls cause with conception,” Ki’tia said for him.

“Is that possible?” Mari asked.

“Are you going to try?” Vaaren jumped up and ran to Ki’tia. “You have to try!”

“Oh, Ki’tia,” Tez smiled, “that would be just wonderful.”

“I’m not sure it will be possible,” Ki’tia replied, “and it is not something I could do for anyone other than myself. We wanted your blessings before we tried something that wasn’t going to be an option for the rest of you.” Tez and Mari joined Vaaren around Ki’tia. Mari kissed her on the cheek.

“You do whatever you can to bring a child into this family and we will all be happy,” Mari said. Tez and Vaaren nodded agreement.

The Nulls had been watching the women in stunned silence.

“Congratulations, ner vod!” Mereel slapped Ordo on the back. “It sounds like you’re going to be busy trying to make a baby!” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Let me know if you need any pointers.” Ordo pushed him away. Ki’tia blushed. The other Nulls were giving Ordo their more subdued support.

“Ki’tia you know what you are up against,” Mij interrupted. “I’ll leave a medscanner with you, but you’ll likely know when you conceive before it does.” He looked around the room. “Now listen up all of you.” They all stopped talking. “Ki’tia and I have discussed this and it isn’t going to be easy, even for her. She may not be successful the first try, so be supportive. To both of them.” He glared at Mereel. The faces in the room were suddenly serious. Ki’tia’s most of all.

The first month Ki’tia missed the event completely. The ovum was destroyed before Ki’tia realized what was happening inside her. Sadness showed on her and Ordo’s faces when they came to breakfast the next morning. No one said anything, but Ki’tia could feel the disappointment in the family.

The second month, Ki’tia conceived. She used the Force to protect the embryo for about five hours, then she fell asleep. When she awoke, it was gone. “How long will you have to protect it?” Ordo asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered, near tears. “Likely until implantation and that can take days.” Ordo held her.

The third month the family was tiptoeing around them like they would explode. Ordo was on edge and Ki’tia could hardly eat, she was so nervous. They didn’t conceive.

By the fourth month Ordo was ready to stop trying. “Please, Ordo,” Ki’tia was near tears, again. “I know I can do this. Let’s try one more time.” Ordo agreed.

When the medscanner showed Ki’tia was nearing her time to conceive, Ordo took her by the hand and started out of the house.

“Where are we going?” Ki’tia asked.

Ordo smiled and kissed her hand. “We need a change of scenery.” He took her to Bev’ika. They boarded the yacht and Ordo took off.

“Ordo, where are we going?” Ki’tia asked from the co-pilot’s seat.

“Into orbit,” he grinned, “and away from everyone else, for as long as it takes.”

“What are you talking about?” she looked at him confused.

“We’ve got enough food on board for three months,” Ordo kissed her. “If we can’t get pregnant by then, we’ll give up.”

“We’re just going to orbit Munin for three months?” Ki’tia asked.

“Unless there’s some place you’d like to go,” Ordo replied. “I’ll take you anywhere, as long as we’re alone.”

“Alone for three months,” she crawled into his lap. “That sounds wonderful.” She kissed him. He stood up with her in his arms.

“Let’s go take a nap,” he nuzzled her under her ear and she giggled. “Before it’s time to do other things.”

Ordo held her while Ki’tia slept. When she woke, he cooked for her. He made sure she meditated. He brewed her favorite shig. They watched Munin below them, blue and green and white, so beautiful.

On the third day they decided it was time to try. Ordo made love to Ki’tia slowly and tenderly. Then he held her. After a few minutes she looked up at him and smiled. “It’s happened.”

“Do you need me to do anything?” Ordo asked.

“Just keep holding me,” Ki’tia replied. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the life trying to begin within her.

“As long as it takes,” Ordo whispered. “Forever.” He kissed her hair. His arms wrapped around her, protectively.

Ki’tia wrapped the new life in the power of the Force and the love of the A’nir. She felt the bombardment of the rest of Ordo’s seeds, but they were not able to penetrate the power of her love. She gently nudged the new life toward her womb, slowly and carefully. The bombardment continued, powerfully insistent and unrelenting. Ki’tia resisted with all her power, with all her love. She felt Ordo’s arms around her and drew strength from his love. She nudged the new life a little further, and a little further. Time was passing, but she had no idea how much. The bombardment continued. She felt the cells she was holding. Two X chromosomes. A boy! She nudged him a little further toward her womb. Almost there, hold on, son. Ordo’s son. The bombardment continued. Ki’tia drew on the A’nir to give her strength. She felt Ordo kiss her hair. Why did he do that? He loved her. He loved them. He was her strength. Almost there. Another nudge and the small life was at her womb. As soon as he touched her body started forming cells to protect the new life. Ki’tia continued to protect him with the Force. Let him get a good start. Wait until he is safe. Time was passing. The new life in her was rapidly forming new cells, DNA building upon itself. He was strong and safe in her womb.

Ki’tia opened her eyes and looked into Ordo’s worried eyes. “It’s a boy, and he’s safe,” she said. Ordo broke into a huge smile and kissed her. “How long did it take?” she asked.

“About seven hours,” Ordo answered. He kissed her again.

“And you held me all that time?”

“I told you, forever.” He put his hand on her abdomen. “You’ve given me a son. I never thought I’d feel this joy.” There were tears in his eyes.

They stayed in orbit another day, just to make sure the pregnancy was doing well. When Bev’ika landed back at the Lake House, Kal was waiting at the hangar. Ordo and Ki’tia walked down the ship’s ramp arm in arm. “We’ve decided to name him Kal,” Ki’tia said to Kal. “After his Ba’buir.” Kal embraced them both in a hug, and kissed Ki’tia on the cheek.

“You did it!” he was crying. “I knew you could.” He patted her belly. Ordo beamed, he had never seen his Buir prouder.

It was a well-attended pregnancy. The whole Skirata clan was excited that the Lady Skirata was having a baby. Ordo was slightly overprotective during the pregnancy. Ki’tia had to keep reminding him she had done this before, and she would not break. A nursery was added onto their suite, just off the master bedroom.

Ordo slept with his hand covering Ki’tia’s abdomen, long before the baby had grown enough for him to feel. At first he monitored everything she ate, until Kal took him aside and reminded him it was not good to upset a pregnant woman. Ki’tia just smiled and let Ordo obsess, a little, about her and the baby. After all, he had waited a long time for this.

During the fourth month Ki’tia felt the first touch of the baby through the Force. Their minds touched, just a slight feeling of love. The sensations from the baby continued. In her sixth month she sensed knowledge of Ordo from the baby. As an unborn child, he was still strong enough in the Force to sense Ordo’s love. Her new son was going to be very strong in the Force, and she didn’t know how to explain that to her husband.

In mid-summer the following year, Kal turned 100, and his namesake was born. For the first time the father of her child was present for the delivery. Ordo cut the cord connecting his son to Ki’tia, then Mij handed the boy to Ordo. Ordo looked into the little face and knew everything they had gone through was worth it. Then he handed his son to the man who had saved his own life when Ordo was just a child, Kal’buir. Little Kal was the largest of Ki’tia’s babies, born with a full head of dark hair. It was difficult to know who was prouder, Ba’buir Kal, or Ordo. They were tears escaping both their eyes.

A month later, Ki’tia was in the nursery for the 2 AM feeding, sitting in the rocker. She had opened her nightdress, exposing her breast and Kal’ika was busily taking his meal. Ordo came quietly into the room.

“Will these middle of the night feedings go on for long?” Ordo asked. He gently stroked the hair on his son’s head.

“For a while,” Ki’tia answered. “He’s a big boy and growing fast. He needs the extra nourishment.”

“Are you making enough milk?” Ordo was suddenly concerned.

Ki’tia smiled up at him. “I seem to be,” she replied. “My body must know it’s feeding a very hungry growing boy!” Little Kal finished on that breast and Ki’tia gently moved him to the other side. He squawked and struggle, little fists raised in the air, then he found his target and set back to his meal. Ordo and Ki’tia both laughed. There was a glow in the room behind Ordo.

“That is a beautiful sight,” a male voice said from behind Ordo. Ordo turned around quickly, ready to attack the intruder. The luminous Force ghost of Obi-Wan Kenobi was standing in the nursery.

“Father!” Ki’tia exclaimed in a surprised whispered. “I didn’t call you. How are you here?”

“We don’t always need to be called,” Obi-Wan explained. “We can appear if it is necessary. That reminds me.” He extended his hand to one side and another luminous form started forming. In a moment it resolved into a woman, with long milk white hair.

“Mother!” Ki’tia cried. Ordo looked from the luminous woman to his wife. They were very similar in appearance.

“Easy darling,” the Force ghost of Kerawyn said. “You don’t want to disturb your little one.” She turned to Ordo, smiling. “Hello, Ordo Skirata. I am Kerawyn, Ki’tia’s mother. You are the man to bring the love of the A’nir to my daughter. I am very pleased to meet you.” Kerawyn bowed slightly.

Ordo put one arm around Ki’tia and the other hand on little Kal’s back. He warily watched the two Force ghosts who had appeared so suddenly in his home.

“He doesn’t say much, does he?” Kerawyn smiled.

“Why are you here?” Ordo commanded.

“Ordo,” Ki’tia spoke. “These are my parents. We should welcome them.”

“Kenobi said it was necessary they come,” Ordo stated coldly. “What is necessary? Why have you come to us?” He frowned at the two Force ghosts, and kept his arms around his wife and child.

Obi-Wan took Kerawyn’s hand in his and drew her near him, then he put his arm around her. The two luminous forms stood arm in arm. “We came to see our new grandson,” Obi-Wan explained, “and to show Ki’tia that we are, finally, together in this existence,” He bent and kissed Kerawyn. “And, able to share our love.” They smiled at each other. Obi-Wan turned back to Ordo and Ki’tia. “We also came to help Ki’tia explain something to you, about your new son.” Ordo glanced at Ki’tia, then back to the Jedi. “You see, Ordo, your new son, little Kal, is very strong in the Force, and Ki’tia was unsure how to tell you this.”

Ordo looked down at his wife and son. Ki’tia did not look at him. “So he is to be a Jedi?” Disappointment evident in Ordo’s voice.

“No, I do not believe so,” Obi-Wan replied. Ki’tia quickly looked up at him, surprised by his response. “Kal’s place will be here, with his family. I sense he will be a great leader of these people. You, daughter, must draw on what you know of the Force and the A’nir to guide your son to be a just and noble leader. Teach him when to use the Force, and most importantly, when not to.”

“Should we hide his Force abilities?” Ki’tia asked.

“That would not be wise,” Kerawyn answered. “They would likely burst forth at unexpected times. You should let your son live within the Force. Let it be a part of him, just as any other talent would be expressed.”

“Ordo,” Obi-Wan was suddenly stern. “You must overcome your prejudice against the Force. Jorj and Ki’tia have hidden from it for years.” Surprised showed on Ordo’s face. “But, for this son, you must learn to embrace the Force, if you are to truly love him. The Force is all around you, Ordo. You cannot deny it. You will not be able to suppress it in this child. If you do he will fall to the Dark side and you will be forced to kill him.” Obi-Wan pointed at Ordo.

“No!” Ki’tia gasp. Kal’ika was still nursing peacefully at her breast.

Tears filled Ordo’s eyes. “I love my son and my wife,” he said, “more than my own life. I love all of Ki’tia’s children and I accept them all for what they are, including their gifts of the Force. If I have shown less than that in the past, I apologize. To her, to them, and to both of you.” Ordo placed a hand on little Kal’s head. “I promise I accept this child for what he is, and will do whatever it takes to help him grow into the noble leader you say he will become.”

“You are a good man, Ordo Skirata,” Obi-Wan smiled. “I trust you to care for my daughter as I never could.” He looked at Ki’tia. “I hope you understand, Ki’tia. It was not due to a lack of love.”

“I understand, Father,” tears were falling from Ki’tia’s eyes, but they were tears of joy.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Ordo bowed his head. “You are welcome in our home, anytime.”

“Kerawyn and I will be with you always,” Obi-Wan replied, “in the Force.” They smiled and the two luminous forms faded away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Ki’tia whispered to Ordo. He knelt down in front of her.

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t,” he wrapped his arms around her and the baby.

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