AKwxlady Obi Wans Daughter Part four Chapter one

Munin was a planet in an uncharted solar system, and the people living there worked very hard to keep it that way. The majority of the population owed their allegiance to Clan Skirata and the patriarch, Kal Skirata, a 96 year old human Mandalorian warrior. Kal’s life was changed approximately 46 years prior when he agreed to become Cuy’val Dar, ‘Those Who No Longer Exist’ and leave his previous life to live on another uncharted planet, Kamino, to train an army of clone commandos and troopers for the Republic. The men Kal and the other Cuy’val Dar trained eventually fought, and many died, in the Clone Wars against the Separatists. During the Wars Kal realized there was no out for the men he trained, who he saw as his sons. He was determined to build a place where his ‘boys’ could have lives like the men they were, not the cannon fodder the galaxy saw them as.

Several other Cuy’val Dar resided on Munin, these included Walon Vau, and, Mij Gilamar, who was the chief medical officer of the planet. Many of the clones they trained who survived the Clone Wars and their families lived on this planet, or on Mandalore. Other Cuy’val Dar knew of Munin because men they trained lived here, and they were welcome visitors. Of these Rav Bralor was the most frequent visitor, her daughter, Parja living on Munin with her clone husband, Fi. In total there were nearly five thousand clones and their families living on Munin.

Kal’s home, the yaim in Mandalorian, was the Lake House, situated in the mountains. It was a sprawling complex that housed between 35 to 45 people, clones, their wives and children. The yaim was built around a central karyai, or living room, with a large round fireplace in the middle that almost always had a fire burning. Hallways lined with individual rooms or leading to family suites extended off the karyai like spokes. There was a restaurant sized kitchen and a medcenter. The door from the kitchen opened to a garden with a greenhouse for winter vegetables. The path beyond the garden extended to the lake and the local landing area and hangars. On the opposite side were the small animal pens and shelters, for roba and nuna.

The clones being all male, the women of Clan Skirata were the real gems. They were the life blood, the souls of the clan, the mothers of the many children, and right now Kal was very worried about one of them, Ki’tia.

Eleven years ago Kal had adopted Ki’tia in the Mando’a way, in order to save her life. Until two days ago she was also married to the son of clone, not just any clone, the first clone to have a child with his Jedi General during the Clone Wars, Darman. But, Ki’tia was much more than just Kal’s daughter, she was also a strong Force user. Not a Jedi, but rather an A’nir, a user of only the Light side of the Force, and a powerful healer. Two days ago Darman was mortally wounded on a mission to protect the clan. His dying request was to be reunited with the mother of his son, his wife the Jedi Etain Tur-Mukan, in the Force. Etain had been killed, as Darman watched, the night of the Jedi Purge, Order 66. Ki’tia transported the deceased Darman’s solid body into his luminous Force ghost form to join with the Force ghost of Etain, as an amazed Clan Skirata watched. She accomplished this with assistance from the Force ghost of her father, who she had never met, the great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. The morning after this wondrous feat, her husband divorced her. He said he did not love her and his life was elsewhere. Kal was not concerned for the three children, two from this marriage, and one from a previous attachment. There were many in Clan Skirata who loved Ki’tia’s children. They would be well cared for. Kal was concerned for Ki’tia.

“Where is she, son?” Kal asked Ordo, one of his clone sons.

“Still walking along the lake,” Ordo handed his father the macrobinoculars and pointed across the lake. They were standing in the yard of the Lake House. “Do you want me to bring her in?” Ordo watched his Buir watching the woman. He didn’t like seeing Kal’buir worry, but everyone was worrying about Ki’tia today. She’d asked Laseema to watch her children before breakfast and gone out to the lake. She’s been walking the lake edge all day. It was after dinner and night was falling.

“If she is not back by nightfall, we’ll go get her,” Kal decided. “I don’t want her out after dark.” Ordo nodded and started planning how he was going to bring in an unwilling Force user. Maybe she would come willingly for Kal’buir.

“Let’s go in and give her a chance to come in on her own,” Ordo suggested.

“Good idea,” Kal reached up and patted Ordo on the shoulder. They went into the house and sat on the sofa that curved around the fire in the karyai. About twenty minutes later, just as Ordo was thinking it was time to go for the woman, Ki’tia walked in the room and started warming her hands at the fire.

“Ki’tia, did you get something to eat, daughter?” Kal asked.

“I’m not very hungry, Kal,” she answered.

“You need to eat,” Kal countered. “You’ve been outside at the lake all day. I know where there is some uj cake.” He smiled with the temptation of a sweet treat.

Ki’tia just stared at him for a moment. Then she announced, “I’m leaving Munin. I’m taking Jorj to meet his family on Csilla. There should be enough credits in my account to purchase a starship that can take the four of us comfortably. The other children will enjoy the adventure. I’d like to leave as soon as possible, if Mereel could arrange for the ship.” Ordo’s mouth fell open slightly at her announcement. Kal’s lips pressed together tightly.

“No,” Kal said firmly. Ordo looked at his father, started by the firmness of his voice.

“Yes, Kal,” Ki’tia argued. “I am leaving.”

Kal stood up. “No you are not,” he said coolly. “Sit down Ki’tia.” He took her arm and forced her to sit on the sofa. He was standing over her. “You are not taking my grandchildren and flying off alone through the Unknown Regions and into Chiss Space. You are not a qualified pilot for that long of a journey. You are not capable of handling an emergency with a ship. You do not know what type of reception you will get when you reach Csilla. Not to mention, you still have a Terminate on Site order issued for you by the Empire, and while they are no longer in control of the galaxy, Imperial ships are still out there.” His voice was hard. “No, you are not leaving Munin.” Ki’tia looked stunned, so did Ordo.

“Kal, I…” Ki’tia started to argue.

“No, Ki’tia!” Kal interrupted her, he was close to yelling at her. “If you were one of the Nulls I’d smack you in the head, or kick you in your shebs, but I can’t do that to a woman!” Kal took a deep breath to calm down a bit. “You are one of the strongest women I have ever known. You’ve survived much more than this, and you can survive this, too. Now pull yourself together and get through it! I know you can.” Ordo was staring at his father in disbelief. He knew Kal’buir could be tough when necessary, but everyone else was trying to be kind to Ki’tia, since Kad divorced her. Kal’s eyes were hard.

The start of a smile formed on Ki’tia’s lips. “May I still have the uj cake?” The smile broke across Ki’tia’s face and was joined by a like one on Kal’s.

“Yes, you may,” Kal answered politely. Ki’tia jumped up and through her arms around him.

“I’ll get the cake!” Ordo rushed off toward the kitchen. At times he didn’t understand women.

“I love you, Kal’buir,” Ki’tia said. “You’re a great father. Thanks for the kick in the shebs.”

“I’m very proud of you, ad’ika,” Kal looked into her eyes. “I do love you, daughter. I want you to be happy. The next time you find someone to be with, you find him for you, and not anybody else, or we’ll be talking shebs again.” There was a twinkle in his eyes that might just have been a tear. Ki’tia nodded.

“I promise, Buir. I promise.”

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