Obi-Wan’s Daughter is a fan fiction novel by AKwxlady. It is the original story of Ki’tia, an A’nir Force user and the daughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her life is transformed through interaction with Grand Admiral Thrawn, a character from Timothy Zahn, and Kal Skirata and his clone family, from The Republic Commando series by Karen Traviss. This novel was released onto the Star Wars Fanon wikia on September 1, 2015. This re-release was issued on September 17, 2015. The major changes include more background information for readers who have not read the works by Zahn and Traviss, and adapting the novel to better comply with the Star Wars Fanon style guidelines.
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“Good morning, Ki’tia,” Thrawn smiled. “Please come in.” He motioned for her to come into the center of the room, where he met her. “Trooper, would you remain by the door, inside the room.” The trooper took up a guard position at the door. Thrawn reached out to Ki’tia. “May I?” He made to move her hair away from her neck where the knife cut had been. Ki’tia nodded and Thrawn brushed her hair away with the back of his hand. There was no sign on her neck that there had been any cut at all. “Impressive. Can you heal others as well as yourself?”
“It is easier for me to heal someone else,” she answered, looking into his eyes. “When I need to heal myself, I am already weakened by the injury. When I heal another, I have more strength to give to the healing process.”
Thrawn gazed at her for a moment then nodded. He walked to the side of the room and picked up a small towel. He then removed his white officers’ tunic and laid it across a chair. He was wearing a short sleeved, form-fitting black shirt. “Vaantaar, bring me your knife.” The Troukree obeyed. Thrawn walked over to Ki’tia with the towel and the knife. Ki’tia flinched at the site of the knife. “I’m not going to hurt you with this,” he reassured her holding out the weapon. Ki’tia, again, looked into his glowing red eyes, and nodded. “Could you heal me?” Thrawn asked her.
“Of course,” Ki’tia answered.
Thrawn quickly drew the exceptionally sharp Troukree knife along his forearm, making a cut about 10 centimeters long and deep enough to start blood immediately flowing from the wound. The bright red blood contrasting vividly with the blue skin of his arm. Thrawn inhaled sharply at the pain. Vaantaar grabbed the knife from Thrawn’s hand. The trooper started to rush toward them. “Hold!” Thrawn commanded. The trooper stopped. Thrawn moved the towel under his arm to catch the blood flowing from the wound. Ki’tia looked at the scene in confusion and horror. “Well, Ki’tia,” he said as if to get her attention. “I would appreciate it if you would stop this bleeding.” Ki’tia had never seen anyone deliberately injure himself, she was stunned. “Ki’tia!” Thrawn said her name louder.
Ki’tia took a deep breath and centered herself in the Force. She reached out and covered the cut on Thrawn’s arm with her hand. Thrawn watched her face. She closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed and Thrawn noticed his breathing slowed to match hers. Then he felt a warm, tingling sensation in his arm. She moved her hand slowly along the cut. He knew the blood was no longer flowing. Ki’tia bent her head over his arm, lifted her hand and blew lightly over the wound. Her breath felt cool. There was no longer any pain. It could not have been more than three or four minutes and she took her hands away from his arm. The only evidence that he had cut himself was a thin white line. She looked up at him.
“That will be gone within the hour,” she said. “There will not be a scar.”
Thrawn walked to the refresher in the back of the room and cleaned the blood off his arm. He returned and put on his uniform tunic. “That was impressive,” he said to her. “Won’t you come sit with me? I have some refreshments for us.” He put his hand on her back and guided her toward the sofa. The tray of caf and breakfast squares had been moved over to a low table in front of the sofa.
Ki’tia sat on the sofa. “Why did you do that?” she asked, puzzled. “How could you deliberately cut yourself?”
Thrawn looked at her. He turned his head slightly and tightened his lips. “I had to test your abilities,” he answered. “I could not subjectively cut an innocent person, now could I? This way, the test was just between you and me. If you had failed, I would have been the only one injured. Simple.” He raised a blue-black eyebrow and his red eyes glowed.
“Well, at least you didn’t deliberately break your arm,” she looked at him shaking her head.
“No,” he smiled. “Even I have my limits.”
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Behind the scenes
Introduction and Thanks
By way of introduction to this novel, it occurred to me that if there existed one group of Force users who relied on the Dark side of the Force, there must be a balancing group who relied on the Light. The Jedi used both the Light and the Dark. The Sith used the Dark, so there must have been a balance for the Sith. A group of Force users who relied on only the Light side of the Force. So I offer to you the A’nir. A group of Force users who touched only the Light side of the Force. Obi-Wan’s Daughter tells the story of who they were and why they were mostly unknown across the galaxy.
I wanted to have fun with some of the characters from my favorite Star Wars Novels, mainly from the Republic Commando series by Karen Traviss, and Grand Admiral Thrawn from Timothy Zahn’s novels, although there are characters from other books, also. Karen Traviss and Timothy Zahn are two of my favorite authors. Thank you, both, for so many hours of enjoyable reading. I apologize to Traviss and Zahn if I have taken any untoward liberties.
Because this is my first venture into writing for fun I would like to include a few expressions of appreciation. Thanks most of all to my husband, D, for encouragement and more love than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the Light of my life and my reason for living. It’s been a tough few years and you’ve stuck by me. I know you’ll be there through the rest, whatever it may be. </p>
Even though they are long gone from this world, I wish to thank two high school teachers, Sister Margaret Mary, and Sister Lillian. Two wonderful ladies who took a girl from a world of math and science and showed her that words and sentences could be as elegant as equations and proofs. I really did enjoy diagraming sentences.
Thanks, of course, to George Lucas. Where would we all be without him? The original Star Wars movie was my first date, shortly after my sixteenth birthday. I will never forget “S” trying to hold my hand through that movie, he was a gentleman, and still is a very fine man. We saw Star Wars almost every weekend the rest of that summer, probably eleven or twelve times, movie tickets were much cheaper back then. By the end of the summer we knew all the lines. To those of you who are younger and joined Star Wars later, you don’t know what it was like. That movie changed the way we looked at movies. It changed the way we looked at the universe. I was already a science geek. Star Wars turned me into a movie fan, and a dreamer.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….