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A Fate Ruled By Force	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Star Wars (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 6334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- The climax is anti-climactic. I hit a point in this story that just frustrated me to no end. So if you find the action not as action-packed as you might hope, my bad.

Obi-Wan shut the door and looked around the apartment before he let the handmaidens head into their quarters, leaving him alone with one solitary handmaiden. “Very smooth,” Padme smiled as she leaned up to kiss him, “I’m impressed.”
            “We can keep your survival a secret for some time. But first we have to smuggle you out to the Temple.”
            “You’re so crafty,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you.”
            “You need to change into the tunic I brought,” he handed it to her, “quickly so we can get you there.”
            “I never thought Jedi could be so sneaky,” she kissed him once more before walking to a closed off room with her handmaidens to change.
            “You should know by now we are,” he called after her.
            “Master, we are ready,” Nomi bowed to him.
            “Excellent,” he grinned. “The Chancellor?”
            “Doesn’t know a thing. Her appearance at the Senate will be an excellent surprise,” Nomi smiled at her master. She hadn’t realized just how intricate his plan was. But of course he was right. The best place for Padme Naberrié Amidala was at the Jedi Temple. And that was where they would keep her for the next few days. Nomi and Obi-Wan waited until dusk fell over Coruscant before they removed Padme from the apartment, Sabè alone joining them. Obi-Wan smuggled them into the Temple quickly, taking both women to his apartment. Nomi went to her room with Sabè to go over a schedule of the Jedi’s activities while Padme sat down on the couch, Obi-Wan shedding his cloak and joining her.
            “I’m glad we get to spend this time together,” she said, reaching for his hand.
            Obi-Wan pulled her into his arms, “So am I, my queen.”
            “I’m no longer queen, Obi-Wan.”
            “But you are my queen, Padme. You always have been.” Obi-Wan stood and poured himself a drink, “Do you want anything?”
            “I don’t suppose you have wine?”
            “I might,” he opened a few cupboards. “I often get gifts when I finish an assignment from the locals I helped.”
            “Can’t say I blame them. How many women have offered themselves to you?”
            “Quite a few,” he shrugged, finally finding the bottle of wine, “I turn them down.”
            Padme stood up and walked over to the cabinet, pulling down a wine glass as he opened the bottle, “I’ve been given offers as well, but no one would have ever interested me. I’ve been yours for a very long time. Far longer than most would think.”
            “Just as I have been yours,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her.
            “Oh Obi-Wan,” she moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching for his hair. He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him as he deepened the kiss, savoring the feel of her in his arms. “I love you,” she whispered.
            “And I you,” he responded, finally pulling away. “How about that drink now?”
            “Only if we continue this later,” her hand slid down his chest.
            “I promise we will,” he whispered.
            “Then I think we’re good,” she watched him pour her a glass of wine and then led him to the couch, where they sat down.

            Padme spent the next week at the Temple. She and Sabè looked like sisters, and they took advantage of that in their Jedi tunics, wandering around the Temple together. The Jedi masters were all aware of Obi-Wan’s plan, and they inconspicuously watched over Padme and Sabè. Obi-Wan was glad that they were helping him, because he needed to be free to appear as though he was grieving his loss. Which for the eyes of the Senate, he did. The Jedi would be watching to see whose reaction was not happy, but distressed, when Padme revealed herself at the swearing-in ceremony.
            Obi-Wan returned to his apartment the night of the ceremony to find Padme getting dressed. “Ready?”
            “Nearly,” she smiled up at him.
            He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, “I love you, Mrs. Kenobi.”
            “I love you too, Mr. Kenobi,” she grinned and kissed him. Their wedding had been small and private, just Mace, Sabè, Nomi, Jerex and Aayla and was officiated by Master Yoda. They had been married earlier in the week in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Padme had enjoyed the small ceremony. Obi-Wan had lit up when he saw her in the dress Sabè had smuggled from Naboo. “What do you hope to gain tonight?”
            “The identity of the Sith in the Senate,” Obi-Wan answered. “Someone wants you dead, Padme. And not just because you were the Queen of Naboo.”
            “Because I’m your wife?”
            “That’s a big part of it,” he caressed her cheek. “I have a price on my head as well,” he admitted. “But I will protect you, my love.”
            “I know you will,” she smiled and leaned up to kiss him again, deeper this time. “You’ll be safe, right? Because I’m never letting you go, Obi-Wan.”
            “I know you won’t,” he returned the kiss, “I’ll be fine. I have a plan, and it will work. I’m nothing if not a good strategist. Now,” he said, changing the subject, “finish getting ready. I must change as well. I’m all sweaty.”
            “I like you all sweaty,” she gently teased, returning her attentions to the mirror.
            “Usually you’re involved in getting me sweaty,” he chuckled, a smile shining in his eyes. Padme loved his eyes. The deep blue felt as if they swallowed her up each time she looked into them.
            “Just get changed. Remember once this is done you agreed we could work on starting a family,” she said.
            Obi-Wan pulled his tunic over his head, “I know, I know,” he kissed her cheek, “and we will, Padme. I promise. We could wait, though. I’ve seen visions of myself sitting on the Jedi Council. I would be around more, then.”
            “Is that what you want?”
            “Yes,” he smiled. “I want to be sure I’ll be around before you get pregnant.”
            “I suppose we can wait,” she finished and stepped away from the mirror, turning to face him as he put his belt back on, “if only to ensure you will be around more.” She leaned over and kissed him sweetly before exiting to the living room, Obi-Wan on her heels.

            “The Chancellor has asked me to read a statement about Padme tonight,” Obi-Wan announced to the Jedi assembled. “Instead of reading a statement, I will introduce Senator Kenobi. Make sure you are watching the Senators.”
            “The Sith is one of them?”
            “Yes,” Obi-Wan nodded. “I am certain of it. We must stop him at all costs.”
            “For the record, the Sith could be female,” Aayla called out.
            “Fair enough,” Obi-Wan smiled. “I want two Jedi in the box with myself, Nomi, Padme, and Sabè. Master Yoda and Master Windu have volunteered, and I have gratefully accepted. Be prepared for a fight, my friends. The Sith has already made his backup plan clear. He has put a price on my head. But both he and the bounty hunters think Padme is dead right now, and that is to our advantage.”

            Padme walked to a landspeeder which was covered to hide who she was. Those in attendance would take it as a sign of mourning for Obi-Wan, who had just a week before lost his soon-to-be-wife. Carefully Obi-Wan exited, the three women exiting after him. He got into the Naboo box and was joined by the two masters, who gave him a smile of support. Padme, Sabè, and Nomi climbed into the box with them, sitting down with their faces covered. “Relax, Obi-Wan. This will work,” Mace said.
            Chancellor Palpetine emerged on his pod with his advisors. Obi-Wan noticed that his skin color seemed to have paled significantly. “I call to everyone’s attention Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was engaged to Queen Amidala before her untimely death. I ask that we all pay our attention to him as he says a few words.”
            “Thank you Chancellor,” Obi-Wan’s box floated forward, ready to address everyone. “I ask that you please welcome to the Senate Padme Naberrié Kenobi,” he stepped back and Padme stepped forward, removing her hood. Immediately Obi-Wan’s eyes and ears scanned the room. He watched as Padme spoke, not focusing on her and instead on Palpatine’s face. The man looked as though he had seen a ghost.

            The collective gasps of shock and surprise quickly gave way to Chancellor Palpetine growing more and more pale. Suddenly several assassins appeared, their guns aimed at Padme. Obi-Wan leaped up onto the box deck, his lightsaber alight. He blocked three shots. Nomi drew her lightsaber and leaped up to the platform one of the assassins was firing from. Jerex, from his seat near another Senator, leaped up to where the second assassin was. Other Jedi followed suit. Obi-Wan turned to Palpetine, “The jig is up, Chancellor. We know who you are.”
            The Chancellor merely smirked at Obi-Wan as he pulled out his own double-bladed lightsaber. Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed. He’d sensed this was coming. He leaped over to the Chancellor’s pod, their lightsabers colliding. Master Yoda leaped up to fight with Obi-Wan as Mace lit his own lightsaber, protecting Padme and Sabè. “Obi-Wan knew, didn’t he?”
            “We found out yesterday. Obi-Wan stalked one of the assassins and got ahold of them. They admitted everything immediately. We knew this fight would break out,” Mace said, ready to jump into action to save Padme.
            Aayla dropped down next to him, “He sure kept this quiet.”
            “Padme’s life was at stake,” Mace pointed out.
            “Still, he played it very close to the vest.”
            “He told the Council and brought the would-be assassin to us.”

            Chaos had without a doubt erupted in the Senate chamber. Obi-Wan and Yoda were oblivious to this, fighting Palpatine. Obi-Wan’s tunic was covered in sweat, the heat from the lightsabers causing it. He focused, trying to summon his strength. Sensing weakness, Palpatine pushed against Obi-Wan, who slipped and fell. He heard Padme yell out but tried to ignore it, clinging to the side of the pod. Palpatine swung to bring his blade down and Yoda blocked it. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He had to win this. For Padme. He summoned the last of his strength and leaped back up onto the pod, his lightsaber crashing against Palpatine’s. Yoda and Obi-Wan quickly got the upper hand on the Sith Lord, finally triumphing as Obi-Wan’s blade sliced Palpatine’s body into two. Surprise was etched in Palpatine’s face as he collapsed, now dead. Yoda looked over at Obi-Wan, “Protected all of the galaxy, you have. Altered the future for good, you did. Gratitude by us all, you are owed.” Yoda bowed to Obi-Wan and took his hand, “Noble Jedi, you are. Return to Senator Kenobi, we should,” Yoda pointed out.
            “Yes Master,” Obi-Wan said, looking for Padme’s box. Mace directed its flight path towards them and the unlikely pair jumped back into it. Immediately Padme moved to Obi-Wan, hugging him tightly. “Are you alright?”
            “Yes,” she nodded, her eyes watering. “I thought I had lost you.”
            “Because of you I was able to hold on,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “I love you.”
            “I love you too,” she said before finally dissolving into tears.
            “You need to be strong right now, Padme. For everyone’s sake.”
            She took a deep, calming breath. She pulled away from him and turned to face the Senate, “Chancellor Palpatine was really a Sith Lord, seeking to destroy the Republic. We owe our gratitude to the ever-vigilant Jedi for protecting us and foiling his scheme to kill me and take over the Republic.” Applause was heard from all around the chamber. Obi-Wan sat down in the box, exhausted, as Padme launched into a speech about needing to figure out what to do next.

            A little over two hours later, Obi-Wan and Padme returned to their apartment, Padme removing her cloak and laying it on the sofa, “Are you sure you’re all right?”
            “I’m fine, just tired,” he yawned and pulled her into his arms. “Sleep with me?”
            “Of course,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “I love you, Mr. Kenobi. Let’s go to bed.”
            “Sounds good to me Mrs. Kenobi,” he smiled. He tossed his cloak aside and they entered their bedroom, stripping down and falling asleep.

            The next week was spent with Obi-Wan, Nomi, Jerex, and Aayla tracking down the bounty hunters that were deployed to attack Padme and Obi-Wan. Her time was spent in the Senate, working with the other senators to fix everything that was wrong or could be made better. This was to be an “age of peace,” according to Master Yoda, and Padme took those words to heart. She was determined to see that vision come true.
            Two weeks after the incident with Palpatine, Obi-Wan was summoned up to the Council room. “You asked to see me, Masters?”
            “Served well as Jedi Knight, you have,” Yoda said.
            “Your plan to protect Padme Amidala was brilliant, Obi-Wan,” Mace said.
            “Thank you Masters,” he bowed before them.
            “A spot on the Council has opened up, Obi-Wan,” Plo Koon began.
            “Yours it is,” Yoda spoke. “Great wisdom and control, you have shown.”
            “Th-thank you, Masters,” Obi-Wan blushed. “B-but what about Nomi?”
            “Very talented, she is. Great promise, she has shown. Level head, she has. Follow your orders, she will. Once approve, you do, Jedi Knight she will become.”
            “To be honest, I don’t think there’s much more I can teach her. Nomi is a great padawan.”
            “Ready for the trials, you think is she? So soon after becoming your padawan?”
            “Yes, I do,” Obi-Wan nodded. “She’s proven to be very adept, very capable. And her achievements this past week,” he shook his head, “she is very good. I think she is as ready as I was, but that she can deal with it better than I did.”
            “If you’re sure, Obi-Wan, we will prepare the trials for her. Should she fail, she will just return to your tutelage.”
            “Thank you, Masters.”
            “Congratulations, Jedi Master Kenobi.” The Jedi masters all stood and bowed to Obi-Wan.
            Yoda smiled at Obi-Wan, “Go to Padme, you should. Tell her the news. Happy, she will be.”
            “Of course, Master. Thank you.” Obi-Wan stepped out of the council room. Him a Jedi Master….he hadn’t expected that. Well he had, but far in the future. Not so soon. Obi-Wan walked back to his apartment. They’d chosen a new apartment in the Temple with three bedrooms when they’d been married. He was glad to have the bigger place, with Padme wanting a family. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted a family, to be honest. He loved her and wanted to just be with her for a bit before starting a family. And he was afraid of becoming a parent.
            Padme wasn’t there when he returned. She’d still be at the Senate. He knew she’d be so excited about his appointment to the Council. But this pushed up their pregnancy agreement. He didn’t know what he wanted, anymore. Sure, he wanted children. He wanted to bring himself and Padme closer like that. But could he be a father? He’d only been around the younglings and the babies born at the temple. Sure, he loved playing with them and they liked his company. But children of his own…He was brought out of his thoughts as Padme entered the front door. “Obi-Wan? Is something wrong?”
            He stood and smiled. “Nothing is wrong, Padme. Actually, something good happened today.” He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms, “I’ve been appointed to the Council. I’m a Jedi Master now.”
            Padme lit up and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s wonderful! I get you all to myself now!”
            “There’s more,” he pulled away. “I-I’ve been thinking. And…I do want children with you. I’m terrified about being a father, but I think if I can take down Sith lords, apprentices, and the man who was leading them, I should be able to handle my own children.”
            Padme just stared at him. He leaned down and kissed her, “Padme, let’s have kids.” She grinned and leaped into his arms, kissing him hungrily.
            “I love you,” she whispered, her arms wrapped around his neck.
            “I know,” he responded, moving to the bedroom. “Wait a couple years first?”
            “I think we should. I’m still a teenager, technically,” she laughed as he tossed her onto the bed, “that’s alright with you?
            “Of course. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be ready,” he grinned, peeling his tunic off. Padme reached and pulled him down to her, her eyes alight with lust and love.
            “I think we need lots of practice,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “don’t you?”
            “I must agree,” he smirked, “I love you.”
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