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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- there's some sex in this chapter, so.....yeah. Between 2 adults so no worries. Enjoy :-)

-Two Years Later-
            Obi-Wan watched the padawan-hopefuls duel in the tournament. He vividly remembered fighting in it to get chosen as a padawan. Master Yoda had requested that Obi-Wan watch the tournament. He was adamant that Obi-Wan take a padawan. Obi-Wan still wasn’t sure if he wanted a padawan. He enjoyed working solo, actually. Besides, he could not forget his Master’s final words. “Competing for your approval, many are,” Yoda said, bringing Obi-Wan out of his contemplation.
            “They probably won’t get it,” he answered.
            “Choose a padawan, you should.” Obi-Wan decided not to argue anymore. His hair was longer now, although he was still smooth-faced. He returned his attentions to the fighting. He was impressed by none of these students. They were too brazen or too soft. He needed someone that fit in the middle. “Mission to Ryloth, you have. A padawan, handy would be.”
            “I do not wish to take a padawan just because it would be convenient.”
            “A guide, may I suggest? Lethan Twi’lek, there is here. Her help, you could use. Too young to be an apprentice, she is.”
            “Her name?”
            “Nomi Nhagy,” Yoda said. “Take her, you will. Say, you have none.”
            “Very well,” Obi-Wan sighed. “Am I excused? I wish to talk with Padme before my mission tomorrow.”
            “Go, you may.” Obi-Wan stood and left.

            “You’re going to Ryloth?” Padme couldn’t believe her ears. Twi’leks were known for their beauty and the sexual hold on men that they had.
            “It’s not like I have a say, Padme. And I promise, I am waiting until I can be with you. No sex until that moment.”
            “Oh how I wish my 18^th birthday would come sooner,” Padme pouted. “Well, don’t let any of them seduce you or we’ll have an interplanetary crisis!”
            He laughed, “I promise you, I will behave myself.”
            “Obi-Wan, I miss you,” she said.
            “I miss you too, my queen,” he smiled, but she knew his eyes were full of sadness, “The next time I have a chance, I will drop by and see you. How is Anakin?”
            “He is well, I believe. Occasionally they bring him by the palace and the handmaidens get to see him. It’s getting late, my Jedi. I have to get some beauty sleep.”
            “No you don’t; you’re already too beautiful,” he said.
            Padme blushed, “Obi-Wan, I-”
            “I know, Padme,” he smiled, “I know. I will contact you again after the mission.”
            “May the Force be with you,” she said, turning off the holo-phone connection.
            Obi-Wan sighed, “And with you as well, my queen.”

            Nomi Nhagy, Obi-Wan learned, was a beautiful thirteen year old Twi’lek. He also learned, very quickly, that she was very intelligent and very skillful. Which he was grateful for, because it was a long trip to Ryloth; they sparred, and they talked for a time. Aayla Secura had been sent on a rescue mission but hadn’t been heard from for over three days. The last message was sent to them only a few days before that. Jerex Zatoq, Obi-Wan’s oldest friend, had asked for help before getting cut off. “What do you think happened to them, Master?”
            “I do not know. I’m worried about them. Aayla is very powerful, and Jerex is even more powerful. I don’t know what could have happened to take them both out. We will have to ask around when we land.”
            “Very well,” Nomi said.
            Once on the planet, Obi-Wan found an informant who said that Jerex and Aayla were investigating the Spice Trade and that Aayla’s uncle was one of the dealers. Obi-Wan cursed. That would explain what happened. They hurried to the uncle’s hideout.
            “Stay close, youngling,” Obi-Wan said. Nomi nodded. Peeking through a window, Obi-Wan saw Jerex Zatoq confined with ropes and a gag and blindfold. He was hanging from the ceiling upside down. Aayla Secura was nowhere to be seen. Obi-Wan stayed in his spot for over an hour; he couldn’t go in until he knew where she was. She was dragged into the room finally and they peeled the blindfold off of Jerex. He started struggling and Obi-Wan understood why as Aayla was made to dance and to seduce male Twi’leks. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and told Nomi to follow him, reminding her to stay close. “Nomi, I need you to be ready to do whatever I say, even if it includes leaving me behind and escaping. Do you understand?”
            “Yes, Master Obi-Wan.”
            “Good,” they moved to the roof and Obi-Wan opened up a window hatch. He crawled in with her behind him. He closed his eyes and attempted to link with Jerex. Obi-Wan grinned knowingly. “Can you fight?” Nomi nodded. “Excellent; draw your lightsaber but don’t turn it on. Follow my lead, Nomi.”
            “Yes Master,” the young girl smiled.
            Obi-Wan leaped down and turned on his lightsaber, slicing the rope. Jerex used the Force to land on his side and Nomi leaped down, slicing through his bonds as Obi-Wan signaled. Having lost his lightsaber, Jerex ducked and weaved, fighting hand to hand. “Aayla’s been drugged.”
            “I guessed. Get her out of here, Jerex.”
            “This was my mission. It is my responsibility.”
            “Get out, you don’t have your lightsaber,” Obi-Wan disarmed Aayla’s uncle and knocked him unconscious, pushing two of his cohorts into a wall and knocking them out. Aayla made to run and Obi-Wan yelled at Jerex, “Get her and go!” Jerex grabbed Aayla and swung her over his shoulder, heading out of the warehouse. Obi-Wan bound the Twi’leks and they headed into town. Nomi and Obi-Wan went to the station and directed the police to the warehouse while Jerex took Aayla to the ship and locked her in the bedroom. He waited for Obi-Wan.

            They returned to the ship to find Jerex pacing. Nomi went to the cockpit to wait while Jerex and Obi-Wan talked. “What happened, Jerex?”
            “I was sent here and then all of a sudden Aayla showed up. And then we got caught and they bound me, making me watch as they drugged her and then messed with her mind. I had to watch her…do things to those guys.”
            “More than dance?”
            Jerex just nodded, closing his eyes, “Obi-Wan…I…I almost lost it.”
            “I found your lightsaber,” Obi-Wan handed it to him, “go to her, Jerex. She should be coming out of it soon.”
            Jerex closed his eyes, “You know?”
            “I remember how you used to look at her.”
            “We…we’ve been fooling around a bit. I…I love her, Obi-Wan.”
            “Don’t tell me, tell her.”
            “I will,” Jerex straightened up, “I will go to her. She’s going to be really horny.”
            “You’ll survive it,” Obi-Wan laughed, “now go on, I need to talk to Nomi.”
            “She’d be a good padawan,” Jerex said, walking away, “you should think about it my friend.”

            Jerex Zatoq was not the kind of man you would expect to ever fall in love. He was hard, cold, and a loner; very different from his friend Obi-Wan Kenobi. That was why Aayla Secura had followed him to Ryloth. She thought he, being a human male, might be swayed by other Twi’lek women. She didn’t want him with other women. She hadn’t intended to fight with him. As she started to come out of the haze she realized what had happened, including the druggings and dancing and even worse things, and she broke down on the bed, crying. Jerex knocked politely before opening the door, “Aayla?”
            “J-Jerex?” She looked up at him and then bowed her head, crying profusely. He sat down on the bed and lifted her head, leaning in to kiss her gently. Aayla blinked back her tears and looked up at him, “Wh-what are you doing?”
            “I love you,” he whispered, “and I would have done anything to save you from that. I am so, so sorry Aayla. I should have protected you. I-I should have,” he was cut off as she kissed him hungrily. Jerex fell back onto the bed, letting Aayla lead. She peeled off his tunic.
            “You still want me?” She asked, looking shy, “Even though I-I was…even though you had to watch other men…touch me?”
            “I will always want you,” Jerex breathed, a fire burning in his eyes. Aayla couldn’t resist her lover; she loved him too much and it had been so long that they had gone without one another’s touch.
            “I love you, Jerex. I have loved you for so, so long. I want to make love to you,” she reached for the skirt they had dressed her in, pushing it down her legs. Jerex ran his hands over her body and twisted, laying her on the bed and pulling off his own belt and pants. For once, Aayla was grateful he didn’t wear underwear. She wanted him. Badly. He lay down on top of her and slid his tongue into her mouth. Aayla moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders. “Don’t tease me,” she breathed.
            “I would never,” he smirked, reaching down to guide himself inside her. Aayla closed her eyes in bliss before opening them and leaning up to kiss him passionately.
            “I love you,” she whispered.
            “I love you too,” he grinned, kissing her again, “and I always will, Aayla.”
            Afterwards she curled up against her lover, “Thank you for that.”
            “Thank you for still wanting me.”
            “I should be grateful you still want me,” she lowered her head.
            “No,” Jerex shook his head, “I meant it, Aayla. I will always want you. In fact,” he lifted her head to look her in the eye, “Marry me?”
            “Seriously?”
            “Seriously.”
            “Yes!” She sat up and hugged him tightly, “Now let’s get some sleep.”
            “Sleep sounds heavenly,” Jerex muttered, turning over and spooning her, “don’t leave me. I want to wake up to your beautiful face,” he nuzzled her neck and she let her tendrils gently touch him, “you’ve never used those with me.”
            “I haven’t? You would probably enjoy sex like that. I often forget about them,” she blushed.
            “I love you,” he whispered.
            “Sleep, my love. I’m yours; I’ve been yours for a long time.”
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