BY : Acaciah
Category: Star Wars (All) > General
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Part IV

“Are you children done playing?” a stern, familiar voice came over Acaciah. She knew that tone, and that it usually meant trouble. She paled, and folded her hands in front of her. She looked up at her Papa.

Obi-Wan wanted to lecture, but could find no words when he looked in the girl’s eyes. She looked very like Miriam, he thought, and about the right age to be Miriam & Celianthos’ girl. His chest tightened at the very thought of Miriam.

Anakin noticed the strange reaction she produced in his Master. Obi-Wan was speechless! There was an achievement!

“Who are you, Fiona?” Obi-Wan asked her.

“I am Acaciah Sakarte’, and I came to see you, sir,” she answered.

“That’s too bad,” he replied, “I have no truck with the Fiona anymore.”

“Miriam Sakarte’ is my Mistress, sir,” she answered. That did not please Obi-Wan, if anything, Acaciah could tell he was getting angrier. She switched to Fiona, not wanting to air family laundry that might dishonor her Papa. He was already upset. “”

This was probably the understatement of the century, but Acaciah didn’t want to overwhelm Obi-Wan, as she had rarely seen him so distraught. After a long pause, Obi-Wan finally spoke. “Does your Mistress know that you are here?”

“I can get her, sir.”

“Please,” he snapped, in a tone lacking the courtesy usually implied in the word. “Anakin,” he ordered, “go home and get cleaned up.”

Acaciah was ousted from the pool, and in her wet, muddy state wondered how in the name of the Force she was going to get Miriam to speak with Obi-Wan. Miriam had left her position at Parthenia after the birth of her mother, refusing to name Karina’s father and proclaiming that the Force and all its prophecies were poodoo and she’d no more of it. She went into hiding on Alderaan with her daughter, and raised her alone.

Acaciah made her way down to the Transport area. She was shivering, cold and wet. Perhaps she could garner a ride to Alderaan. Money was something that she’d rarely worried about; Jedi took care of their own, and even if they hadn’t, Acaciah’s parents had a good deal of money.

To her surprise, she saw a red-haired woman standing on the Transport platform. “Grandma?” Acaciah asked. The woman smiled in acknowledgment. “I’ve been waiting for you, dear.” She appraised Acaciah thoroughly. “So you’re my granddaughter. You’re a bit muddier than I pictured, but you’re still lovely. Let’s get you into some dry clothes.” Acaciah assented, and soon found herself in a plush hotel in downtown Coruscant. Miriam provided her with a change of clothes and enough money to get around. “Tell me your Fiona name, child,” Miriam said.

“S’mise’ Ti’adai Fionn Acaciah Karina Sakarte’ Kenobi Seremonde,” Acaciah replied. (I am Jedi Fiona Acaciah…)

“Ti’adai Fionn?” Miriam echoed. She winced and jerked back. “Who is your Ti’adai Master?”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, my Tio-Papa,” she replied, mixing her Basic and Fiona.

Miriam looked distraught. “ I told Karina the lot of them were trouble. The Force is not something to be toyed with for your own amusement. Why did she let you become a Jedi?” Miriam demanded.

“Because it is my destiny,” Acaciah replied. “Just like my being here now.”

“Destiny!” Miriam was derisive. “You really think Sakarte’s Daughter is really going to lead the Fiona back to Coruscant? You think they want to go back? No! They like things just the way they are! They do not want to grow or to learn from each other. The Jedi are no better; they deny half the pleasing gifts of the Living Force, home, hearth, family! They are both fools!” Miriam’s terseness at the mention of the Jedi surprised Acaciah.

“You sound like Celianthos,” Acaciah said. Miriam’s icy look shot daggers. “Papa wants to see you.”

“No,” Miriam replied.

“But he asked for you!” Acaciah exclaimed.

“He may see me when he calls on me like a proper gentleman! And he may call on me at home! I am going back to Alameen!” Miriam snapped. Before leaving, Miriam gave Acaciah access to money and the hotel room. “Use them as long as you need to,” she instructed Acaciah.

‘I see the Force has my work cut out for me,’ Acaciah reflected. ‘Going through the Nexus was easy in comparison.’

She did not look forward to her return trip to the Jedi Temple. She put on formal Sakarte’ robes and hid her lightsaber in her other boot. She found Master Yoda waiting for her. He appraised her thoughtfully. “An interesting visitor, you are,” he remarked. “Here to see someone, are you?”

Acaciah assented. “Master Kenobi.”

Yoda nod. “Walk with me, you should. Here to fix things, you are, you think?” Acaciah agreed, not knowing what to say. Yoda chuckled. “Not your business, to fix this, youngling. Enough for you to be here, I think.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered.

“Lady Miriam, tell her my regards I send,” he said, and then left. Acaciah tried to swallow her nervousness. She would almost rather get into an extended tête-à-tête with Master Yoda about this than go tell her Papa what Miriam had just said.

She finally reached their living quarters. Strange to think that right now Anakin was in her room, in her bed, that she would walk in and not be at home here. She gave a small smile at the thought of Anakin asleep in her bed. She knew she couldn’t go curl up beside him in it, though. Obi-Wan would have none of that foolishness, even if he didn’t know her yet. Papa might have recognized himself in her, but he was in no mood to acknowledge it.

Obi-Wan was pacing the floor in front of their living room window. Anakin had never seen his cool, collected Master so edgy. He found himself wondering what would make him this way. This Sakarte’ woman must be something else. “Who is Miriam?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan. “A Fiona, like the girl we saw?”

Obi-Wan looked at him apprentice and wondered what kind of menial task he could use to get rid of him temporarily. Anakin did not need to know about his checkered past. A doorbell rang. Damn. Too late, Obi-Wan thought, when Acaciah entered the living quarters. “” Obi-Wan demanded.

Acaciah straightened her back and folded her hands in what looked to Anakin to be a very Jedi posture, and replied in Fiona. “” Anakin listened intently, certain he was the last thing on Kenobi’s mind at the moment.

Obi-Wan’s lips tightened. “”

Acaciah seemed to brace herself tighter. “”

“” he growled the words.


Obi-Wan considered Acaciah’s words, rubbing his beard. “Anakin,” he said, “Go get the transport ready.”

On the way to Alameen, Obi-wan was more pensive than usual, so Anakin and Acaciah were left to their own devices to entertain themselves. Anakin was intensely curious about the conversation that Acaciah and Obi-Wan had earlier. Acaciah was trying to keep herself busy enough not to ask or answer too many questions. She could feel Anakin’s gaze, and it made her uncomfortable for the moment. He sensed something unusual in her, and Acaciah was loath to go into her true identity after seeing her normally placid grandmother’s reaction to it. Anakin had joined the Jedi Order only 7 years ago, and he remembered his first trip to Coruscant well. He thought it was peculiar that Acaciah found nothing about Coruscant or the Jedi Temple unusual. He’d been in awe of it. Either Alameen had some spectacular metropolitan areas, or Acaciah has spent some time in Coruscant, he reflected.

All the space traders he’d met when he was a slave on Tatooine had referred to Alameen as a green, living place, but climates did vary on planets. He finally asked, “What is Alameen like?”

Acaciah was tinkering with a holo puzzle. “It’s nice,” she answered with a cursory glance.

“Nice?” Anakin repeated. “What does it look like?”

“It’s green,” Acaciah replied, finally looking up. “I like green things and green places.”

“Is that why you went to the Temple Gardens?”

“Yes,” she said.

“How many times have you been to Coruscant before?” Anakin asked. Acaciah shrugged.

“You know, for a Fiona, you don’t seem very Fiona-ish,” Anakin remarked.

Acaciah was annoyed. Surneurned to Obi-Wan. “Ni hah avey quella someh para Savez fari, Master Ti’adai?” she asked.

To her surprise, Anakin asked, “Viea ata Ti’adai? Ata dea Jedi?” He was rewarded with seeing Obi-Wan and Acaciah both scowl identically. Anakin laughed.

‘Is there anything he doesn’t know how to do?’ Acaciah murmured telepathically to Obi-Wan.

‘Of course not,’ Obi-Wan replied, bemused. ‘He’s 16, he knows everything!’

Acaciah laughed out loud, and it was Anakin’s turn to look chagrined. “I’m glad I’m so amusing!” he snapped, and left the deck. Acaciah’s smile faded. She got up, and followed him. She found him sitting on a spare parts canister in the hold.

“I’m sorry, Anakin,” she began. “I wasn’t laughing at you. Pap-” she stopped herself. “All he said was that 16 year olds know everything, and I thought that was funny because I’m 17. He said that because I asked him if there was anything you didn’t know how to do. I don’t know anyone who speaks Fiona outside of the Fiona ourselves. I’m impressed, actually.”

“Obi-Wan’s not a Fiona.” Anakin replied.

“He’s an exceptional Jedi, and apparently, so are you.” Acaciah said.

Anakin shrugged. “I ran into pilots from all over when I was a slave on Tatooine, Fiona included. My owner was a junk dealer.” Anakin said, matter-of-fact.

Acaciah sat down next to him. “Oh,” she said.

Anakin gave her a long look. It didn’t surprise her at all that he used to be a slave? Most Padawans were chosen as infants, everyone knew that.

“You’re Obi-Wan’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked.


“Yes, you are. You act like him. You gesture like him.”

“No,” Acaciah denied again. “She’s on Alderaan right now.”

Obi-Wan had been listening to their discussion and decided that now was good time to cut in. Anakin was right, there was something both unusual and familiar about the girl. His insight was serving him well. Neither Coruscant’s massive metropolis or the austere beauty of the Jedi Temple fazed her. He didn’t want any visitors while he talked with Miriam. Anakin would do a good job of watching the girl. He would speak to him privately about it.

He cleared his throat, and made his presence known. “I am going to meditate. I would strongly suggest that you make yourselves familiar with the local customs if you need to.” Acaciah stifled a flinch. She felt strange, unused to Obi-Wan’s abrupt dismissal.

Well, Celianthos had certainly drilled into her the history of the Fiona. It was as good a place to start as any. “What do you know about the Fiona?” she asked Anakin.

“Not much,” he admitted. “I know they make a big deal about bloodlines.”

Acaciah nodded. “You know that they used to be Jedi?”

“No. I know they are Force-sensitives.”

“I don’t think the Council likes to dwell on the split, or the reasons for the disagreement. We’re also not that big a group, comparatively. The Great Ancestress of us all was Mother Fiona. She was a Jedi. We all were then. Coruscant was not the main focal point for all Jedi activity then and the Jedi were allowed to marry, have families, and do most things that normal people do, often on their homeworlds.”

“When was this?” Anakin asked.

“Before the Sith Wars, over a thousand years ago,” Acaciah answered. “Mother Fiona wanted to have a better understanding of the Force, so one day she went out to the hilltop where the Temple at Parthenia now stands. She sat under the Great Oak and meditated for five days and five nights. When she was finished, she was pregnant, and she gave birth to five daughters. Each of those daughters is the Mother of her own House: Sakarte’, Savros, Ravenas, Aramatiea, and Anolia. Each of the House families has its own characteristics. To make things simple, when you’re on Alameen, look for these things: Sakarte’ usually have red hair, Savros usually are blond and fair-skinned, Ravenas usually have dark skin and hair, Aramatiea are usually tawny haired and skinned, and they’re usually quite serious, and for Anolia anything goes, they are definitely the most laid back of the Houses. Some of them are so picky that you shouldn’t even marry outside of your own House. The Anolia could care less, and so there’s not a particular look to its family members.”

“It doesn’t sound very democratic,” Anakin remarked.

“It’s not,” Acaciah agreed. “I’d say the Anolia are probably the most democratic of all the Houses, and Representative for Alameen as a whole planet is from the House of Anolia. The Savros hold a lot of the seats in local government, as do the Sakarte’.”

“The Force isn’t with all of the people in all these Houses, is it?”

“Not like it is with a Jedi, if that’s what you mean. Savros College usually deals with the strongest Force-sensitives, and trains them in the traditional Fiona arts, some of which co-incide with Jedi training.” Acaciah smiled. “I have a cousin who got thrown out of Savros College.”


“Over-use of the Force for practical jokes!” she exclaimed. “I believe the last straw involved thadmaadmaster and public nudity.”

Anakin laughed. “What are the traits we share in common?” he asked.

“Control, sense, alter,” she said. “The basics are the same; it’s just the mechanics of how you use them that is different.” She thought a moment. “Some Fiona would like to say that you have to be a Fiona use our techniques, but I don’t agree. It’s all the Force and the discipline of the person using it.

“So the Jedi and Fiona don’t agree on much of anything anymore,” Anakin said.

“Yes,” she replied. “They decided to agree to disagree. Only the House of Sakarte’ did not wish to split from the Jedi, and until about a hundred years ago, they kept the title ‘Jedi Fiona,’ instead of just Fiona. That’s why my robes look like Jedi robes; the other Houses have developed their own style of dress because they did not want to look like Jedi anymore.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re not going to be particularly welcome here,” Anakin said.

“I’m saying when your Master and my Mistress got married, the Fiona didn’t view it the way they do most marriages; they thought of it as a threat to their way of life.”.

“They don’t like the Jedi, that’s why they don’t generally carry lightsabers?” Anakin asked.

“You don’t give up, do you?” Acaciah replied smiling.

“I never said I did,” he answered. “Who built your lightsaber?”

“I did.”

“Who taught you?”

“Who taught you?” Acaciah shot back. “Mine works just fine, thank you.”

Anakin reached for it with the Force. “Maybe I better check, just to make sure.”

Acaciah grabbed his and ignited it, with a mischievous grin. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, then,” she said.

Anakin took the bait, and ignited Acaciah’s blade. It fluoresced emerald green like her dress. With a fluid motion, she launched herself and attacked, pushing Anakin back. He recovered quickly, parrying her thrust with a smile. “Not bad,” he said. “My turn.”

He attacked, spinning high and hard, and she parried and held her ground. She smiled, lowered her eyes as if she might waver, and went straight for his legs, forcing him to jump back. ‘Sucker,’ Acaciah thought. She was more than proficient in dueling, and had been jumped ahead a class because of it. She drew the blade back into a ready stance. “Are you holding back on me?” she asked, all smiling innocence. “Because there’s no need to.”

“What do I get if I win?” Anakin asked.

“My humble admiration,” Acaciah replied. “I’ve never been beat by anyone my age.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” he answered, grinning.

“I don’t think so,” Acaciah replied, and Force-pushed him down the deck, towards the hold.

“So, it’s like that, then?” he said, and launched himself at her with a low slash. He doubled his attacks.

Acaciah kept pace, and didn’t tire. She enjoyed the challenge; she rarely got to practice with someone her equal. She smiled. “I want my lightsaber back,” she said.

“Come and get it,” he replied, and disappeared into the shadows, cloaking his presence.

Acaciah resisted the urge to give chase, which was what he wanted. She threw her own shields up, quieted her mind and listened for his presence. ‘He’s not as patient as I am,’ she thought, deactivating the blade. She stepped into the hold, knowing he was near. She spied some shipping canisters on the other side of the room, and used the Force to wrest one from its shelf. She was rewarded with seeing Anakin attit, it, and she grabbed for her lightsaber with the Force.

Anakin came with it, and knocked the two of them to the floor. “Ow!” they exclaimed in unison, laughing. He pinned her down, smiling like the cat that stole the cream.

“You’re not very subtle, are you?” Acaciah asked.

“No, and I still want to know what I get,” he said. “I already know what I want.” He leaned closer. His breath was warm against Acaciah’s cheek. His lips brushed against hers, sending sweet shivers across her skin. She felt herself flush, and was glad for the dim light in the hold. A light popped on and they broke apart, each grabbing for their blades.

Obi-Wan surveyed the mess. “What in the blazes do you two think you’re doing?” he demanded.

Anakin was chastened. Acaciah spoke first. “We were having an animated discussion on lightsaber dueling techniques, sir.”

“Indeed,” Obi-Wan replied. “Kindly re-animate this ship back into a usable state before we land. Anakin, you take the hold. Acaciah, you take the bridge, and keep in mind we will be landing soon.” He strided out of the room. Acaciah began to follow, and then paused at the door.

She turned to Anakin and bowed, her eyes glowing and her cheeks still flushed. “Thank you for the practice, Anakin. It was…exhilarating.”

Anakin bowed and let his gaze follow her out of the room. Cleaning up the hold didn’t look so bad, after all. He still had much of this assignment and Acaciah to look forward to.

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