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Tale of Astoria Kenobi [Chapter 3] [Obitine and Anidala featured] [Dad!Obi-wan/Daughter!OC]

Hi! I am so sorry to have left this story alone so long!

I had a hard time writing this chapter, since there aren't too many examples of a Gathering to go off of. Anyway, here it is! I hope you guys like it! :)

I want to apologize to everyone I kept waiting on this story and I want to thank everyone for their patience!

I plan on making a Masterlist for Astoria but in the meantime Here is the link to the prologue to this story!

And Here is the link to the previous chapter!

I would also love to acknowledge some users that have encouraged me and are on the taglist! (if you want to be on the taglist, please let me know!)

@elite-guard-hardygal for one, as my bestie and sort-of beta reader. Then I want to thank @forcearama for creating the Scandalore AU that helped inspire this story. There is also @sunshineisdelightful who has been wonderfully encouraging, and their other blog @fwtcanimelover! Thank you all for encouraging me and giving me feedback! Hope this chapter makes up for my absence!

I hope you guys like this new chapter! Next chapter starts Attack of the Clones!

(Side note for timeline purposes, this chapter is when Astoria is about 12, then there will be a time skip to when she's 15, about when Attack of the Clones takes place, according to a timeline I looked at.)

Now, onto the chapter!

~The Lupine Sojourner

“How is your training, Astoria?” Mom asks, smiling at me through the hologram.

I grin and lean in a bit. “It’s going great, Mom! I’m finally going to be part of a group for the Gathering!” Mom sees my excitement, but naturally, she’s confused. “It means I’ll go with a group of other Younglings to a special place where I’ll find my lightsaber crystal and create my own lightsaber!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, darling!” Mom cheers, clapping her hands together and laughing as I eagerly describe how awesome my lightsaber is going to be.

“It’ll be one of the best lightsabers ever!”

“I’m sure it will be, sweetheart, but you can’t let yourself get carried away. Remember to always listen to the instructors and be respectful.”

I nod. “Of course, Mom.” I reply. “I’m just so excited! I get to go with Anakin’s group, and we’ll make our hilts together! It’ll be so fun!”

“Isn’t Anakin your uncle’s apprentice?” Mom asks.

I nod. “Yeah, he’s a Padawan Learner, and few years older than me, but since I’m top of my class, and am ahead of my group in combat training, I get to go a little sooner than my group. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“I see. Well, congratulations Astoria!” Mom says proudly. As usual, there’s a tiny trace of sadness in Mom’s eyes that she isn’t here physically.

I give her a wide smile. “Thanks, Mom.” I reply, wishing she could be here to see my first lightsaber. Then I get an idea. “I’ll show you my lightsaber when I visit for my birthday!”

Mom perks up instantly. “Ah, yes! I’d nearly forgotten.”

My birthday was only a month away. Usually, I was allowed to visit Mandalore briefly for my birthday, usually with Uncle Obi in tow. He was always as thrilled as I was to go back to Mandalore, but he’d never say why. I never ask, thinking it was merely his happiness at seeing Mom again since the two are good friends.

“I can’t wait, Mom!” I cheer, and Mom chuckles.

“Yes, neither can I, dear. But for now, get some sleep. It’s late at night on Coruscant, isn’t it?”

I nod sheepishly. “Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you!”

She puts a hand up patiently. “And I, of course, am always happy to talk to you, but you need sleep. Have a good trip, darling.”

I nod. “I will. Love you, Mom!”

“I love you more, Astoria.” Mom replies and we end the transmission.

Then, I lay down and close my eyes, using the techniques I learned in the meditation lessons to try to get some sleep.

Miraculously, it works and I fall asleep.

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“Come along, Astoria. It wouldn’t do to keep the ship waiting.” Comes Uncle Obi’s voice.

I stretch and sit up, rubbing my eyes as I fully wake up. “Are you…” I yawn and rub my eyes, “Are you coming with us, Uncle Obi?” I ask as I stand, pulling on the outer layers of my Jedi robes.

I always just slept in my pants and a spare undershirt.

“Unfortunately not, young one. But Master Fisto is.”

I grin, coming more awake as I move to brush my teeth and pack what little I’d take with me. “Yay!”

Uncle Obi laughs. “You shouldn’t play favorites, Astoria.” He cautions, amused.

“I’m not!” I protest playfully. “I’m just...happy it’s someone I know...better than the other Jedi.”

“Mmm...I’m sure. Now, come along. Even Master Fisto’s patience runs out eventually.”

I slide the last few things in my bag, settle Mom’s necklace around my neck and tuck it in like always before I’m ready to go.

We walk toward the exit ramp where the ship is waiting.

There, I see Master Fisto.

I jog over and hug him. “I’m glad you’re coming!” I cheer.

“Playing favorites is not the Jedi way, Astoria.” Master Fisto teases.

“I know. Master Kenobi told me. I just meant I am happy it’s someone I’m a little familiar with.”

Fisto puts a hand on my back and guides me toward the group of Younglings I’d be going to the Gathering with. “I’m honored to witness your Gathering, little one.”

I smile up at him, then catch sight of a friend. “Roman!” I call, waving at my sparring partner.

“And here I was thinking it’d be a pleasant trip.” He quips as we shake hands in greeting.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m not that bad.” I retort, chuckling.

Anakin then walks over. “Glad you could scrape by to come with us.” He teases.

I roll my eyes. “Why are all my friends teasing me today?” I pretend to be upset, but they know better.

“Because you’re an easy target.” Anakin replies, before laughing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “In all seriousness, I’m glad you’re coming.” He says genuinely.

“Me, too.” I reply. Before we can talk more, Fisto calls for our attention.

“Younglings, you have all proven yourselves to be the top of your class, and some rose above their class to greater heights. Now, it is time for the Gathering, a most sacred Jedi ritual.” We’re all murmuring excitedly and eager to get going, but Master Fisto clears his throat and we fall silent again. “This is the trip that will raise you another step on the path to being a Jedi Knight. This is the trip...you build your lightsabers!”

We are all super excited to get going and crowd toward the ship. Roman and I get into the ship at the same time, looking around and chatting excitedly.

Coming out to meet us from deeper inside the ship was a strange droid. It was an older model, I think, but it seemed to be running smoothly as it greets us.

“Hello Younglings. I am Professor Huyang, lightsaber architect and designer. Welcome to your Gathering.”

“Thank you, Professor. We’re happy to be here!” I chirp, remembering the manners Mom taught me.

Professor Huyang seems to smile at me. “I see someone was elected spokesperson.” He says good-naturedly and I hear some embarrassed shuffling of feet behind me, telling me the others felt bad for not being the first to thank the droid.

“Alright, Younglings. Let’s settle in and get some food and then we’ll start learning about lightsabers when we’re finished.” Master Fisto orders and we file off with him to the spartan rooms we’d be staying on for the overnight flight to Ilum and then the flight back. Once we’re all settled in, we go back to the main area where I assume we would be instructed and actually construct our lightsabers.

Turns out Roman, a Bothan youngling, and I were the first few back to Master Fisto.

“Why don’t we start introductions while we’re waiting on the others?” Master Fisto suggests and I agree.

"Good idea! I'm Astoria Kryze!" I chirp, tapping my chest.

"And I'm Roman Cartalzan." Roman adds, bowing a little in respect.

"Lovely to meet you all. I can tell this trip will be exciting!" Professor Huyang says, again seeming to be smiling as other Younglings file in.

In my excitement, I could hardly remember some of the groups’ names, but then Professor Huyang began his lecture on the history of the lightsabers and how integral they are to a Jedi, describing various lightsabers he’d seen created and even showing us a few of his personal favorites.

By the time bedtime came around, we were mesmerized by the Professor and his stories, but Master Fisto corralled us toward the rooms and we suddenly realize how tired we are, so we don’t protest but so much.

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Over the intercom system, Professor Huyang calls us all to breakfast while we make our final approach. We find a set of thick winter clothing outside our doors and I dress in everything but the outer jacket.

Already I was rather warm, but I am too excited to care as I hurriedly brush my teeth and make my way to the dining hall.

“- -in a long, long time. It will be very interesting to see what happens at this Gathering.” I hear the Professor saying to Master Fisto and despite knowing it was rude, I can’t help stopping where I was to listen.

“Indeed, Professor.” Master Fisto replies. “She is one of a kind, that girl. Her mother, a Duchess, and the second Mandalorian Jedi in history! Just imagine her potential! I can’t wait to see how her story unfolds!”

I blink. I was…one of the first-ever Mandalorian Jedis? Wow! I had no idea!

“Yes…especially considering her inherent skill in combat.” Professor Huyang points out.

“Indeed. But she is doing admirably in all other aspects of her training, as well.”

The revelation would have to wait as other Younglings begin to file out of their rooms, so I pretend to be still waking up as I shuffle into the dining area.

“Good morning, Younglings! We have a rather busy day ahead, so I will begin the instructions while we enjoy our breakfast.” Master Fisto greets as we settle at the tables.

I don’t miss the Professor and Master Fisto’s eyes lingering on me for a moment but I don’t want to make a scene yet so I get my food and manage a seat next to Anakin and Roman.

Master Fisto explains that this planet was constantly frozen and that the object of our journey here to Ilum was to find Kyber Crystals, and the crystal would be a very important component of our lightsabers.

He went on to explain that he would not come with us into the caverns where the crystals were held, but would wait at the entrance for us. He also said we only had a day’s rotation to get our crystals. If we can’t get out in time, Illum’s sun will set and we’ll be trapped in the caverns until the next sunrise, 19 days later.

No pressure there…

We finish suiting up and follow Master Fisto into a blustery, winter morning.

Soon, we reach a cliff face of sheer ice. Master Fisto turns to face us.

“In order to get inside the temple here on Ilum, we will have to work together. Only together will the ice be moved to grant us entrance inside.” He explains before turning and raising a hand.

We join him and I search inside myself for that spring, triggering it and imagining the ice falling. Focusing on that feeling, I let myself unleash the Force.

The sound of crumbling ice is all anyone can hear for what feels like a long time, then finally things go quiet.

And there in front of us was indeed an entrance. We hurry through it and inside there are statues of Jedi poised in various fighting stances, all with ignited lightsabers in their hands.

It was truly an impressive sight.

“Younglings, gather if you would.” Master Fisto calls and we obey quickly. “We Jedi are peacekeepers, but how do we defend that peace? Anyone?”

“With a lightsaber, right?” Roman replies.

“Exactly! And that’s what we aim to create today. Now, this planet is very ancient and mysterious. This is the only known place Kyber crystals can be gathered. This is a very guarded secret in the Jedi order, and this ceremony is very important in your training. Today is the day you rise to a new height and create the weapon that will aid you in more ways than you can yet see. But at the heart of a lightsaber is the crystal, so it is important that you choose the right one. Only you can know which crystal is yours and only you can create your lightsaber. Now, time is running out in the day, so I will say only this; trust yourselves and each other and you will overcome this challenge. May the Force be with you all! Good luck!” With that, Master Fisto raised his hand again and what came next was something I will never forget.

Master Fisto looked up and through the force turned a large crystal structure and a window opened. Master Fisto further turned the structure and used the reflections of the crystals to direct sunlight toward a large door of ice at the back of the chamber. The ice instantly starts melting and the water rushes down in an impressive display.

When the water was thoroughly drained, Master Fisto smiles. “Now begins your trial. Off you go! I will be waiting here when you are done.”

We all head into the caverns, and I can’t help feeling a bit uneasy.

What was waiting for us down here?

Soon, we reach a large open area with several paths leading off into the unknown.

“Which way should we go?” I ask when no one seems to want to move.

“I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way. Just trust your instincts and the Force. Let’s close our eyes and head toward a path, and whichever way we end up going is where the Force wants us.” Roman suggests and no one disagrees.

I close my eyes and I swear I hear something in front of me, like…like a fight. I head that way with my eyes still closed until I don’t hear my companions.

I open my eyes and find myself in almost complete darkness. I only saw enough to know where the path was, but no more than that.

The noises I heard before start growing louder as I walk down the path. I start walking faster. What was happening?

I start swearing I see things, blurry images of people fighting. One looks so much like Uncle Obi, I call out and move toward it, but I only bump my face into an ice wall. I watch as he runs down some kind of hallway, maybe on a ship, and then there’s a woman being held hostage, but there the images end, seeming to be moved further down the tunnel.

I move with it, trying to see what came next, but darkness returns and I stop. What was going on? How could I see things like that when I’m nowhere near any kind of hologram?

I shake myself and keep moving.

Whispers start soon and I swear I hear not only Uncle Obi, but Mom, as well! She sounds worried, scared!

She’s in trouble! I look around, but there are no visions. Heart starting to beat quicker, I run forward and call out to her.

“Mom! Mom, I’m here!” There’s no answer and I keep running.

“Please, Obi-Wan…tell her.”

“Mom!” Where is she? I turn around and around, desperate for anything to tell me where Mom is, but I see nothing! Mom sounds so scared!

“Satine, it’ll be alright, I promise.”

“Uncle Obi?” I call, but again no answer.

I run forward, eyes flicking to either side of the path to try and find something, anything to tell me what was going on, but I see nothing, led on by these strange whispers.

My heart drops as I hear my mother cry out in pain. I race forward blindly, only caring that my mother was ok!

“Mom! Mom I’m coming! Just hang on!” I then smack right into another ice wall, only this time, I break it and find myself tumbling down a steep slope with ice shards all around me.

My body aches a bit as I wearily pick myself up.

Great…now I’m lost. I have no idea where I am or how to find this crystal I’m supposed to get! I lost track of my mission when I started hearing things!

I should have known not to race around after things like that and get distracted.

I sit down to think of my next move. I could try to climb back up the slope, but that seems treacherous. I don’t know…

What should I do? I’m running out of time and I don’t see any other paths around me!

I cross my legs.

I had to refocus myself, that much was obvious. It had been so easy for the Force to distract me with visions and voices of those I love.

I had to ignore those voices and get some idea of where I’m supposed to go to find my crystal.

And to do that, I’ll have to climb the slope.

I open my eyes, feeling better now I had a plan.

The slope is very hard to climb. One wrong step and I slip down a bit, but luckily there were some small grooves and cracks in the ice I can use as sort of hand and foot holds.

As I climb, I start focusing on the crystals all around me, trying to find out which is mine. I start to hear a faint chime, almost like a whisper, steady as I get closer to the top.

Finally, I hoist myself over the hole I’d made in the wall. I had to be careful or I’d- -

“Astoria!” The whispers are back! That one sounds like Anakin, but…older! I hear battle around me, but I try to ignore it, finding that faint chime again and following that. “Astoria get out of there! C’mon!”

Ignore it…ignore it…

“Agh!” Uncle Obi! He was losing a- -no. No, I can't get distracted again! I have to hurry! I wasted too much time following these voices! They’re just testing me! I have to focus!

I find the chime and keep moving.

The voices gain volume as I progress, but thankfully the chime gets just a bit louder, too, so I don’t lose it.

There were so many now…some I can almost recognize, some I know, and some I have a feeling I have yet to meet.

They’re overlapping and I can’t tell everything they’re saying, but I have to ignore it and focus!

Moving forward and trusting the chime becomes harder when the voices turn desperate and blasters fire in the distance. My heart hammers and I know whatever this vision is…it’s dark. Dark and foreboding, but probably not even true, so I try my hardest to move on.

That chime isn’t as loud now and it’s so hard to hear…

Suddenly, just as the voices are reaching their loudest and most intense, I come to a crossroads, one way seeming to be the source of the voices, the other the source of the chime.

Unsurprisingly, the chime is barely audible now above the chaos of the voices, who were giving orders in the midst of a battle, crying out as they’re blasted to bits, or begging for help.

My heart aches for these people, but I have to keep reminding myself that they aren’t real. They’re just the Force trying to lead me astray, testing me.

I find through all the chaos, under all the screams and voices, that small chime, so I refocus myself and shake off my emotions enough to move toward the path of the chime.

Then…I hear something that stops me in my tracks.

My mother, gasping for breath as if someone was choking her, the sound of a lightsaber stabbing, and her breathing going quiet, her final words too quiet for me to hear, but I know she’s dying.

I whirl, eyes prickling with tears.

Of course, there’s no one there. Only the horrid sound of my mother drawing her last breath.

I can’t help it and take off, tears blurring my vision. “Mom!” I scream but there’s no answer, no voices.

Wait…no voices! I have to get control of myself! This was just leading me astray again!

I stumble to a halt and find myself right at the point I broke through the wall. In fact, I'd come close to falling down the slope again.

Luckily, I am able to jump back a bit and regain my footing.

I wipe my eyes. It wasn’t real. There was nothing there…my mother is fine. She’s on Mandalore. She’s safe.

I’ll see her soon, I just know it!

With that bit of comfort, I refocus on the task at hand, and suddenly everything is quiet. There are no more distractions.

I run back to the split and down the path of the chime, finding a dead end with a small glowing crack in the ice.

I take a few deep breaths, and then focus on my connection to the Force, and picture the crystal moving toward me, hearing the ice cracking and then the crystal is in my hand. I examine it briefly. It was a genuine crystal and I slip it into my pocket before running back down the path I’d come, not looking back, focusing on getting out to the entrance.

Soon enough, I’m back at the large area shortly before the entrance, and I have to dodge out of the way of Roman, who’s running as if something is chasing him.

“The door’s gonna be frozen shut soon!” Is all he says. I run after him and we come out of the door, realizing it was just barely above our heads. It was lower than I thought it would be…

“Welcome back, Younglings!” Master Fisto calls, and I realize Roman and I are the fourth and fifth Younglings back. That means there are still 2 Younglings in the caverns.

Luckily, Anakin was here, so I walk over.

He seems…a bit shaken, so I give him a smile. “Congratulations!” I greet. “You got your crystal!”

“That wasn’t easy.” He murmurs, then shakes himself. “Glad to see you got your crystal, too, Astoria.”

I nod toward a more secluded spot and Anakin follows me there. “You saw your mother, didn’t you?” I ask softly.

Anakin winces, then nods. “I still miss her. I miss her so much it hurts!”

“I know, Anakin. I miss my mother, too. I kept hearing these weird voices, some I think I know and some I didn’t, but they kept trying to lead me down another path. Then, right when I thought I had it under control and was about to go get my crystal…I heard my mother dying.”

“I heard mine calling my name. She needed me. She was in pain!”

I nod. “I know, Anakin.” I give him a hug. He’d told me that he was taken to the temple later than most Younglings. So late, in fact, that the Council very nearly didn’t let him start his training, but through certain circumstances involving Master Qui-Gon Jinn’s death and Uncle Obi’s promise to him to train Anakin, he was allowed to be Obi-Wan’s Padawan and start his training. “I’m so sorry. I hope it was just the Force tricking us.”

Our stories were similar but not the same; I was taken to the Temple at 5 years old, and Anakin at 8. I could visit my mother sometimes and call her, but Anakin couldn’t. With his mother still a slave on Tattoine, there was nothing Anakin could do. He wasn’t far enough in his training.

“...Thanks, Astoria.” Anakin murmurs, returning my hug.

We stay hugging for a few minutes, then Anakin lets go so we rejoin the others.

Some of the group seem a bit rattled but none of them failed to get their lightsaber crystal, so Fisto has us all gather and we file in, my hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“I see you have emerged from the trial victorious, young ones!” Master Fisto congratulates, smile wide and arms outstretched. “Wonderful! I understand it may have been harder on some than others, but rest easy in the knowledge that you succeeded in this task and are one step closer to becoming Jedi. Now, let us return to the Temple. On the flight back, we will construct your lightsaber hilts. Be aware that the difficulty of the training will increase now, and will continue to increase until it culminates in a tournament where you will display what you have learned and the potential for a Jedi Master taking you as Padawan is at its highest.”

I’d nearly forgotten about the tournament, to be honest. I wasn’t old enough until recently. With my 13th birthday coming up, I’d be undergoing the tournament in a few years and after that, with luck, I’ll begin training under a Jedi Master.

I just had to be patient and learn what I can with my lightsaber before the tournament. I wonder if anyone will choose me as a Padawan, but I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see. No use speculating for a while.

Soon enough, we leave the temple in high spirits that even the howling wind and cold couldn’t dampen. We chat and tell each other what we saw in the caverns as we get some food in the main area.

Professor Hyuang comes out and seems as excited as we are to get started on our lightsabers.

In fact, we were all so eager to start making our lightsabers, the hours passed in a blur.

I decide to close my eyes as I explore the lightsaber parts the Professor brought out. I grabbed here and there and finally, I felt I had enough.

“Professor?” I ask.

“Yes, my friend?”

I show him my collection. “Is this everything I need?” I ask politely.

“Hmmm…” He pokes through my parts and nods. “Yes, I believe it is. Well done!” He’s then asked to look over another Youngling’s parts and off he goes.

“Well done, Astoria.” Comes Master Fisto’s voice beside me.

I jump. “Ah! You scared me!” I squeak, heart beating in my ears.

Master Fisto chuckles. “It was unintentional, I assure you.” He then nods toward my pile of parts. “I saw you collect these. You are making great strides in your connection to the Force, young one.” He congratulates.

“Thank you, Master Fisto!” I smile at him. “I just…grabbed what I thought was right.”

“And you chose to trust the Force. That is no easy task, at times.” He eyes my parts again. “What an intriguing combination, Astoria. I have never seen that style of pommel with that main hilt and blade emitter.” He notes, nudging the mentioned parts with his fingers.

“Is that…bad?” I ask timidly.

“No, no! Not at all! I had just never seen it before, that’s all.” He shrugs.

Professor Hyuang then calls for our attention and I have to listen. I wanted to talk to Master Fisto about what I heard this morning, but maybe that’s best saved for later…

The Professor was joined by Master Fisto and the pair begin to explain how the Force can aid us in building our lightsabers, creating a weapon we will grow to depend on in our training and beyond.

We all gather our parts and begin sitting in a circle, cross-legged and ready to assemble our parts.

Professor Hyuang sets up a hologram of how the lightsaber parts should be assembled, then Fisto instructs us to trust the Force and create our lightsabers.

I close my eyes, seeking my parts through the Force. I find them, and begin lifting them all, moving them to fit the diagram.

The hilt forms, then the energy core, my crystal tucked securely inside. After that, I form the blade emitter, from the focusing ring to the main hilt, to finally the emitter itself.

From there, it‘s a matter of adding a few screws to keep everything in place and I am done, my lightsaber falling gently into my ready hands.

It is a thing of beauty, gleaming in the artificial light of the ship, reflecting the blue of the hologram nicely as I inspect my handiwork.

“I see we already have a few finished lightsabers.” Professor Hyuang muses happily as he walks around, giving his own inspection to the half of the group that had constructed their lightsabers.

He finally reaches me, and I hand him my lightsaber, feeling a bit nervous I’d messed something up.

“So close, dear. Just invert that section of the energy core” He points to the part of the hologram he meant “and you will have your weapon. Very impressive looking, I must say. Good work, young one!” Is the praise I get. I start unscrewing the parts of the lightsaber. I invert the parts of the core needed and reassemble everything.

I notice Professor Hyuang off talking to Roman about his lightsaber, so I wait patiently before walking over.

“Got it fixed, then?” The professor asks happily, turning to me.

“I think so.” I reply, handing him my lightsaber for a second time.

He looks it over and hands it back. “Marvelous! You have your weapon, young one!”

I smile. “Thank you!”

“It’s always a pleasure instructing future Jedi.” He seems to smile at me, patting my shoulder before moving to help other younglings.

“That is a lightsaber to be proud of, Astoria.” Master Fisto says when I show him.

“Thank you!” I try some swings with it deactivated. “I can’t wait to test it out!”

“It is a tool to use only when needed, Astoria.” He reminds me gently.

“Yes, Master.” I bob my head. Then I remember what Master Fisto had said this morning.

“Something on your mind, young one?”

I glance around. “Um…”

“You’d rather we talked in private, hmm?”

I nod. “If we can.”

“Of course. This way.” He leads me to what I assume is his quarters. “Now, what troubles you, young one?”

“Well…” I shift my feet. I wouldn’t be in trouble for accidentally eavesdropping, would I? “I may have accidentally overheard you and the Professor talking this morning. Just the last bit! Ab-about me…”

“I see.” He chuckles. “You wonder if what we said is true?”

I nod. “I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped. I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, young one. It was bound to be revealed at some point in your life. It is true that you are only the second Mandalorian Jedi recorded in history, but don’t let it trouble you. There are other species who do not develop a connection to the Force often.”

“I know, but…does it change anything? In my training? In the way the Counsel treats me?”

“Oh, Astoria.” I am scooped up in a hug. “You are welcome in the Jedi Order with open arms!” He sets me down and ruffles my hair. “I am sorry you felt troubled by the discussion this morning, but let those feelings wash away with the knowledge that you are valued in the Jedi Order for more than your birthplace.”

I nod, feeling a bit better. “Thank you, Master Fisto.” I hadn’t even realized how troubled I was about being only the second recorded Mandalorian Jedi until now. But I do feel those emotions subsiding as Master Fisto guides me back to everyone else.

I was a part of the Jedi Order and a Mandalorian. I had to find balance and peace with that as I continue my training.

Hopefully, it won’t be too hard…and then I’ll be a Padawan, out on adventures with a wise Jedi Master!

I can hardly wait!

#Fanfiction #Star Wars #SW #Tale of Astoria Kenobi #Obi-wan #Satine #Obitine #Anidala #SW OC #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #Jedi OC #Uses both Clone Wars and the movies

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rotschild · 4 years

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Claiming Obi-Wan was 15 on his year on the run on Mandalore feels like just another Scandalore cover-up attempt.

#obitine #obi wan/satine #scandalore #who are you trying to fool

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resistancepilots · 7 years

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a Compilation of some of my favorite sw ridiculousness:

scandalore !! always and Forever (in order)

the war between mandalore and naboo (in order)

obi wan and the 212th raise his kid (in order)

business plans for dirty drinks and punny popsicles (in order)

jedi bts: a documentary (in order)

seductive gardener anakin (in order)

obi wan and his plunging necklines (in order)

space pirate maul aka the One (1) non-obi thing jadks listen his backstory is Awful and we have 2 fix it (in order)

sad hermit and murder hermit (in order)

three human disasters help raise anakin (in order)

accidental space pirate obi !! (in order)

crechestan (in order)

an abundance of kenobis (in order)

copadawans obi and anakin (in order)

jedi happy hour (in order)

space snapchat (in order)

212th force ghost party (in order)

obi wan the kitchen menace (in order)

obi wan is gifted a moon !!!! (in order)

jedi fundraising !!! my FAVE (in order)

bonus mention for this and the original hibiscus thirst post that Never Fails to bring me Joy

#sw #housekeeping things #and also a dirty ploy to get some of my fave cracky things going dakjs #txt #i only meant to mention a few but i started going through the sw tag and suddenly there r 3204924 faves goSH #smth for the #happy tag #bc we all need that #i def didn't catch/reblog everything tho be warned

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raineydaywrites · 7 years

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Dark Scandalore au

Okay so I’m too tired to write a full fic and also tumblr has already swallowed this post once, but I want to get down some thoughts about sad scandalore.

- at the beginning it goes much like it did in canon. The Council gets Satine’s message for Obi Wan and are like, “we can’t interfere isn’t an internal matter.” Obi Wan goes anyway.

- he’s concerned because he asked Satine to be careful, but not high key worried yet because he doesn’t know about Maul.

- on the way there in the Twilight he tries to contact Korkie because he knows he’s running with the Nite Owls, but can’t get through. He figures it will work out anyway.

- from there it goes much the same, he steals Death Watch armor, breaks Satine out, they try to leave in the Twilight, it is explodes and maul shows up.

- they get dragged to the throne room and his worry goes up a few notches, but still he’s been through so much and survived all of it and he thinks- he really thinks they’ll make it out okay.

- then maul starts his spiel, chokes Satine and pulls out the dark saber. This is when Obi Wan realizes one of them isn’t going to make it.

- he tries to goad maul into attacking him instead, hoping that he can keep the collateral damage to a minimum, but it doesn’t really work because though maul has a temper, he sees right through Obi Wan right now.

- don’t make me say it.

- okay, so we know what happens next, Satine dies. Her confession goes slightly differently because they are married not just pining from afar, but she still thinks it would b good to remind him that she loves him.

- that’s when it hits. The Dark. He doesn’t Fall, no, he’s not the type, but it’s a closer call than it was in canon (not that it was super close, but you get what I mean). He’s so angry with Maul for what he’s done, he’s grieving, he’s terrified of having to tell Korkie what happened…. it’s a bad time for Obi.

- he pushes it back, reminds himself of his training and tries to breathe through the /pain/ he’s feeling.

- ( he remembers Anakin asking him why he needed the twilight, offering to come along, and his own refusal because he didn’t want to get Anakin in trouble, because two Jedi acting together is less forgivable in the eyes of the Council and Senate than one, and he /regrets/ )

- he’s dragged out by the death watch and saved by the Nite Owls. Korkie is with them. Obi Wan dreads telling him, but he does, finds a moment, because his son deserves to know what happened. He hears a quiet gasp from the people around them, and Bo-Katan turns away from them, grieving.

- he’s afraid Korkie will blame him (force knows he blames himself) but Korkie just looks unbelievably sad, like when he was a little kid and they told him why he couldn’t call Obi Wan “Dad” in public.

- they hold each other for a moment and try not to cry because now is not the time, now it is time to escape. Obi Wan tries to convince Korkie to leave Mandalore with them, but Korkie is his fathers son and he won’t leave people behind who need him. Besides where in the galaxy could he go?

- so obi wan leaves. He pilots a course back to Coruscant, makes himself a cup of tea, and then he falls out of battle mode and has nothing to distract him from what has happened.

- in canon I think he held it together, maybe shed a few tears, but he reminded himself of all he’s learned and pushes it down deep.

- in this au, oh he breaks. He loved his wife dearly and now she’s gone, at the hands of his old enemy and he /breaks/

- he makes it back to the Temple, where he is scolded harshly but the Council, though it doesn’t know the truth, knows he cared about Satine and let’s him go off to his apartment, figuring he can meditate on her death and move on.

- He walks numbly through the Temple and considers. He’s always figured he’d leave the Order one day, when the war is over and they don’t need him as much, but now, where would he go? And so he realizes he can’t let on how much he cared for Satine because it will ruin the only thing he has left going for him.

- Anakin is in his apartment when he gets there, and that was not anticipated, he thought he’d be able to be alone again. Instead, he makes a pot of tea, hands shaking as he pours Anakin a cup, and Anakin can tell something’s off but he doesn’t know what.

- Obi Wan’s voice breaks when he tells Anakin what happens. (Must fix that, he thinks, and he does, repeating the fact that Satine is dead later that night over and and over until he can say the words without emotion.)

- Anakin doesn’t know the whole truth yet, but he knows Obi Wan cared and he’s a good friend, offering him whatever he needs. Obi Wan says he would like some space.

- he spends the rest of the evening trying to meditate, but this familiar action is little comfort now though it does help a little. He just can’t seem to focus!

- that night he lies down to go to sleep and he can’t. He knows why. He’s spent countless nights alone because of the situation they’re in, but he has had nights where he missed Satine and wanted to be with her. He usually holocalled her and talked with her and that helped, but there is no comfort now.

- the next day is even worse because he’s gotten little to no sleep and everyone know he went on an unsanctioned mission to save his friend and failed, and are offering their remorse over the death of his “friend.” It’s the only time he feels like a proper grieving husband- a widower, he realizes with another pang

- he blames himself. Maybe if he hadn’t married her none of this wouldn’t have happened. If he hadn’t been so obvious with his emotions Maul wouldn’t have killed her (he’s wrong, even if they’d stayed apart this still would have happened, but there’s no one to tell him that.)

- everyone can tell he’s not dealing with this the way a Jedi is supposed to deal with losing a friend (and there’s a reason for that, he’s dealing with this as a man who lost his wife). Weeks later and he still looks like death warmed over. No one can get him to talk about it except Anakin. So everyone goes to him with their concerns.

- Anakin confronts him one day, and Obi Wan tells him the truth. Anakin is shocked and horrified. Obi Wan thinks the latter is because Obi Wan has revealed himself to be a hypocrite but Anakin’s soft “you lost your wife?” a moment later proves that to be untrue. Obi Wan expects Anakin to tell the Council and for him to be kicked out of the Order, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care right now. He needs his friend to help him.

- Anakin refuses to say a word to anyone about what he and Obi Wan talked about that day, but everyone agrees it helped. That doesn’t mean it’s over though.

- /everything/ reminds him of her, even things that reasonably shouldn’t, but she’s never far from his mind these days. He finds himself trying not to cry at the strangest times and his mind feels blurred, like he’s staring at the world through a curtain.

- eventually he’s reassigned to the field, and the 212th can tell something’s up, and they have an inkling what it is.

- Obi Wan holds himself tighter and looks a little colder and fights just a touch too hard until one day Cody sits him down and admits that he knew Obi Wan and Satine were involved. Obi Wan gets a chance to talk about Satine to someone for once because all the Jedi expect him to push it aside, but the clones have no such qualms.

- and he probably talks to Padme about it too because like, they’re friends and she knew Satine and it helps

- I can’t decide if this makes Anakin easier to turn or harder, because Anakin and Obi Wan are closer here, so making Anakin think of Obi Wan as an enemy is harder, but also, Anakin has now seen what it did to his friend to lose his wife, felt just a part of his pain through their bond and its worse than he imagined and he’ll do anything to avoid that.

And yeah. That’s my thoughts. ;) @forcearama how do like my twisting of your happy au? I know Star Wars doesn’t need any help to be sad, but like, when the opportunity arrives take it.

#obi wan kenobi #obitine #satine kryze #scandalore #dark Scandalore au

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i-aim-to-overanalyze · 7 years

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Vows

So, I’ve been seeing an AU called Scandalore started by @forcearama play out on my dashboard all day long and I must say, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT. I love Obitine and so I love this AU to bits. Throughout this whole thing, I’ve been wondering things such as, how much does Korkie knows? Not to mention the implications of Anakin meeting Satine at an earlier age. Did he constantly tease Obiwan about her? Or what about the Mandalore arc in this AU? Perhaps not only was Satine frustrated with the clone wars but the fact her HUSBAND was participating in it, making the fight between the two much more of a big deal. But did I write about any of the above? NOPE. Here, have 1.4k of how these two ended up secretly wed in the first place.

When Satine starts throwing up in the morning, she dismisses it as her illness of the month. Satine has never been the peak of Mandalorian health. Her immune system has always taken harder hits than most, and it is one of the many reasons her opponents have used against her ascend to leader of the houses.

But it goes longer than it should, and when she is finally persuaded to see a medical droid, it appears to be something far more drastic.

“You are pregnant.” The droid announced stoically.

“Pregnant?” Satine’s heart starts beating wildly.

The medical droid starts rattling on about the medical definition of being pregnant but the duchess tunes him out. She can’t be pregnant. Not right now. She has just reached a tentative peace among all of Mandalore–she knows there is still pockets of groups who are waiting for any first sign of weakness. A child with a Jedi father would cause a massive scandal. Many willingly overlooked her Jedi protectors, but none would be willing to overlook the fact she conceived a child with one of them. Mandalore’s hatred for Jedi still ran strong in some houses.

She knows what she must do. She must sacrifice the child for the sake of peace. She knows this, and yet her mind can’t help traveling back to Obiwan. She remembers the time he played with some children in a village they spent a few days in. How his eyes gleamed as he patiently answered each one of their numerous questions. He would be a great father, she knows it.

She thinks long and hard about the issue, before coming to a conclusion.

Drawing a deep breath, she wipes the medical droid’s memory before dismissing it from the room. She then reaches for her comm and clicks on the senior padawan’s contact.

“Sa-satine?” He asks, a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected her to contact him after the dust had settled and she retained her status as rightful Duchess of Mandalore.

She seemed adamant in the two ceasing contact with one another. It was perhaps for the best, as painful as it was for him. She was a duchess and he a Jedi. Both had duties to uphold, and had no time for attachments to distract them from their goals.

“Satine, are you alright?” He questions after she doesn’t respond the first time.

On the outside, she looked relatively fine. No one except her closest confidants would notice her that her hairpiece was slightly crooked and the vacant stare in her eyes.

“Obiwan, how I wish you were by my side,” Her voice cracked, but she continued on, “Something unexpected has come up, and I am unsure how to proceed.”

“What is it?” He asked, growing increasingly worried, “Are you being threatened again? I’m sure the Republic wouldn’t mind–”

“It’s not like that,” She interrupts, shaking her head, “It’s a completely different it’s–I’m pregnant, Obiwan.”

Oh. OH.

“with my child?” He asks weakly, collapsing onto his chair in a startled heap.

“Of course, your child, Obiwan Kenobi,” She says in a scandalized tone, but she smiles gently despite it.

His emotions are set ablaze and he does his best to calm himself. He can sense Qui Gon’s confusion across their training bond and attempts to briefly reassure him before turning his attention upon Satine once more.

“What do you plan to do?” He asks softly.

“I can’t have a child,” Satine confesses, “I shouldn’t. It’s something that my opponents would use against me–”

“I understand.” He quickly says, lowering his head, “Jedi are pledged to protect all lives, no matter how small. But I understand if–”

“You don’t understand,” She cuts in, “I shouldn’t have a child and yet–I cannot bring myself to terminate my pregnancy in order to buy peace. I cannot. I will hide my pregnancy from public’s eyes if I must. But Obiwan…”

Her voice halts sharply as she lets her guard down for a moment and gazes at him. She is sharp and strict and fierce but she is so much more than that. She is kind and patient and selfless. Obiwan doesn’t know a lot about mothers, but he senses she would make a fine one.

“I understand you are a Jedi, that your duties lie elsewhere. I respect whatever decision you make,” Her eyes fall away from his face, unwilling to make eye contact, “I–I don’t know quite know how to say it but I have loved you from the moment you came to my aid a year ago on Kalevala.”

“Satine,” He reaches out, wishing desperately to caress her cheek, “You–you know I feel the same. Had you asked me earlier to leave the Jedi Order, I would have right and then there.”

A smile emerges onto her face as something runs down her cheek. A tear, he realizes. “Do you still feel the same?” She asks.

“I do.” He bows her head, “I hope you would still have me, Duchess.” He takes her relieved laughter as a sign of acceptance.

He doesn’t resign from the Jedi Order right then and there, as promised. Tensions in Mandalore are still running high and he reluctantly agrees with Satine to wait a little longer until it cools down. Still the two are secretly wedded. It is a very private wedding, held within the House of Kyrze.

Jedi, of course, don’t have any wedding traditions so they follow the traditions of the Mandalores. She explains that their wedding is not unusual by normal Mandalore standards. Weddings are often simple functions attended by only the Houses of the two parties involved. It is only in ruling houses such as Kyrze that weddings tend to be more extravagant.

“It is…not uncommon for two ruling houses to arrange a marriage to keep the peace between them.” She explains, “My parents were an arranged marriage.”

Qui Gon never questions Obiwan when he returns to the Temple late from a solo mission. He wonders if his master knows, but if he does, he keeps silent on the matter. Qui Gon had given him the usual lecture of attachments when he noticed him growing close with Satine but had otherwise kept his mouth shut.

He slowly works up the courage to tell Qui Gon, but by the time he’s ready, it’s already too late.

He calls Satine, late in the night, after he safely made sure Anakin is tucked into bed. The two are given private quarters in the Theed palace and he is currently hiding in the room’s closet. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair disheveled as he tries to slow his breathing.

The hologram flickers, as Satine comes into view. She’s dressed in one of her court outfits, which meant he probably disrupted a meeting of some sort.

“Hello Satine,” He smiles weakly, “I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Obiwan, what’s happened?” She asks, her eyes seized with worry.

At the sound of her voice, he breaks down crying and it takes him a moment to regain his composure enough to tell her. He tells her everything, from the start of the crisis, to hiding out in Tatooine and to facing the sith lord on Naboo.

“I–I made a promise to him before he died,” Obiwan’s voice trembled, “That I would train the boy–Anakin. The Council is inducting him into the Order and is willing to let me train him, Satine.”

Obiwan’s eyes skirts around her gaze as he whispers quietly, “I understand Satine, if you wish to dissolve our union.”

He almost wants her to. She doesn’t deserve to keep their marriage secret for whatever amount of years it takes to train Anakin up. It has only been one year, and yet he can see the strain the secrecy places on their marriage. Rarely can they see one another face to face, let alone comm each other.

Obiwan is stretched thin between his alliances and one will collapse sooner than later.

“Obiwan, look at me,” Satine asks–no–demands and he looks up to her regal features.

Even with the blueish hue of the holo, her beauty shines through.

“On Mandalore, we treat vows with the utmost respect,” She says sternly, “If you made a vow to your master, Obi, then I will not stand in your way. But know you still have a vow to me, and I am waiting for you to fulfill it one day.”

#star wars #sw #scandalore #obiwan kenobi #satine kyrze #obitine #my writing #tfw you impulse write 1k of this new AU you just found rather than writing on your current fanfics #this au is honestly everything i couldve hoped and dreamed for though

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cacchieressa · 7 years

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@silveronthetree and I were talking about Scandalore (which is a hilarious and awesome AU you should check out if you haven’t already), and I was like, "Anakin: an inconvenient padawan" and she said, "that sounds like a Regency romance," which was totally my intention! (I mean, you have met me, right?)

And then we started trying to figure out how to do a Star Wars Regency AU - who would it be about? And she said she was thinking about Devil's Cub (my favorite Heyer!) and I was like, you could do Han/Leia with that, with Leia as Vidal and Han as Mary (her: "Han is certainly the sort to follow through with a blaster shot..."), and then I was like, you know who is perfectly suited to a Regency AU? Obi-Wan/Satine.

Picture it: Mandalore, fifteen(?) years ago - Obi-Wan and Satine spent a year together on the run from assassins! and then they meet again in the present! and people are still trying to kill them! but now they're supposed to be respectable adults doing respectable adult things like dancing and flirting in ballrooms and meeting in the political arena where her outré views are ridiculed and he'll do anything to protect her!

silveronthetree: Regency would be perfect for Obi-Wan and Satine. The pining! The flirting across the dance floor. The potential scandal. So good

me: the way she would rap his forearm with her fan, and he would hold her too tightly during the waltz!

silveronthetree: And all the hissed under their breath arguments on the dance floor.

me: ooh, maybe anakin and padme would elope and obi-wan and satine would go after them to save them from the scandal

silveronthetree: Oh they absolutely would!

me: and of course, obi-wan and satine get caught in the same scandal and anakin is like, i think you're the one who has to get married, obi-wan; ahsoka and all of padme's handmaidens were with us the whole time!

silveronthetree: Forced on a road trip but this time without the somewhat dubious chaperoning of qui-gon

me: YES

silveronthetree: There has to be a duel though. I mean this is Obi-Wan. Or was that what pulled them apart in the first place? Satine couldn't countenance a duel for her honour or something

me: ooh yes! she was going to ask him to stay! and he would have! but after it was all over and she thought she was safe but then there was some random dude who tried to start rumors about her virtue(?) and obi-wan dueled the guy - "I didn't kill him, satine, why are you so upset? he only lost a hand!" and satine is like, "you cannot maim everyone who spreads rumors about me, obi-wan!"

silveronthetree: He's secretly all yes I can!

me: yes! and so they part on cranky terms rather than stay together, and over the years, Obi-Wan thinks fondly of her but thinks he probably made the right decision - they would have killed each other if they'd stayed together, and he's a good jedi!

And then they meet again!

silveronthetree: Oooh. So why do they meet?

me: well, the clone wars is still happening? like the peninsular war? because then it could be at some sort of peace conference that fails OR ooh ooh could there be something like the duchess of richmond's ball? where he has to run off to battle from the dance floor? and she's like, don't get yourself killed obi-wan! i still have arguments we need to settle!

silveronthetree: Obi-wan in knee breeches and he keeps leaving his greatcoat or jacket in random places and shocking everyone by his improper dress

me: ahahaha yes! and anakin is just like,"master, could you please keep your clothes on in company? padme's family thinks we're bad ton."

silveronthetree: And Obi-Wan flushes because he doesn't mean to but at the next ball he has to rescue someone and there his coat goes again

So I guess the question is - is this set in the romance novel version of Regency England, or should it be set in the GFFA with Regency social values/mores/etc.? I am leaning towards the latter but am still trying to figure out how to make that work.

Obviously it would have to be titled "Half-Truths and Hyperbole."

(other ideas: Obi-Wan and Anakin as Elinor and Marianne Dashwood, with Satine as Edward Ferrers and Padme as Colonel Brandon; or Obi-Wan as Captain Wentworth and Satine as Anne.)

#silveronthetree #we make our own fun #star wars #star wars au #obi-wan x satine #regency au #random text post #things that should exist #you should totally write that #or i should anyway

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teenagecriminalmastermind · 6 years

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@letitrainathousandflames @porg-hub-dot-com would you guys join if I created a Clone Wars discord? Or just a Star Wars discord in general?

#star wars #the clone wars #obitine #anidala #mandalore scandalore

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coruscant-clickbait · 4 months

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hayden christensen saying that playing anakin made him want to come back to acting

don't mind me i'm just crying in a corner

#star wars #coruscant-clickbait #mandalore scandalore #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #he is too good for this godforsaken fandom

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one-last-pickleback · 1 year

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Din knows how to keep the spice alive in a relationship which is why he's always getting captured.

#dinbo #mandalore scandalore #the mandalorian

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kanerallels · 7 months

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I would be overjoyed to know anything you want to tell me about the happiness AU because It Sounds Delightful

Oh it would be MY PLEASURE to share about it!! Thank you so much for asking, friend! Some fun facts for you

(edit: just so y'all know, none of this is actually published. If you have questions about why, feel free to ask me!)

Kanan, Hera, and the rest of the Ghost crew work finding Force sensitive children and bringing them into the Order

This is how they find Ezra, more or less. Chaos is involved

Obi-Wan and Satine are high key married, and have a kid. The Council doesn't know about this yet, but Obi-Wan is planning to retire once he's done training Leia

Kanan still gets blinded, but it involves Maul, a stolen ship, and lots of explosives

Ezra gets framed for murder one time

The Ghost crew meets Jyn and the rest of the Rogue One crew when Ezra and Jyn get captured by a group of slavers, and when both crews comes to rescue them, Jyn punches Kanan in the face cause she thinks he's one of the bad guys

There is a fic called the Mandalore Scandalore (can't take credit for the title, I found it on Pinterest somewhere) and the plot is pretty much just "how many people can I make wear Mandalorian armor also Anakin and Bo-Katan pick fights constantly. And Hera's the only brain cell"

I accidentally predicted Kanan working with the Bad Batch like a year before it actually happened and I'm way too proud of it

There's a scene where Hera goes to visit her family and takes Kanan with her. They're not in a relationship yet technically she just wants him to come with. That is not what her parents assume

#thanks for the ask!!#the happiness au #man this one is so fun #and is some of the first fan fic i ever wrote #star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #ezra bridger #jyn erso #darth maul #obitine #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze

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the-lupine-sojourner · 4 years

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The Tale of Astoria Kenobi [Prologue] [Obitine and Anidala featured] [Dad!Obi-Wan/Daughter!OC]

Please be aware before you read this that I am by no means an expert at all things Star Wars, much as I would like to be.

So please understand that there are more than likely errors in what I've written, especially with the timeline.

Please don't jump down my throat, as the errors are unintentional. I tried to make it as accurate as I could, with my current understanding of the Star Wars lore. If you spot anything wrong, please gently point it out so I can correct it and be patient with me. I'm still learning the lore.

Okay so the initial post I made about Astoria got some interest, so I’m putting in an impromptu taglist. Let me know if you want to be added!

Tagging: @forcearama who created the Scandalore/Obitine Secret Marriage AU I’m using in this story, @elite-guard-hardygal for being the first to express interest in my OC, @sunshineisdelightful for being supportive about my Obitine baby lol, and @fwtcanimelover for also being interested in being tagged in this fic.

You guys honestly helped me not be as nervous about diving into this story.

Anyway, I will let you guys read the story now and I hope you all enjoy it!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(I think I’ll let this GiF kinda serve as the cover, I guess. I love it!)

Meetings in back alleys and secluded corners of Mandalore was not uncommon, a pair of hooded figures no exception as they near each other.

"Is it true?" A man's voice asks, simple hooded robe around his shoulders, the hood lowered as he addresses the woman before him, who smiles in greeting as she lowers her own, more ornate, hood.

The woman, Duchess Satine of Mandalore, knew what this meant, for both of them, but she didn't care. It was well worth it.

"...Yes, love. It is. I'm 3 months along now."

The breath the Padawan before her, Obi-Wan Kenobi, releases is full of terror of the unknown, wonder at the power of creation, and anxiety about their next move.

The man she loved was always so conflicted, it seems. She puts a comforting hand on his cheek. "Darling, we'll work it out. Somehow." She assures him, wishing she knew the words to ease his worries and fears.

"I fear this is an impossible task."

"Nonsense. We've been married six months now and no one's the wiser, not even your Master Qui Gon."

That was a valid point, but Obi-Wan suspected Qui Gon either knew or was growing suspicious.

There was another problem Obi-Wan saw arising in the future… "But when the child is older, when they connect with the Force, how will we-?"

"You once said the Force connects with random people, correct? If that is so, we'll pretend it is a miracle and she'll report to the Jedi Temple for training. She'll be- -"

"It's a girl?" Obi-Wan asks, breathless, hardly aware he was interrupting in his excitement at the news.

His hand goes to feel the slightly swollen stomach, eyes on his wife's abdomen as if to see his growing child.

Satine smiles serenely, hand over her husband's. "Yes. I just found out the gender myself, actually. And if she is to be a Jedi, I'll act as if I have no idea how she developed these powers."

Much as he wanted that to be enough, Obi-Wan knew better, his smile faltering before leaving altogether. "That won't work. The Council will know as soon as she steps foot in the Temple." He takes a breath. "I fear they could already have their suspicions."

Satine breathes a heavy sigh. She loved Obi-Wan, truly she did, but he could be rather paranoid sometimes. "We won't feed any rumors. We'll act innocent."

Obi-Wan smiles almost sadly, knowing it won't do much, if anything, to delay the truth coming out.

But, for Satine's sake, he could act like it would work.

So he puts a tender hand on her cheek, easing her in for a kiss. "Let's hope that's enough."

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"Mommy mommy!" A five-year-old voice cries out, the only warning Satine had before she was pounced on by her daughter, Astoria. "Wake up, Mommy!"

Satine groggily sits up. "What is it, Astoria?" She asks, rubbing her eyes as Astoria burrows almost painfully into Satine's lap.

"The funny man says there's a ship here. He says it's a Jedi ship." Satine's heart skips a beat. Obi-Wan wouldn't appear unannounced like this without something dreadful happening. He'd done this when Qui-Gon was killed and he was suddenly Knighted with a Padawan to train. She'd been woken up by him easing himself through her window. He'd arrived in the dead of night and snuck past her guards.

She hoped it wasn't too serious this time. "Really?" She asks, managing to keep a level voice, scooping her daughter up and setting her on the floor as she stands to get dressed.

"Yeah, but not Uncle Obi's ship." Over the brief five years Satine had been blessed with Astoria, she had always told Astoria that Obi-Wan was something of an uncle, since Obi-Wan was such a close friend of hers. The truth about Astoria's father was a topic Satine avoided almost at all costs, unwilling to have that conversation with her child yet.

It pained both Satine and Obi-Wan horribly to not be truthful with their daughter, but they agreed it was better for everyone that they not tell Astoria and maintain their lie.

"Oh?" Satine turns as the door opens to reveal the 'funny man' Astoria had mentioned. Astoria was still too young to fully understand why the armored men followed them around, and as such referred to the guards collectively as 'funny man'. Especially the captain, whose helmet seemed to amuse Astoria.

"Afraid not. A Jedi by the name of Master Fisto wishes to have an audience with you, my lady." The captain reports, having stepped into the room moments before. Satine is intrigued, but also has a gut feeling she knew why the Jedi had shown up so unexpectedly.

Hurriedly, she dresses in her usual green, purple, and blue outfit, wanting to appear presentable to the Jedi Master.

Then, she takes Astoria's hand and follows the captain to the throne room. There was a member of the Nautolan race, his tentacles serving as a kind of hair halfway down his back. He turns as the doors open and greets the Duchess and her daughter with a warm, wide smile, nodding and half-bowing in respect to Satine and waving kindly at Astoria.

"Ah, Duchess Satine, what an honor." He says with a deep, charming voice. His eyes were large and black, subtly unsettling at first, but his personality soon set Satine at ease.

"Master Jedi. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Satine asks, accepting a kiss on the knuckles from the Jedi, who seems to ooze manners and charisma.

"I'm afraid it's official Jedi business, madam. Regarding Astoria." Satine's heart skipped as Astoria, settled in her mother's lap as usual, looked at her mother with curious eyes.

Satine had known this day would come. Now came the part where she acted clueless.

"What about my daughter?" She asks and gets a feeling this Jedi knew that she knew what this was about, but humors her with an explanation.

"Are you aware of the Force?" He asks.

"In some aspects, yes. I understand it's what you Jedi use to keep the peace, correct?" Satine replies. She'd picked up much of the Jedi customs during her time under Jedi protection and marriage to a Jedi Padawan, and didn't need to act like she didn't.

"Yes. The Force guides every living thing, and reveals those it has chosen to be future Jedi. Those who have a strong connection to the Force ought to be trained how to use it properly, at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant." Satine frowns, arms around Astoria protectively.

"And you believe my daughter has this connection to your Force?" She asks, knowing the answer. After all, there were already signs Satine had seen of the Force within her daughter.

Astoria had once drawn herself with Jedi robes on, saying she wanted to be just like Uncle Obi one day. She'd then stated that she could make things move like her 'uncle' and proceeded, after several moments of intense concentration, to make her drink move the short distance to her outstretched hand.

There were a few other instances of precise throwing of toys that shouldn't be possible in a girl her age.

How the Jedi knew Astoria had a Force connection was beyond the Duchess.

"We've seen it, Duchess." Master Fisto replies as if he had heard the Duchess' thoughts. "I understand your hesitance but believe me, it is in Astoria's best interest." He explains, and Satine reluctantly decides to hear him out before making any decision.

"How so?" She asks, "As I understand it, the Jedi go to unknown worlds and oftentimes are involved in combat and war. I hardly see how that is in Astoria's best interest."

"As a mother, I can only imagine how difficult this is for you." Fisto says placatingly and Satine could tell he meant every word. "However, we Jedi go through much training as younglings before we are assigned to a Master for further intense training. Astoria will not see combat for many years."

"Mommy, are we going to Coruscant?" Astoria asks excitedly. "Are we gonna see where Uncle Obi works?" Satine had explained briefly about Obi-Wan's status as a Jedi, referring to it as a job.

Astoria had heard of Coruscant, but had never left Mandolore.

"...I'm...not sure, darling." Satine replies, mind stormy with indecision. Kit Fisto hums to himself in thought.

"Perhaps the Counsel would allow you to come with Astoria and me, so you may see for yourself where Astoria will be staying and training." He suggests. "Would that help ease your conscience, Duchess?"

"If it could be done, that would greatly ease my mind." Satine concedes, thinking it highly unlikely the Jedi Counsel would allow an outsider, much less a Mandalorian, into their secret temple. Obi-Wan had told her how carefully the Temple was guarded.

Kit Fisto bows at the waist, smiling happily at this turn of events. "I will contact them right away, if you like."

Satine nods. Best to see what arrangements might be made for Satine going to the Temple or not before she made a decision. "Astoria and I must excuse ourselves for our breakfast. Perhaps you can join us when you are through with the Counsel?" She offers, wanting to make a fresh start between Mandalore and the Jedi. Kit Fisto smiles brightly.

"I would like that very much. I'll step outside for a few minutes, and join you shortly." Satine rises, nodding to the Jedi before walking out of the throne room.

"Can I bring my toy blaster?" Astoria asks excitedly as they walk. "I can show Uncle Obi!"

Satine chuckles. "We have to see what the Jedi says once he's talked to the Counsel, Astoria." She explains gently. "But if we do go to Coruscant, you may take your toy blaster. I cannot guarantee we will see your uncle, but if we do, I'm sure he'll love your toy."

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Kit Fisto, on the other side of the doors to the palace, chuckles to himself.

What he had thought was a simple negotiation for a future Jedi was turning out to be something very intriguing.

For one thing, the Duchess was surprisingly civil and courteous with the Jedi, beyond some understandable doubts about what he was suggesting.

For another, Astoria held a connection to the Force that surprised him. It felt...well, it felt exactly like the new Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi's connection.

That meant Obi-Wan had some explaining to do.

Fisto then had a realization; Satine and Obi-Wan, if they had indeed formed enough of an attachment to each other to have a child together, they would know better than to let anyone know of what they'd done.

Fisto found that he couldn't see himself turning them in. He rather liked Obi-Wan and didn't want to see the look on the boy's face when it was discovered that he had violated the Jedi Code. Especially since Obi-Wan had just lost his master and barely begun training that new Youngling, Anakin Skywalker.

Kit Fisto decided he would do what he could to make sure his friend's secret remained hidden.

His conference with the Counsel was short. They were in agreement that it was best for all parties if Satine came with her daughter to Coruscant. The tension between the Jedi and Mandalore had been high until Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been assigned to protect the new Duchess. If they wished for true peace, they had to be willing to make a few concessions.

Normally, the Force-sensitive child was brought back to the Temple without family members, but refusing to allow Satine, such a high-ranking official of Mandalore, to accompany her daughter may raise tensions again, undoing the progress made toward peace.

Fisto thanked the Counsel and once more entered the palace, asking a guard where Satine and Astoria would be eating breakfast.

A few minutes later, he found the pair eating and laughing together. He chuckled as he walked closer. "I have good news." He calls, and the laughter slowly dies. Satine motions for the Jedi to sit on her other side, across from Astoria, who smiles at him around a mouthful of fruit.

"Chew and swallow, Astoria." Satine orders gently before turning to Fisto. "They'll allow me to come with you and Astoria?"

"Yes, in the name of peace between Mandalore and the Jedi. You understand this is an exception to the rule."

Satine nods, unable to believe her luck. "Yes, I am sure. I will tell them how grateful I am when I meet them." She replies.

"I would hate for Astoria to have any trouble adjusting to life in the Temple. It seems harsh to separate you two immediately, given how old Astoria is." Kit Fisto continues, looking at Astoria kindly.

Satine frowns. "What is the average age of the children you bring to the Temple?" Obi-Wan mentioned he was very young when he was brought to the Temple, but he'd never given an exact age.

"I'm afraid it's a deal younger than Astoria is, but the Force doesn't always select the new generation of Jedi at the same ages. However, she is still young enough to begin her training."

"I see."

"Madam, if I may, I have watched a few classes of Younglings from arriving in the Temple to being selected by a Master. All of them have been treated very well and grow up with everything they need provided to them."

"I know, Master Jedi." Satine replies, eyes still sorrowful. "As a mother, however, it pains me that I won't see her grow up." Kit Fisto feels an immense sympathy for Satine. He knew it was a very difficult thing, giving your child away like this.

"Believe me, I understand how painful this must be, but there is hope. We are not forbidden from contacting our families if we choose. Astoria will be permitted to talk to you at fairly regular intervals, and even perhaps make a few visits."

Satine finds that comforting and nods. "Thank you."

Fisto smiles (an expression he used often, Satine notes). "Not at all, Duchess."

By noon, Astoria was ready to go. Fisto had explained that she would be provided Jedi robes, so there was no need to pack clothes. However, he conceded to let Astoria bring a few personal things and two pieces of jewelry.

Satine took off a necklace around her neck when they were left alone.

It was a simple crystal, purple in hue, and still in perfect condition. Obi-Wan had found the crystal, claimed it was a good luck charm, and strung it craftily on a strong chain, putting it on Satine when he first confessed attraction to her. It seemed fitting she pass it on to her daughter now.

"Come here, Astoria." Satine calls and Astoria comes over from deciding what three toys she'd bring. Astoria spots the necklace and seems to know her mother wanted to put it on her. "Your father would want you to have it." Satine says, remembering the way Obi-Wan had smiled at her as he proclaimed it would bring her good luck and protection.

"Really?" Astoria asks eagerly, drinking up any information about her father like a dry sponge.

"Yes. He is so proud of you, you know." Satine felt suddenly ready to cry, even though they would not be separated yet. She desperately wished Obi-Wan were here. He'd make this so much easier.

Astoria slips the necklace under her shirt before hugging her mom. "Thank you, Mommy!" She chirps and Satine felt the sadness temporarily ease as she hugs Astoria.

"Come along now, darling. Let's not keep Master Fisto waiting."

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The trip to Coruscant was rather uneventful. Kit Fisto was in his own ship and could not answer Satine's burning questions about what Astoria was getting into.

She did, however, have an opportunity to slip into a small side room and contact Obi-Wan to tell him the news.

"Darling, I have news." She says when he picks up. Obi-Wan smiles at her and walks a few paces, probably to get somewhere a tad more private.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Astoria and I are on our way to Coruscant." She says. Obi-Wan frowns.

"Is everything alright?" He asks.

"Quite. We had a visit from a Master Fisto, and it seems the day has come for Astoria to begin her Jedi training." Obi-Wan's eyes go wide. Neither of them had much of a clue as to what they'd actually do when the time came for Astoria to begin training.

"I see. Unfortunately, I won't be able to train her myself. I have Anakin to worry about." Satine nods. Obi-Wan had told her all about Anakin.

"Not to worry. Master Fisto assures me she'll be well looked after, no matter who she's trained by."

Obi-Wan nods. "Oh, I'm certain she'll fit right in here at the Temple." His eyes turn sad and Satine knows duty called. "I'm afraid I have something to take care of. Send me a signal when you make the final approach and I'll see if I can meet you." Satine nods, blowing a kiss in their traditional farewell before ending the transmission.

Suddenly, Satine didn't feel as upset and anxious as she had about this development. She'd soon see her darling husband, leaving their daughter in him and Fisto's more than capable hands.

Perhaps one day Astoria would learn the truth about who she was and would forgive her parents for their deception.

#Fanfiction #Star Wars #SW #Tale of Astoria Kenobi #Obi-Wan #Satine #Obitine #Anidala #SW OC #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #Jedi OC #Uses both Clone Wars and the movies

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