Chapter X – Soulmate Part I
Darkness had claimed the light of day several hours
prior. The night creatures stirred restlessly and
scampered along their path, the trees howled in the
passing wind yet nothing could intimidate this
particular man as he strolled along the bank of the
river. His hands clasped behind his back, he followed
the river’s edge, gazing at the water hoping to find
some answers, some kind of insight into his questions.
He reached up to scratch his reddish beard that was
speckled with gray then let his fingertips trace
across his forehead. An audible sigh escaped his mouth
as Obi-Wan continued to remain lost in his thoughts.
Not far ahead, he could see a large rock that seemed
to beckon to him, inviting him to rest his mind and
body – even as he reminisced back in time…
They had just returned from a routine patrol and
were quietly walking through the lush trees that were
a mainstay of Endor. Immense trees that reached high
into the sky, their branches swaying with the light
breeze, allowing a number of leaves to scatter onto
the ground. The Jedi and Padawan walked along a barely
visible path, each thought separate from one another.
Sakoya had proven herself to be an eager apprentice to
not only Obi-Wan but Master Yoda. At first he thought
the aged Master would refuse the petition, after all,
she was a grown woman but time and circumstance had
altered the diminutive Jedi’s opinion. Hundreds upon
hundreds of Jedi had been lost since the beginning of
the war with the Empire. Count Dooku had been
extremely thorough in eliminating Jedi across the
galaxy before he had ultimately met his demise through
Anakin Skywalker.
Although she was already an accomplished pilot, Anakin
had instructed her in the finer points of flying,
namely the X-Wings and it hadn’t been an arduous task.
Each of them assisted in training the woman whose past
had remained just that – her past. She refused all
inquiries sufficing to simply say her history was no
longer a part of her present. Her gentle soul belied
any thoughts of hidden corruption and Master Kenobi
found an inexplicable ease in her presence he couldn’t
deny.
The Jedi’s weapon – the elegant lightsaber, its
construction a requirement by each Padawan to prove
their proficiency and understanding with the Force.
While on a mission with Master Kenobi, Sakoya had come
upon an emerald so bedazzling she knew it was the one
to embed into her lightsaber and found a unique way to
acquire it. In a gesture of gratitude, Obi-Wan had
received an ornate box from the ruler on Rutan, who
supported the Alliance, for his successful mediation
to the heated debate. Not wishing to insult the
monarch, Obi-Wan graciously accepted the gift before
departing the planet. Upon opening the box after he
returned to Endor, the Jedi Master found himself in a
quandary over what to do with the precious jewels
contained within.
“Beautiful!” Sakoya beamed as she stared at the
sparkling jewels.
“They are stunning. I’m sure they can be used in place
of credits somehow to help the Alliance.” Obi-Wan
shrugged.
It was then that Sakoya espied the emerald. She picked
it up and examined it – brilliant in color and
flawless to her naked eye. “A perfect counterpart” she
whispered, “for my new lightsaber.”
The Jedi Master smirked in amusement. She may be a
Padawan but she’s still a woman, he silently mused.
“Is that all you require to finish your lightsaber?”
he questioned.
Sakoya barely heard the question and simply nodded her
head. Whether it was in response to Obi-Wan’s inquiry
or not, the Jedi Master had no idea. In spite of
himself, he smiled at her fascination and told her,
“You may have it.”
Sakoya’s head jerked up and she smiled brightly. “I-I
can? Oh, thank you Master Obi-Wan!” she exclaimed and
threw her arms around the Jedi’s neck, holding him
close. Suddenly embarrassed, she withdrew her arms and
backed away. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done
that.”
Finding himself flustered, Obi-Wan said, “I’ll take
this to Master Yoda.”
In the years that had passed since their first
meeting, Obi-Wan had grown very enamored of Sakoya
Jade...
The Jedi Master stopped a moment, trying to collect
his thoughts…a movement he found useless. Resigning
himself, he sat down and closed his eyes, wishing he
didn’t feel so inexplicitly alone. Yet am I? He
asked himself then smirked, recalling how he once
embraced solitude and welcomed the peace it brought to
him. A peace now turned into turmoil as that pleasure
had lost its comfort. His green eyes reflected the
conflict within and the ensuing battle of wills taking
place. As far back as he could remember, he found
contentment without emotional attachments, at least
ones of a romantic nature. Through the years of study
and growth at the Jedi Temple, he had formed many
friendships, though none as unique as the one he found
in Anakin Skywalker. Too many of the Jedi he
befriended had perished either from Count Dooku’s hand
or the Empire itself over the years. Was he destined
to such a solitary existence? Such thoughts plagued
him more every day…
Very unJedilike, Obi-Wan Kenobi, he would
chastise himself. Why am I doubting the will of the
Force?
Yet he watched his best friend and former Padawan – so
mollified all these years – and couldn’t help
contemplating if his life was incomplete. Am I
missing something so vital? Am I blind to my own
needs? Do I even know what those needs are? He
wondered. I’ve never had to deal with this type of
dilemma before, well, except for Anakin…he
reflected. Again, his thoughts drifted to a particular
woman with fiery red hair who had made his heart race
from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Never
before had someone unwittingly affected his heart or
mind, driving him forward to a point he couldn’t deny
or resist. He remembered the day well and it produced
a smile on his face…
The X-Wing’s engines whined down as the controls
were shut off and the canopy opened. Obi-Wan hurried
over to the fighter, expecting to see Anakin crawl out
and was greeted instead by a stunning woman whose eyes
captured his and held them fast.
Sakoya stared into the deep emerald pools before her,
unable to look away. “I-I’m sorry. You must be looking
for Jedi Skywalker.” She stammered in a sultry voice.
“Yes.” Obi-Wan answered, unwilling to break his hold
on her.
“H-he should be landing soon. He’s on the freighter…”
“Yes.”
Sakoya smiled brightly at the Jedi before her. She
didn’t know why but he suddenly felt familiar to her,
like she knew him from long ago. “I’m Sakoya Jade and
you are?” she inquired, her voice soft and subtle as
she climbed down from the X-Wing, managing to keep her
gaze locked on the Jedi Master.
Obi-Wan finally shook himself free of his mesmerizing
stare. “I do apologize. I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan
Kenobi.” Obi-Wan felt his cheeks flush. The turmoil in
his stomach was something new to him and it wasn’t
caused by sickness. He reached out his hand and placed
it in her own, emasculated by her touch. “Where is
Anakin?” He asked, already forgetting what she had
told him.
Sakoya took a deep breath; just the mere holding of
this man’s hand in a handshake had made her body
tingle. “H-he’s on the freighter. He asked me to fly
his ship here.” Sakoya reluctantly withdrew her hand,
embarrassed. She felt like a nervous young girl but
his touch simply intoxicated her. Oh, so smooth and
gentle, she shivered at the thought. “He mentioned
that I should be tested for Jedi training.”
Affirmation came over him as he nodded slightly. That
was the connection, Obi-Wan thought, I should have
known but her beauty captivated me and I sense such
tenderness in her soul. Obi-Wan tucked his thoughts
away into the safe confines of his mind. Still, he
felt an incredible connection to this woman he had
just met. Am I senile? How can I think this way after
just meeting her? Perhaps meditation is in order. Then
again, maybe I have been around Anakin too
long, he scolded himself and once again the
professional façade returned. “If Anakin believes you
should be tested then I will make the arrangements. In
the meantime, I will find some accommodations for
you.”
He reminisced about the events of that day, a day that
seemed to take place so long ago, and realized then –
as now – that his life had forever changed. Never once
did he encourage Sakoya Jade into a liaison with him
nor did she, although the electricity surrounding them
when they trained or were assigned missions together
was unmistakable. Reluctantly, he had always forced
his feelings, those damned emotions, he would
tell himself, into seclusion. His unvoiced feelings
had never wavered in spite of the passage of time.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was unsure just when those feelings had
turned into something much more potent, more
undeniable and the suffering he had entailed to mask
those very emotions were now coming to the forefront,
demanding to be ignored no longer…
“Perhaps we’ve been wrong all along.” He buried his
head into his hands.
Soft footsteps echoed in the evening air as they came
closer but Obi-Wan had already sensed the approaching
figure and let out a discernible sigh.
Slender hands grasped his shoulders from behind and
gently massaged the strained muscles. “Wrong about
what?”
Obi-Wan didn’t need to look back, he knew that
presence, that voice – it had a habit of visiting his
dreams. “About a few things, Sakoya.” His heart began
to palpitate.
“Why are you so tense, Master Obi-Wan? Your shoulders
feel like rocks!”
The Jedi still held fast to his aching head, not
knowing how to respond.
“What troubles you my friend?”
Friend. The word almost made him laugh. Is
that all I am to her, a friend? Can it be more? How
can I go against the very code that has been ingrained
inside me, has been my core my entire life? But I
cannot function this way any longer, not with her so
near…
She began to gently rub his shoulders that were as
tense as a Gundark. “How can I –”
“Help?” He interrupted her, a hint of anger in his
voice.
Sakoya’s face flushed but she continued the massage.
“If you let me…”
He sighed heavily a second time. She didn’t deserve
his rebuke and he regretted it. As if on cue,
something crawled out of the depths of his mind –
giving him the answer.
Sakoya felt the emotion welling up inside him;
something she’d felt before but this time it
was…different. “Talk to me Obi-Wan.”
Without taking the time to think, Obi-Wan took hold of
one of her hands and guided her around until she was
in front of him then took hold of both of her hands
and stood. “I don’t want to ‘talk’,” he said huskily.
Sakoya’s green eyes gleamed, “Nor do I.” She drew him
closer and with a slow intensity, lightly brushed her
lips to his. The sensation made her body burn with
desire and she desperately wanted more of that
feeling. She kissed him lightly again but this time he
responded, albeit hesitantly.
“I’m…not…well versed…in these situations.” He barely
got the words out of his mouth. “I’m terrified…” he
whispered, staring into her beautiful eyes.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of, love.” She
gently massaged his hands.
Love? Did she mean it? Had she only referred to him
as a friend for his own sake? Obi-Wan moaned. For
the first time in many years, the Jedi Master was
confused, somewhat lost and unsure of himself and his
heart was thumping in his chest. He could feel the
adrenaline coursing through him like wildfire and
realized it wasn’t about to be tamed.
“Let me in Obi, let yourself feel.” She whispered in
his ear while her arms tentatively slid up his back.
Yes, she had, he answered his own question. A
tear found its way down his cheek, he adored this
woman and wanted nothing more than be with her but he
didn’t quite know how to do it or if he could.
Sakoya kissed his cheek and the stray tear. “I don’t
want to make you uncomfortable.” She brought one of
her hands up to his face and stroked it softly.
“Y-you’re not. I…” Words failed him and made him more
miserable.
“I’ll help you, if you let me.” Her eyes bore into
him, penetrating the area that shielded his soul.
“Sakoya…I…I…” his voice trailed off.
“Hush.” She put her fingers to his lips. Endless days
and nights of torment for both of them had led them to
this night. It was time to end the agony they both
suffered. She moved his hands to her waist, her lithe
body wanting to explode from the excitement building
inside her. Diffidently, she edged closer and kissed
him again, gingerly, then moved to his cheeks, his
forehead and back to his mouth again but this time he
didn’t hold back. It took mere seconds as his grip on
her waist tightened and he began kissing her,
passionately.
“Why did I wait so long?” He groaned, their lips
barely parted. “I’ve wanted to touch you, be with you
for an eternity.”
“What matters is now, Obi, not the past.” Sakoya’s
breathing had quickened, her heart felt as if it would
leap from her chest.
“If I told you I loved you, would you believe it?”
Obi-Wan’s eyes glistened in the soft moonlight.
Sakoya smiled brightly, “If I told you the same thing,
would you believe me?”
Laughter broke out between them both and suddenly
Obi-Wan felt at ease. No more apprehension, no more
doubts, just the wonderful feelings that were erupting
like a volcano in his chest.
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Obi-Wan woke the next morning believing he had just
experienced the most wonderful of dreams and would
have continued to believe that had he not noticed a
warm body in his bed next to him. It did happen, it
wasn’t a dream! His eyes went wide at his silent
thoughts. Sakoya stirred and rolled toward him,
draping her arm across his bare chest. She stirred
some more then opened her eyes.
“Morning sunshine.” She blinked a few times; her eyes
adjusting to the morning glare streaming through the
window.
“Did we…was I dreaming?”
Sakoya grinned fiendishly, “Yes, my dear Jedi, we did.
No, you’re not dreaming or at least if you are, you
have a tendency to do it with your eyes open and
talking.”
Obi-Wan turned onto his side, facing the woman who had
captured his heart and more. “No, I don’t think I’m
dreaming – not anymore – but I wouldn’t mind a
reminder.” His grin stretched from ear to ear.
“I believe” she reached over and kissed him, “we can
arrange that.”
Obi-Wan didn’t require any more prodding and gave way
to his newly awakened passions.
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Chapter X – Soulmate Part II
The Skywalker family relocated to Endor from Alderaan
in spite of Bail Organa’s entreatment to stay. Padmé
felt her presence would be more beneficial to the
extensive new base and her family would no longer be a
threat to her old friend, considering Tarkin and his
minions continued to make their presence known at
sporadic intervals.
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It was mid-morning as Anakin tapped the door to his
mentor’s home and let himself in. They had a meeting
with Master Yoda soon and since Obi-Wan, who was
always so punctual, hadn’t come by yet, Anakin came to
get him. He strolled into the kitchen and made himself
at home, munching on a piece of bread.
“What’s keeping him?” Anakin mused, as he made his way
toward Obi-Wan’s bedroom. He considered a bucket of
water would rouse his friend then dismissed the
thought only to find himself carrying a glass filled
with liquid as he strolled along. “Hey, c’mon, we’re
going to be late.” Anakin blurted, using the Force to
reverse the flow of water that he had just tossed at
the Master Jedi. He blushed, realizing his mistake,
and quickly backed out of the room. Within moments,
the Jedi was laughing hysterically.
“It seems our little secret is no longer a secret.”
Obi-Wan blushed.
“Oh,” Sakoya touched his cheek, “you know you wouldn’t
be able to keep it from him, not for long.”
Obi-Wan chuckled, “No, I guess not.” He glanced toward
the door and shouted, “I’m glad he finds this so
amusing.”
“C’mon Ben!” Anakin shouted in between his bouts of
laughter. “We’ll be late.”
The Jedi Master’s eyes went wide, “Our meeting with
Yoda.” He sprang from the bed and quickly donned his
traditional Jedi clothing. “And stop calling me that
you ingrate, that name is reserved for your kids!” He
shouted again.
Sakoya found the mornings activities entertaining,
particularly this portion of it. Not bothering to
cover herself, she got up and flung her arms around
Obi-Wan’s neck. “I’ll see you later,” she whispered,
kissing him deeply then went to retrieve her clothes
and get dressed.
“Count on it.” He smiled, admiring the view Sakoya
would leave ingrained in his mind and walked out of
the room.
“Well?” Anakin was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
The Jedi Master ignored him.
“I’mmm waitinggg.” Anakin teased.
Obi-Wan tilted his head at his friend. “I don’t have
to share anything with you!” He stated defensively.
“After all these years and sticking to the code! Yoda
is going to fall out of his chair! You may be at fault
for his resulting concussion!” Anakin found himself
laughing so hard he had to brace himself against the
wall.
“I’m not telling him…not yet.” The Jedi Master stated
indignantly.
“Ah ha, admission!”
Obi-Wan slapped Anakin in the arm.
“Oh, the pain,” the Jedi pretended to wince.
“Yes, you are.”
Anakin grinned, “So, was it worth it?”
The Jedi Master took a deep breath and a smile slowly
crept across his face. He was happy, ecstatic,
overjoyed. The bliss he was experiencing couldn’t be
defined nor put into proper words – his emotions
poured forth, free from their bondage and bathed him
with an incandescent light.
“Without a doubt.” He avowed, opening the door and
stepping outside.
Anakin was elated as he followed after his former
Master. “Padmé is going to be thrilled! She’s been
waiting for this to happen. She’s seen the way you
look at Sakoya.”
Obi-Wan stopped and turned around, his eyes wide,
“I’ve been that obvious?” he asked, unnerved by his
actions.
Anakin put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “She’s a
woman, she can see these kinds of things that us dumb
guys are oblivious too.”
“Do you think Yoda has seen it as well?” Obi-Wan
wondered, his agitation evident.
“He might have, a little,” Anakin shrugged, “but
probably dismissed it. You’ve never been the one he’s
worried about – that’s my job.”
Obi-Wan laughed. A much needed laugh as they continued
their walk toward Master Yoda’s abode.
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“He did what?” Padmé was astonished at her husband’s
news. “Well, all I can say is it’s about time!”
“That’s pretty much what I told him.” Anakin laughed
as he reached for his wife and wrapped his arms around
her slim waist. “Why don’t we have them over for
dinner? Ease Obi into this.”
Padmé gave him a look of surprise. “Anakin Skywalker,
are you trying to play matchmaker?”
“No,” he grinned devilishly, “they already took care
of that. I just want to make sure it stays. He’s
needed someone for a long time but wouldn’t admit to
how lonely he’s been all these years.”
Padmé caressed his cheek, “I have such a romantic for
a husband.”
Anakin flushed and tightened his grip on her, “Only
for you, my dear.” He slowly bent down and kissed her
longingly.
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The Jedi Master sat next to a beautiful red-haired
woman on the couch, a simultaneous look of
apprehension and gratification raced across his face.
He started to put his arm around her shoulder then
stopped and instead rested his hands in his lap.
Sakoya smiled but said nothing, she knew the situation
was still new for him and just sitting next to him
made her glow.
Padmé brought him a drink, which he gladly accepted.
The plethora of emotions coursing through him made the
Jedi very thirsty and eager to occupy his mind
elsewhere. He took a long draw of the light brown
liquid and immediately began coughing as if he were
choking. “Force woman, what’d you put in that? Are you
trying to kill me?”
Everyone found humor in his outburst except Obi-Wan
and his face flushed crimson.
“Sorry darling, had I known how thirsty you were I
would have given you water, not a drink.” Padmé
apologized.
“It’s good, whatever it is.” Obi-Wan sniffed inside
the glass. “But a warning would have been nice.”
“Suffice it to say it’s one of my own creations.
Secret ingredients. Want another?”
Obi-Wan blanched, “I think I’ll sip this one for a
while… You aren’t trying to get me drunk, are you?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Anakin smiled
mischievously.
Obi-Wan turned to Sakoya, “Are you part of this
conspiracy too?”
She laughed and held up her hands defensively, “No,
but maybe I should be. You need to relax, remember –
you’re with friends.”
Obi-Wan grimaced, “With friends like these,” he
indicated to Padmé and Anakin, “who needs enemies?”
Just then Luke came strolling into the room. “Where’s
mine?”
Padmé gave her son an evil stare, “You’re not old
enough for this.”
“Aww, Mom.” Luke looked to his Dad for help. “C’mon
Dad. I’m twenty for crying out loud!”
“Sorry son,” Anakin chuckled, “you have to argue that
one with the Queen here. I can’t help you.”
Luke knew that argument would fall on deaf ears and
decided to change the subject. “Did you tell Mom yet?”
“Um no. Not yet. Aren’t you supposed to be out with
Genne or somebody?” Anakin stared at his son as if
warning him not to say anything more then looked down,
refusing to meet his wife’s gaze.
“So much for a relaxing evening.” Obi-Wan blurted out.
“Anakin?” Padmé was maintaining her calm then turned
to his mentor, “Obi-Wan?”
The two Jedi exchanged uneasy glances.
“You tell her.” Anakin urged the Jedi Master.
Obi-Wan shook his head, “Not my wife or son. You tell
her.”
“It wasn’t MY idea.” Anakin shot back.
“No,” Obi-Wan chuckled, the alcohol in his drink was
beginning to take effect, “it was Master Yoda’s.”
Irritated, Padmé put her hands on her hips. “One of
you Jedi better tell me now or else!”
In spite of his father’s glare, Luke chimed in.
“Master Yoda wants me to fly the next patrol that Dad
goes out on. Ben will be there too.”
Padmé just stood open mouthed, not knowing what to
say.
“He’s proven what an adept pilot he is.” Anakin tried
to defend himself as well as his son.
“And Master Yoda feels confident in his Jedi
abilities.” Obi-Wan added.
“‘Master Yoda’ is NOT a parent!” Padmé
fumed.
“It’s just a routine patrol to let him get a feel of
what it’s like. He needs this, it’s time.”
“I’ve been on a lot of training flights. I can handle
this Mom.” Luke stated confidently. “I’m ready.”
Padmé turned toward her husband, “Jedi Skywalker. A
moment alone, please.”
Uh oh, there it was again. Referring to him
that way, Anakin knew he was in for a tongue-lashing.
Padmé paced the length of the floor, her skirt
swishing with her irritated movements. “What are you
thinking? He’s only twenty!” She angrily confronted
Anakin behind the closed door of their bedroom.
“Beloved,” he stopped her and took hold of her
trembling hands, “Other pilots have joined the
Alliance at his age, earlier even, and are very
competent. Why are you so frightened?”
Long chocolate tresses fell forward, hiding the face
beneath as Padmé bowed her head. So the day has
finally come, she silently mused as her head moved
back and forth. She dreaded every moment of this, as
she knew she would. Padmé took a deep breath hoping to
slow the pace of her wildly beating heart and looked
up at her husband. “Anakin, I fear for you each time
you go out on a mission.” Anakin tried to console her
by wrapping his arms around his wife but she stopped
him. “No, listen to me! We live in such precarious
times that I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be gazing
upon you for the last time when you leave on a
mission. Yavin 4 and the transport then the duel with
Dooku – it nearly sent me over the edge. I know I
shouldn’t think that way…what we both do is important
for the Alliance but…I just get fearful. Now that Luke
is grown…maybe I just don’t want to let my baby go.”
She turned away, not wanting him to see the tears
forming in her eyes.
“Angel,” Anakin reached out to her, “please…” When she
refused to face him, he tried to gather her into his
arms but she had folded her arms across her chest,
attempting to remain defiant. “Padmé,” he whispered
huskily into her ear, still trying to hold her to him.
“Don’t… Please don’t beloved.”
He could feel the tension emanating from her and
closed his eyes, reaching into the Force then directed
waves of calm and love toward his wife. Finally, she
relented to his embrace. “You really fear the Sith,
don’t you?” he asked.
Slowly, she turned around and looked up into his
expressive blue eyes, “Yes. Sidious wants revenge for
Dooku’s death and he won’t be satisfied until you are
crushed beneath his feet! If he ever caught Luke, he
would have the power over you, over us, he needs.”
“Or Leia. She could be attending a meeting on Alderaan
or somewhere else and get imprisoned by the Empire.
It’s the same thing.”
Padmé bowed her head and began to vent her chagrin. “I
wish we could just crush the Empire! I’m so tired of
it all. Tired of hiding. Tired of fearing for our
children.” Angrily, her fists pounded against her
husband’s broad chest – her frustration bubbling over.
“I’ve never seen you so afraid of someone before.”
Anakin tightened his hold on her and the pounding
stopped. Gently he lifted her chin to look into her
eyes. “You, who fears no one. My strong and spirited
wife, the one who single-handedly fended off Mynocks.”
Padmé shivered at the memory, “Ugh, don’t remind me of
those slimy creatures.” She rested her head against
his chest, took a few deep breaths then looked up into
the blue irises she loved so dearly. “My treasure,
motherhood tends to change perspectives, especially
when it directly involves your children.”
“I know.” Anakin stroked her silky brown hair. “But
you have to let them grow up.”
Padmé once more buried her head in his chest and
sighed, not bothering to wipe away the tears that
slowly trailed down her cheek.
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“Should we leave?” Sakoya was feeling a little
uncomfortable.
“I don’t hear anything breaking so we’re probably
okay.” Obi-Wan smiled then took notice of the serious
look on her face. “Feel with the Force, feel the
emotions coming from them. It’s more of anxiousness
and fear not anger.”
“Should we leave them alone?”
“Mom will be okay. She just doesn’t want to let me go
yet.” Luke answered. “Right, Ben?”
“I would venture that possibility.”
“So when did you two become a couple? I thought Dad
was the only one who broke the code.”
“Luke, sometimes your bluntness is very painful.”
Sakoya smiled, she couldn’t wait to hear this
explanation.
Luke sat down on a chair across from one of his
mentors, waiting.
“Your parents relationship has finally convinced this
old man that I was missing something in my life.
Something that was right under my nose…” he glanced
over at Sakoya.
“Are you saying the Jedi code forbidding marriage is
wrong?” Luke pressed.
Obi-Wan considered this a moment, he wanted to answer
it carefully. “There are different types of people,
Luke. Those who can master their emotions and are
quite happy leading a life without intimate
companionship like Master Yoda. Then there are those
who require that intimacy for their own growth and
self-preservation like your father. I was happy and
content for many years. I didn’t even consider
intimacy with another person – it never crossed my
mind – at least until I saw it on such a personal
level with your parents. Your father is the ‘Chosen
One’ and my guidance wasn’t enough for him. He had
grown up with a mother who deeply loved and nurtured
him. When he was taken away from that to become a Jedi
our ‘cold world’ was miserable for him. I never
understood why because I always tried to be someone he
could look up to. I tried to bridge the gap on an
emotional level but it wasn’t what he needed. He
needed the unconditional love that your mother was
able and willing to provide. I’ve watched him grow and
prosper over the years and slowly found myself
wondering about that kind of intimacy and acceptance.
Something I never craved before until it was
unexpectedly thrust upon me. He was able to stay so
focused as a Jedi but when it came to your mother, he
melted. We all know very well who rules the Skywalker
house.” Obi-Wan laughed.
“So would you say that you found your little bit of
paradise?”
Obi-Wan smiled and looked at the woman beside him. His
eyes became glassy and he slowly nodded. “Yes. I
believe I have.”
Luke grinned. “Looks like you’re stuck Sakoya.”
She nodded, barely acknowledging the young man’s
comment. She brought her head closer and locked her
lips to the man she’d been dreaming of for so long.
“I guess that’s my cue. Tell Dad I went out for a
bit.” Luke excused himself and headed for the door. He
glanced back and smiled as he saw Ben’s arms wrapped
around the woman who had stolen his heart. “I’m truly
happy for you both,” then walked out the door.
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