19 BBY

Obi-Wan Kenobi sauntered out of the room quietly, so as to not awaken the sleeping child. He moved silently through the small hut he found not long after leaving the newborn Skywalker with the Lars family. It was quaint and humble, not much unlike a Jedi's quarters. It was obviously abandoned, and close but still far enough away from the Lars homestead to keep a watchful eye on the baby without the uncle knowing. His own daughter, Obi-Wan could tell, was already well attuned to the Force, just as he knew baby Luke would be as well, like his father.

The former Jedi pulled on his cloak and left the dwelling, stepping into the dusty outdoors. It was sunset, and Obi-Wan gazed upon the twin Tatooine suns lighting up the sky in beautiful oranges, reds, pinks, and purples as the wind blew gently. The desert wasn't as stuffy as the vast city-planet of Coruscant. And it was calm. Tatooine, despite everything going on, was a nice change of pace.

Tomorrow he'd have to go into the nearest settlement to get simple supplies. The former inhabitant of the hut left the large appliances: a stove, a refrigerator unit, a generator, a bed, a sonic dishwasher, and a ventilation unit, stuff that couldn't be hauled off in a small speeder or on an eopie. However, if he and Kaleena were to live comfortably for who knows how long, he needed to acquire more fuel for the generator, a space heater for the night time, some blankets, a humidifier unit, and food. He also wanted to find a few toys for Kaleena, like a rattle or some blocks, to distract her when he was busy. Well, for at least until she was ready to begin Jedi training. Obi-Wan did not know how well he'd be good at training a youngling since his first and only apprentice he started teaching at a later age, but he'd try his best to keep the Jedi way alive.

Obi-Wan stayed outside for a while, letting himself relax as he sat on the ground, close to meditating. But his thoughts kept him from becoming one with the Force. His thoughts dwelled on recent events. The end of the Clone Wars, the fall of the Republic, the rise of the Empire, the death of Senator Padmé Amidala, the exile of himself and Master Yoda, the deaths of thousands of Jedi, the betrayal of the clone troopers. The list was long, but mainly his thoughts focused on Anakin and Cattleya, his former padawan and the love of his life.

He didn't cry, he didn't mourn, though he wanted to do both. What Obi-Wan needed to do was stay strong, for himself, for Luke, for his daughter. If he didn't do that, he'd be disappointed in himself and everything he learned.

The next day, Obi-Wan got up early to head into town. He trusted in the Force telling him that was the right time, which was good since he didn't want his daughter to be alone for too long at such a young age.

The trip took longer than Obi-Wan originally believed it would, but he managed. The former Jedi weaved through the streets, quickly finding the supplies he needed. At last, his attention was caught by a particular shop. It was manned by an older woman, who had grey hair and wrinkled eyes. Obi-Wan walked over, eyeing a few things. The first thing he noticed was a small straw doll that was dressed in Jedi-like clothing. The other was an intricately braided leather cord.

"Can I help you with anything, young man?" the lady asked Obi-Wan. Her dark eyes gazed at him curiously, wondering who this new man was. A pilot, perhaps? That thought quickly left her mind as she eyed his clothing. It was too loose, too humble. A Jedi in hiding.

"Oh, um, how much for the doll and the cord?" Obi-Wan inquired. In her old age, the woman had seen many things, and she knew immediately that the doll he wanted was for a child, and by his attitude, she knew he was alone.

"I'll give you them for free," she replied.

"Really?" Obi-Wan was skeptical. Nothing, especially these days, is free.

"They're yours if you tell me your name." The lady's eyes were kind and filled with wisdom. Obi-Wan somehow knew he could trust her, but he still wanted to use a fake name. He hesitated, trying to think of one, then his mind settled on one with meaning to him.

"Ben. Ben Kenobi."

Her eyes softened more at his words. "Welcome to Tatooine, Ben."

Obi-Wan smiled at her. "Thank you." He nodded to her and grabbed the doll and cord before making his way back to his eopie with everything he needed to live a happy life with his daughter. Well, as happy as they could be on a barren desert planet in a galaxy controlled by the Empire while he's being hunted. But they could find peace in the Force and happiness with each other.

The trek back to the no longer abandoned hut was slower than before. The former Jedi made it back in time to see his daughter awaken from her slumber. The transition from Jedi Master to humble father would be hard, but Obi-Wan Kenobi was ready. He was ready to become Ben Kenobi. For the next few years, he had to dedicate every moment of his life to training Kaleena in the ways of the Force and watching over the young Luke Skywalker. Rough times were ahead, but they all had to be ready to face their destinies.

Hey all! Welcome to my story! This is the sequel to my Obi-Wan/OC story Handmaiden. It will follow the events of the Galactic Civil War with Cattleya and Obi-Wan's daughter Kaleena. I hope you like it! This is just the first little introductory chapter to get everything rolling and lay out the setting and what not. Other chapters will be longer, don't worry. Please review because I love feedback and questions from you all!

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