This is going to be a long one, but I hope you enjoy.

If the babies hadn't started screaming when they did, Rahm would've been a lump of burnt flesh as Obi-Wan's lightsaber seemed to materialize out of thin air only inches from the man's face. In an instant, Rahm's hand shot up into the air, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the Force to keep the burning blade from harming himself or the squealing children in his lap. Obi-Wan's eyes were a hell-fire red, blazing with anger and hatred. Beads of sweat were dripping down Kenobi's cheeks and forehead, evaporating on contact as the moisture dripped onto the metal of Rahm's starfighter. 

"You're better than this, Obi-Wan," His voice was calm, soothing even. The serene aura that cloaked the grey-haired man infuriated the now-insane father of three and Kenobi tried to wretch his blade back in an attempt to cause another blow, though this time he'd be sure his lightsaber met its target. But the blade didn't budge; it was stuck in the air as if it had been lodged in a solid stone. Obi-Wan tried to heave the blade free again, but it wouldn't move. "Think about your actions. Think about your children." Drenched in heat and fury, Kenobi snarled and abandoned the blue lightsaber altogether.

"I am."

Obi's fist made contact with the side of Rahm's skull and sent stars through his victim's vision, stunning the man long enough for the father to grab hold of one of the shrieking babies and set her carefully on the warm ground. Despite the rage running through his veins and turning his sight into red, there was a gentleness in his touch that seemed to calm the child down, as if the baby knew that what she once thought was a danger was actually not a threat at all. Deidre stared up at her father for a split second and he stared down at her, wonder and confusion in her little eyes, before the infant smiled.

Rahm's fist returned the favor. He caught Obi off guard and sent the man flying across the ground, using the Force to aid his attack and propel Kenobi a few good yards from little Deidre, giggling from her cozy little spot on the heated landing platform.

We need to get out of here, Rahm rapidly thought to himself. I need to get you three somewhere safe. Obi-Wan slid to a halt, his back leaving a trench in the volcanic rock, and the jedi in his ship hoped that maybe the blunt-force trauma had knocked the monster unconscious. Then Obi-Wan lifted his hand and his lightsaber came soaring after him. He wasn't down yet, not by a long shot.

Before Rahm could return Deidre back to her spot in the ship, Obi-Wan raised his opposite hand and his eyelids shut. The starfighter rattled and groaned in protest, but stood no chance as the cockpit's glass began to crack. Rahm knew exactly what the bastard was up to; he was crippling the ship so Rahm and the children had no means of escape.

"Fine," Carefully, he stood up and placed a whimpering Shendira and Kalani on his seat, and drew his own blade, the emerald green radiating from the weapon like a beacon of hope amidst the burning hell-scape around them. "Have it your way."

Obi-Wan sprinted for the older man. Rahm leaped from the ship and lunged, but didn't get very far as a voice rang through the air, a siren in the darkness that caused both men to halt their actions and their heads to turn in the direction of the sound. A sound Obi-Wan never thought he'd hear again.

On a hill not too far from the landing platform stood two individuals: a man dressed in black, his eyes filled with determination and a blue-colored blade in his hands, and a pregnant woman cloaked in a light jedi tunic with a single white lightsaber in her grasp.

It was then that Obi-Wan recalled something Denali had told him about, something he'd nearly forgotten as the years turned into decades and his memory became cloudy of a childhood dream. The recollection of that dream tightened his heart in his chest and his mouth to go dry from shock.

But something was off, something wasn't right with this situation. Kota hadn't been seen in the vision when they were teenagers, nor had there been the triplets involved and Anakin looked to be on Denali's side this time, not the enemy of the battle. The sensations all felt the same from his dream ages ago, but they were...odd. Abnormal, diluted, mutilated, ripped apart and glued back together. But it had been a vision, a vision provided by the Force! It wasn't even close to just a dream, what is going on? Why is this scene playing out differently?

"Stop this!"

Anakin and Denali approached the two men, their stoic faces revealing no emotion. Still awestruck by the turn of events, both men remained where they stood, suddenly not in the mood to kill each other, not when another Denali had suddenly appeared out of no-where. Eyes just as angry as her husband's, the pregnant woman grabbed Obi-Wan by the collar of his shirt while Anakin stood beside Kota, whispering something into his ear. The grip she had on him was strange; something told him that her hand wasn't really a hand at all. He couldn't tell if it was his mind playing tricks on him or something else. Regardless of his confusion, the woman gritted her teeth and spoke in a tone she'd never used with the man before, her eyes shifting from a beautiful blue to a blood-boiling crimson on command.

"You and I need to have a little chat, Obi."

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Bail thought they were screwed from the time PROXY pulled everyone from the burning ship, considering the fact that the only backup they could've gotten was from Master Yoda; the green jedi had been ignoring Bail's attempts at communication since Order 66 was issued. Senator Organa didn't take it personally, since the jedi of the universe were being hunted down like animals at that very minute. Yes, their chances of escaping the planet were looking very slim.

It didn't help that Padme had gone into labor just as PROXY and Anakin had wandered off to aid Kota in confronting Obi-Wan.

"My goodness, oh my goodness!" 3PO continued to exclaim with panic as his jittery robotic legs paced back and forth in front of the group. "Oh, this is just dreadful! Dreadful! Why didn't I download that emergency aid data when I had the opportunity? What shall we do? What ever shall we do?" R2 beeped something under his breath and 3PO was too occupied with freaking out to translate the droid's crude statement.

"It would help if you just shut up," Bail commented and let out a squeak of pain; the pregnant lady had a death-grip on his hand and would undoubtedly be leaving bruises scattered across his palm. Padme groaned in pain and inhaled deeply, but any effort to keep her calm was in vain.

"Something isn't right," She panted from her position sitting on a rock, her heart racing and fear dripping from her words like the streams of tears sliding down her ash-peppered face. "Something isn't right, I can feel it. Something's wrong!"

"Just hold on," Bail attempted to calm her down again. "I've been sending Master Yoda signals since we crashed, someone should be here to rescue us soon."

"I DON'T WANT MY CHILD TO BE BORN ON THIS ROCK!" Padme nearly screamed at the top of her lungs. The woman suddenly grappled onto Bail's other hand and started squeezing his opposite palm as well, leaving Senator Organa to try and keep himself from screaming out in pain as well. He and his wife had been trying to get pregnant for the last couple years, but if this was anything like how a real labor would take place, he was starting to have second thoughts.

But not long after that, the sound of an engine whirring somewhere in the atmosphere filled their ears and they all let out relieved sighs. Help had come.

Now all they had to worry about was the crazed lunatic trying to take back his triplets.

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Rahm and Anakin disappeared with the triplets after that. Obi-Wan had tried to intervene, but the furious apparition of his wife got in his way, scathing the side of his arm with her white blade when he was unable to fully dodge her attack. His flesh fizzed and bubbled from the heat of the weapon, but he hardly noticed.

"Denali, those are our daughters!" Obi-Wan yelled at the pregnant lady. He knew she couldn't have been real, not when their kids were already born and that she was dead. She'd died at least three times in the last year alone, he wasn't falling for this for a forth time. Still, he couldn't push away the ache in his heart at the sight of his pregnant wife, or how his pregnant wife should've looked if their lives had ended up somewhat normal. "Our daughters, Denali!"

"I kn-n-now," Her voice hitched and squeaked, fizzing and popping before she lunged for another attack, grazing the tip of his elbow and scorched the fabric of his tunic. "Why do you think I'm t-t-t-trying so hard to keep you a-a-way?"

Obi-Wan shouted in frustration and swung his blade at her head, but was blocked by white and sent pinwheeling backwards for balance. The creature pretending to be his wife smirked and twirled her weapon.

"Not as impressive as I th-tho-ought you'd be."

The fight continued on for what felt like ages; Denali's impostor blocking each strike and sending small ones of her own, not enough to cause severe damage to the man but enough to piss him off and get him riled up. She'd taunt him every time, and in all honesty that was the worst part. This broken man trying to bring his family back together after the loss of his soulmate, and now her doppelganger was the thing standing between him and his girls. That's all he wanted.

That was all Obi-Wan wanted.

It wasn't until he sunk his blade deep into her pregnant belly that the pain of her words stopped and was replaced with the horror of killing his wife. He knew it wasn't her, it couldn't have been. But the petrified expression on her face, the irises in her eyes expanding and her body shaking with pain was another piece of his soul that had turned to dust. He dropped his weapon, the end of it smoking from the heat, and wrapped his arms around the fragile form of the enemy he'd been battling for what felt like an eternity. 

Off in the distance, a ship had landed and taken off without Obi-Wan noticing, leaving him alone on a planet with nothing but his sorrows and a robotic impersonator. As the light began to fade from the woman's eyes, her hand reached up and pressed against his cheek.

"O-obi...w-wa-a-an..." The robot fizzed and popped, its eyelids still open wide with shock and pain, as if this machine was truly experiencing what death felt like, what it looked like, sounded like. The shadow of a man watching the scene was jealous.

No, the vision had not gone as planned, not even close. Maybe the Force had given him a fake premonition to throw him off when the time finally came... Maybe this was all he'd be left with in the end... He shut his eyes and pressed his ashy forehead against the face of the droid. If he thought long enough, talked to himself and tried to convince himself long enough, maybe he could believe that this was really her, that she was sleeping in his arms and dreaming of their future together with their family.

"O...o..bi..."

Maybe it wasn't her.

But it was all he had left.