Title: A New Order

Author: Jedikma

A/N: Thank you jedi keliam kenobi! Glad you found this story and are enjoying it. Finally, we have come to the end. Thank you to all my readers and reviewers. :)

Chapter 15

Obi-Wan waited outside the Council room.

Finally the doors to the turbo lift opened and out stepped Siri.

"Right on time," he said.

Siri grinned. "I'm late and you know it."

"It has gotten so that you are predictably late. It's six minutes past the hour and for you that's right on time."

"Just one more of my little habits you will have to live with, Obi-Wan."

"Ah well, I have plenty of habits for you to contend with, too, I suppose." His gaze took her in. She was dressed in Jedi tunic, pants and boots, but her outfit had a more feminine cut to it, so that the tunic skirted somewhat and the neckline and hem of the tunic were embroidered, as were the tabards. Obi-Wan also had on a more formal version of Jedi tunic and tabards for the occasion. Today was the day they would officially join their lives and start a new tradition for the Jedi Order.

Obi-Wan smiled at her. "You look nice," he said.

Her deep blue eyes sparkled as she returned his compliment. "You look pretty good yourself."

Obi-Wan reached out and took her hands. "Well then, are you ready for this?"

A little voice broke into their focus on each other. "Yes, sir! Let's get this over with!"

Looking down the two Masters' eyes rested on their oldest son. Garen was neatly dressed with his hair carefully combed. He had been waiting patiently with his father.

"Son," Obi-Wan said, "you have the easy part."

Garen looked hesitant. "But I am going into the Council room!"

"And you will be fine," Obi-Wan assured him. He then took a wooden box from a nearby table and had Garen hold out his arms. "We've practiced this. All you have to do is walk in ahead of us carrying this box."

Obi-Wan leaned down and rested the box securely in the boy's arms. It was long and little wide for Garen, but it was secure in his forearms. On top of the box was an intricate carving that Obi-Wan and Siri had designed specially for them, just for this occasion.

Garen drew himself up proudly and readied himself to go through the Council room doors.

Obi-Wan turned to Siri and winked. He drew in a deep breath and took her hands once again. "Don't tell me," she giggled, a little nervously. "It's time to go in and get started on this mission."

Obi-Wan unexpectedly moved in and kissed her deeply. When he broke away from her he heard a little voice comment. "Eeewww!"

Obi-Wan laughed. "That's right, Garen. Eeewww!"

"Just keep that attitude, Garen," Siri nodded to him. "Because you won't get to consider this before you're forty."

"Forty may be a little steep, Siri. Maybe we should make that thirty. After padawans are knighted definitely." Then quickly becoming serious and changing the conversation. "They are waiting, we better go in."

The doors to the Council room swished opened and, as with the many occasions upon which they appeared for mission briefings, they respectfully strolled into the room, Garen leading the way. Garen carefully found the center of the circular floor and stopped, facing Master Yoda. Anakin came forward and took the box from the boy and had him stand to one side next to him. Obi-Wan and Siri took the center of the room and they bowed in front of the Council.

"Seek an audience with the Council, you do?" Yoda asked, formally.

"Yes, Masters, we do." They both replied in unison.

All the Council members were present for this momentous occasion. Anakin had been asked to stand with Obi-Wan and Adi Gallia moved in beside Siri to stand with her. The only other outsiders in the room were Padme, holding Bant in her arms and Reeft by the hand.

"Of the Council, what do you ask?"

"We ask to be joined in marriage. To live as life mates," Obi-Wan said.

"A union to be honored until we are one with the Force," Siri finished.

"Know that you have prepared for this day, we do. Reviewed your request, the Council has. Prepared to grant it and honor it we are."

The two Masters bowed.

In the past six weeks since Obi-Wan and Siri had become engaged they set about making preparations for this day. They had worked at putting together a ceremony, and they desired to keep it simple. They decided they would exchange vows in front of the Council, in a room that always had been a sign of respect for them.

"Our blessings, you have. Proceed you may." Yoda announced

Anakin moved just in front of Obi-Wan and lifted the lid of the box he held with one hand. A soft velvet cloth covered the contents inside and Obi-Wan pushed it aside. Nestled in the box, Obi-Wan and Siri's freshly polished lightsabers caught the warm sunlight streaming through the tall windows of the room and shined. With both hands, Obi-Wan lifted Siri's saber from the box.

He held the saber out for Siri to see. Etched on the hilt was the same design that was on the top of the box. "On this lightsaber, which you have constructed with your own hands and is a symbol of the Jedi you are, is engraved Jedi emblems of friendship, love, devotion, honor and my initials entwined with yours to mark our union together. I ask you to accept this as a token of my pledge to you."

Obi-Wan hooked Siri's lightsaber onto her belt.

With the box still open, Anakin stood in front of Siri. She mirrored Obi-Wan's actions and with both hands removed Obi-Wan's lightsaber from the box.

She held the saber out for Obi-Wan to see. "On this lightsaber, which you have constructed with your own hands and is a symbol of the Jedi you are, is engraved Jedi emblems of friendship, love, devotion, honor and my initials entwined with yours to mark our union together. I ask you to accept this as a token of my pledge to you."

She hooked his saber onto his belt.

Then the couple slid their left hands along their left arms until they were grasping the other's elbow. They placed their right hands around each other's lightsaber hilts and they looked directly at each other.

"On this day, I, Siri Tachi, make this promise to you. Obi-Wan Kenobi. To love you, to honor you, to be your life partner until the Force calls one of us home."

"On this day, I, Obi-Wan Kenobi, make this promise to you, Siri Tachi. To love you, to honor you, to be your life partner until the Force calls one of us home."

Though the vows were short, much preparation and meditation has gone into this moment. The couple had spent hours pouring over Jedi emblems and rituals to determine what they thought would suit them. The etching that represented them as a couple was the final result of having more than one artist combine the symbols they had finally chosen into a pattern they liked.

"Witnessed, we have, your vows to each other. Know this we do, the Force has called you to be together this day forward. Honor your vows, you will, just as you honor your commitments to the Jedi Order."

The couple turned and bowed once more in front of the Council. "We will, Masters."

"Dismissed, you are."

Words of congratulations echoed through the chamber after Yoda's final words. Council members alighted from their seats to surround the couple and escort them from the room.

"To the gardens, it is time to go. Many more wait to congratulate you this day," Yoda announced. "Keep the ceremony simple, we could. Contain the reception, we could not."

Because it was the first wedding to take place at the Temple, and one that was the start of a new Jedi tradition, the news couldn't be contained. There would be a big reception for the couple whether they wanted it or not. The rest of the Jedi would be present, but also Senators and the Chancellor and even a few very old friends of Obi-Wan and Siri's.

Obi-Wan looked at Siri and shrugged.

Siri grinned. "All this for a couple who already have three children and are totally scandalous."

"You always loved to raise a few eyebrows, Siri, and I suspect you will enjoy this, too. I'm sure this is just the beginning."

"'Beginning' being the key word, Obi-Wan."