If Anakin was a she, then she’d become some stripper in the Mos Eisley cantina, because it made more money than fixing junk and racing pods. Obi would run into her on one of his excursions as a Knight there they would meet and become far more than friends. They’d have a fling across the Bespin system, until she became a huge whiney bitch, and would get all “chokey” that time of the month. So when she tells Obi she’s pregnant (and twins at that!), he bolts because he doesn’t want to lose his Jedi status, and decides to leaves her with the twins. Needless to say, she was quite pissed.
Nevertheless, Yoda finds out, as word spreads fast through the Republic, and subsequently strips Obi of his Jedi status. Obi, down on his luck, and pining again for the romance he once knew, goes back to Tatooine in search of Annie. Well, she’s no where to be found, but after asking around, learns she gave up the kids for adoption. Luke, his son is still on Tatooine, in the care of a couple who runs a moisture farm. She had made a shot-load of money by giving up Leia to some royal family on Alderaan, and used that to flee “this piece of shit planet rolled around in sand.” Her words.
Obi, deciding he’s a major fuck up, decides to live on Tatooine, fighting for custody of his kids. In trying to get them back, it becomes major news, and is dubbed by the media as the “Clone wars”. Legal battle after legal battle, you get the idea… no one would want to see a movie about those events. It’d just be tedious and boring.
Anyway, he loses. Yet, he still lives in his hovel on Tatooine, to watch his son grow up under custody of that dick Owen.
Meanwhile, Yoda reaches out to Obi, telling him his bitch ex-girlfriend made moves on Emperor Palpatine, knowing he was a huge perv, and the two ran off to become Sith masters; Darth Sidious and Darth Nipples. She’s bent on revenge for the Jedi ruining her love for Obi, that she seeks to destroy them all. He begs Obi to return to the Jedi council to be reinstated as a new threat faces the Republic. Obi asks if he can have his lightsaber back, and Yoda says… “whatever,” and gives him back his blue one.
Just as Obi was about to pack up his things and close his bank account, he catches his son fucking around with some Tusken Raiders, and the rest is history.
Except the Death Star smells of cinnamon. It’s pretty nice, actually.