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Obi Wan ignites his lightsaber, and starts cutting through the blast doors of the factory. Satine stacks crates one on the other and lays sheet metal over it, attempting to make a shelter for both of them. When Obi Wan removes the square of metal he cut through. He sees a flickering force field behind it.

“We’re trapped. Are there any other exists?”

Satine shook her head. She had already searched and found none. “Get under this, maybe it will stop us getting crushed when the roof falls down.”

The room trembles, and Obi Wan crouched with her under the shelter. He is still running through all possible ideas of escape. But Satine had begun to understand the inevitability of the situation.

“Maybe I can use the force to stop some of the damage.”

She places a hand on his, quieting his mind, and he turns to her. “This was not how I imaged my evening going.”

“Agreed. I’m sorry I commed you. I just dragged you into the middle of a death trap.”

“No need. At least you didn’t get crushed by that machine.”

“Yes, now we’re both going to be crushed by this building.”

They both became somber, no longer able to conceal their fear with sarcasm.

“Obi Wan. How long do we have?”

He looked at her. She could see the shame fill his eyes, and she knew he was replaying every tiny misstep he had made to get her into this situation.

“A few minutes.”

She took his hand and held it firmly. “I’ve never said this, but I suppose we’re both going to die soon, so I may as well. I love you. I loved ever since our time on Mandalore when were young. I know you can’t love me back, but I need you to know.”

Even at the admission, the fear left her. This was final. They both die here, and she couldn’t let him die without knowing.

“Satine.” He turned her face to him gently, “If you had said the word. If would, and still will, have left the Jedi Order. The only thing I regret now is leaving you behind.”

The building trembled again, and a piece of rock fell from the ceiling onto the floor in front of them.

It reminded her of all the times before they had lived, never knowing if there would be a tomorrow. And now there wouldn’t. She pressed her forehead to his, and steadied her breathing.

“I also need to tell you…”

But then shouts could be heard over the sounds of the machines overloading, and then, the sounds faded, the room stopped shaking. The voices became louder. And four guards came in through the whole in the door.

“Duchess. Are you alright?”

“We’ve secured the perimeter – “

“We’re clear –.”

Everything was a blur. Her world kept turning despite her conviction that it was about to end. She was escorted away by friendly hands. The last thing she remembered was her arm being pricked by a needle, and then uncontrollable drowsiness.

Obi Wan followed her and to the ship, watching the guards like a hawk for danger. He couldn’t see her be miraculously saved, only to be in danger once again. When they were on a ship back to Sundari, Obi Wan allowed himself to sit down beside her. She had been sedated; despite the fact she had no injuries. It was a method to deal with her shock and overexertion.

Obi Wan himself had refused the sedative. He needed to be present. She had been so calm back there. She had been so sincere, so certain. The war, the Jedi, all of it had felt insignificant to him just before he died. The only thing he had thought about as he waited for the building to explode around them, was her.

The force had been so strong around her in those moments, as though highlighting her to his eyes. It was showing him her. It did not bring up memories of the war when he reached out to it. It showed him her. Her strength, her love, her passion, her weakness, and it was all that mattered.

What now? He would leave her again soon, and probably die alone on some desolate battlefield, shot down by droids, or run through by a lightsaber. He would be enshrined in the Temple, along with thousands of other Jedi. And even if he survived the war, what then? He would serve the Republic for the rest of his life, and as he died, the force would show him the path not taken. Was it too late to change his fate? Had he already passed that life?

And why did the force feel so pure when he was with her? Why did it feel like he was leaving his life behind when he thought of going back?

Satine woke the next afternoon. She felt well rested and comfortable. Even more, she felt lighter than she had in years. His words, “I would have left the Jedi Order.” Echoed in her mind. He still would.

Her train of thought was broken when she noticed Korkie reading on the sofa. He closed it when he noticed her wake, and came forward.

“I can’t believe you actually did that. You nearly died! And then you call me reckless?”

Satine sat up, and wrapped him in her arms. She hadn’t thought she would ever see him again, and now, he here completely, vibrantly real.

“You nearly died.” He repeated, his voice muffled by her clothes. He sounded so lost for a moment, and she held him tighter.

That evening, Satine was watching the city from a balcony that overlooked the plaza, when she heard someone move behind her.

“It’s good to see you safe.”

Obi Wan moved to stand beside her, “I could say the same for you.”

“One of these days we won’t be saved by a miracle,” said Satine absently. She turned her head to look at him. The sun was leaking in through the many tall buildings around them, shooting down in shafts of gold, slowly dying. She may have returned home safe, but Obi Wan would never be truly safe in this war.

“I was thinking…” she started tentatively, “About what you said in there. I’m sorry to broach the subject, but did you mean it?”

“Did I mean it when I said I would leave the Jedi?”

He now had all of his attention fixed on her. And she nodded.

“Of course. Every word.”

Satine had expected the assurance to bring her joy or comfort, but it only echoed around in her heart. The knowledge that she could have had it all, but never will. For as much as she loved him, she would not ask such a thing of him.

She realized she hadn’t said anything to him, and awkwardly tugged at her sleeve.

“I’m leaving first thing tomorrow morning. The Council has ordered me to go to Faluca.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t think of anything to say. The sun was fading, and chill creeping in.

“I meant it, Satine, every word,” He seemed to lean in closer to her, searching her eyes, “I’ll be gone tomorrow before dawn.”

She knew what he was asking. She knew how desperately he hoped she would say the word. She knew that if she did not, he would leave her, perhaps forever.

She looked out at the city below. And it was as if she were viewing a window to another time. She saw him by her side. United and happy. She saw them living out their lives together, and her heart longed for it. But then she saw Obi Wan. She saw him pacing the palace as news of war and death throughout the galaxy reached his ears. She saw his dissatisfaction and helplessness, turning to resentment and regret.

She would not be the one to pull him from his chosen course.

“Then I will wish you goodbye, master Kenobi.”

In that instant she wished she could rewind. He was so helpless standing there before her. His eyes were almost pleading with her. But she turned and strode back inside to her chambers.

She did not leave them until the next evening, when he was long gone. Little did she know, that she would see him again, much sooner than expected.

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Satine couldn’t believe the words she saw before her. He whole body felt cold, and the data pad threatened to fall from her fingers. She read through Padmés message again, still not comprehending the meaning. This couldn’t happen. She had known it could, but somehow, she had never really considered it a possibility.

Obi Wan was dead.

Satine felt chill creeping through her when she read the words again.

Obi Wan was dead.

Death was something that happened to everyone but him. And even when she logically thought about it, it failed to hit home. Even when she and Obi Wan had been trapped in the mining facility a few months prior, she had felt comforted by the fact, that Obi Wan would not die alone.

Obi Wan was dead.

She blinked back tears, but they continued to fall, so she looked at the message again, trying to move past the first statement.

My Dear Satine,

Yesterday evening, Obi Wan was killed by a sniper on Coruscant. The sniper, escaped as well, but Anakin is hunting him down. The Jedi council refused to inform you, but I know how much he meant to you, and I know that you deserve to be at his funeral. It will be held tomorrow night at the Jedi Temple. I am so sorry for your loss. I would like to invite you to stay with me on Coruscant for as long as you need. If you need anything, please ask me.

Pamdé Amidala  

The entire journey seemed to both feel endless, and pass in the blink of an eye. She was accompanied by as few people as possible. She had debated whether to bring Korkie with her. When he heard, he would want to go. But would it just bring him unnecessary pain. Still, she couldn’t just let him go on believing his father was alive. He would find out eventually. Obi Wan was a well-known General, and news would spread quickly. It would be best if he had a chance to say goodbye even if he had never met him.

Korkie had been shocked, and Satine had felt her heart break when he realized what she had said to him, but then, he had pulled her into a tight embrace, like when she had escaped the mine.

“I’m so sorry, mother.” She heard his chocked voice when he called her mother. He only called her that in private.

“Don’t think about me, my dear.” She had told him, stroking his hair gently. For Korkie, the loss was that of a symbol. He had followed his father’s adventures on the news closely. Obi Wan had been his hero. He had been invincible.

So now Satine stood in the dimly light burial room in the Jedi Temple. There were very few people there. Padmé, Ahsoka, Master Skywalker, and a couple other Jedi were present. No one said anything. No one wept. But when Satine saw the body covered by a cloth bearing the emblem of the Jedi, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She covered her mouth, trying not to let a chocked sob escape her.

Obi Wan was dead.

The last time she had seen him, she had bid him goodbye. He had told her he would leave the Jedi for her, and she had said goodbye. How she wished she could go back to that moment. If she had stayed on that balcony. If she had said the words, she knew he wanted her to say, they would be back on Mandalore now, happy and safe.

The body was lowered into the tomb, and a beacon of light sprang up from the center of the spot he lay. As soon as the light appeared, she turned, took Korkie’s hand and led him from the room. There was no point in staying any longer.

But she was stopped by a voice calling her.

“Duchess. If I may have word.”

She turned to see a stern looking, dark skinned Jedi. She was tempted to ignore him, just as they had ignored her. They hadn’t even told her. If Padmé hadn’t sent the message, how long would it take for her to find out? But instead, she turned to Korkie. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up in a moment.” She rested a gentle hadn’t on his shoulder, and he nodded and left.

“What is it?” Her tone was cold, but she didn’t really care.

“I’m sorry that you came.” Satine was silent in shock at the man’s blatant admittance of indifference, but then he continued

“You see, we didn’t want to tell you, because the situation is more complicated than it appears.”

“Really! What do you mean, complicated? Obi Wan is dead, and you didn’t even bother to tell me!”

In response, the man only said, “Please follow me.”

He led her through the Temple and into a smaller medical examination room. There was a large section hidden behind foggy glass doors, which he opened for her.

Satine couldn’t move.

Obi Wan was alive.

He was sitting there, alive, breathing. His eyes were bright, and he looked healthy, if a little tired and thin.

He looked just as shocked to see her as she was to see him, “Satine…I”

Satine felt the chill that had held her for the past few days suddenly dissolve as blood rushed to her head.

She stepped forward, drew back her hand and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you!”

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“Satine. I’m sorry you found out.”

“Found out! Found out!” she repeated, her voice becoming slightly hysterical, “di'kut!”

“Satine.” He said, again, shrinking smaller. There were very few circumstances which brought Satine to the point of cursing in Mando’a, and Obi Wan knew well enough when to surrender.

“I’ll leave you to it,” said the other Jedi, and turned, leaving Obi Wan alone with Satine.

“How could you have done this! I thought you were dead!”

“I didn’t want you to know, until the mission was over.”

“Copaani mirshmure'cye,” said Satine, still raging, but Obi Wan stood up from the medical bed he had been sitting on, and took her hand, gently pulling her into an embrace. The move was so surprising, she didn’t resist him. Nor did she really want to. Only a few minutes ago, she thought she would never feel his touch again.

“Gedet'ye, sushir at ni,” he spoke quietly. The words were so familiar and calming. It had been so long since she had heard him speak Mando’a.

“I was asked to fake my death for a mission, and I requested that you not be informed.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you to grieve for me needlessly. I didn’t to put you through that.”

Her anger had faded mostly, replaced by overwhelming relief. She was starting to become shaky now.

“I thought you were dead.” She said again, almost in a whisper. Now that he stood before her, she truly grasped what had happened, and she furiously blinked back tears.

She turned her head away from him, when the tears started streaming down her face, and she said in a stutter voice, “Shut up.”

But he pulled her into another embrace, holding her like he was afraid she would disappear.

“I love you,” she managed to say.

“I love you too.”

“I know.”

They had admitted love before, but now the continued acknowledgement of it, made her stomach turn when she remembered the last time, he had said that. She stepped back, and took him in more carefully. He looked weary, and thin. His shoulders sagged more, like they bore an even heavier load.

“You look tired.”

“So do you.” It was true, she hadn’t exactly been sleeping well the last few nights, but she wasn’t about to let Obi Wan steer the conversation away.

“How have you been?”

He looked for a moment as if he wanted to shrug the question off. But then he saw the hard, but steady look in her eyes.

“Not well. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. It just keeps going.” From “it” she knew he meant the war.

“The fighting just goes on and on, and every time I close my eyes, I see them.”

“Who?”

“My men. All of them who’ve died around me. I’ve lost count, until I see death around me, and I don’t feel anything. Like I’ve gone numb. The Force gets colder and colder, and I’m afraid.”

She could see the shame in his face when he said it. “Fear is natural, Obi Wan. Do not feel the need to hide it from me. I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Satine paused. Doubt clawing her. Was she making a mistake? Would she regret this? But when she looked at him now, she knew. If she said nothing, she would regret it for the rest of her life. If Obi Wan was to die, he would die by her side. The truth had been as clear as day, when she had received Padmés letter. Obi Wan made her stronger, and she would not leave him alone like this again.

“I’m sorry for saying goodbye.”

She could see the shift in his expression. The slight glimmer of hope. The hesitancy.

“Satine, my feelings have not changed, but if you say goodbye again, I will hold my silence from now on.”

She thought about the future she had seen. Was that truly what lay in store? What right did she have to make him abandon his life for her? When the silence stretched on, she saw the hope in his eyes fade.

“Well,” she said finally, “You never could hold your tongue anyway.”

The light in his face rekindled, but there was still doubt, “Is this what I think you’re saying?”

Satine cleared away all the doubt in both their hearts, when she said steadily. “Stay with me. I will not send you away again, I promise.”

The smiled at the amazement, and pure joy that seemed to radiate from him that moment, and boldly, leaned forward, stopping a few inches away, before gently kissing him. It was short, and chaste. An assurance of her promise.

But it was only a second or two before he closed the distance again, still in a daze, but happy to make the most of the moment.

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Obi Wan waited in his cell. The vocal emulator in his throat was still uncomfortable, but he had been told that he would get used to it. He tried to dwell only on the mission, but his mind drifted. He thought about Satine. One more mission, he had told her. It was too late to back out on this assignment, but as soon as it was done, he would inform the Council.

He remembered the dizzy euphoria he had felt when she had asked him to stay with her. It seemed almost too good to be true. Finally, he could leave all of this death behind. Leaving with Satine was one of the few things that just felt right.

Then he thought of Anakin. He had heard the grief and rage in his voice when he had threatened whom he believed to be Hardeen.  

It was wrong to trick Anakin in such a way. And on top of that to abandon him. He hadn’t technically been ordered to do it, but he discreetly opened a private comm channel, on the communicator hidden in his cuff.

“Satine? Are you there?”

The connection was staticky, as the prison had been designed to disrupt communication.

“Who is this? Why have you called me?” Her voice was sharp and wary. 

“It’s Obi Wan, I have vocal emulator in my throat."

There was a pause as she considered whether to believe it, “Obi Wan, when we were attacked by venomites years ago, what planet were we on?"

“Draboon.” He answered swiftly.

“Oh thank god. I was afraid you’d been caught."

“I’m fine, the mission is going as planned so far. I’m asking you to talk to Anakin. He needs to know I’m alive before he does something reckless.”

“They haven’t told him yet?”

“No.”

“Did they order you to?”

“No.”

“I see.” He could almost hear the smirk on her lips, “Very well. I’ll tell him. But I’m not telling him about us. I think you should be the one to do it.”

“I know, and I will.”

“Stay safe, my dear.”

He felt an odd feeling when he heard her say the words so easily. It was a warm, uninhibited affection. He had never felt such a feeling without it being immediately followed by guilt.

“I will. I love you.”

He could hear her laugh, “I know.”

The channel went dead.

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The Jedi Council sat in a shocked silence. Obi Wan stood before them, shame bubbling up in his core. What if this was a terrible mistake? How could he have been so selfish?

“This is surprising news, Master Kenobi. I must say that we did not expect it from you.”

“I know this may seem impulsive, but I have come to realize that I cannot partake in this war. I have always put the order first, above all else. But I can’t do that any longer.”

Master Yoda was silent during the conversation. He looked mournful, his ears dropped, and he seemed to be contemplating something within.

The other Jedi, were shocked into silence.

“Well,” said Master Windu, trying to come up with some logical reason to make Obi Wan stay, “We cannot stop you from leaving. You will be missed.”

“Thank you.”

“For your dedicated service, thank you we do.” Said Yoda finally, and Obi Wan turned to leave, not looking back.

There was a pain in his heart as he walked. But also, somehow, he felt lighter than he had in years. He felt free.

There were two more people to say goodbye to. And they would be the hardest.

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“What! You can’t!” Anakin towered over him when he stood. Disbelief, mixed with anger shone clearly in his eyes.

“Master, you’re needed here. You can’t just leave!

“I’m sorry Anakin, but I’ve made my choice.”

“Why! Why are you doing this? The Jedi Order is your life!”

“It was.”

Ahsoka stood behind Anakin. Equally shocked, but quiet.

“Where are you gonna go?”

“I’m going to Mandalore.”

This took the wind out of Anakin’s sails. Finally, he understood the reason for Obi Wan’s choice.

“I see.” He heaved a sigh. Obi Wan could almost see his mind turning. Anakin could not fault him for choosing love over the Order. Obi Wan was no idiot. He saw the small looks and quick touches that were shared between Anakin and Padmé. He didn’t bother questioning Anakin about where he went on most nights, deciding to let him be happy. Now, Anakin could not reasonably blame Obi Wan for something he had already done.

It was Ahsoka who accepted the reality of the situation first. She stepped forward, and in a moment od boldness, embraced Obi Wan around the waist.

“We’ll miss you. Don’t forget to call.”

She turned away, but Obi Wan could tell from her voice that she was close to tears.

“I understand wanting to leave the Order.” Said Anakin eventually. All the surprise now gone from his face.

“I know.”

Obi Wan was about to turn away, but a pull kept him rooted to the spot. He needed to leave Anakin with something. So much had gone unsaid between them for years.

“Anakin, I’m so proud of the Jedi, no, the man that you’ve become. It was privilege to be your teacher, and your friend.”

His footsteps echoed hollowly on the marble floor as he left.

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Obi Wan was given a decent number of credits, and a ship. He was allowed to bring any personal belongings with him, except for his lightsaber, which he wrapped in a cloth, and set in Anakin’s quarters. Besides that, he had very little that he wanted to bring with him. So he gathered them into a small bag, and descended three steps of the Temple. After saying his goodbye, he had no desire to linger with them, so he left discreetly at sunrise.

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Satine met him at the landing pad. There were usually a small group of people around her when she was in public, all excited at the chance to meet their Duchess. And even though she had attempted to be discreet, she had been recognized.

Obi Wan descended cautiously from the ship. Pausing when he saw the people, but Satine stepped toward him.

“Just ignore them.” Her eyes shone when she saw him, and couldn’t hide the smile on her lips. Despite the crowd, Obi Wan couldn’t help folding her into a warm embrace. All his doubts had dissolved when he saw her. This was worth it. The week he had spent under cover had been the longest week of his life, but now, there was nothing to separate them.

The idea was so foreign, so unreal, that he wondered often whether it was a dream.

Satine took his arm, and led him to the speeder. It took off, leaving the crowd behind. During the trip, they both stole quick glances at each other. The giddy feeling of freedom and happiness making them feel like teenagers again.

When he sat next to her, a new feeling of anxiety washed over him. What was he supposed to do? What happened now? She noticed his unusably shyness, and took his hand, kissing it gently.

He had been inside her home before. It was large and comfortable, but certainly not a palace. The main throne room was attached to many government offices. Satine lived further away. It made the house feel less formal.

“Here,” Satine led him into an airy bedroom, “You can sleep here if you like. My room is down the hall. I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s fine too. I just didn’t want to presume…”

“Don’t worry. It’s lovely.”

It occurred to her later, that he had never actually stated whether he wanted his own room or not.

She left Obi Wan to rest and unpack. It took only a minute or two, so Obi Wan watched the garden below. It was slightly secluded, as it was a private space. A boy was sitting on a bench in the garden. It looked like he was reading or writing. He looked, perhaps sixteen or seventeen.

The boy closed his book, and sat back, admiring the garden, his face tilted upward, and it sent an electric shock through Obi Wan. That face was so familiar. The nose, the chin, were an exact copy of Satine. But the hair, and the eyes.

Oh no.

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Oh no.

Maybe he was just imagining it. The boy was rather far away after all.

But the similarities. When he stood up, he carried himself in the same way. He would be about the right age.

Oh no.

Obi Wan’s mind raced through every interaction he had had with Satine since that fateful year. There had to be clue. Had she said something? Had she dropped hints? The chance was ridiculously slim.

Oh no.

The year they had spent together had been a whirlwind of danger and excitement. He had tried to stay mindful of attachments, but he had been nineteen. They had never known whether they would live to see tomorrow, so they had…. Taken chances.

There had been one night. The only night. The had both been in need of comfort.

Oh no.

What had it been like for her? How many moments had he missed? And now, this boy, was grown.

The overlapping, overpowering emotions threatened to burst out. He hastily sat down on the bed. In the course of mere days, a million possibilities of what his life could be like, had appeared. But only now did he comprehend what he had missed.

He was still sitting there, with his head in his hands, when Satine came back. She had entered cautiously; in case he was sleeping.

“Satine, who is the boy in the garden?”

Satine crossed to the window, and her heart stopped.

“I think you already know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were a Jedi. I didn’t want to distract you from your duty to the Order.”

Obi Wan stood up, and she read clearly the hurt written on it.

“You had no right to keep it a secret from me!”

“Obi Wan, think about it? We were nineteen. I thought it was for the best.”

“For the best? If I had known –.” But Satine interrupted.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. If you had known, what would you have done?”

“I would have stayed.” Answered Obi Wan with no hesitation.

“And what then? You would have stayed with us, because you believed it to be your duty, not because you freely chose it. We would have been happy for what? A year? Three years? Then, what would have happened? You would always be wondering what your life would be like if you were a Jedi. Admit it, you would have regretted leaving. I didn’t want you to spend the rest of your life resenting me.”

“Satine. I would never think that! But now, I never got the chance.”

Obi Wan didn’t finish his thought, but it was clear. He never got the chance to love his son. He never got the chance to watch him grow up.

“Does he know?”

“Yes.”

“Can I speak with him?”

She looked at him in surprise. He was really asking permission to speak to his own son?

“Of course.”

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Korkie didn’t come inside until dinner time. He had gotten lost in the wide universe in his book. Imagining worlds beyond the unknown, he had let the hours slip by.

When he went into the dining room, there he was. He had been a bundle of nerves ever since his mother told him that his father was coming home to stay.

What would he be like? Was he nice? Would he like Korkie?

He was taken aback by how familiar he looked. He had seen pictures of him, but this was different.

The sudden end to the excited wait halted him.

“Oh. Hello.” Was all he could think to say.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Korkie.” Said Obi Wan. Korkie tried to find something to say to that. When he was a young child. He would dream that his father would return. He had been larger than life. But now that it was happening, he had no idea how to react.

“Oh, um, thanks. I mean it’s great to meet you too. I mean, I came to your funeral, but I guess that doesn’t count.”

Obi Wan sighed, “I’m sorry that I did that. It was thoughtless.”

Satine finally spoke up. “Are we actually going to eat? Or do we just want to stare at each other?”

Korkie hastily sat down, placed the napkin on his lap. For the first time in his life, he was glad his mother had forced him to take etiquette class in boarding school.

There were a few minutes of silence, as Satine served herself, then passed the food to Korkie. Once every one had served themselves, Satine turned to Korkie, “How has school been? Have you been spending time with your friends?”

“Yeah. We hang out a lot. We’ve been pretty board since Ahsoka left.”

“Ahsoka taught you?” asked Obi Wan.

“She taught us about corruption, and helped us arrest the Prime Minister.”

“You arrested the Prime Minister.” Obi Wan looked between the two. Clearly Ahsoka had not mentioned the details of her mission.

Korkie launched into the story of how he, Ahsoka, and his friends had discovered the conspiracy on Mandalore. By the end of the story, the tension at the table had eased, and Korkie was becoming more comfortable.

“How is Ahsoka doing these days?” asked Satine.

“She’s been exceeding all expectations. She didn’t mention this particular mission to me. Most impressive.”

His smile made Korkie want to swell with pride.

“I’ve been following you on the holonet.” Said Korkie, then tried to elaborate, “Well, I mean. I’ve been learning all about your campaigns. How did you handle that big dragon on Coruscant?”

“Ah, the Zillo Beast. That was an unfortunate mistake.”

They talked through the rest of the evening, Korkie asking about various adventures Obi Wan had gone on, and Obi Wan inquiring about his life.

When the meal was finished and the dishes cleaned up, Satine retired to her room, and Obi Wan and Korkie took a walk in the garden.

“I noticed you reading earlier today. What was it?”

Korkie showed him the book, and they chatted a little until they came to a bench under a tree.

“Korkie, I would like to apologize to you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t with you when you were growing up.”

“I know why mom didn’t tell you about me. I don’t blame you.”

“I know I can’t expect you to adjust to my being her all at once. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to try and make up for lost time.”

Korkie grinned. “Sound like a plan. I never thought you’d actually come back to stay. It feels weird.”  

“Well, I’m here.”

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By the next morning, news about Obi Wan’s presence had spread all over the planet. Speculation ran wild about his relationship to the Duchess. While Obi Wan was famous in the Republic, Mandalorians had split opinions about him.

A few days passed, and the whispers only grew.

Obi Wan, for his part, stayed out of the public eye. He spent time with Korkie talking with him, helping him with his studies, or just hanging out.

Obi Wan had just entered Satine’s office room that morning, and he caught a bit of her conversation with her advisor.

“You need to issue a statement, Ma’am. Something to set the record straight.”

Satine looked up as he came into the room.

And the man nodded respectfully at him.

“Obi Wan, I think you should participate in this. You may have some insight.”

The man who introduced himself as secretary Saschi, continued speaking.

“The news of your arrival has been the subject of a great deal of gossip, as I’m sure you’re aware. And due to your display of affection on the landing pad, people are assuming the two of you are…” he tried to come up with a delicate way of putting it, “Involved.”

“We are.” Said Satine.

“Yes, well you see, a decent percentage of Mandalorians are suspicious of Jedi, and the Republic. They will view you as an outsider. Also, tradition is important to many Mandalorians. It would be seen as improper for you to be, involved, without being married.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard.” Said Obi Wan turning to Satine, “What do you say?”

She laughed. “As far as proposals go, that was uniquely pathetic.”

“Actually, ma’am, according to tradition, the ruler most be the one to propose.” Said Saschi, apologetically.

“Very well, draft a statement, saying that we are engaged. That should clear things up.”

“Of course.”

It was not until several minutes later, as Satine sat reading reports, and Obi Wan studied his data pad, that Obi Wan finally said, “You haven’t actually proposed to me yet.”

Then he raised an arm above his head to shield himself from the sheaf of papers she used to smack him over the head.

“You’re impossible.”

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The news of their engagement flew like wildfire. It garnered more publicity than anyone had guessed. On Republic planets the news circulated among celebrity news cities. It was mostly positive. But closer to home, opinions were divided. Some welcomed Obi Wan as a bold new leader, while others called him a Republic Spy, Jedi Fanatic, War Monger, or more colorful terms.

As instructed, Obi Wan had kept to himself, and not shown himself since arriving on Mandalore. But the gossip would not die. Obi Wan had learned not watch the Holo-news if he wanted to have a good night’s sleep.

The awkwardness of Obi Wan’s new life was fading, replaced by simple happiness. He had never imaged the joy that waking up beside someone could bring. He felt more at peace than he had ever been.

This was not saying that Obi Wan was ignorant of the state of the Galaxy. The war still dragged on, and he would keep an eye open for news of Anakin or Ahsoka in vain. Despite Mandalore’s neutrality, the war had made its way there. Supplies difficult to come by, and crime became more frequent. Death Watch thrived on the struggle. Blaming the food shortages and poverty on the Duchess.

It was one evening, a week before the wedding, when Obi Wan was reading across from Satine’s desk. It had become a habit. He would sit there in silence while she worked, and study. He had delved into learning Mandalorian culture with a passion. While he spoke basic Mano’a he had been improving greatly within the last few weeks. He studied their history, their laws, and their art.

The only sound in the room was Satine’s sigh as she looked over yet another document.

“I was thinking…” said Obi Wan eventually.

“What a surprise.” Satine commented dryly, but Obi Wan ignored it.

“I was thinking that you might want some help with that. I had a few ideas.”

“What kind of ideas?” asked Satine a touch defensively.

“Well, due to Mandalore’s neutrality, trade has been blocked.”

“You aren’t seriously suggesting we join the Republic!”

“No. I’m not, but we need allies. Trade partners, and the safe transportation of supplies.”

“The Council of Neutral systems is not recognized by the Republic or the Separatists.”

“Exactly, so they aren’t legally obliged to help us. What is the point of an alliance then?”

“What do you propose we do?”

“We need a better trade agreement. So that the market isn’t so limited.”

“It would be difficult to persuade them.”

“Well, Mandalore has valuable resources that we can trade.”

“You mean Beskar. Don’t you?”

“We can sell it in exchange for essentials.”

“It won’t be long before the Republic or the Separatists want to get their hands on it. It will only become a weapon.” Said Satine.

“Perhaps, but if we only sell it to other neutral planets, we can decrease the likelihood of that. There are plenty of good mines on Concordia, and instead of making armor and weapons, it can be used for ship building, and construction.”

“Those mines were shut down because they destroyed Concordia’s ecosystem.”

“Yes, we can have both if only small areas are developed, while the rest of the surface remains untouched.”

Satine looked away, considering. But Obi Wan pressed his point, “The only way we can ensure our people’s security is through economic strength.”

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do.” Said Satine then smiled at him. “You said, ‘our people.’”

Obi Wan only nodded. “Oh, and one more idea I had…”

Satine laughed, “I thought you didn’t like politics.”

“I also said I was a Jedi. Don’t believe everything I say.”

“Go on.”

“Well, I know you’re not going to like this idea, but I think we need a better military.”

“Oh, is that it?  I’ll have that done in a minute.” Said Satine sarcastically, “You know I won’t agree to that. If we create an army, we might as well invite the Separatists to our doorstep!”

“Not an army. But we can’t defend ourselves like this. What if the Separatists decided to march into Sundari tomorrow? We can’t hold them back.”

“No, Obi Wan.” Said Satine standing up. “I have not worked my entire life to bring peace, only to give up at the slightest risk!”

She glared angrily at him, and he said finally. “Very well. I’m sorry for overstepping. It wasn’t my place.” He looked like he wanted so say something else, but stopped himself. In the next moment he had left the room.

Obi Wan went to the garden. It was where he spent much of his time now. It reminded him of the many courtyards at the Jedi Temple. There was a small stone wall encircling it, that blocked out the street, giving it a sense of quiet.

Now, as he sat down on the bench, something felt different. It was an old feeling. Something he knew very well. Someone was watching him. Immediately he prepared himself for action. Maybe it was Death Watch. A tight coil of fear leaped inside him when he thought of it. Where was Korkie? Was Satine safe? Was there a bomb? Or sniper?

But there was nothing. Except, a small scratching from behind some bushes. Obi Wan went to investigate, but found nothing but the old stone wall. It was rugged here, there were some cracks in it where he could see the street. There it was. Something had been jammed into one of the cracks.

It was a tightly rolled piece of paper. He removed it and read a short message.

Consider this a warning, Jedi whore. You have no place here. You will be dead before you ever touch that throne

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Satine found Obi Wan in his room that evening. He was meditating, she stood at the threshold for a while, until he opened his eyes.

His room was still clean, save for a piece of paper on his desk. She crossed the room, and read the words written on it.

“It’s probably Death Watch.” Was Obi Wan’s comment. He sounded matter of fact, and casual.

“I doubt it. They tend to send larger messages.”

Obi Wan nodded in agreement, and she stared at him. He seemed perfectly calm, even when she felt like she wanted to tear the paper to shreds.

“How can be so blasé? This is a death threat!”

“I had gathered that, and shall act accordingly.” He took the paper back from her, and turned away.

Satine took a deep breath making sure to reign in her temper. Instead, she moved closer to him, and took his hand, “I’m sorry. I overreacted earlier. You know how I feel about war, but I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you.”

He looked at her, then smiled, “You’re right, you shouldn’t have, but I know I shouldn’t interfere with your work.”

“Obi Wan. Your place is with me. It’s unfair to force you to give up your life, and not let you take part in mine.”

They stood together; their noses almost touching. He was still unsure when it came to closeness. He was waiting for her to make a move. She pulled away, smirking when she caught a flicker of disappointment cross his face.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Okay.”

She stopped in the doorway before she left turning back to him, “And you’re coming with me.” She laughed at the blush that rose to his face, but he followed her out of the room.

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Obi Wan sat with Satine while her council debated endlessly. The main topic of discussion was their imminent wedding, and Obi Wan found himself growing more and more frustrated. There had been more news of Death Watch attacks on Kalavala, and rationing was worse than ever, yet the people before him were arguing over whether Obi Wan would be granted the title of Archduke, or Viscount. A brief glance at Satine sitting beside him, and he could tell she shared his impatience.

“And he will of course, have to take the Kryze name.” said one, Allnon, was his name.

“Yes, of course, but the formalities must be considered. It must be a traditional Mandalorian ceremony.”

Obi Wan could tell that Satine was about to lose patience, so he placed a hand on hers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, if this matter is settled, I would like to begin negotiations with the Council of Neutral Systems, and begin the production of Beskar on Concordia.”

The other’s looked at him in annoyance. Clearly, they would have preferred he keep his mouth shut.

“That is a bold endeavor, Master Jedi. I—”

“Yes. It is. And I’d like to begin as soon as possible,” said Obi Wan, cutting him off. 

“You would have to discuss it with the Governor.” Said one woman.

“Very well. I’ll leave later this afternoon. Meanwhile, I will leave the question of my title, in your capable hands.” And with an inclination of his head, he left.

Obi Wan was on his way to the landing pad when Satine found him. “Don’t go. It’s not safe on Concordia.”

“I know, but the Governor will be more willing to agree to my proposal if I’m there in person.”

“There is a great deal of Death Watch activity still there. I’m sure you remember what happened last time. And besides, maybe it’s best if you lie low for a while.”

Obi Wan turned to her, “One threat is not going to frighten me into hiding. If I’m going to ever be worthy to stand by your side and lead Mandalore, I need to earn it.”

“Obi Wan, you don’t have to prove yourself to me.”

“Maybe not to you, but your people have no reason to trust me.”

They were interrupted as Korkie arrived beside them, out of breath. “I heard you’re going to Concordia. I’m coming too. I’ve already packed.”

“It’s too dangerous.” Said Obi Wan immediately, ignoring the look Satine gave him.

“I can help you. And I can take care of myself. I’ve been practicing with my blaster.”

“I don’t think it’s wise,” Obi Wan began, but Korkie looked at him, and said “please?”

He turned to Satine, asking for her approval. “Fine. You can come, but be on your guard.”

“Yes! Thank you. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“It’s not going to be very interesting.”

Satine watched as they left. When she turned back, she reflected. She had never expected to experience these moments. Why had she hesitated to ask him to stay? He already looked twice as healthy as he did during the war. A consistent sleep schedule and regular food had worked wonders. As she was walking home, she promised herself she would never take this life for granted.

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“Would you like some Tea, General?”

“Yes, thank you. But I’m not a General anymore.”

Korkie was beginning to regret his decision after several hours of negotiations. The Governor was reluctant to agree to his father’s terms, even after hearing the benefits. Korkie tried to pay attention. He understood the main concept. He had studied economics at the academy, but his frustration grew over time.

The man was stalling. He kept giving excuses and hypothetical problems in response to Obi Wans suggestions. Korkie fidgeted. Obi Wan however, was calm. It was quite impressive, Korkie thought, how he stayed patient and pleasant despite the difficulties.

He shot his father a pained look and he took the hint.

“Korkie. You look tired. You can step outside if you like.”

He gratefully stood up and left, hearing the discussion continue before the closed the door.

“I’m sorry, General Kenobi, but it will simply be too expensive.”

“I’ve already run the calculations. It’s actually a manageable price, and it will generate…”

He closed the door, and sighed. The thought that he might one day have to do that sort of thing as the Duke of Mandalore made his head hurt.

They were meeting in a large community building. They had been told it would be more discreet. Afterall, the threat of Death Watch was still present here. In fact, there had been an attack within the last two weeks. The representative building from Sundari had been destroyed. It made the message clear.

The town around them was shabby. While it may once have been a bustling center, many houses had long been boarded up. The people here had studied them when they arrived, as they had unfortunately been followed by several reporters and photographers. It was his father’s first appearance in public since his arrival three weeks before, and he had been bombarded with questions as soon as he arrived on the landing pad.

Now they waited outside the building. Some of them were talking among themselves, or in holomeetings with their superiors, but when they saw him, they thronged around him.

“What is General Kenobi’s status in the Kryze family?”

“Does the Duchess know about this excursion?”

“Will the wedding follow Mandalorian tradition or will it deviate?”

“What is your relationship to General Kenobi?”

“Uh…” Korkie glanced around for an escape route. The press normally respected his privacy and left him alone, but this was too much of a story to pass up.

His mother had drilled him on his standard response to questions such as these, so he regurgitated it to them now, “I will not be answering your questions until my Aunt and Obi Wan Kenobi issue a statement shortly.”

They didn’t look satisfied with that, and were about to ask more questions, when a voice cut through them, “That’s enough. Let’s give the boy some space.”

“Governor. Have you finished the negotiations?”

“No. I’m was merely fetching some refreshments.”

Korkie had to look up to look the man in the eyes, and as he did, he noticed a small movement behind him.

Squinting, he saw it again. Someone was hiding on the roof. He caught the quick glimpse of a helmet before it disappeared again. The roof was a high vaulted

construction, with the meeting room below it. During the meeting, Korkie had studied the room for something to do, and noticed an open skylight on the roof.

From that vantage point, you could jump down into…

Korkie didn’t finish the thought, but roughly shoved his way out of the crowd. He sprinted to the double doors and flung them open.

A small metal cylinder hit the floor. Obi Wan glanced up. Then, there was pandemonium.

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He saw his father leap forward, not at him, but at the thing on the floor. He landed on it, and curled his body over it.

Korkie felt his blood run cold, but when his father did not explode before his eyes, he did a double take.

 Something as loud as an earthquake struck him, and he was launched back. He saw Obi Wan fly through the air, but there was no fire or sparks, only sound. There was shattering of glass. Then nothing. Korkie groaned. He wasn’t dead. His body wouldn’t hurt if he were dead. There was a high buzzing in his head that he couldn’t shake.

When he opened his eyes, he coughed dust. The entire room was foggy. He blinked trying to cleat his vision, but realized. His eyes were fine, but the air was full of dense smaug. He couldn’t see past his own hand.

Everything seemed oddly quiet except for that buzzing sound.

Then something loomed out of the smoke and he recoiled, only to recognize his father. He was covered in soot.

“Are you alright?” Obi Wan sounded terrified, and that spooked him.

“Yeah. What’s happen…”

Obi Wan turned swiftly and pulled Korkie out of the way of a blaster shot. He could hear heavy footsteps in the room.

Obi Wan stretched out his hand, and a metal pipe flew to it. He carefully positioned himself in front of Korkie, and they then he crept forward.

A Mandalorian appeared out of the darkness and fired rapidly at Obi Wan, who dodged them, and brought the pipe around to the man’s shoulder. There was a loud clang of metal on metal. Then, something pierced the gloom. It was dark, but shimmered with an odd ancient light. The blade swept past Obi Wan, and sliced the pipe in two. It fell the ground with a clatter.

Korkie watched dazedly as the two were submerged by smoke. He could hear them, but he had no idea what was going on.

Finally, his wits were returning, and he pulled out the small stun pistol he had covertly brought with him.

His eyes watered. He couldn’t see anything, let alone shoot.

Distantly, he heard the loud clamor outside, and the sounds of sirens blaring. Help would be on the way soon, but it would probably be to late.

Biting back the fear, he crept toward the sound of the saber, and the occasional clangs that meant Obi Wan had landed a hit.

He stumbled slightly over rubble and rock, and suddenly he was upon them. He nearly ran into the man, bumping into his armored chest. Before he could react. The man, and grabbed his arm in a steel grip.

A second later, the man doubled over as Obi Wan drove into him. Korkie quickly caught his bearings, and fired. It didn’t do much. It only stopped him briefly. And he raised his saber to strike down. Korkie fired again, and this time, he deflected it with the blade.

Korkie’s hands were now shaking violently. His heart was pounding in his chest like it wanted to break his ribs. He fired more rapidly, forcing the man to perry the blasts rather than attack him, but he was gaining ground. He knocked the blaster out of Korkie’s hands, and drew back to slice him in half.

Korkie wanted to scream, but his voice was gone.  Nothing happened. The Mandalorian no longer stood before him, but crumpled on the ground.

Korkie looked to the ground. A metal helmet rolled across the floor. Korkie wanted to throw up. His father stepped out from the curtain of dust, with the dark blade ignited in his hand.

There were other voices now. There was a shaft of light dispersing the smoke. He felt his father’s firm hand on his shoulder, guiding him out into the blinding light outside. There were peace officers everywhere, and the photographers were frantic. It was funny, he thought, that you could be fighting for your life, and outside, there were people worried about not getting a good view.

“Are you alright?”

Obi Wan knelt before him, gently checking hm over for injuries.

Korkie nodded numbly.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Four.”

“Good. The medics are here. They’re going to take you to a hospital, alright?”

“I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”

“You’re going anyway. You could have sustained head trauma.”

He felt himself being led to a speeder, and let his head fall onto Obi Wan’s shoulder. He felt him flinch.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course.”

“You might have sustained head trauma.” Korkie couldn’t help but tease him, even though his brain was still spinning.

“Do as I say not as I do.”

“That’s exactly what mother says.”

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Obi Wan sat in an examination room. He was having his hearing checked. The doctor said that the high ringing in his ears was temporary, and would get better in the next day or so. It didn’t mother him much. He’d had worse injuries. What bothered him was the vulnerability that the attack had exposed. The note he had received resurfaced in his mind again. What if the events of the last hour had played out differently, what if they had gotten hurt? What if Korkie had been killed?

Even now, there was a lingering doubt in his mind. Maybe he was hurt more than Obi Wan had realized.

The idea made a cold feeling enter his heart. He could not face Satine if that ever happened. He was a danger to them. Fear rose again when he thought of Satine. Did she know yet? Was she okay? Or had Death Watch struck while he was away?

Obi Wan looked at the metal hilt in his hand. He had seen that blade before. He’d taken it from Visla’s body before they left. It felt…natural in his hand. Like his old lightsaber.

His communicator went off, beeping insistently.

“Obi Wan, are you there.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m here.”

“I saw what happened on the news.” Said Satine’s shaky voice through the communicator, “What happened?”

“A bomb, but it’s alright now, I think.”

“I’ll meet you. Are sure you’re alright? What happened in there? How’s Korkie. Is he alright?”

Obi Wan ended her endless flow of worried questions with his words, hoping to soothe her.

“Korkie’s being examined by a doctor now.”

“I’ll be there in six hours. Call me again and give me an update alright?”

“No. It’s still dangerous. You’re safest at home.”

“I want an update as soon as possible. If it’s anything serious I’m flying over immediately, alright?”

“Don’t worry. He’ll be alright.”

Obi Wan found a nurse shortly, “May I speak with Korkie Kryze?”

“His injuries are superficial Master Kenobi, but I’m afraid I can only let family in to see him.”

Obi Wan was usually not one to pull rank on principle, but the last couple months had been full of change. Something protective had grown in him. He might have called it attachment, but he no longer cared about the rules of the Jedi. Satine and Korkie had become two of the most important people in his life. It as a strange feeling. It had never been in his vocabulary, but if he had to reflect, he would now what it was. Family.

“I am his step-father. I’m sure that qualifies.” Over many years of negotiations, Obi Wan learned the art of the intimidating smile. He employed it now to great effect. It was subtle, and at first glance friendly, but when directed at a target could become icy.

Needless to say, he was ushered into the examination shortly, also with slightly less money.

“How are you feeling?” Was Obi Wan’s first question when he entered. His son was sitting upright having his blood pressure checked.

“Better.” Korkie looked alright, “What’s that?” he pointed at the hilt in Obi Wan’s hand.

“I’m not sure.” Obi Wan had an idea of what it was. He had seen it before. On the night he and Satine had been shut inside a building about to explode.

This was stolen from your Jedi Temple by my ancestors during the fall of the old Republic.

That was what Vizla had said. Was it true? He couldn’t remember mention of it in his education at the Temple.

“It looks like a lightsaber.” Korkie observed, “What happened to your old one?”

“I left it behind. But it doesn’t matter. We’re going home tomorrow, as soon as your well enough to travel.”

“What about negotiations?”

“We’ll think about that later. It’s hardly the most important issue. The Baskar mines will have to wait.”

Obi Wan’s senses were on high alert for the rest of the trip. He was sure he’d strained his neck by how often he was looking over his shoulder. All in all, it was a relief to arrive on Mandalore once again.

It had been agreed that, for the sake of public perception, it would be best to appear unafraid after the attack. Otherwise, the security could give rise to panic.

So, Satine met them at the landing flatform as usual.

“Will I always have a welcoming party when returning home?” asked Obi Wan sarcastically when they were swarmed by people.

“I’m afraid so, my dear.” Satine answered, before embracing both Obi Wan and Korkie. He could sense her anxiety coming off her in waves, but it was Korkie who spoke up.

He placed a hand on his mother’s shoulder, “We’re both alright, Auntie. And we’re home now. Let’s go.”

It only now that people started noticed what Obi Wan held in his left hand, and whispers swept the crowd, giving it the illusion of wind in a field of grass.

When Satine noticed, she carefully stepped beside Obi Wan to shelter him from the crowd.

“Come on,” She led them to the speeder, but people were converging on them.

“Why are they looking at the lightsaber?” asked Obi Wan, but Satine brushed it aside.

“It’s not important right now.”

As soon as the door closed, everyone let out a sigh. It had been an exhausting few days. Korkie yawned, and Obi Wan noticed his eyes drooping. Gently, he led the boy to his room. If Korkie had been more awake, he may have objected to being treated like a child, but now, he let Satine lay a blanket over, him brushing a strand of auburn hair out of his eyes.

When they closed the door, Obi Wan folded Satine into a tight embrace.

“I was so worried.” Satine murmured into his shoulder, “Especially after the letter.”

“I’m sorry,” Obi Wan responded, “This is my fault. I should have taken the letter seriously. We’re both incredibly lucky to have gotten out of that.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I thought about what you said. About building a better military, and your right.”

“I think I might still be deaf, because I could swear, I just heard Satine saying she wanted to build an army.”

Satine rolled her eyes, but smiled, “You heard me right. I’m not saying that I’m endorsing violence, but agree that people need to be able to defend themselves, and we need to have a strong enough army to protect ourselves.”

“Thank you,” said Obi Wan sincerely. He knew the mental struggle she had fought to come to this decision. She hated violence of any kind.

“Also,” She took his hand, and led him through the house to her office. When she opened the door, he could see a separate desk had been set up near her own.

“I had this set up so that you could have a place to work.”

“Work on what?”

“In a week, we’re going to be married. You always want to be doing something to help those around you. I saw it when you were a Jedi. I cannot take that away from you, nor do I want to. From now on, I want you by my side when I rule.”

“You might regret saying that.” Said Obi Wan teasing her, but she could tell he was touched by the way he kissed her.

The next day, Obi Wan was busy at work. There were several buildings not far away from the palace, that were going to be torn down. Instead, Obi Wan made plans to refurbish them, and turn them into a training academy for New Mandalorian Guardians. That was what they were labeled as, so as to make it sound less martial.

The news of the construction, was dwarfed however, by the talk of the Darksaber. Pictures had been taken of Obi Wan holding the Darksaber when he arrived in Sundari.

After the significance had been explained to him, Obi Wan had immediately turned to Satine, the hilt in his hand.

“That’s not how it works. It must be won in combat.”

“But I’m not Mandalorian. It’s only going to invite trouble.”

“You don’t have to be born a Mandalorian to wield the Darksaber, Obi Wan. You won it. It’s yours. I never held much stock in legends like that, but this is rather fortuitous.”

Obi Wan had mixed feelings about the saber. It simplified many things. Those who had previously railed against him for defiling tradition, now glorified him. Still, holding the saber felt like holding the weight of a planet. And figuratively, it was true. The hopes of Mandalore now rested with him and Satine. And that hope now seemed dim. The war was worse than ever. Although he tides turned in favor of the Republic, death and destruction still spread.

In three days, Obi Wan had secured an agreement from Concordia to reopen mining operations, and held several meetings with neutral planets concerning better trade agreements.

Death Watch was in full retreat, and without Vizla, it was clear they wouldn’t last long. So, it was a clear morning, four days before the wedding, when Obi Wan saw a Mandalorian in full armor land before him.

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Bo Katan was not one to waste words. She got right to the point. Out of respect, she removed her helmet, giving the former Jedi a signal that she intended no harm. He was wary no the less.

“Who are you. I warn you that I am prepared to fight.”

“I’m well aware, Kenobi. I have not come here to fight, nor to see my sister.”

“Your sister?”

“I am Bo Katan Kryze. Satine is my sister.”

“And yet you wear the armor of Death Watch,” Obi Wan pointed out, still not looking reassured.

“Yes, I was a member of Death Watch, not no longer.”

“So you’ve abandoned Vizla’s men?”

“I am loyal to Mandalore, not Pre Vizla. While he wielded the Darksaber, he held the honor of Mand’alore. But that duty rests on new shoulders.”

Kenobi looked, if possible, even more wary.

“I have come to pledge my loyalty to you. You have proven yourself to be a strong and wise warrior, both as a Jedi, and now as a Mandalorian.”

“Why? Why, would you follow me? I’m an outsider. Death Watch has been set on killing Satine, why would you now join her?”

“Since announcing your engagement to my sister, you have enacted positive change. Satine’s ideals, while pure, were not fit to protect us. I only wanted to defend my people against those who would destroy us.”

“I find myself agreeing with your words, but so far, your actions have only led to ruin. Terrorism has left Mandalore weak and fractured. How can I trust your word after you have had a hand in this?”

“Perhaps you can’t, but I’m willing to prove my commitment. Most of Vizla’s former warriors will follow me. I can provide you a substantial number of experienced soldiers. And I think you might need them soon. We both know it’s only a matter of time before the Clone War comes to us. When that time comes, you will have the beginnings of an army.”

“How do I know this isn’t another assassination attempt?”

“I am no traitor. I will follow the true Mand’alore.”

Kenobi looked thoughtful. She was no expert on the Jedi, but she guessed he was using his powers to sense deceit. Bo Katan was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

“Very well, but I must speak with Satine about it. If she agrees, then you will hear from me.”

“I suppose that’s good enough.” Said Bo Katan, and put her helmet back on. Turning on her jetpack, she rose into the shy, and was lost from view.

“When were you going to tell me you had a sister?”

“What?” Satine looked up from her work, confused by the random comment.

“Bo Katan visited me yesterday.”

“What!” Satine had lost all interest in the report.

“We had a very productive chat.”

“What is that supposed to mean!” Satine knew that he was struggling not to let a smug grin spread across his face, and wasn’t sure whether she wanted to laugh, or hit him with some paper again. She chose the former, and it broke his resolve.

When they had regained composure, Obi Wan continued, “Oh, and she promised to join us, too.”

“What!”

“There’s no need to shout dear, I’m right here.” Obi Wan responded, who was feeling a little daring at that particular moment.

“She promised to join us? What does that mean?”

“She said that since I have the Darksaber she will follow my leadership. I assume that’s alright with you?”

Satine loved Obi Wan with all her heart, but that didn’t mean he didn’t test her pacifist vows occasionally.

“She’s a member of Death Watch. She tried to have you killed”

“Actually that was Pre Vizla.”

“That’s not the point. She’s been radicalized by that man. There’s no reasoning with her. She’ll just betray you!”

“A very wise woman once told me, that even extremists can be reasoned with.”

“Listen, Obi Wan, I know her better than you do. I’m her sister, you don’t know what she’s done!”

“Than tell me. I’m listening.”

She faltered.

Satine didn’t have time to wash the blood off of her dress from the dance. Strong hands were leading her away.

“You’re safe now. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Someone was whispering to her.

“Where is she? I didn’t see her!”

“She’ll me alright. We’ll find her.”

But she pulled away from the grip. Running back. Back to the crowd of people desperately fleeing the fire. The whole palace was an inferno now. The night that was supposed to be pitch black was now a bright orange dawn. And the sound. She had never expected fire to be so loud. It deafened her, and she could hear her own frantically drumming thoughts.

“Bo! Llirr!”

“Satine!” She saw his face, but couldn’t picture it. He loomed over her, and held her close.

“Llirr Vord!” Even over the thundering fire, she heard the yell, and they both turned.   

She was framed by the fire. It made her look like a demon dar’manda.

“Are you feeling alright?”

The fire was gone, the night was gone. Bo was gone. She looked at Obi Wan. He was gentle. He watched her with concern, forgetting about the topic they had been discussing.

Her heart was unsteady with adrenaline. She almost thought she could smell ash, and didn’t notice when Obi Wan led her to a comfortable seat, handing her a glass of water.

Seeing the water in the glass dispelled the ash. It was cool when she tasted it. It washed away the hammering in her chest.

She sipped it again, and her mind came back fully to the present. Obi Wan was looking at her with a shrewd expression, but didn’t comment.

“You’ve been working very hard. You need rest. We can discuss this another time.”

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Do what you see fit. I told you that I wanted you to have a say in government, and I mean it. If you think that she will be an asset to us, then accept her offer. But do not trust her. Be careful.”

“Of course.”

Satine had buried herself in her work in the days leading up to the wedding. While she had gotten used to the idea of Obi Wan with her, the wedding made it all more public. Their relationship, from it’s inception had been very private. It had made their love feel delicate, and treasured.

She looked forward to the wedding, and hoped that it would establish Obi Wan’s place with her beyond dispute. It was more of a political ceremony than anything else. Designed to show the families solidarity with Mandalorian tradition and piety. There would be reporters, and it would be broadcasted throughout the galaxy on news channels who were bored of discussing the war. It would be the subject of gossip, and then people would move on.

Still, when she was shown the dresses to choose from, and read through the ceremony proceedings, she could help but feel a pang. She couldn’t place it, until she remembered one particular tradition.

The day before the wedding, it was customary for the bride and groom to spend time apart with their families. It was a time to cherish, and say goodbye to parents and siblings. Well, it would be one lonely day.

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Obi Wan was blissfully ignorant of what he was missing on the eve of the Wedding. He was once again absorbed in his work. He was assembling a team of engineers. While planning the Baskar mines, Obi Wan had an idea. The factories were much larger than needed, and had the capacity to produce other products besides Baskar.

It reminded him of the droid factories he, Anakin, and Ahsoka had encountered, which now led him to this moment.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,” he said to the small group of people in his office.

“It’s an honor to meet with you, sir.” Said one. He was a human male, probably in his early twenties. He had a proper accent, characteristic of the Core Worlds. He dressed crisply, and his tone gave off an obsequious tone.

“The honor is all mine, Dr. Daivond.” he said acknowledging him, “But let’s get to the point. All of you, are experts in tech, and AI design. I am forming a team, and I chose you to be part of it. I want to turn Concordia into a major producer of droids.”

“The Separatists already buy from the Techno Union. It’s impossible to compete with them.”

“Agreed, however, I do not intent to make battle droids. Astromechs, Medical, and Protocol droids are all in short supply. The Techno Union has diverted all of their resources to making Battle droids, which means theirs demand for other droids.”

He stopped and looked around the room. He knew very little about making droids, which was why these people were here, but he did have the resources and initiative to make the first step.

The discussion continued, and Obi Wan was feeling hopeful. The engineers were out of his league, but they all treated him with deference, making him feel unsure.

Satine was sitting in the garden that afternoon. She hadn’t been involved much in the planning of the wedding. According to tradition, it was to take place in the throne room, then a private gathering with close friends and family at home. Now, she kind of wished she could occupy her mind with wedding preparations, as it was now idle.

She had eaten breakfast with Korkie and Obi Wan, then Korkie had left for school. Obi Wan was as busy as ever, which left her on her own.

She would normally have been busy with her own work, but once again, protocol dictated that all formal duties be canceled.

She sat before a group of lilies. They were a creamy white, and grew on strong almost woody stalks. They were beautiful, but could survive both frost and drought. They gave off a subtle perfume, which never failed to calm her nerves.

“Riveting company, I’m sure.” Said a dry voice behind her and she jumped to her feat.

Bo didn’t have her helmet on, and she carried no weapons that Satine could see, but she still backed away towards the door. She knew too well how dangerous her sister could be, how much damage she could do.

“I have no wish to hurt you, Satine. I’ve never wanted to hurt you.”

Satine’s face twisted with bitter memories, “Really? And yet you have spent your life undermining me, bringing chaos and death to our people, and turning my allies against me!”

“I killed Vord believing that it would save us.”

“How? How could you possibly believe that! He was my fiancé!”

Bo Katan looked away. The normally stone-faced woman now looked like she was struggling to find the words to say. Satine however, was having difficulty withholding all the words she had saved for her sister.

“I was wrong. I never should have done it, but I thought I was protecting you.”

“From what! Protecting me from my chance at happiness? Everything I did, I did for Mandalore. Even falling in love with Llirr was for Mandalore. And I loved him, and thought we would be happy. But you never could stand it could you?”

“What does that mean?”

“I know you couldn’t stand it when I was with him! I thought you could at least be happy for me, but no.”

“It’s not like that. It was purely due to his political views.”

“And of course, your solution to that is violence!”

Bo Katan didn’t back down from that remark, “It has been the only effective tactic from my point of view. Killing Vord was a mistake. I know I betrayed you, and I know that you probably can’t forgive me.”

Satine didn’t have anything to say to that, so Bo continued, “But I hope to leave Death Watch behind. I have sworn my loyalty to your husband, and you know as well as I do, that I never break my word.”

Satine didn’t have the energy to rant and yell anymore, so she sat down again, “what are you doing here?”

“It’s the eve of your wedding. I know I’m the last person you want to see, but I had to come even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“Obi Wan talked to me about you. He hopes that we can work together.”

Bo’s face relaxed a little, “He’s a good man. I’m happy for you, I really am.”

“I never thought he would actually leave the Jedi for me, but here we are. I guess miracles can happen.”

She looked over at Bo, allowing a little warmth to creep into her face, and for a moment, they were both children again, sitting in the garden together while the Galaxy and its wide expanse stretched out before them. But Bo had never be afraid, because she thought she would always have her sister to guide her.

The next morning was clear, despite the news of war and terror across the galaxy. A gentle wind blew through the city, catching stray leaves, and rustling them.

Sun shone through Satine’s window as she dressed. She knew it was only a formality. A show for the public eye, but even so, she took a little longer as she prepared, trying to remember each moment.

She knew Obi Wan was in the other room getting ready. Despite not being a Jedi, he still wore clothes suspiciously similar to his old robes. The only difference being a little more color.

She met him in the hall, and took his hand. Together they opened the large double doors to the cacophony of noise and people waiting outside.

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The throne room was filled with representatives from many influential Mandalorian houses, some reporters, and a few friends. Obi Wan had invited Anakin and Ahsoka, on the oof chance they actually had time to go, but as he scanned the crowd, he didn’t catch sight of them.

Though he refused to dwell on it, it stung just a little. They were fighting a war; they didn’t have spare time on their hands. But still, maybe Anakin still resented him for leaving. Was that it?

He did notice Padme, which made Anakin’s absence even more strange. He usually made excuses to spend more time with the Senator, but this time was different.

A strong case had been made for Obi Wan to wear his Mandalorian armor for the wedding, as was the custom, but both he and Satine had objected. They would compromise certain things for the sake of tradition, but they would not be married, clothed in the uniform of war.

The vows were short, a simple promise to love one another. Something they had already done many times before.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” he repeated the words after Satine, knowing the meaning, and praying that he didn’t mispronounce something.

The group attending the ceremony was silent, as it was forbidden to make a sound while the vows were being exchanged.

Obi Wan, still not used to being in the public eye, not to mention showing affection for anyone in public, was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable.

Satine looked serene, and didn’t acknowledge the people, she only had eyes for Obi Wan, and sometimes a slight smile would appear on her face when she saw Obi Wan’s nervousness.

Just before saying his vows, Obi Wan leaned in closer to her, and so did she, curious as to what he wanted to say, “You still haven’t proposed to me.”

It was evening in the garden when all the people had left, save a few. Bo Katan had somehow ended up hanging out in the corner, drinking a martini, Korkie was chatting with his friends, and Satine and Padme were deep in discussions about how to compete with the banking clan.

Obi Wan sat down, letting a sigh escape him. Family was not something he’d ever thought he could indulge in, yet here he was. Surrounded by people he loved, and Bo, who he hoped he and Satine could grow to accept.

Still, there were two people whose absence looked like a hole in the gathering. As if their ghosts haunted the place in exchange for their corporeal attendance.

It would have been good for Ahsoka to relax and talk to kids her own age, he could picture her now enjoying herself with Korkie. And Anakin, he wished his old friend could have been at his side. Setting aside his pride, Obi Wan could admit that he cared deeply about Anakin, even now, when he hadn’t seen him for months.

Obi Wan stared at the glass of wine he was holding. It was really very good, but there wasn’t much of it, the rationing was still in effect.

“You look like an awkward guest at your own wedding. I should have known.”

Obi Wan turned, marveling at the irony.

“Anakin, how did you break in here? I really need to speak to security about this, first Bo, then you.”

“Good evening to you too, and I didn’t break in, I was invited, remember?”

The casual tone made Obi Wan relax. There seemed to be no animosity in Anakin’s eyes.

“It’s good to see you again. How have you been? Where’s Ahsoka?”

At that, Anakin’s face darkened, the light of the fire casting half of his face in shadow.

“She’s gone.”

“What! How?” Obi Wan’s heart dropped, the meaning still not reaching him.

“She left the order a month ago. You must have heard about the Temple bombing, right?”

The tension eased slightly when Obi Wan realized that she wasn’t dead, but the dread remained.

“Yes, but I thought the culprit was caught.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, pour yourself a drink and tell it.”

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They were inside now, the festivities had ended, but Anakin and Obi Wan still sat together discussing Ahsoka’s fate.

“Do you know where she is now?”

“No. She hasn’t contacted me, and I can’t help but think --.”

“Anakin, you can’t blame yourself for Ahsoka’s decision.”

“I know, but I just think that If I’d found Barriss sooner, or maybe if I’d managed to catch her immediately, she might have stayed.”

“Ahsoka is on her own path now. You’ve trained her well; she will be alright on her own.”

“But she doesn’t have to be!” Anakin said angrily, “I thought I was her friend, I thought she’d at least stay in touch with me, so that I know she’s alright.”

“She just needs time. Time to figure out who she is and what she wants to do in her own time. When she’s ready, she’ll find you.”

Anakin sighed, and drained the last of his wine. Setting it on the table, “I’m sorry for bringing such bad news on your wedding day. Despite everything, I am happy for you.”

“Thank you. I’m glad that you told me.”

“How have you been?”

“Very well, in fact. I’ve been working on some changes that I think will help.”

“I saw you with the Darksaber on the Holonet. Caused quite the stir.”

“Yes, I got lucky that time, and Korkie helped me. I wouldn’t be here without him.”

“Who’s Korkie?”

Obi Wan blushed just a little, looking around for the wine bottle, but seeing it empty.

Then he caught the mischievous glint in Anakin’s eyes.

“You already know, don’t you?”

“It’s kind of obvious. Don’t you think? And Ahsoka told me about him when she taught here.”

Obi Wan didn’t see any of the bitterness on Anakin’s face he feared he would find, and allowed himself to relax. He had been afraid Anakin would think him a hypocrite. Which was true from a certain point of view.

Another subject was hanging in the air. Just waiting to be acknowledged, but Obi Wan wasn’t brave enough for that, so he dutifully ignored it.

“How’s the war?”

“Not great. It feels like we lose every time we win. Our victories feel too costly, and it just drags on with no end in sight. Cody has been assigned to the 501^st, and he’s been a big help, but I lost Tup and Fives a few days ago.”

Obi Wan sensed something in Anakin besides sorrow. It was doubt.

“I left the order, Anakin, not just because I wanted a life here, but because I realized that being a Jedi, is not the only way to protect the galaxy. I left because I wasn’t sure whether it was the right thing to do anymore. And isn’t that why we fight? Because we believe it’s the right thing to do?”

When Anakin leaves the next day, Obi Wan watches him go with a heavy heart.

After that, the days pass quickly. The school grows and expands, rationing is lifted. Production of Baskar and droids rise, brining prosperity to Mandalore. But week after week, more news of loss is brought into Obi Wan’s office.

He learns of the collapse of the Banking Clan, and the miraculous Republic victory on Anaxus

He sends Bo Katan and her men on missions further afield, sometimes accompanying them. When the separatists try and push into Mandalorian space, Obi Wan leads Mano’s to beat them back.

As much as Satine dislikes the battles, she admits that they were necessary. Obi Wan expands his plans once again, hosting diplomatic conventions to bring about a ceasefire. They all failed

Finally, Obi Wan had enough, and traveled to Coruscant himself. He passes the Jedi Temple on his way to the Senate, but doesn’t go in. It was on his way back home, after another unsuccessful attempt to rally the Republic around a truce, when he got the call from Bo Katan.

Ahsoka