Obi-wan was in his room, crying. That's right, crying.
"oh, Satine," he sobbed. "Why do آپ seem to hate me so much? Why are آپ so cold? I thought آپ loved me!" He collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. But he knew he was a Jedi, and Jedi do not cry. So, he stood up, pushed all his grief down inside of him, and walked down the corridor, as if nothing had happened.
Three months later
Obi-wan had kind of started to forget about Duchess Satine. I mean, between all the new clones he'd gotten ("come on, new guy, move!" "no! He's flame! I'm flamer!") and dealing with his other problems.
"sir!" Cody yelled from the bridge, "I see a ship under attack! It's the seperatists! should we help them. Obi-wan took a سیکنڈ to contemplate this. If the ship was indeed being attacked سے طرف کی the Sepratists, then it must serve the Republic.
"yes! Go ahead and launch all your fighters!" Obi-wan looked out the window of the bridge and saw that indeed, there was a ship being attacked. A ship that looked oddly familiar...
" Commander Cody! What kind of ship is that?" Obi-wan asked, just to be sure.
"um... looks like a Mandalorian one. A royal Mandalorian one.
" oh, no. A royal Mandalorian. Satine." Obi-wan's mouth went dry. And before he knew it, Obi-wan was running towards his fighter, jumping in, and flying full speed towards the burning ship.
" um...General Kenobi, this is Knut" Knut was Obi-wan's head pilot. "Knut to Kenobi, what are آپ doing here?"
"I'm coming with you" Obi-wan answered. He could feel Knut's tension through his silence. Then,
"yes sir". As they landed on the ship, Obi-wan felt fear coming into his heart. "oh, please let her be alive, please". He ran down the blazing corridors, until he heard:
"help! Someone, please help me!"
The unmistakable voice of Satine.
Obi-wan forgot about everything else, he just ran toward the sound. He found her under a fallen doorframe, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried desperately to free herself. Her arm was twisted at a weird angle.
"satine!" he yelled, using the force to throw off the door frame. Her headdress was gone, and her dress was torn and covered in soot. Soot streaked across her face. Obi-wan felt his دل breaking out of pity. He scooped her up in his arms. She huddled into him, sobbing quietly out of terror. "it's all right" He soothed, stroking her hair. He turned and ran back to the ship. Most of his troops were in the fighters chasing off the sepratists, but the rest were helping all the wounded clone troopers on the ship get onto their ship. "it's all right," He told Satine for the twenty-fifth time, "you're safe"
That night was an awkward one. There were no مزید beds یا bunks, because of all the hurt troops. So, Obi-wan found himself giving up his بستر for Satine, who had insisted that the clones have all the extra beds because, "they, actually fought. All I did was sit there and let the door frame collapse on me." So, Obi-wan was sleeping on the floor tonight. یا so he thought.
"Obi-wan, what are آپ doing down there?" Satine asked, coming out from the 'fresher in her borrowed nightshirt.
"um.. sleeping?" Obi-wan half stated, half asked.
" but your bed's right there"
"You can have it, I'm fine down here."
Then Satine کہا something that totally surprised him: " What do آپ mean? There's plenty of room for both of us. Just don't get close to me. It might be awkward, but it wll be better for your back, which is probably aching form having to carry me."
Obi-wan realized, at that moment, that his back was aching. So, giving in to Satine's logic, he climbed in to ben. Satine slid in اگلے to him, quivering. Obi-wan could feel her nervousness. Who could blame her? She was in بستر with a man and she didn' know what he'd do.The اگلے morning, Obi-wan awoke with Satine using his chest as a pillow. He suddenly coughed.his throat hurt, causing Satine to wake up suddenly.
"oh, Obi-wan, I'm so sorry!" she کہا immediatly, getting off him.
"no, It's all right. I...I liked it" Obi-wan couldn't believe that he'd just کہا that. But it was truly how he felt.
"oh..." Satine hesitated a bit before leaning foward. Before he knew what he was doing, Obi-wan was leaning toward her..wrapping her in his embrace...pressing his mouth against hers. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He felt exited. He moaned. And the اگلے thing he knew.
"Satine, this is kind of abrupt, are آپ sure..."
Satine cut him off سے طرف کی kissing him again.
Obi-wan was so glad Anakin was at breakfast, because he wouldn't be able to stop this romantic moment.
Obi-wan woke up and he saw that it was 12:00 in the afternoon. Satine was sleeping peacefully beside him. He knew that Anakin would probably be looking for him, so he got up and put his robes on. He looked at Satine and decided not to wake her.
"Anakin," he said, finally reaching the bridge. Anakin turned around, looking startled.
"Obi-wan, finally. Where in the galaxy were you?"
"busy. Now, what's our status?"
"well, we're heading toward Mandalore, we'll be there in about 28 hours."
Obi-wan was startled. He had less time with Satine than he thought.
That night, as Mandalore loomed closer, Satine and Obi-wan sat in Obi-wan's room, comforting eachother.
"Obi-wan, will آپ contact me? Visit me? Oh, what's wrong with me? I've never acted like this before."
"you're in love Satine. Of course I'll visit you. I love you."
And as they sat together, watching the stars go by, Obi-wan realized that this was a moment of the upmost perfection, filled with the love of himself and Satine, and that no one and nothing could make him forget this moment.
Ever.
"oh, Satine," he sobbed. "Why do آپ seem to hate me so much? Why are آپ so cold? I thought آپ loved me!" He collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. But he knew he was a Jedi, and Jedi do not cry. So, he stood up, pushed all his grief down inside of him, and walked down the corridor, as if nothing had happened.
Three months later
Obi-wan had kind of started to forget about Duchess Satine. I mean, between all the new clones he'd gotten ("come on, new guy, move!" "no! He's flame! I'm flamer!") and dealing with his other problems.
"sir!" Cody yelled from the bridge, "I see a ship under attack! It's the seperatists! should we help them. Obi-wan took a سیکنڈ to contemplate this. If the ship was indeed being attacked سے طرف کی the Sepratists, then it must serve the Republic.
"yes! Go ahead and launch all your fighters!" Obi-wan looked out the window of the bridge and saw that indeed, there was a ship being attacked. A ship that looked oddly familiar...
" Commander Cody! What kind of ship is that?" Obi-wan asked, just to be sure.
"um... looks like a Mandalorian one. A royal Mandalorian one.
" oh, no. A royal Mandalorian. Satine." Obi-wan's mouth went dry. And before he knew it, Obi-wan was running towards his fighter, jumping in, and flying full speed towards the burning ship.
" um...General Kenobi, this is Knut" Knut was Obi-wan's head pilot. "Knut to Kenobi, what are آپ doing here?"
"I'm coming with you" Obi-wan answered. He could feel Knut's tension through his silence. Then,
"yes sir". As they landed on the ship, Obi-wan felt fear coming into his heart. "oh, please let her be alive, please". He ran down the blazing corridors, until he heard:
"help! Someone, please help me!"
The unmistakable voice of Satine.
Obi-wan forgot about everything else, he just ran toward the sound. He found her under a fallen doorframe, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried desperately to free herself. Her arm was twisted at a weird angle.
"satine!" he yelled, using the force to throw off the door frame. Her headdress was gone, and her dress was torn and covered in soot. Soot streaked across her face. Obi-wan felt his دل breaking out of pity. He scooped her up in his arms. She huddled into him, sobbing quietly out of terror. "it's all right" He soothed, stroking her hair. He turned and ran back to the ship. Most of his troops were in the fighters chasing off the sepratists, but the rest were helping all the wounded clone troopers on the ship get onto their ship. "it's all right," He told Satine for the twenty-fifth time, "you're safe"
That night was an awkward one. There were no مزید beds یا bunks, because of all the hurt troops. So, Obi-wan found himself giving up his بستر for Satine, who had insisted that the clones have all the extra beds because, "they, actually fought. All I did was sit there and let the door frame collapse on me." So, Obi-wan was sleeping on the floor tonight. یا so he thought.
"Obi-wan, what are آپ doing down there?" Satine asked, coming out from the 'fresher in her borrowed nightshirt.
"um.. sleeping?" Obi-wan half stated, half asked.
" but your bed's right there"
"You can have it, I'm fine down here."
Then Satine کہا something that totally surprised him: " What do آپ mean? There's plenty of room for both of us. Just don't get close to me. It might be awkward, but it wll be better for your back, which is probably aching form having to carry me."
Obi-wan realized, at that moment, that his back was aching. So, giving in to Satine's logic, he climbed in to ben. Satine slid in اگلے to him, quivering. Obi-wan could feel her nervousness. Who could blame her? She was in بستر with a man and she didn' know what he'd do.The اگلے morning, Obi-wan awoke with Satine using his chest as a pillow. He suddenly coughed.his throat hurt, causing Satine to wake up suddenly.
"oh, Obi-wan, I'm so sorry!" she کہا immediatly, getting off him.
"no, It's all right. I...I liked it" Obi-wan couldn't believe that he'd just کہا that. But it was truly how he felt.
"oh..." Satine hesitated a bit before leaning foward. Before he knew what he was doing, Obi-wan was leaning toward her..wrapping her in his embrace...pressing his mouth against hers. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He felt exited. He moaned. And the اگلے thing he knew.
"Satine, this is kind of abrupt, are آپ sure..."
Satine cut him off سے طرف کی kissing him again.
Obi-wan was so glad Anakin was at breakfast, because he wouldn't be able to stop this romantic moment.
Obi-wan woke up and he saw that it was 12:00 in the afternoon. Satine was sleeping peacefully beside him. He knew that Anakin would probably be looking for him, so he got up and put his robes on. He looked at Satine and decided not to wake her.
"Anakin," he said, finally reaching the bridge. Anakin turned around, looking startled.
"Obi-wan, finally. Where in the galaxy were you?"
"busy. Now, what's our status?"
"well, we're heading toward Mandalore, we'll be there in about 28 hours."
Obi-wan was startled. He had less time with Satine than he thought.
That night, as Mandalore loomed closer, Satine and Obi-wan sat in Obi-wan's room, comforting eachother.
"Obi-wan, will آپ contact me? Visit me? Oh, what's wrong with me? I've never acted like this before."
"you're in love Satine. Of course I'll visit you. I love you."
And as they sat together, watching the stars go by, Obi-wan realized that this was a moment of the upmost perfection, filled with the love of himself and Satine, and that no one and nothing could make him forget this moment.
Ever.
