(A/N) So, I was in a rut for ideas. Then, K3nobae on tumblr sent me some solid inspiration. Will have multiple first moments for our favorite couple :) Hope you all enjoy. Please R and R!

That can't be the Jedi Master. He is my age. It was a human man, standing almost resolutely silent; his hair cropped short, only a long braid over his shoulder. They said nothing about his age, I suppose. And it was true, perhaps she was only being rash to thought, not giving him enough credit despite her minimal knowledge of the Jedi Order. They were contracted to protect her, that was all she knew.

Her head of security approached her, holding the bag of clothing and necessities she was to take with her. "Come, your Grace; the Jedi await your arrival."

"Of course," she said. For weeks, she had been preparing, both physically and emotional for this. Her muscles were tough, prepared for what would be difficult weeks in the terrain of the Mandalorian moons. She could not leave, the people would riot. But she could not stay on Great Mandalore; after the systematic execution of her parents weeks before, her life had been in constant risk. As well as Bo-Katan's, but being far younger, her death had been faked and she had been moved into one of the Military academies for Mandalorian children. To leave her behind would be difficult, but she knew it would not be a permanent separation. She would not allow for it.

She would not allow that for her sister or for her people, who needed her as a symbol to rally behind. She was their ruler by birth; the head of state and hope for peace. Her death could not be faked as Bo-Katan's could. The call for Jedi protection had not been her idea, only that of the Prime Minister who himself had been killed shortly after. The Senate would not be stirred to quick action, but this Jedi Master came with a strong reputation, and was said to be quite imposing. While this man, whose gaze seemed to follow, but never stay on her seemed very intelligent and reposed; he was not particularly intimidating. Perhaps if he grew a beard…

"Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn is waiting at your ship, Duchess." His name was definitely that of an off-worlder, though she had seen many Mandalorian infants leave for the ranks of the Jedi.

"Then who is that, Captain?" She gestured to the standing man, a Jedi from his attire. As if he was only noticing her for the first time. His gaze was intense, but betrayed nothing of what he thought. She had not seen him; he was not from Mandalore. But if the Jedi was waiting by thee ship, what business did this man have here?

"His assistant…ah, apprentice, I think. I'm not sure of the Jedi tradition, my lady." The man's attentions had returned elsewhere, though she noticed as she passed by him, that she might actually be older by perhaps a year. "He will be accompanying you as well."

She sighed. It was another thing to add to the list of things she already was accommodating. She had been coronated in a swift and private swearing in, mere hours after both her father and mother's death. She was embarking on who knew how long of a mission with a Jedi (and now his apprentice) she knew nothing of personally or professionally, and her sister was in the care of practically soldiers. She was numb; the only true feeling she could push through all of that being the desire to end all of it: this war, this mission, this isolation; and bring peace to a planet that seemed to have none of its own.

Another human man waited by the ship, she could see why this one had been called imposing. He towered over her, easily as tall as the entrance to the small speeder he was opening the hatch to. His hair was long and plaited into a ponytail down his back, his beard gave him an air of authority, but unlike his apprentice, his eyes seemed kind; as if he understood. "Hello." He said, his voice deep and on the edge of emotionless, tinged with warmth. "It is good to meet you, Duchess Satine. I am sorry for the circumstances that have led to this arrangement."

His bow, though deep, was not enough to bring him eye level with Satine, she noticed. "It is good to meet you as well, Master Jedi; though, if you don't mind me saying, I hope this will not last long."

"Nor do I." His voice was a slight laugh, but not cruel. It made her feel more at ease. "This is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi." She had not heard him approach; his steps must have been completely silent because the Captain seemed startled as well at his sudden approach.

"My lady." He said, and bowed to her cordially. His voice was even, though she could hear the hints of what promised to be a thick, Core World accent. What she had thought was brown hair was actually a dark ginger, and his eyes were ambiguous between blue and green and gray. He did not smile, but he also didn't frown. "It is an honor to meet you."

"You as well." She wasn't sure what to call him. If Qui-Gon was the Master, then that meant Obi-Wan was not. She would have to sort it out later. "We should be going."

"Obi-Wan will show you the ship. We will be on it for some time, out navigating the people who wish to find you, before we have a secure location to land." Master Jinn spoke again, gesturing with his hand to the ramp of the ship. "I need a final word with security before we depart."

She turned to see Obi-Wan step onto the ramp, expectant for her to follow behind him. She huffed slightly; wishing he would not be so silent.

"We have protein supplies that, stretched out over time, will last for two years. As well as replenishable water containers, fire starters, and basic forms of shelter." It was the most words she had heard him string together, it was all very formal. She nodded along, not particularly interested; not that she didn't have a vested interest in their survival, but she was distracted by the state of things she could see out of the window.

"Is there anything you would like to know?" He said suddenly; and she looked at him, seeing perhaps a glint of humor for the first time. She didn't find it endearing, or whatever his goal for it was. It was slightly infuriating.

"What would you prefer I call you?" She said. He blinked, the only outward sign of being startled.

"Obi-Wan would be fine, Duchess." He said. "It is my name, after all."

She raised her eyebrows at his callousness. "In that case, please call me Satine." He said nothing, merely blinking again. She took a seat on one of the provided chairs, observing the coordinates she saw inlaid there. He was silent, and took a seat across from her, his pale eyes seeming to track each motion across the projection in rapid concentration. She looked from the holo-screen to him, taking the time to observe him more carefully.

He was clearly intelligent; she had been correct about his accent. But there was something about him, an unnamable quality that both infuriated and intrigued her. Perhaps that was the way of the Jedi, although she didn't get that same feeling from his master. She watched him longer, his hardly blinking as he viewed the map before suddenly, his eyes met hers.

"Master Qui-Gon has returned, your Grace." He said, standing to move towards the cock-pit.

"Satine." She said suddenly, and he turned back to face her.

"I'm sorry?"

"It is my name after all." She replied, in his exact, monotonous inflection. And even though he paused and turned back around, she could have sworn she finally saw a smile grace his serious face. Quite a handsome face, if she had to admit it to herself.