Love across the Stars- Chapter 2
Arrival
Obi-wan
Jedi Padawan Obi-wan Kenobi sat on the deck of the ship, feeling immensely irritated. Why did they have to protect the Mandalorian bitch anyways? At nineteen, he was pissed that he was still a padawan, but according to his Master, he still had much to learn.
Much to learn. Bah.
He turned to his master, who was meditating a few feet away. Trying to keep the whiny irritation out of his voice, he asked-
"Why do we have to protect a Mandalorian Duchess anyway? Last time I checked, they've been trying to wipe us out for the past couple thousand years."
"Because the Chancellor told us to. And besides, Duchess Satine is not your typical Mandalorian."
He noted that there was a hint of affection in his voice when he spoke Duchess Satine's name. Why? Was there something…between them?
"Gothel Kryze was a monster. What makes her prized daughter any different?"
"You will see." He hated when his Master did that. Why couldn't he just tell him what he wanted to know? Qui-gon's commlink beeped.
"Yes?"
"We are preparing to dock on Mandalore, sir."
"Very well. We will prepare for landing."
"Welcome to Mandalore, Gentlemen."
The prime minister seemed civilized enough. Not like the monsters many of his friends had spoken of before his trip. His girlfriend, Siri Tachi, had told him to be careful, because all Mandalorians were snakes with two faces. Perhaps that was the case here.
"Master Jinn. It is a surprise to see you. The Duchess will be slightly less displeased when she learns you are to be guarding her."
"Talone, it has been too long. Why is it that the Duchess is displeased?"
"Her Ladyship is being her usual self- stubborn and self-sufficient. She will get over it, I am sure. I have not seen you since Gothel and James were laid to rest. How have you been?"
"Again, my condolences for the loss of your sister and her husband."
"It is in the past, as my dear sister would want it to be. The Duchess still mourns the loss of her parents, however, and I fear she will not be very civil to your…friend." He looked at obi-wan, a slight trace of worry on his face.
"Oh, my, how rude of me. Talone, this is my apprentice, Obi-wan Kenobi. Obi-wan, this is Satine's uncle, Talone Kryze." As he shook hands with the man, Obi-wan's head was still reeling. Why had his master been present at that monster's funeral?
"It's a pleasure." He heard himself saying.
"The pleasure's all mine, Padawan." He bit back a growl of irritation at the mention of his title. He disliked being a padawan and following orders with a passion. Just as he was about to say something, the shatter of glass broke the little remaining tranquility of the situation.
"Satine."
All of the men broke into a sprint towards the sound of the noise. When he arrived however, Obi-wan was greeted with a disturbingly pleasant sight.
An immensely attractive, half naked teenage girl was sitting on an unconscious bounty hunter, looking extremely annoyed. When she noticed them, she glared up and growled,
"'Bout time you assholes showed up."
Talone ran to her side immediately.
"Kitten, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, uncle Talone, just a little banged up, that's all. Damn bounty hunters, interrupting me in the middle of me getting dressed. K'nierta!"
"Satine, language!"
I started. This was the duchess? She seemed too young to be a duchess. Or the cold blooded killer I had envisioned her to be."
"What in the name of Anubis' hind foot are you looking at, Jetti?"
At this point I realized I was staring at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I-"
"I don't wanna hear it."
"Ahem."
"Uncle Qui-gon!" The girl practically jumped on my master.
He laughed. "Hello, little princess."
"Why are you here?"
"You're not glad to see me?"
"Of course I am, but…I'm confused. The Republic didn't send you to….?"
He nodded. "YES! I was so worried I was gonna get stuck with a jedi with a ten foot pole up his ass!"
"Satine…"
"Sorry uncle Qui-gon."
"It's all right. Now then, this is my apprentice, Obi-wan Kenobi."
I bowed. "Your Highness."
"Padawan." I looked up at her. She was smirking at me. She knew it pissed me off. Just as I was about to say something, an explosion shook the palace, and a woman's scream was heard.
"Obi-wan, we need to get Satine out of here now!" I turned to her, but she was running towards the source of the explosion.
"Galileia!"
"Duchess, wait-" but she was already gone. I ran after her, only to find her cradling the heads of two people, a man and a woman.
"No…Galileia, Johnny. No...this is all my fault…." Another explosion shook the ground. I pulled Satine away from the bodies and slung her over my shoulder.
"No! put me down! I have to go back! Please, let me go!"
"They're dead, your highness. We have to go now!"
"No, they're not dead. I have to go back. I have to help them!" she was getting frantic.
"No, Satine, they're dead. And we have to go."
We reached the ship. I tossed her into the passenger seat and strapped her in. my master soon arrived, panting.
"Where were you, master? We have to go!"
"I was making sure Satine's family was safe."
Satine's head perked up. "They're alright?"
"Yes."
"My uncle?"
"Yes."
"My brother and his wife?"
"Yes."
"My sister and her boyfriend?"
My master didn't respond.
"Galileia and Johnny?"
"I'm sorry Satine."
"They're dead?"
He nodded.
"It's all my fault."
"No, it's not."
She didn't answer after that, just dropped her head into her hands and sobbed. I only had one question.
Where the hell do we go from here?
