Chapter Four

Waves to the Core

Obi-Wan watched as wisps of his auburn hair floated away in the warm, mid-morning breeze. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, enjoying Mayli's touch as she trimmed his hair while he sat on the bench in his mini meditation garden.

"Well, maybe we could hide the device in that cave we visited, you know, when we first met. The one with the krayt dragon," she said.

"Too busy. Hikers. Tourist attraction," he said, eyes still closed as he felt her put soapy warm water on the back of his neck. He held still as she shaved the places he couldn't reach. "Any more grays?"

"Nope," Mayli said.

"Liar," he laughed, opening his eyes again at the feeling of her lips on his cheek. "Be truthful, darling."

"Well, there are a couple more than last time. And it's…" she began.

"What?"

"Thinning a bit," she sighed. "But who are you trying to impress? I would love you if you were bald."

"Oh, don't say that word."

Mayli grabbed the old piece of fabric draped over his shoulder and shook the hair into the wind before dumping the small bowl of soapy water into the sand.

"I thought vanity was against the Jedi Code," she laughed, taking a seat in her usual bench across from him.

Obi-Wan thought for a moment. "Oh dear, I don't think it was, actually. In fact, I think vanity may have blinded the Jedi into thinking they were immortal."

Mayli shrugged. "Perhaps they were right. You're still here, and Yoda, and seriously, there have to be others, don't you think?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I've thought about it over the past couple years. There were a few that went…well, I guess missing could be the correct word, before the purge." He'd thought of this before, the names running through his mind, the faces of those he knew personally, even vague memories from when he'd been very young. "Scientific expeditions, adventurers moving into unknown space…"

"It's a big galaxy. You remember the Scholars," Mayli said, smiling. "Maybe an organized rebellion will make some re-emerge. And speaking of, we really need to figure out a place to hide the device. They've just been sitting in the ship for two days, and Senator Organa is waiting."

Obi-Wan felt his spirits fall slightly. When he first heard about Bail's plan, he felt the old surge of excitement he remembered when he'd been a Jedi Knight about to go on a mission. Then, upon learning about Mayli's pregnancy, his entire mindset shifted. They spent the previous day talking about the child, running around their home making plans for the remodel, speculating when conception occurred, making plans for the next twenty years. The galaxy be damned, the Lars family could keep Luke Skywalker an untrained farm boy. Obi-Wan realized by the time he lay down to sleep the previous evening he wanted nothing more than to be Ben Kenobi of Tatooine, Mayli's husband (albeit undocumented), father, and occasional farm hand. After unwillingly playing the game of galactic politics and losing miserably, this future sounded perfect.

"What's wrong?" Mayli asked, reminding Obi-Wan that while not Force sensitive, his mate knew him well.

"I love our life together, Mayli," he said, meeting her violet eyes, and she smiled.

"Me too."

"I've been happier these past two years than I've ever been before. And now we have a child coming, and…I…I don't want to be General Kenobi again," he said. "I just want to be Ben, your man, your lover…and now a father. I've given everything for the greater good and now I just want to…well…be." He paused, the inevitable guilt creeping into his thoughts. "And other times, I feel like I've done enough…caused enough…"

"Oh no…no talking like that," said Mayli, who leaped up to stand on her bench, hands on her hips, looking at him sternly. Her sand robes billowed around her, and she saluted him in proper military style. "But General Kenobi…hmmm, I can imagine you being quite sexy in that uniform."

Obi-Wan shook his head, knowing Mayli just wanted to make him smile, but the thought of becoming some sort of leader of troops, fighting again…he looked at the ground. Mayli jumped off her bench and joined him on his.

"Then let other people take care of it," she said. "Let other people lead for once. We'll just set up the devices, get people connected, and monitor. Bail said you didn't need to do anything."

Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair, which felt clean and tidy thanks to Mayli's cut. "No, if called upon, I need to step up. I'm a trained negotiator, a soldier. I'm…"

"Going to be a father," Mayli said, placing her hands on the sides of his face and kissing his lips sweetly. "Obi-Wan, allow yourself to be happy. Let's just be the delivery service and nothing more." She paused, and her eyes got wide. "I've got it! Jabba's palace!"

"What?"

"We can hide the device somewhere at Jabba's. It's huge, and there are all sorts of illegal communications happening there," Mayli said. "Let's go tomorrow. And I want to ask the office about doing a delivery of Ryloth, or somewhere near. I spoke with the senator about recent uprisings, and he mentioned the Free Ryloth Movement we've seen on the holonews. If Organa knows the contact, I can…"

"Yes, Jabba's. We can talk with Gradie and Drag as well," Obi-Wan nodded, trying to change the topic of Mayli making the deliveries. He didn't need to be Force sensitive to know an argument loomed in their near future over her, his dearest love, and pregnant nonetheless, making dangerous drops for rebels against the Empire.

"We'll leave at dawn, take the Womp Rat," she said, kissing his forehead as she stood up. "Jac the Rat needs a fresh coat of paint anyways. You going to be out here?"

"For a bit," he answered, wanting to try contacting Qui-Gon again.

"I'm going to start on that blueprint for the bigger 'fresher," she said, walking away. "Love you."

"Love you too," he said, watching her go, thinking not for the first time how lucky he'd been that she'd chosen to hide out on Tatooine, right next door to him.

In the very small hours of the next morning, Obi-Wan woke to an empty bed, a light coming from their living room. He walked out to see Mayli lying on her back on the floor, limbs spread out so she made a star.

"What happened?" he gasped, falling to her side.

"Oh nothing," she said. "No worries. Just felt a little sick again, so went to the toilet, but just more vertigo than nausea. Kind of helps to just lay on the floor. Sorry to frighten you."

Obi-Wan looked down at her in just her night shirt, watching her breasts move up and down as she breathed. Feeling aroused, he also felt ashamed. Here she was, carrying his child, and feeling ill because of it, and him getting turned on.

"I was just thinking what a weird experience this is going to be, you know, growing someone inside me," she laughed.

Obi-Wan brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed it while stretching out on the ground beside her. She laughed.

"Ben, you don't need to stay here with me," she said, but stopped and closed her eyes as he slowly kissed up her arm.

When he reached her shoulder, he burrowed into her hair, finding her ear and whispering, "Have a told you that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen? In fact, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. In the entire galaxy."

Mayli giggled, and the sound aroused him further, and he kissed back down her other arm, one of his hands finding a breast and massaging, feeling the erect nipple against his palm. She sighed contentedly. He draped himself over her, one hand on her breast, the other moving up and down the soft skin of her arm, his mouth pressed against her warm neck.

"Obi…" she murmured, and he sat up, looking into her violet eyes.

Obi-Wan became aware of their position on the floor, and slid off of her.

"Sorry," he said. "I shouldn't crush you. The baby and your dizziness and…"

She stuck her lip out in a pout. "Oh, don't stop. I'm tough. And I like what you were doing."

"This?" he asked, grazing one of her nipples over the shirt ever-so-slightly, causing her to gasp.

"Oh yes," she sighed, closing her eyes again.

"And this?" He delectably ran his fingertips up her arm while sucking on her earlobe.

"Uh huh," she moaned, then opened her eyes and smiled. "You tease."

She started to reach for his pants, but he grabbed her arm. "Let me focus on you," he said. "The most stunning woman in the universe, the mother of my child."

Mayli laughed, shaking her head at his flattery, and sat up slightly to allow him to pull her shirt over her head. Still lightly caressing her arms, he moved his mouth to her breasts, focusing on one at a time. He circled around them with kisses, slowing working his way to the peak. When he arrived at the nipple, he lightly grazed his teeth across the tip, then sucked hard for several moments.

"Ohhhh…Ben," she moaned, causing his erection to harden to point of readiness, the organ pushing almost uncomfortably against his sleep pants.

Again, she began to tug at his clothing, but he knew if she touched him, and she always knew how to touch him right, he wouldn't last long. He wanted to focus on her, make her feel better, take his time exploring this amazing body that possessed so much wonder. He took her seeking hand and placed it on the ground beside her, and focused on her other breast.

Mayli moved underneath him, and as he sucked hard on her other nipple, she arched her back in a deep, guttural moan, her hands grasping his freshly clipped hair. Feeling passion surge within him, he took a deep breath to regain some control, and worked his way down her soft stomach, his fingers grazing the hem of her underwear, then sliding garment off and taking a moment to study her most private area.

Shifting down, he parted her legs slightly and kissed her inner thighs, his tongue running up her left thigh, moving across her folds, and then down her right thigh.

Mayli sat up half-way, gasping in her pleasure. "Ben, let me…"

"No," he said, beginning to run his fingers along her folds, peppering light kisses on her inner thighs.

She lay back down, and her hips were lightly thrusting. Obi-Wan felt a bit lightheaded in this position, the smell of her arousal, the increasing wetness he could feel, and now taste, as he licked around her sopping opening, sending his being into a euphoria. Moving his tongue inside, he felt her shudder deeply underneath him, her swollen nub and the surrounding walls becoming wetter. Mayli panted as he devoured her, one of his hands reaching up and subconsciously fondling her breasts, rotating between each one.

Before Obi-Wan knew what was happening, he found himself shoved off of her onto his back, Mayli aggressively tearing off his pants.

"Mayli…stop…I want to…" but he let out his own deep moan of pleasure as her mouth came over his member, sucking hard.

He looked down at her in time to see her remove her mouth, her tongue flicking over the tip, seeing a bit of his own juices on her lips. The feeling coupled with the sight pushed Obi-Wan to the point of no return, and he grabbed Mayli, pulling her up to straddle him. Moving her hand to grasp his erection, she positioned herself over him and slid down onto him, Obi-Wan thrusting into her. Mayli moved from her position of lying on top of him to sitting up and began grinding hard onto him, Obi-Wan's penis almost straight up inside her, a position allowing him to continually graze her clitoris.

"Mayli!" he cried out as he came, his member throbbing inside of her, so good, so warm, so real.

"Yes?!" she called back, either answering his call of her name or expressing enjoyment of her own orgasm. Her head thrown back, hands clenching his biceps as he clutched her waist, she cried out his name again and again, Obi-Wan feeling pleased he'd been able to hold on to control long enough to experience such a deep climax along with her.

Mayli collapsed on top of him after several more thrusts, and they both lay panting on the floor in their living room.

"I think it would have been impossible for us not to get pregnant," she laughed finally, turning her head around to face him.

"The will of the Force indeed," he laughed, but then suddenly felt panicked. "Mayli, we didn't hurt the baby, right? I just wanted to pleasure you and…"

Mayli moved off of him to once again lie on her back on the floor. "No, no, silly. And Lena said there will be some points in the pregnancy where I will need…um…maintenance."

Obi-Wan laughed hard at her wording. "You pilots and your mechanical metaphors."

Mayli looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Well, she also said there will be other times when I…well, won't be interested." She shrugged and laughed. "I suppose we'll figure it out. Use the Force, Obi-Wan."

He chuckled, standing up and helping her to her feet, guiding her back to bed, neither bothering to redress. "The Force is with us…always."

Later that day, standing at the bottom ramp of the Womp Rat One, Mayli stared at Jabba's palace and the neighboring village. Where could they hide the communication device?

"I think we might need to trust Drag and Gradie," she turned to Obi-Wan as he emerged from the ship, adjusting his hood over his head. "They've both worked in maintenance and sanitation here. And now Drag does work on the ships, and Gradie slices for Jabba. They've literately been everywhere here on the palace grounds."

Obi-Wan looked worried, and Mayli knew why. While they both knew they could trust the duo, as they've both been a part of actively sabotaging small Imperial efforts, for the sake of Jabba's many business ventures, bringing them into the fold might put them in danger. And she knew Obi-Wan already fretted about her. Why get more people involved?

"Ben, I think they would want to help out," she answered his unasked question. "The whole purpose of these devices is communication, bringing people together into an organization. And we can begin a movement here on Tatooine, starting…"

"No," he said firmly. "We need to keep Tatooine off the grid for our…Luke's sake."

Mayli studied Obi-Wan as he looked at the palace. He really did want to embrace his exile fully, the baby having changed his perspective. On the other hand, Mayli had mixed feelings, having seen how the Empire treated many of its citizens. Still, the unborn child within her gave her pause. Both she and Obi-Wan deserved a life of peace, and at this point, they seemed to have the choice.

Choice. Hmmmm….

"We can give them the choice," Mayli said. "Start vague, tell them it's secret, illegal, they don't have to help." She smiled, knowing both men well after the past two years, knowing they would jump at the opportunity the moment they heard the word illegal.

"Help with what?" came a cheerful voice, and the couple turned to see Gradie approaching him, his dark hair and skin glistening with sweat. "Need some new sabotage work, Mays?"

Mayli embraced her friend, remembering when she first met him, how Obi-Wan got in a bar brawl with him and Drag over the duo making inappropriate comments about her. But considering how he helped her when Obi-Wan had been kidnapped, and since in dealings with Jabba, she now considered him one of her closest friends on Tatooine, often sharing a drink with him following an on-planet run. When she was scheduled to return to Jabba's palace with some contraband, she'd often find Obi-Wan waiting for her, playing cards or simply laughing alongside Gradie, Drag and his brother sometimes joining.

Looking at Obi-Wan, who still glanced at her with uncertainty, Mayli made the decision for them and pulled Gradie back up into the ship, leading him to the galley.

"Listen Gradie, we need to hide something here at Jabba's. It needs to be hidden for a while, and in a place we can access, but the place also needs to be unnoticed," Mayli explained. "You know this palace like nobody else and…"

"What is it?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"If we tell you…" she began.

"No, Mayli, let's…" Obi-Wan interrupted.

"Ben," Mayli turned to him and spoke firmly. "We're bringing people together…"

"Together for what?" asked Gradie.

"A rebellion against the Empire," Mayli said, knowing that the Gradie of over two years ago, when they'd first met, showed interest in joining the Empire. The Gradie now before her recently rewired an Imperial transport while the stormtroopers were in Jabba's cantina, creating quite a funny show for everyone that afternoon.

"Ben and I are in contact with some powerful people who want to begin connecting all these small uprisings against the Empire. Start a galaxy-wide rebellion," she explained, noticing how Obi-Wan kept quiet, leaning against the counter and studying Gradie.

"Rebellion?" Gradie repeated, his brown eyes lighting up.

"Yes, and these things we need to hide are small communication devices. We're at the beginning, getting people together. We just need a place to hide them, and we thought the palace grounds as there is so much communication coming in and out of here anyway. That frequency would just be white noise," Mayli continued. "We cannot have it in our home or at a small business or…"

"I know the perfect place!" Gradie said, jumping up.

"You do…" Mayli jumped up too, excited.

"Yes, but you might not like it," Gradie laughed as Mayli grabbed her satchel with one of the devices and followed him down the ramp. "I discovered it during my time in waste management."

"Oh dear…" Mayli groaned, wondering where this could possibly be. But still, this might be a good option.

She'd walked half-way across the landing strip before she remembered Obi-Wan. Turning around, she saw him closing up the ship and then turning to follow them slowly, his face hidden in his hood. She turned back to Gradie and was surprised to see him leading her to a small building off the side of the palace, across from the rancor enclosure. If the smell of the animals wasn't enough, Gradie opening the door to the shed made her gag and immediately brought back the nausea Obi-Wan did such a nice job distracting her from earlier that morning.

"What in the…" she began but drive heaved. Recovering a bit, she said, "This is not…um…the place where…"

"Oh, not waste from the sentients," Gradie grinned, seeming not to notice the smell. A good sign, thought Mayli. Perhaps one could get used to it. "Whatever Jabba doesn't eat, comes here for composting. It's actually not too much. He usually eats everything. But what he doesn't…well, nobody seems to like his leftovers and with no other Hutts around. We sell the compost to the wineries up near the poles."

"Oh goodness me…" came Obi-Wan's voice, and Mayli glanced over and laughed, Obi-Wan with his sleeve in front of his nose and mouth.

"Shall we?" Gradie said formally, guiding them inside

A dark shed with a deep pit featuring the discarded food, the space was claustrophobic and unpleasant, the perfect location to hide the device. But then Gradie surprised her again. He walked over to a wall and pushed, a narrow door opening to a tiny room with one small light. Mayli and the men could only enter the space by turning sideways. Having been in the smuggling game for a while now, Mayli immediately guessed the purpose of the space.

"Smugglers smuggling from the crime boss," she said, mostly to herself, but Gradie nodded.

"When I first started here and was shoveling compost, one of Jabba's former pilots scared the living daylights out of me when he emerged from this little room," Gradie laughed. "He'd been lifting a bit of spice, and even some glitterstim, off each shipment, and doing his own dealing on the side. Just taking small amounts each time, nobody noticing. Cut me a bit of the profits in order for me to keep my mouth shut."

"What happened to him?" asked Obi-Wan.

"Killed about two years before you two came around. Trying to beat that long-standing time out on the Kessel Run," Gradie shook his head. "Once I heard, sold off the rest of the stash. I'm not gutsy enough to deal on my own. But kept the room a secret, just in case. Been thinking about things recently, modified weapons is becoming big, with the uprisings."

Mayli turned to Obi-Wan who nodded and said, "I think this will work. And you come here enough, an excuse for me to drop by and check on comm traffic."

"I can check too," she reminded him, and she turned back to Gradie. "You mustn't mention this to anyone."

"Honey, do you know how many things I know about around here I'm not supposed to mention," he laughed and looked back at the pit of food. "I'm so glad to be out of here and working on the computers, slicing."

"What about the current person who attends the pit?" asked Obi-Wan.

Gradie laughed. "A young Gamorrean, dumb as dirt. And you cannot see the door in the dark. I would have never seen it if the pilot hadn't walked out so carelessly."

Mayli watched Obi-Wan nod again, looking around the small space thoughtfully. "Okay."

"I'm heading back to my office," he said, stepping out the door. "Be careful about exiting, but honestly, people tend to avoid this area. Can you blame them?" He began to leave but turned around. "And by the way, you two owe me a beer."

"We'll come get you in a bit," smiled Mayli. "Thank you so much, Gradie."

Pulling the device from her bag, she opened it, revealing a small screen and keyboard. The device, purposefully made to look antique in case of discovery, the Imperials hopefully thinking it to be an obsolete piece of technology. Mayli entered the code Organa gave her, and handed the piece to Obi-Wan.

"Well, he's waiting. And the code name is Dragon," she said.

"What is my code name?"

"He said he'd give you one," she said. "I might suggest Sexy, but…"

That finally got a grin from Obi-Wan, and he leaned in to speak into the small microphone above the keyboard, "Hello Dragon. The world of Twin Suns signing on."

The words appeared on the screen, then disappeared after a brief moment, the device looking dead. He placed it on the dusty floor.

"He said it may take a day or two before the connection happens. But I have an on-planet run in three days, so we just dropping by twice in a week won't look suspicious," Mayli said. "You know, Gradie was right, you do get used to the smell."

"Well, let's go to the cantina," Obi-Wan said, putting his hand on the small of her back and guiding her to the door.

"Yes, and I want to talk with Yarna about a flight near or on Ryloth. I know Organa will want there next, but I don't know the contact and…" Mayli began.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily. "Mayli, I don't want you to do…"

Mayli pulled the sleeve of his robe, and he stopped, just outside the door of the little room. "Not now…let's be happy we found a place. Let's enjoy a drink with a friend, juice for me of course." She winked and smiled pleasantly, taking the lead from the compost shed. "And there really is not argument, Ben. I'm doing this, and I don't need to ask your permission."

She cringed after those final words, knowing she went a bit too far, but upon turning to look at him, she saw him look at her lovingly.

"You are a good woman, Mayli," he said.

"And you're a good man," she said. "Let me buy you an ale. Remember, I get the employee discount."

Noticing no passersby, the couple slipped out one at a time, meeting minutes later in the cantina, already becoming crowded with the after work usuals.

Whistling tunelessly before shoveling a spoonful of rather tasteless Imperial rations into his mouth, Kell Jett settled in for his evening survey of the galaxy, bringing up the southern part of the Slice, zeroing in on the Outer Rim. He'd developed a pattern in his search for sound anomalies, and evenings meant the east. His son lying asleep on the small sofa behind him, Kell usually spent two hours looking before retiring for the night.

During that day's tutoring, Kell read Sky stories about the Twenty Wonders of the Galaxy before delving into mathematics, an area his son seemed to excel in already, like his parents. However, the stories lingered with Kell now, and his attention shifted to another screen. He spent some time hopping his view around to the different planets he'd talked about with Sky, hoping to one day take his son to many of them.

He moved his view to Alderaan, remembering one of the Wonders he'd seen in person, the Crevasse City, when he and his wife visited the planet on their honeymoon. He stared sadly at the sonic view of the planet, thinking about her, the good times they had, before glancing back at Sky snoozing behind him. Shaking his head slowly, he returned his gaze to the frequencies in the Outer Rim.

Something immediately caught his eye, and he scooted up to the screen, putting his food down. Tatooine, a world that didn't have a whole lot of off world comm traffic, seemed to have a new frequency being used, one that flickered in and out of his surveillance map. Zooming in, he found most waves seemed to be headed to Hutt Space, not unusual, as he knew the planet to be run, for the most part, by a Hutt. However, this flickering wave seemed to flow toward the Core. Following the map, his face leaning closer and closer to the screen, Kell could not find which world the wave linked to, as the Core was riddled with comm traffic, a vast web of lines and numbers and chatter. Studying Tatooine again, he shook his head. While he could rule out a new Imperial wave, as those were immediately labeled on his screen, the most logical assumption would be more communication from the Hutt. At this point, the Empire held little interest in the smuggling game, focusing instead on stamping out opposition.

Still, Kell felt he needed to be thorough, and he put on his ear piece, turning it up and punching in the wave. Nothing but static. Pushing his chair over to another screen, a personal one he used for sound mixing, he brought up the waves, tuning at different subspace levels. Still, nothing but static.

Suddenly, a man's voice spoke loud and clear into Kell's ear, making him nearly leap out of his seat. Only a single word came through: Dragon. Then, static again.

Kell fiddled more with his personal equipment, but nothing else emerged, and he eventually gave up with a shrug to himself. Nothing to report, most likely illegal goods traffic, he guessed, imagining dragon to be some new form of spice.

Another hour passed with nothing interesting, and finally Kell turned to his son, picking the boy up and carrying him to their small loft above the office. Eventually getting into bed himself, Kell listened to the soft Endor rain hit the roof as he drifted off to sleep.

Perched on a cliff in the hills near the valley of the Lars homestead, Obi-Wan looked through his scope to see Owen walking his property, the toddler Luke happily trailing him, taking three steps for each of Owen's one.

"I could just take the child," he said to Mayli after a long silence. "They certainly couldn't stop me."

"Ben, you can't just do that. He is their child. You handed him to them as an infant, a newborn," Mayli said as she pulled the scope away from his eyes.

Mayli just didn't seem to understand the importance of beginning Luke's training. "The Jedi did, took children from families. That's how it was always done."

"I'm not sure if that is a good justification, considering," said Mayli, and Obi-Wan could tell from her slow speech she hesitated to say more.

Watching the two specks of Owen and Luke in the distance, Obi-Wan sighed heavily. Between this recent development with the Lars family, the blossoming rebellion, of which he found himself a part, and the fact he now had a child on the way, his brain became a jumbled mess, mixing moments of sheer joy with utter frustration.

"But Luke, making him a Jedi, that is my job, the whole purpose I am here," he said. "And, of course, his protection, from Anakin, the Emperor, the Empire."

"And if you trained him, if he is Force sensitive," Mayli said, emphasizing the if. "What happens then?"

"I don't know," Obi-Wan said, wishing more than anything he could talk with Yoda. And Qui-Gon, where did he go? Obi-Wan felt abandoned.

"Let's give them a couple of weeks to cool off, then we'll go together, maybe bearing gifts," Mayli said, smiling at him. "I know the scent Beru prefers. Strategy. Soften them up, come with logical arguments."

Obi-Wan nodded, glad to have Mayli on his side.

"And remember Leia. If things go poorly with them, Leia is also a Skywalker, perhaps a Jedi. And with this new line to Alderaan…" she said.

Obi-Wan's brain began spinning. Yes, Leia, he could maybe make the journey to the Organas and…

"Obi," Mayli said softly, her hand on his, moving him from his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Just focus on the now, okay? Don't dwell in the past. I saw what happened to you when you did. And don't overthink the future. You, me, we have a lot of good things happening. Focus on the now."

The now, he thought. Yes, he needed to do just that. The devices, the baby, he had enough to think about. He and Mayli could work on how to approach Owen and Beru, together. He wasn't alone in his exile, broken, in despair. He had Mayli and their child, his now.

Author's Note: In the next chapter, Mayli goes on her first mission as a rebel, and Obi-Wan gets a job.

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