I apologize for this being a little late, but I hope this chapter would make you laugh with Obi-Wan and his awkward situation.


A planet, adorned with lush green continents and bodies of water, appeared in the viewport of a J-type star skiff. The chrome-plated skiff orbited the planet dotted with rolling plains, forests, jungles, deserts, grasslands, and almost every type of terrain a type 1 atmosphere could contain.

Anakin Skywalker, the Hero of the Clone Wars, observed the planet with weary eyes. His body ached from the lack of a comfortable sleeping position, having spent the entire trip on the pilot's chair. The Chosen One figured that a series of micro jumps would throw off the scent of the ship''s location from the newly christened Empire.

The entrance to the cockpit door hissed open and Anakin didn't need to know who it was. "I must be dreaming because I see—" A clipped Coruscanti accent spoke in disbelief before being cut off.

"Mandalore?" Anakin finished with a smirk as he piloted the ship into the planet's atmosphere. Clouds dissipated as it hit the viewport unceremoniously. "I figured that this certain planet would help aid us into hiding."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan cautiously spoke as he sat in the co-pilot's seat. "This planet is swarmed with anti-Jedi sentiment. No one in the right mind would want to risk setting foot on this planet while calling themselves Jedi. Even in the pacifist cities."

"Well," Anakin sighed as he navigated through the thick clouds. "Neither of us are in the position to have a right mind. Besides, we're headed to the capitol."

"I do hope you mean Sundari," mumbled the Negotiator. As if on cue, the familiar matte-black dome appeared as a tiny speck on the center of the viewport. Forced to watch, Obi-Wan looked at his brother in annoyance and noticed a small glint in his eye. Kenobi studied the glint for a moment before coming to a conclusion. "We're meeting up with her, aren't we?"

The younger man kept silent until a few minutes later. "Obi-Wan, we need help to disappear. Powerful help, I might add, and she's the only one that we could trust at the moment."

"Why couldn't you have picked Senator Organa?" Obi-Wan retorted, feeling his heart beat faster than normal.

"Too obvious, he worked closely with Padmé and it would make sense that Bail would be one of the first suspects in our disappearance," Anakin answered as he activated the ship's hailing transmitter.

"What about the senator from Chandrila?" Obi-Wan countered as he saw a cargo ship zip past the skiff on their right flank.

"Mon Mothma? She's likely to become a suspect as well. She's one of the leaders of the Delegation of Two Thousand and from what I heard, the Emperor's rounding all of them up," Anakin responded to Obi-Wan before he started to speak to the control tower. "This is the Angel's Wings requesting to land on docking bay one-six-two."

The intercom buzzed for a moment before a static answer came, "State your…bzzrt…business here. If you fail to…bzzrt...do so, you and your ship…bzzrt...will be detained."

"They sound friendly," Obi-Wan quipped.

Anakin shot a glance at Obi-Wan and rolled his eyes before speaking to the intercom. "We're merely here for a stop over for fuel and supplies."

"BzzzzrtAngel's Wings…bzzrrt…you are…bzzrt…repeat…bzzrt…you are cleared," Control answered. The skiff slowly made its way to the private docking bay where a single speeder lay hidden in the shadows caused by the massive buildings surrounding it.

Anakin settled the ship on its dampers and Obi-Wan could only look at the mysterious hooded being that was standing beside the speeder. "I'm going to check on Padmé," Anakin said as he stood up from his seat.

"Wait, Anakin—" Obi-Wan began as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

"Relax," Anakin stopped the older man from speaking. "It'll only be a minute, now go say hi."

Before Obi-Wan could say any more, Anakin bolted out of the room, leaving the Jedi master alone. Gritting his teeth, Obi-Wan took a breath before keying in the code to lower the ramp. Taking his cloak that rested on the co-pilot's headrest, Obi-Wan drew up his hood and walked out of the cockpit, promising to wring Anakin's neck after the meeting for leaving him alone.

I swear, he's making up excuses just to leave me hanging like this. Obi-Wan mused as he made his way to the ramp. As Obi-Wan walked down the ramp, the hooded being came closer to where the Negotiator was and met him halfway between the speeder and the ship. The two stood in silence, waiting for the other to talk.

"It's good to see you, Master Kenobi," the being greeted in a diplomatic voice that seemed to challenge the Jedi master to talk.

"Indeed. As with you," Obi-Wan fumbled with his words. "I assume that Anakin had informed you with our, er, current situation?"

"Yes, from the reports I've been hearing, it's like a miracle that you've survived," the being responded with joy weaved in her words. Obi-Wan signaled the being to follow him into the safety of the ship and when they were away from any prying eyes, Obi-Wan pulled off his hood and so did the being.

Staring for a moment, Obi-Wan finally said, "It really is good to see you, Duchess."

Duchess Satine Kryze held up a hand and corrected, "Please, Obi-Wan, call me Satine."


I was thinking where Anakin and Obi-Wan would go and Mandalore just popped in my head. So far, I haven't seen any fics that showed the duo escaping to Mandalore after the events of Order 66. I love your reviews and they help me keep writing! Thank You! -RC-1197