Chapter 4- Yane
Yané Tarok smiled and nodded her thanks as she accepted the glass of lomin ale from the man across from her. They clinked the tankards together and then each took a long sip from their glasses. She tucked her feet up underneath her legs and rested her head on her hand. The man smiled and laughed at her "innocent" pose.
"What?" She demanded, her tone playful. The man simply shook his head and leaned across the table to plant a kiss on her forehead. Yané put on a mock pout and the man stood up and went to sit next to her, enfolding her in his arms.
Sighing with contentment, she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I think that this is the only good thing about the Jedi Order becoming next to extinct."
"Why's that, Yané?"
"Because then we can be together, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan Kenobi gave a bittersweet smile and drew back from her. "For as long as the Empire remains oblivious to our continuation of life."
"Only two people know where we are Ben. Or at least Luke and I are."
"But can we trust these two? If Vader finds out where I, Luke, Leia, or Amidala are-"
"It's Sabé and Dormé, love. They are both like my sisters."
He frowned slightly. "Dormé? Is she not the one who remains with Amidala?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure that Amidala is still oblivious to Luke's location? If Vader finds her, love, and she tells him where Luke and Leia are-" his voice broke off. He didn't need to say any more. Both of them knew all too well what would happen to the four year old twins if their father found them.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Yané said softly, "I trust Sabé and Dormé with my life and so does Padmé."
His arms snaked around her waist and drew her to him once more. He kissed her gently on the lips, whispering softly to her, "I know my love, I know."
She linked her arms around the Jedi's neck and smiled inwardly. Obi-Wan's arms tightened around her waist, drawing her to him. Their bodies pressed together, only separated by a few layers of clothing, the couple seized the initiative to deepen the kiss.
When at last, they broke apart for air, Yané looked up at him coyly through fluttering lashes, the very image of an innocent young girl who's just received her first kiss.
Obi-Wan laughed and kissed her lightly on the nose and a hand came up to brush a few locks of hair that had come loose from her braid away from her face. He leaned down and kissed her once more. Any thoughts or worries that they had had before were gone now and replaced by thoughts only about each other.
About five minutes later, they were rather rudely interrupted by a comlink beeping loudly at them. The "ring" was not the steady 'beep-beep-beep', but two slow ones, a pause, and then two quick ones.
Reluctantly, they pulled away again, Yan's expression a bit confused. Freeing herself from his embrace, she frowned slightly as she recognized the ringer tone.
She had prerigged her comm about ten years ago to beep like that if she was receiving a call from a fellow handmaiden or the then Queen of Naboo. And then, only if the person calling input a certain code before making the call.
She picked the comlink up and flicked it on. "Handmaiden Yé."
"Yé! It's your sister Ré calling from the current residence!"
Yané smiled slightly as she recognized the slightly accented voice of her fellow handmaiden, Rabé Nuploa. What the older woman had just informed her was that it was indeed Rabé calling and that she was with Padmé on Alderaan.
"Ré! Wonderful to talk to you again! I'm still at the old residence by the way."
That meant she was still with Luke.
"Oh, must be awfully dusty there. Anyways, our sister Dé says to meet her at the place where it all began in twins' lifedays."
Translation: Meet Dormé on Naboo in four days.
"Will Sé be there? And how is Pé by the way?"
Meaning, will Sabé be there and is Padmé okay?
"Yes to both sister. I've got to go now Yé. I'll see you soon; well hopefully. Ré out."
Yané smiled faintly as she flipped the comlink off. She turned around to see Obi-Wan raising an eyebrow at her. She giggled as she realized how confusing that conversation must've sounded to one outside of their circle.
"Could I have your fair lips translate perhaps, for my unworthy ears?" he asked.
Yané stifled another giggle and nodded. "That was Rabé Nupola and she was calling from Alderaan, with Padmé I assume. She also passed on a message from Dormé to meet her at Sab's Lake Retreat house on Naboo in four days. In return, I informed her I was still around Luke and asked if Sabé would be there and if our Lady was okay and, as you heard, it was a yes to both questions."
Obi-Wan's other eyebrow shot up to join its partner. "Quite some code you ladies have worked out."
Yané shrugged slightly and took a sip from her tankard. "We take our lady's safety very seriously."
The Jedi drew her back down to the couch and murmured into her ear, "Well, I'm glad you aren't so serious about everything."
It didn't take a Master Yoda incarnate to figure out what that led to.
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A/M: Again, my apologies for my stupid brain's mistakes.