Kenobi

"Sir...if I may be so bold...um...well, nevermind."

General Kenobi - dressed in red and black Mandalorian armor - gave him a sidelong glance while they walked down the halls of Sundari Palace towards the conference room. Outside, the sky was dark, and only a sliver of the General's face could be seen. "Oh, out with it Cody."

"Are there any children we should be aware -"

A sharp, bitter laugh came from his general. Cody grimaced, glad he had the helmet on to avoid eye contact. He was spending too much time with the 501st - they always asked inappropriate questions.

"I would recommend, Cody," General Kenobi nodded to the guards outside the conference room while he palmed the door open. "That you not ask such questions in front of my wife."

"Yes sir."

The doors whooshed open, and they were met with a barrage of yelling. Or rather...holograms of Mace Windu yelling, Chancellor Palpatine trying to calm him down, Anakin Skywalker and Bail Organa trying to interject, and Master Yoda pinching the bridge of his nose.

"...I will not calm down, Chancellor! This act of war -"

"Master Windu, please -"

"Giving me a migraine, you all are."

"Skywalker, I swear if one more word come out of your mouth -"

Satine was sitting in a chair, her sister and nephew behind her. She looked utterly bored with her head propped by two fingers - at least until she caught sight of Obi-Wan and Cody walking in. A small, slightly feral smile came onto her face.

Obi-Wan couldn't say he reveled in watching Mace Windu stutter to a halt when he walked into the frame - okay, that was a lie. He did. With a smirk he took Satine's outstretched hand and bowed over it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Then, in an even bolder move - leaned in, tilted her chin, and gave her an open-mouthed kiss.

A cough was heard behind them. Obi-Wan pulled away gradually, giving her a wink before turning around to face his co-workers. "Masters, Senator - Sheev. It's a pleasure to -"

"Kenobi, what the fuck are you doing?" Mace snarled. "You were not authorized to -"

Obi-Wan smiled, folding his arms over his chest. His gaze flickered to Anakin, trying to read the young man's face briefly. "I'll be taking an extended leave of absence, sirs. The clones I took will remain here as protectors of the Mandalorian system until it's safe for my wife and her remaining clan members, or until the war finishes."

He locked eyes with Palpatine, watching the man scowl and having an uneasy feeling prickle up his spine. "I suspect neither will happen for a while."

Somewhere behind him, Korkie gave a muffled snort of laughter.

Yoda hummed, pounding his cane. "Duchess -"

"Oh, cut the feed." Satine rolled her eyes. "I don't wish to listen to the shitty green troll."

"Kenobi!" Mace began to bark, but his voice cut when the Waxer shut the Holo down.

The fans whirred to a stop, highlighting the eerie silence in the chamber. It had only been forty-five hours since the General had requested their help, and everyone began to realize just how tired they all were. So much had happened, and there was so much to come…

Satine was the first to speak, holding her hand out for her husband to take. "Well darling - care to celebrate our good victory?"

"Sounds delightful," he murmured, helping her stand and glimpsing the disgusted looks on Korkie and Bo-Katan's faces. With a sudden grin he dip kissed her, one arm supporting her back, the opposite hand grasping her bent knee. She gave an inhale of surprise before relaxing, weaving her fingers through his hair.

"Satine," Bo groaned, and rolled her eyes when her sister gave her a very rude gesture. She looked at the people in the room - Waxer, Cody, and Korkie - and jerked her head towards the door.

"How often do they do that?" Cody asked when they were out of the conference room and the door had whooshed shut. He wanted the image of Duchess Kryze - now sitting on the Holotable, still making out with General Kenobi - seared out of his brain.

"How often do they argue?" Korkie countered, running gloved fingers through his dirty hair. He yawned, trying to ignore his aunt's frown. "Prisoners taken care of?"

"One of them tried to commit ritual suicide." Cody looked at Bo-Katan. "That normal?"

"Unfortunately." She sighed, and put a hand on her nephew's shoulder. "Get some sleep, kid. You've done quite a bit."

"But -"

Bo-Katan shook her head firmly. "No buts. I don't let me soldiers pass out from exhaustion, and I certainly won't let my nephew."

Author's note: hello dearies! I honestly can't believe that I'm still updating this fic - thank you all so much for the kind and hilarious feedback! It means a ton!

And can we get a collective awww about this chapter? I enjoyed it quite a bit.

(As usual I'll fully edit this at a later time)

ii Digestive Reader ii

p.s. don't worry - I haven't abandoned "Secrets" or "Pictures" - I'm planning on doing a mass update once my finals are over on Friday, so expect a lot of work within the next month to come out! :D