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His eyes are still shut, even though he could feel the heat of the star pouring in through the window. He could also feel the warmth coming from Satine, being held in his arms.
"We're going to have to get up eventually my dear," Satine whispers into his chest, clinging onto him tighter, nuzzling closer. Ben grumbles, shaking his head, and wrapping his arms tighter around her waist, making her giggle lightly.
"Eventually isn't right now," He whispers, smiling and nuzzling her head with his nose. Grabbing hold of her leg, he rolls over, trapping her between the wall and his body, laughing at her very regal yelp, which is met with a slap to the arm of course.
"You wound me," He says grinning, opening his eyes, her big smile is the first thing he sees. She sits up, propping an arm under herself, and fixing her tangled hair for a moment, but with a sigh, she looks down at him, sleeping again.
"It's time to get up love," She whispers, leaning down, giving him a little peck on the lips, "Fett isn't going to wait for us long if he's even still there in the first place," She says looking out out the window, which is, unfortunately, facing the opposite of where his camp is.
"Well, how can I refuse then," He says sitting up as well, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. The sun poured in lighting up her features in a ray of beauty. He leans forward, inching closer, her breath on his lips.
"Duchess! Obi-Wan! Are you guys asleep?" Boba's voice calls from outside, "Jango made breakfast, and I think he's waiting?" Boba continues, sounding unsure of whether or not Fett's actually gonna wait for them.
Satine gently grasps his hand and pulls it back down to her lap as they lean away from each other, both still smiling.
"Later," She whispers, nodding her head a little, making the promise to the both of them.
"Eventually," He agrees, getting off the small bed and walking towards his robe, forgoing the tunics, and pulling it on with a little flourish. He watches Satine in the corner of his eye as she gets dressed as well, pulling her more royal robe on over her sleepwear.
"I'll go let Boba know we're up, I'll wait for you at the ramp," Obi-Wan says walking over to the counter and grabbing his belt, his lightsaber still clipped to it. Satine smiles at him, grabbing some of her clothes and walking into the fresher.
With a content sigh, Obi-Wan walks out of the room and to the ramp, flicking a few switches, making it lower with a hiss, steam flying from a few of the pipes. Boba, quickly gets up off the ground, dusting off his pants and waving at him as he starts walking down.
"Hey! I wasn't really sure if you were up or yet, and Jango asked me to get you, but I wasn't, I didn't really know how…" The boy says, trailing off, turning to look back at his camp before turning back to Obi-Wan.
"We heard you Boba, don't worry, Satine's getting dressed, and then we can eat," Obi-Wan says laughing a little, leaning on the rail of the ramp. Boba smiles, letting out a breath of relief now that he knew he didn't have to wait so long.
"You said Jango made breakfast? Are you two not leaving then?" He asks quietly, his eyes on the camp, the same fire from last night, lit again, and making a much bigger cloud of smoke.
"No, I mean I don't know, he didn't really tell me what he's doing, or where he's gonna take me, or really anything," Boba says shrugging, looking down at his shoes, his smile still wide though. Obi-Wan nods his head with a hum of acknowledgment, watching with a slight curiosity as Boba shuffles from foot to foot, playing with his hands.
"Is something wrong Boba?" He asks, making Boba look back up at him, his brows shooting up in surprise, and he quickly shakes his head.
"Nothings wrong, I'm okay," The child says, "I'm just ah, still a little curious about what you do," Boba says quietly, his eyes moving back to his feet. Obi-Wan watches as he stands there, nervous.
"What would you like to know?" The Jedi asks, taking the last few steps off of the ramp, with his hands resting on his belt, revealing the hilt of his saber to him.
"Well, could you maybe tell me what that is?" Boba asks pointing to it, his head tilting with curiosity, "I saw you using it in the mine. Is it something that all Jedi use? What can it cut through? I saw it go through a blaster," He asks quickly, mostly muttering towards the end.
Ben grabs it and unclips it from his belt, and carefully, he holds it out in front of him, slowly twisting and turning it for him to see. Boba's eyes go as wide as plates, and leaning forward, his hands slowly reach out to it. Ben though gently pulls it away.
"This is called a lightsaber Boba, and it is incredibly dangerous," Ben warns, "It can cut through anything, mostly anything," He continues, and holding it straight, he hits the button, activating it with a snap-hiss.
"It's the weapon that the Jedi order uses, all of us carry one, and it is only ever meant to be used in defense, never offense," He says, Boba's eyes transfixed on the blade as Ben explains. Smiling, he takes a few steps back and gives it a few swings.
"Because it's so dangerous, only someone trained in the Jedi arts can use it," Ben says, "Otherwise, someone could get hurt," He finishes, letting the blade retract into the hilt, and clipping it back to his belt.
"Woah," Boba breathes, looking back up at Obi-Wan, who nods his head, agreeing with him.
"Very impressive," Satine says from the ship, walking up to meet them, dressed in a graceful white outfit. Ben takes her hand with a smile, giving her hand a small squeeze.
"Ready to eat Boba?" Obi-Wan asks leading the way to Fett's camp. Boba quickly walks to catch up to the two, nodding his head excited to finally be eating.
"Definitely, Jango said he's making a Mandalorian breakfast," He says walking quicker towards the smell of food, Obi-Wan and Satine laughing behind him as he starts to run, finally giving in to his impatience.
"So, what kind of things are you going to be showing Jango?" Satine has a curious quirk to her look as she asks quietly, wrapping her arm around his, and slowing their walk down to a crawl. His head tilts to the side, making a little shrug.
"It depends on him, what he already knows, and what he can accept," Ben says, making her hum thoughtfully.
"Ben, you said that you've been fighting in wars since you were a boy? What did you mean? You can't have been fighting like that when you were Boba's age," She asks, stopping to stare up at him, giving him a look of worry that she so often hides. Ben stares back, a sad smile on his face, and a little shake of his head.
"No, not that young," He says softly. Her hand reaches up, and gently cradles his chin in her hand, like she'd done so many times before, in another life.
"How young Obi-Wan?" She asks dread lacing her tone. Ben sighs a little, his own hand wrapped around hers, and his eyes closing, flashes of those old battles coming to mind again, from the wars and beyond.
"I believe that my first war was when I was 13… No, no 14. It was quite some time ago," He says laughing humorlessly, her eyes widening in horror. Her beautiful face melted into sorrow with a shake of her head.
Her arms quickly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into a tight hug. His hands quickly match hers, wrapping around her waist. He could feel the sadness, the anguish from the Force, her thoughts screaming injustice.
"Your order let this happen?" She asks angrily, pulling back after a minute, planting her hands on his shoulders firmly. Ben lets out another soft laugh, shaking his head as his smile slips from his face.
"No, I left the order to do so," He says quietly, watching, feeling her shock, "A planet… people needed help, but the Jedi felt that they couldn't, so I left," He says, looking at his feet, remembering a pain that seemed so dull now in comparison to everything else that had happened since.
"But you were so young," Satine says desperately, her hand bringing his eyes back to her, "Why would they allow that? Why didn't your master stop you," She asks. Obi-Wan doesn't say anything for a second, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Master Jinn, at the time, was not in the right state of mind… He'd lost his last student, and because of that, he felt that he shouldn't have had another," He whispers, his smile coming back, "But he came back for me, eventually, and since then, he's grown, healed, and he's become like a father to me," He finishes.
"He shouldn't have left you like that though, not to fight a war," She says firmly, "you stupidly brave man," She says, her eyes watering.
"You've been fighting wars like my planet has been, for years? All this time" She asks. He only nods his head.
"Obi-Wan, that is… I'm so sorry," She says pulling him into another crushing hug that he returns. He could sense the horrible ache that she feels for him, and quickly sends her feelings of love to dampen them.
They stand there, the cold morning air of the desert planet rushing past them, their hair blowing in the wind, and the rising sun silhouetting them as they hold each other, trying to give comfort.
"We need to go see Fett, my dear," Obi-Wan says quietly, pulling back, his hands still on her back. She nods, taking his arm in hers and once again, leading the way.
"We'll be talking about this more Ben," She says, her hand wiping at a stray tear. He leans down, kissing her head.
"Eventually my dear," He whispers into her ear.
"Morning Duchess, Jet'ii," Fett says, stocking the fire, Boba sitting next to him, slowly eating some sort of pastry. Though it doesn't seem like he's enjoying it, his face is red, and a few tears are rolling down his face, every bite looking torturous. He does try his best to smile at them though, giving them a little wave with his fork.
"Are you alright Boba," Obi-Wan asks, while Satine holds a hand up to her mouth, hiding a little smile. Fett though, laughs, looking up at them for a second before patting Boba on the shoulder, the stick he was using, forgotten in the fire.
"He's fine Jet'ii, he's simply enjoying Mandalorian cuisine," He says with a rueful smile. Ben nods his head carefully, sitting across from them, and eyeing the pie carefully.
"It's alright, my people's food can be a little… hot for those who aren't used to it," Satine says, taking the plates Fett hands her, nodding her head in thanks, then sitting next to him. She hands him his, which he puts down to his side quickly, smiling in thanks.
"Well, before I dig in, I think it's time I hear your answer," Obi-Wan says, looking at Fett. The Mandalorian, after finishing his bite, puts his plate down as well, looking at the Jet'ii, a firm look in his eyes.
"I have thought about your offer Jet'ii," He says, "But the choice is not mine," He finishes quietly. Obi-Wan could feel the conflict inside him, the indecision, but not for what it seemed.
"And why's that?" Ben asks just as quietly. Satine looks between the two of them, the same as Boba, who's finally given up on his food, letting it rest next to him.
"Because I have a question of my own," He says, looking away from Ben and to Boba. A little silence encompasses the group, and Boba awkwardly looks at them, unsure.
"Boba, when we met in the mines, you told me your parents had passed," Fett says quietly, "you have choices to make about your future," He continues, gesturing to the three of them there.
"I'm sure that the Jet'ii can find you someplace to go, I've heard that they have orphanage outreaches," He says looking towards Kenobi for confirmation, of which he gets a quick nod. "Or, if you'd like, you can come with me, and… you can be a part of my clan, a clan of Mandalore," Fett finishes, his words heavy on the boy.
Obi-Wan and Satine watch as the child's mouth falls open, his eyes darting to the two of them. They each give a little smile, nodding their heads, and encouraging him.
"You want to adopt me?" Boba asks looking back to Jango. Boba quickly stands up, walking closer to the Mandalorian, and playing with his hands.
"Yes Boba," Fett says.
Boba launches himself forwards, wrapping his small arms around his new father, holding him tight. Ben can't help the small laugh, seeing Jango's eye's widen. He gets his act together fast though and puts his arms around the small boy.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Boba cries, jumping in his arms, laughing. Jango nods his head, giving the boy a soft smile as he pulls back, his hands resting on the boy's shoulders.
"You are Boba Fett," He says firmly, "And you are my son," He finishes, pulling him in for another tight hug.
Ben watches on as a connection from his life is recreated, one that's so similar, but so different. The image of that clone, the other Boba Fett from Kamino firmly in his head.
I wonder what would have happened had I not been there, he thinks, looking at the bandages around the child's shoulder.
After a moment, Jango still holding the boy, open's his eyes, and stares at Ben, giving him a little nod.
The Jedi gives one in return, accepting the role of teacher once more.