Hey guys, I was looking back and noticed my chapters were kinda, well….ew. So this is kinda a "Sorry I'm such a bad writer" present. Hope you accept!

Chapter 8

Satine POV

There were so many things wrong with the few words he said to me already, but I kept it together and asked him:

"You know Obi-wan?"

The dark figure nodded.

"So are you a Jedi then?"

"No. but you were very close, duchess."

"Satine, please. Duchess makes me feel like some old lady."

He laughed. "Very well then…Satine." He said my name strangely, the way Anakin does when he is staring at me. This made me nervous, so I changed the subject.

"How close was I?"

"What? Oh. Pretty close…. I guess." He sounded like he was waking from a dream. Again, very strange…..

"So…..what are you then?"

"Promise you won't panic?"

"Cross my heart."

He stepped out of the shadows. He was rather handsome (though in my opinion Obi-wan beat him hands down), with black hair that fell into flashing green eyes. Those eyes, for some reason, made me feel rather dizzy, which I didn't like. Nothing terrifying here. He had a 'saber, but when he turned it on, it was blood red.

I couldn't help myself.

I panicked.

"Shhh….calm down!" he whispered.

"You're a bloody sith, and you're asking me to CALM DOWN?" I snarled.

"It's not necessarily like that."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm what you'd call a rouge Jedi. I'm not in the Order, giving me more freedom, but I'm no sith. Trust me, I'd rather die."

"Oh. Sorry I freaked out."

He smiled. "It's fine. Obi-wan said you were a little….crazy."

"He did not."

"Oh yes he did."

"Oh no he didn't."

"Oh yes he did."

"Urgh…"

"He also said you were impatient…"

"Ok, now you're just making stuff up."

"Whatever you say, beautiful."

"Does Obi-wan know you intend to call me that?"

"Probably not, although his bragging wasn't just bragging, so I don't think he'll mind."

"Bragging?"

"He said he had the most beautiful wife in the galaxy, and I'm not gonna argue with him."

"Umm…ok. Thanks."

He stared at me until I broke the silence.

"So…are you gonna get me out or not?"

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I don't have the keys that's why!"

"Then get them!"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's difficult to explain. I'm working on overthrowing the sith lord that runs this station. I think I'll be able to convince him that killing you is unnecessary. The rumors should be enough to keep you alive."

"Rumors?"

"The rumors that say you are the mother of the chosen one."

"But Anakin Skywalker is the chosen one."

"Actually, he's not."

"Damien, you're not making any sense."

"The chosen one hasn't been born yet."

"What?"

"You are the mother of the chosen one."

"But…how?"

"Do we really need to have the sex talk?"

"NO…trust me, Obi-wan's taught me all I need to know."

"He would be a good sex ed teacher, wouldn't he?"

"He is, but why do you think that?"

"You don't know about all the women he's taken to bed? Just in the past few weeks he's been….uh oh."

Oooooooh, obi's in trouble!

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