Hellooo lovely people of fanfiction! Just another chapter from 'lil ol' me answers to reviews- Valairy Scot- I know that Obi-wan seems a little out of character, and for that I wholeheartedly apologize, but I was trying to show that even a composed, well behaved being like Obi-wan can have his own rude, rebellious streak. I've also noticed in the dialogue of Satine and Obi-wan in the Clone Wars episodes, that he doesn't always seem to speak with the utmost respect towards her, and I was trying to portray that here, in my own little fanfic. Thanks for the criticism, though. I thrive on it ;) Ameliaxox-thank you. I do my very best. Here's more, since you asked so nicely. From here on out, the story will be told through journal entries by Obi-wan and Satine, some scenes (like a Clone Wars episode) and occasionally a little blurb from the Master of Awesomeness, Qui-gon Jinn. I'll just be shutting up now. Enjoy!

Love Across the Stars

Chapter 3

Dagobah

Satine

I hate myself. I, Satine Anastasia Kryze, am singlehandedly responsible for the death of my sister, Galileia Kryze, and her fiancé, Jonathan Corinth. I accept full responsibility for the actions that lead to their untimely demise. Would someone kill me, please? I hate the fact that I live, whilst they are dead for my mistakes. Am I not to blame? If I had just… if I had… I can't even begin to think of what I could have done differently. Slaughter and violence are just not my way. Am I good at such things? Yes. My mother trained me to be a killing machine from the day I could walk. Have I killed? Yes, many times, though I would gladly take each time back. Do I have the heart to continue with such unpleasant things? No. never again. Never again will I be responsible for a child growing up without a father. Because I know how it feels. My parents were slaughtered by the Jedi long ago, because of my mother's actions. My anger and grief was turned towards my enemies, whom I slaughtered without mercy. One would not think it because of my pacifist exterior. But it is true. I have killed many. The Mandalore system, now made up of seven planets, originally consisted of four planets. My people and I claimed the others, one by peaceful negotiation, the others by force. I do not regret my actions, though. Those planets, Tracyn and Nog, were ruled by cruel, unscrupulous dictators who made their people slaves. I have no regrets, except for the fact that their soldiers were picked by their fitness to be soldiers, not their willingness. I say I do not regret my actions, and I don't, but at the same time I do. I am a living paradox. I can't think about this anymore.

We have arrived on a planet. Dagobah, I believe it is called. I wasn't really paying attention to Obi-wan's words, so much as his face. It really is an attractive face, even if his nose looks as though it has been broken. He has such ghastly red hair. Gah! It's ridiculous! I guess I haven't the right to judge his looks though, as I'm not necessarily the picture of normalcy either. I have many scars, most of which can be hidden. Hell of hells, he's attractive. DRECK! What's wrong with me? He's a pompous ass. He's polite to me, but I can tell he's putting on airs. Many jedi do when I go to coroscaunt. 'yes, Duchess'. 'No, Duchess,' I would have had more respect for them if they had cursed at me, called me a monster, just like my mother. Hey, at least they would have been speaking their minds.

Scene

"Duchess?"

"Yes, padawan Kenobi?"

He glared at her. she smiled.

"I know you hate that title."

"Then why do you use it?"

"Because I hate the title Duchess. It makes me feel old."

"You mean old enough to reach the top shelf?"

She stood. "Do you have something against my age?"

"No, I just think someone more…qualified should rule the system until you're old enough to vote."

"Mandalorians don't vote."

"No, they just murder the previous leader so they can take control!"

"Tell me Obi-wan Kenobi, how many people have you killed?"

"None."

"That's what I thought. You can't judge someone until you've walked a few klicks in their boots."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing of importance. After all, I can't even reach the top shelf…or vote, which seems to be important." She stood and began to walk away.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I need to bathe. And I intend to."

"You can't go alone."

"And you can't watch me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll be naked?"

"Oh. Right. Then I won't watch you."

"Mhmm."

"What makes you think I'd want to watch you bathe? You're scrawny and underdeveloped. I'm certain I could do better." He smirked, and she fought back the urge to hit him.

"You act as though you don't stare at me when you think I'm not watching."

He blushed scarlet, almost as red as his hair.

"I'm only watching you."

"Like a creepy stalker."

"Whatever you say, Duchess."

"If you really wish to keep an eye on me, Padawan Kenobi, then come along. I haven't got all day you know."

Together, they walked out of the clearing.

Obi-wan

I can't believe she noticed me watching her. I'm going to have to work on that in the near future. I hardly even notice myself staring at her. I can hardly stand her, yet I find my eyes attracted to her. I couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction when I told her she was scrawny and underdeveloped. She tried to hide it, but a flicker of hurt flashed across that pretty face of hers. I must admit, I lied. She is small, but she isn't underdeveloped in any way. She's definitely attractive, not as polished and perfect skinned as most royalty. I've noticed many scars interlacing across her alabaster skin. I can't help but wonder how she got them. With her lifestyle, that many scars could not possibly be normal. She has nearly as many scars as my Master. I'm having to fight the urge to look up and see if she has more than what I can see when she's dressed. We found a small stream, and she's bathing now. I would look, but if she catches me, I'll never hear the end of it. Damn her. why does she have to be so pretty? With that long, silver blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes. Damn her straight to hell. That has to be where she's from, sent from hell to torture me. My Master values her like a daughter, and I'm positive that means I'm not allowed to touch her. not that she'd let me anyway. What am I talking about? I don't want to touch her! she's a duchess for crying out loud! Not to mention the fact that our age difference is illegal. And the fact that the jedi code forbids attachment. Wait, what? When did attachment come into this? Damn it!

Valairy Scot- see why I did the age thing now? Only adding to the drama ;)