Hey guys! Here is the next part of the Obitine wedding saga!
No, they don't get married just yet. I want to have fun with this idea a bit before they do. But it'll happen in the next installment. Promise.
In the meantime, enjoy the next chapter!
"Nice disguise."
Satine's heart skipped a beat as she whipped around frantically, a hand clinging to the hood of her cloak to keep it in place. She couldn't help but wonder if it was possible to be found out this quickly.
"Oh, it's you." Satine nearly collapsed with relief as she found herself staring into a pair of verdant eyes, coated with gold and drifting above a sea of freckles.
"Care to tell me why we're risking our lives out here?" Bo-Katan slid onto the bar stool adjacent to Satine, taking in their seedy surroundings as she tugged the hood of her near identical cloak down.
"Do you want to be found with me?" Satine hissed. "I doubt Vizsla'd appreciate us meeting much."
"Mm." Bo-Katan agreed half-disinterestedly. "So what is it you needed to tell me?"
"Well, it's appears I'm-" Satine tilted her head down and lapsed into silence as the bartender waltzed into the vicinity of their conversation.
"Can I get you anything?"
"No thank you." Satine replied briskly.
"I'll try the blue drink, please." Bo-Katan ordered.
The bartender nodded and left, signaling Satine to continue with their conversation.
"It appears... that I'm getting married. And I just wanted you to know." Satine rushed through her words nervously, fingers twisting her engagement ring.
"Ah." Bo-Katan remarked, staring at the table awkwardly. "I didn't know you had... romantic relations with anyone."
"I don't, really." Satine reflected. "It was... a spur of the moment thing, really. But I do love him. I have for a long time."
Bo-Katan accepted her drink from the bartender with a brief smile, taking a gulp of the electric blue liquid as he walked away for a second time.
"Anyways," Satine continued. "He- my fianceè- He's a Jedi."
Bo-Katan paused a moment. "Kenobi."
"How did you know?!" Satine half-hysterically inquired.
Bo-Katan shrugged, taking a calm sip of her drink. "Viszla's had his suspicions."
Satine sighed, cupping her face in her hands anxiously. "You're not going to tell him, are you?"
"Satine..."
"Please Bo. Leave my fianceè out of my quarrel with Death Watch."
"I can't betray my side, Satine. Neither would you." Bo-Katan remarked, stirring her drink idly.
Satine moved to look her in the eyes. "You wouldn't be betraying them any more than you already are by talking to me."
"Don't remind me that I shouldn't be here." Bo-Katan replied gruffly.
Satine retreated to her former position, and simply stared forwards in silence for a bit.
"Will you come to the wedding?"
Bo-Katan laughed. "I can sneak off to the middle of nowhere, but you can't possibly expect me to make it to Mandalore without drawing suspicion to myself."
"This doesn't happen every day, you know."
"I believe it happens nearly as often as I meet my sworn enemies in pubs."
"There must be a reason you haven't taken advantage of this situation and shot me." Satine dared her sister.
"You know I can't." Bo-Katan muttered. "You're my sister."
"Then come." Satine rested on the table, looking Bo-Katan in the eyes again. "For me."
Bo-Katan sighed, tossing a handful of credits onto the table as she made to stand. "I'll see what I can do."
"That's a yes, right?" Satine stood with her.
Bo-Katan rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop your endless nagging. Yes, I'll come."
Satine wrapped her arms around Bo-Katan enthusiastically, hugging her sister tight. "Thank you."
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"Anakin!"
Anakin looked up from his crouch, shielding his eyes with his hand. "Obi-Wan!" Is the council not trusting me again? Because this time I haven't done anything. Not even to the ships!"
"No," Obi-Wan slammed himself under the cover of the barrier beside Anakin. "No, this time I'm actually not supposed to be here, believe it or not."
"Well, get whatever mental disease you have that's causing Obi-Wan Kenobi to break rules away from me!" Anakin joked, glancing over their cover quickly.
"Believe me, this is nothing compared to what I've done- er, what I'm planning to do." Obi-Wan assured him, chuckling.
Anakin glanced over quizzically. "Oh? And here I was, so sure you didn't know how to break rules!"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, sighing. "I'm getting married, Anakin."
For a moment, there was nothing but the bright bolts soaring above their heads, and the mechanical whirr of droids approaching the battleground.
The thick silence was only broken by Anakin's half-sigh, half-snicker. "Well? Tell me when it is so this three-pronged attack doesn't fail due to one prong discussing your wedding plans!"
Obi-Wan was taken aback. "You're... you're not surprised?"
"Not in the slightest." Anakin moved back to studying the battle.
"You don't even want to know who the bride is?"
"Satine." Anakin called back to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't have bothered you if I'd known about the coveted "Chosen One's Power to Predict Weddings."
Anakin clapped him on the shoulder, laughing. "That's the spirit! You'll be a real person in no time! Maybe you'll even be a great father!"
"I- I-" Obi-Wan stammered, struck in horror while the laughing Knight vaulted over their cover, rushing towards the attack. "ANAKIN!"
I'm considering just ending the wedding and going back to normal now. Believe it or not, I want to write the next chapter of the Rebellion just as much as you guys want to read it! ;)
Thanks for reading!
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