I really shouldn't bother apologising now, because seriously this wait has been grievous of me. I've left this, without an update, for nearly a year! I know I said I shouldn't bother, but dear God I'm so, so, so, so sorry! It's here now though; the final chapter to this story. I hope you've enjoyed and I also hope that this does you justice for your long wait.

War and Peace.

His cloak billowed in the soft breeze, storm grey eyes watching whilst the two distant figures grew larger as they drew closer.

The sun was warm on his pale face, its golden rays turning his auburn hair into a flaming amber and gold. Obi-Wan Kenobi allowed the air to fill his lungs and slightly chill him, his storm eyes gazing expectantly at the Twilight descending, its engine roaring deeply, red and orange streams of light shining in the exhaust. The single vertical wing folded in on itself and the stumps beneath extended from inside the landing body of the ship and lightly kissed the land. Obi-Wan smiled gently. It was one of the few gentle landings Anakin had to add to his career.

The ramp steadily lowered with a slow hiss and another gust of wind, and the two people one Obi-Wan Kenobi had been expecting slowly emerged into view.

The two Jedi within the shuttle were making their way down and hopping off the ramps edge before it even touched the ground with a gentle clunk.

Anakin's tall and broad figure, now shrouded back in his near black cloak, stepped in front of him, a broad smile on his face that enhanced his boyish features and baby blue eyes. "Master," he bowed, humbly folding his hands within the sleeves of his cloak.

"Master Kenobi," Ahsoka bowed.

Relief stirred in his chest, exemplified by his gentle smile. "Hello; Nice of you two to drop by."

The dry humour in his pun did not go unnoticed by his fellow Jedi who chuckled lightly.

"I see your girlfriend has made you feel better about yourself," the Chosen One teased, giving himself a well-earned smirk.

"Thank the Force for that!" Ahsoka rolled her large, rounded blue eyes and shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side.

A pair of eloquent auburn eyebrows rose. "She's not my girlfriend, Anakin."

The telepathic message was received well, for the boy's smirk only spread into a grin. "Riiiiiiiight."

It was with three smiles present and a light telepathic conversation that the three Jedi made their way down the hanger and back into the main palace.

"Was your and Ahsoka's mission successful, Knight Skywalker?"

"Yes, Master Windu," Anakin answered immediately, staring hard at the small, pale blue and flickering hologram in the circular room. Black surrounded him and ghostly blue light bathed him, the left half of his face in shadow.

"Good, young Skywalker," Yoda's ancient voice filled the room and Mace's image was replaced with the even smaller image of the Grand Master of the Order and Jedi for over eight hundred years. "At peace will your former master and the Duchess of Mandalore be now that her largest threat has been removed."

Anakin nodded in silent agreement.

"Journey home you will at dawn," the diminutive Jedi harrumphed. "Need you, Master Kenobi and young Padawan Tano back we do."

"Yes Master."

Sundari was silent this night.

The ruins of the city were still present, but the lights painted the city in pale gold. Citizens were either in mourning or at peace inside their homes, but there were two people who were experiencing both.

These two people were walking slowly along the half destroyed path of the tranquil garden. The plants, most of them, thankfully remained untouched by the shattered glass and rubble that barred both edges of the path.

What was more important though was the two who were following its trail:

The Jedi and his Duchess.

The time had come to say goodbye.

They had spent so much time together in these past few months, and they had shared and learnt new things that they would remember for the rest of their lives.

A bench in the distance grew larger. Pure marble white, and the Jedi, his lady on his arm, escorted her to it and seated her like a proper gentleman before seating himself.

There were no stars to gaze at and watch tonight, but there was the humming of life all around the Jedi which he could feel, and he showed that life to the Duchess, taking her hand in his and letting the channel of the Force flow into her.

"I – I never…" her breath hitched in surprise. "I never thought that it would be –"

"So peaceful," he finished softly.

The blonde turned to face him. "Yes."

"You can feel them; everyone who is at peace, who is filled with grief…"

"How do you cope?"

He turned his storm gaze to her near grey, holding it for a few seconds.

"I let it in. And I just live alongside it. At some point it merges with you and you only really feel it all when you want to."

She nodded in understanding, and both turned their head back to the plant life again.

"You leave at dawn tomorrow."

"Yes."

The silence was beginning to grow charged and uncomfortable.

"Will I ever see you again?" Her voice cracked slightly, and Obi-Wan was surprised to remark that it was one of the very few times he had ever seen her this fragile. The last time was when he was here as a Padawan and she a new and slightly unsure Duchess.

He squeezed her small hand in his.

"If the Force permits it."

His response stung, but when she turned to meet his gaze once more, his smile eased the burning sting.

And unsurprisingly she felt a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

At sunrise the trio climbed the ramp to their shuttle and took off.

There was no ceremony.

Obi-Wan's eyes were transfixed past the front window on the rapidly diminishing blue figure standing below him.

Her name wouldn't slip past his lips, but it reverberated inside his mind.

Satine.

It was another year of hard fighting and heartbreak until he saw her again.

That year was even harder than the last.

Because so many more Jedi had fallen. So many more innocents became victims of war.

But what was worst was her.

She had fallen. Into his strong, but rapidly growing weaker arms.

He had no strength to cry or say anything. He didn't even have the strength to pity Maul anymore. The only thing his dying strength gave him was the ability to gape at her in utter, utter heartbreak and stare at her through now electric blue and near tear sparkling eyes.

Silver moonlight bathed them, cloaking them from the encroaching darkness of the still immaculate throne room. The stained glass windows were perfectly ornate.

But his heart was breaking, like glass; stained with blood and tears.

Kenobi clung to her words, leaning towards and burning into his mind the memory of her gentle hand on his face. It was rapidly growing cold, sending a shiver down his arched spine.

"I've loved you always. I always will."

Duchess Satine closed her eyes for the final time.

Obi-Wan Kenobi lost the will to fight, even as the hands of the Death Watch gripped his arms and dragged him to his feet and out of the throne room.

He vaguely heard Maul's words to let him rot.

Obi-Wan Kenobi agreed.

'Let me rot. I failed her. I failed someone I love again.'

Even when he was liberated by the red-head he knew who she was. He could see it in her eyes and face.

He turned back to her when he was half way up the ramp to his shuttle.

"You're Satine's sister, aren't you?"

There was no answer, but it didn't really need answering in the first place. Bo-Katan was in face a Kryze. Satine's estranged sister.

The shuttles controls instantly registered in his mind, blurred under his quickly working fingers, and he punched in his coordinates and started the ignition, feeling the lift underneath him as he steered the shuttle off of the hanger and into the air.

No blaster fire met him, despite the flashes of red and blue reflecting in his eyes as they passed the front screen.

Soon the night sky and its fireworks of blaster fire morphed into the elongated stars and whirling dark and light blue of hyperspace.

He stared into the black hole ahead of him as he leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, nesting his chin in his left hand.

He was safe.

But alone, despite his friends.

She was not here with him as he planned.

She was elsewhere, waiting for him.

This time the word fell from his lips.

Satine.

So this is the end of the story. Sigh. Once aqain I'm so sorry for your wait, but I had such a lack of inspiration for this one, having more for other projects, then my exams and now the rapidly approaching life of a University student. But I once again hope that this chapter did that wait justice and that you enjoyed it. And last of all, I hope that you enjoyed this story. It has been a pleasure to write and read your reviews, which have been critiquing and encouraging. Thank you for sticking with me, everyone, and goodbye. :)