Taking the fastest ship back to Coruscant was one of the worst decisions I have made. I had thought to myself, maybe being back home would make the pit in my stomach feel normal, but it didn't. Sooner or later, the Jedi would roll right through, requesting more than I could give out.

I took into consideration everything my sister had said on Naboo. I knew that eventually, my stomach would grow, and it wouldn't be a secret any longer. I'd have everything that came with pregnancy—the large belly and the hormones that would eventually overtake my body—also adding the vomiting feeling in the mornings. It was something I was not looking forward to.

I sat on my couch overlooking the city view. It was dark, and Anakin and Ahsoka were on their mission. It was times like this; I wish I had him here. To talk over everything that had just happened, but I knew it wasn't the right time to say a thing. Every day the Clone War is getting worse as those around us, including civilians, started to doubt every Jedi.

My night of peace quickly faded into oblivion. I was no longer calm but felt an anxious weight peering right onto my shoulder. It turns out that annoying weight was the sound of my annoying intercom. With a quick sigh, I answered. "Master Kenobi, what a surprise." I received his link. It was quite a surprise to have Master Kenobi call me instead of his dear padawan; I never saw it coming.

"I need your assistance on a mission. Satine has asked for my help and needs reinforcements to deal with a Mandalorian group that names themselves the 'Death Watch.'" He responded. His voice was low. I noted he didn't want anyone around him to know of our conversation.

Hmmm, Death Watch? The name was familiar but quite challenging to put my finger on. "Death Watch? sounds familiar." I said, furrowing my eyebrows, trying my hardest to think of many occasions I could have stumbled upon that name.

"That might be. According to reports from Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, the Death Watch is no longer in league with the separatists." He added. That's when I remembered Ahsoka had mentioned Lux almost being killed by the Death Watch themselves. They were a group of vial Mandalorians who only saw themselves as their only concern.

"If there was a takeover on Mandalore, it was most likely an independent act caused by the Death Watch alone," I said, surprised that if this were true, it would be an affair the Jedi cannot intervene themselves in. I assumed this was precisely why he called, to do his dirty work with him.

"So you plan to get on Mandalore secretly?" I asked in confirmation. After all, Obi-Wan was the type of Jedi to follow the rules, to an extent. However, I knew this affair was quite tricky; it involved Satine.

"I wouldn't exactly call it sneaking in, but yes." He mumbled the last part. I chuckled lowly, surprised but amused. I couldn't wait to tell Ani what his master was up to, though it would take some convincing.

"I'll be over in a few," I concluded. I shook my head slightly in amusement, thinking of almost every scenario Obi-Wan had been so serious about.

I sprinted to my nearby ship that was docked on the balcony of my house.

When I had reached Obi-Wan's location, there was a big pile of junk lying before me. You've got to be kidding me.

"Nice ship." I chuckled nervously, getting off from mine. It looked like at any moment; the wind could come and sweep it off its feet. "Well, going on yours wouldn't do the trick; everyone knows a Naboo ship when they see one." Kenobi shook his head playfully. Well, that made sense.

He waved his hand, indicating it was time to board, and as I expected, the inside was all the same as the outside—a piece of junk. Metal and wiring cables poked out of every frame. "Make yourself at home." He cheered. I weakly smiled, taking the passenger seat. Even the chair squeaked at the slightest movement.

"Put in the coordinates for Mandalore." He ordered; I nodded my head, rolling the seat upwards to the deck. Harshly the chair moved up, scraping the body with the metal ground. I gritted my teeth as the sounds were so heavily discomforting. "Sorry," I whispered to Obi-Wan as soon as I had a view of the control panels.

This ship was such a disaster; the top covering vents of the ship would fume with smoke now and then. "This is the last time I'm borrowing a ship from Anakin ever again." He sighed. Well, that made more sense; he always seemed to break down every ship he has ever had. It was ironic. The boy grew up fixing everything he could lay his hands on, but now he lets everything break down.

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Mandalore had every bit of Satine surrounding it. However, this time Mandalore seemed a bit off. Sure Satine cried for help, but I felt odd cold energy as my feet placed themselves on this planet.

Obi-Wan and I wore helmets as disguises; we didn't want any altercations that could affect the Order and, well, whatever enemy lay ahead.

"This ship is going to be the death of me." Obi-Wan sighed, kicking the edges of the ship that were malfunctioning. "Don't say that; I'm sure Anakin wouldn't let that happen." I chuckled; I knew then that was a lie. From the stories I heard, he always fell with his ship.

"You better get your ship looked at." A voice from behind startled me. I looked back to find a man wearing Mandalorian armor. Must be a Death Watch guard; they wore a dark red. "Oh, it's my- my friend's ship," I replied, leaning on the edge of the pillars that held the ship up.

An awful sound of clanging metal came from Obi-Wan's side. He had fallen onto the ground, oh boy. The grips of the ship were not at all stable. "He told us it was in wonderful. condition, however, I think that was a lie." I weakly chuckled. More and more metal began to fall from every direction. "I'm sorry about that." I weakly chuckled again, embarrassed.

"Do you have a landing permit?" The man asked. I looked into Obi-Wan's direction, not knowing what to say next, stuck that I would say the wrong things and throw us down a hole. "Uh, I think I forgot it on the ship. Come with me, and I'll get it." Obi-Wan replied. I smirked from the inside of my helmet. I knew exactly the plan he was about to execute.

They both went into the ship, and with a small but slightly loud thud, the deed was done. And out came the new DeathWatch Guard. "The red suits you well." I chuckled, shaking my head sightly.

"You know me." He shook his head, placing his hand onto his forehead. We continued to walk to a small speeder that would take us into the city. I hoped that Satine was fine, I knew how much he cared, and I only imagined Anakin being in the same place. The town had a tone of blue that illuminated every building. Such a comforting feeling, but it was nothing like that at the moment.

We quickly headed inside the building that supposedly had Satine locked away. There were cells among cells that held inmates; some were good while others were terrible people. That's when we arrived at Satine's cell. Poor girl, her body was faced away from the door, her head hung low, and she was sitting poorly on the ground.

Obi-Wan opened the door gently, not trying to spook her in any way. "Her to do more of your masters' biddings?" She asked. She had no idea the person behind the helmet was him, and I knew once she found out, she would feel warm.

"I do my bidding," Obi-Wan replied, taking off his helmet in the process. "Obi-Wan." Her posture straightened itself, and quickly she jumped from the ground, wrapping her arms around his neck. Satine held Obi-Wan the same way I did with Anakin, and I knew she must have felt at home. "Are you alone?" She asked him, but he seemingly turned his head to the door. "No, Master Amidala came along." He smiled. I took off my helmet, showing off my face, and a smile sprang to the corners of her cheek.

"Y/n." She then quickly came in my direction, giving me a tight hug. "Hello, Satine." I hugged her back.