❝    i  know  you  were  expecting  master  kenobi  but  don’t  worry,  my  master  will  do  just  as  good  a  job  at  keeping  you  safe.   ❞    it’s  just  the  two  of  them,  with  the  padawan  having  been  charged  with  keeping  the  duchess  safe  while  her  master  tracks  down  the  latest  threat  to  her  life.  though,  as  it  turns  out,  being  confined  to  a  palace  isn’t  as  thrilling  as  ahsoka  might  have  hoped.  it’s  too  big,  too  empty,  even  the  sound  of  her  breathing  echoes.    ❝    so     ——       what  do  you  do  for  fun  around  here?    ❞

❛ satine? ❜  he finally speaks, calling out her name and not her title.  ❛ tell me . . . that my eyes are not deceiving me? is that . . . is that really you? ❜

    Obi-Wan  glances  from  her  to  the  horse  who  munched  happily  on  the  offered  carrot.  “I’m  starting  to  believe  it’s  not  me  you  eagerly  await,”  he  muses,  liberally  allowing  the  affection  to  bubble  to  the  surface.  After  a  long  journey  of  careful  stoicism,  polite  smiles  and  gestures,  he  can  finally  beam  in  pure  genuity. In all honesty, he had only been gone for a fortnight, which was the shortest of  his  excursions  thus  far.  

his dented helmet sways, an inquisitive bow of the head. “making your way to mandalore?” he asks, unaccustomed to either the name of the planet or the idea of asking someone a question.

“you know there needs to be change. there needs to be something more.” her helmet was off, eyes holding a fire as she looked at her sister. “we can’t keep pretending that what’s happening is working. you have to understand that my people are fighting for something real.” she used the ‘my’ as a personal dig, her standing up a bit straighter as she looked kept her gaze focused on satine. / @peacesought​ sc

❛ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. ❜  he couldn’t even look satine in the eye when he spoke. his ever blue orbs, once as bright as the bluest of oceans ; now a sea at storm, could only stare at the ground beneath his feet. hands fidgeting with each other, underneath the long hanging sleeves of his robes.  ❛ i’ll find him . . . i’ll find obi-wan’s killer. ❜  even saying his name, was like a strike to the heart. he could still feel the weight of his best friend upon his arms.  ❛ there is nowhere he can hide. i’ll search the entire galaxy if i must . . . ❜

❛      @peacesought​.

❝  𝐈  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓  𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐎𝐖  . . .  ❞  the  harsh  ,  deep  vibrato  cleaves  through  an  unsuspecting  surmount  of  tension  of  which  first  encounters  are  privy  to  under  the  conditions  of  warfare  .  a  morphed  dialect  disguised  by  the  vocoder  chest  box  sitting  just  below  a  rustic  ,  battle  scuffed  helmet  .  an  introduction  haphazardly  thrown  over  her  shoulders  ,  too  engrossed  in  oiling  the  new  repairs  of  her  skyblade - 330  swoop  bike  than  entertain  the  archaic  rituals  of  hierarchical  greetings  .  but  underneath  the  disfigured  voice  ,  a  shrilling  sound  of  static  and  grinding  gears  ,  there  was  an  air  of  casualness  and  among  the  static  a  breath  of  laughter  just  gracing  the  iron  gears  of  a  computed  voice  .  ❝  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖  𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃  ,  𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒  . ❞