Prompt:
(Y/N) is the leader of Mandalore, and Obi-Wan must save her before Darth Maul successfully assassinates her.

Requested by Strawberry_Shortie_

She/Her❥

1st POV
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The look of terror in my eyes was unmatched by anything. The realization that Mandalore was falling rapidly towards the abyss, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I have been placed in a holding cell, and now I await whatever comes next with steeled nerves. Steeled nerves on the inside. The inside is like jelly. I just want to curl into a ball, cry a little bit, then get back up and fight once again.
It was hard to comprehend that my own people are betraying me. Specifically, Tal Merrik.

Tal had been the senator for Mandalore, and in the end, he was a Death Watch sympathizer. The treasonous snake brought anger to my body unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Except the pain and anger I've enduring while watching my people suffer.
Thanks to Tal, a Dathomirian has taken over Mandalore, and I have heard him talking about the Jedi. The Sith. My Obi-Wan Kenobi.

After a few hours of brainstorming, I concluded that Maul is like Obi-Wan, but not. They both wield the force. They both have abilities I could never dream of having. But Obi is a Jedi Master, so I can only assume from what my boyfriend has told me about his life, that Maul is a Sith Lord.

"My Lady," a voice commented through the dark and damp prison quarters of the main Mandalorian building. My eyes snapped up and cut through the darkness; looking for whoever was addressing me. Tal.

"Odd," I responded, curling my hands over my knees as he approaches, "Still using my title after you and Death Watch illegally stole Mandalore from me? Might as well spit on me."

Tal's lips split into a cocky grin as he leaned against the glass separating us, "No hard feelings, I hope. You've just got to understand that you made Mandalore look like a joke across the entire galaxy. Passive Mandalorians? In what galaxy would the greatest warriors live a passive life?"

"Force forbid I didn't want to involve my people in a war that didn't involve them," I snapped, finally reacting to the traitor's words, "We have done enough fighting in useless wars for our people's lifetimes. I don't want to watch my children suffer the way all of us did while growing up. Watching classmates, parents and neighbours die painful, useless deaths. Death Watch is enabling innocent people to die in this Clone War."

"You sound like a Jedi, (Y/N)," Tal responded immediately, "And speaking of Jedi, Lord Maul has made contact with your old friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'm sure you remember him."
Of course I remember Obi. Tal knows this as well. He's always suspected the Jedi and I's on-and-off relationship, but I always just shrugged his accusations away, "He should be headed to rescue you very soon."

My stomach curled into a tight ball as those words left the Death Watch's mouth. What does Obi-Wan have to do with this? Why lead him into a trap?
The only answer that I could come up with was Maul. There must've been an unspoked conflict or vendetta between the Jedi and Sith.
"You won't be able to touch him."

"Sorry, my Lady," Tal shrugged, running a finger though his hair, "It's out of my control. Maul is Lord of Mandalore, now. Might as well just sit back and enjoy the show."

As Tal waltzed out, I couldn't help the nauseating feeling building in my throat. I pray to whatever God may or may not be out there that Obi will just ignore whatever message Maul and the Death Watch sent out to get him to travel to Mandalore. Of course, I know that won't happen. Obi-Wan promised to be my protector all those years ago whenever we first met, and that won't change.

Images of what Maul would do to Obi-Wan and myself just created more of a painful void. He will obviously use me to get to Obi, and it's hard to know to what lengths he would go to. Would he torture me? On live television for all the Mandalorians to see? Would I become a martyr for my people to be inspired to fight back? That's the only idea I somewhat liked. Anything to get my people to fight back against Death Watch... even though I despise fighting.

All of a sudden, my thoughts are completely cut off. Blaster bolts echo throughout the prison hold, and my skin turns to gooseflesh. I can hear a lightsaber whirring through the bolts, and the occasional scream that I identified as not being Obi-Wan. I was so angry though. Obi-Wan is going to get hurt because of me!
A few moments passed by, and no more blaster bolts were fired. No more screams or lightsaber whirrs,

"Obi?" I questioned, pressing my face to the ray shield holding me inside, "Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

"(Y/N), my dear!" the familiar voice of the Jedi Master hit my ears, causing a hesitant smile to appear on my lips, "I got news of the Mandalorians turning on you, and the Jedi Council approved for me to come and assist you."

"Where's Anakin?" I couldn't help but ask, "You never leave Coruscant without him."

Obi-Wan disabled the ray shield, and without responding right away, collided into my chest; enveloping me in a tight hug. All my stress sunk away into nothingness at his simple touch,
"Anakin and his Padawan had business elsewhere. I am alone here."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Maul's plan is coming into motion right now. He's managed to get my dearest Obi-Wan alone on Mandalore with nothing more than a few Rebellious warriors and myself. What a crew... Not.

"What's the plan, then?" I managed to whisper out, "The whole planet has been taken over by Death Watch, and their Sith Lord leader, Maul."

Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open at that name, and his hands began to shake around me, "Darth Maul? He's alive?"

"I didn't want you to be sent for this very reason," I mumbled into his ear, "I knew Maul would use me as bait, but there was no way for me to let you know. I'm so sorry, Obi."

His grip tightens around my body, and I feel his chapped lips graze mine. Opening my eyes, I pressed my lips to his; my anxiety immediately melting away with that simple touch. His gloved hands raked through my (H/C) hair, which forced him to deepen the kiss.
Separating from the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his; my cheeks flooding a pink hue,
"I've missed you, so much," I whispered, pressing a peck onto his lips once again.

"I've missed you too, (Y/N)," he responded, taking my hand into his, "Your sister and a few other Mandalorians have a few speeders and ships posted outside. I'm sure Maul's forces have discovered I have arrived, but if we leave now, we may be able to outrun them."

"Let's cut the chitchat and get a move on then," I responded, dragging him towards the exit.
The second the door opened, we were met with Mandalorians; their allegiance obvious thanks to their armour. Death Watch.
Obi-Wan Kenobi unsheathed his blue lightsaber and began cutting at the men and woman nearby. Others took to the skies with their jetpacks. Immediately, Death Watch backup appeared, causing us to get surrounded on all sides. Even the entrance we just came through to leave the prisoners' quarters had men in ruby-red armour; their blasters pointed right at us,

"Okay, we're just going to have to improvise," Obi whispered while holding his lightsaber out threateningly, "You need to stay behind me."

"That won't matter," I whispered, leaning my head on his back, "We're outnumbered and completely surrounded. You can't block your front and your back. You need to get out of here before Maul gets here. I don't want to be the reason you die."

"And I don't want to be the reason you die!" Kenobi snapped back, his face enveloping in sadness over the whole situation, "If you become a martyr for your planet, a piece of myself will die too. I love you too much to let that happen."

Love. He loves me. Oh, how I've been waiting years for those words to leave his mouth.
"I love you too, Obi."

"How... touching," a deep and dark voice echoed through the tension. My eyes snapped forward. The red Dathomirian. Oh, how he was scary. I wonder what Obi could've done to piss him off enough to take over the planet of his lover, just to get back at him, "Kenobi. It's been quite some time."

Obi's hand tightened over my wrist. His eyes were slits, and he was glaring at the Dathomirian with such a hatred I've never seen before, "I should've aimed towards your neck all those years ago."

I could see a hiss of anger leave the Sith's lips, and a smirk rose to Obi-Wan's, "Your mistake. Your Master wouldn't have been so reckless to make such a detrimental mistake, would he?"

I frowned and kissed the back of Obi-Wan's neck lovingly, a whiper leaving my lips, "Ignore him. He's just trying to make you angry. Just think about how we can get out of this."

In truth, I know there's no way out of this. We were surrounded by Mandalore's most fierce warriors, and a Sith Lord who wants to rip out Obi's throat with his teeth. A horrid situation,

"Now, let's go. My brother and I have a lot planned for the two of you," Maul commented; the Death Watch racing over and grabbing me away from Obi's body. A shriek left my mouth as they dug a blade to my throat; threatening to draw blood.
Obi-Wan immediately dropped his lightsaber in surrender, which made Maul call over the discarded blade using his force abilities.

I felt like sobbing while watching Obi-Wan give up the fight before it even began. If I wasn't in the scenario, he would've never surrendered that easily. Somehow, this hurts worse than dying.
The Death Watch soldiers quickly ushered Obi-Wan and myself up to what used to be my palace. It was a pretty quick climb considering the Jedi and myself were being shoved up instead of just leisurely walking like we would've normally done.

Once we reached the top of the palace, all of the Death Watch, not counting a handful, left. There was only the two Dathomirian brothers, and Gar Saxon.
I snarled at him, but he made no indication that he noticed or cared.

Maul walked up to my throne and sat down. He smoothed the dust away from the arm rests, and glared yellow daggers at the Jedi. Extending his hand, I began to rise from the ground.
I choked and sputtered as an invisible force closed my throat. My windpipes begged for air, and a molten fire was attacking my lungs,

"This is for everything you've ever put me through, Kenobi!" the Sith shouted angrily while unsheathing his lightsaber. The whites of my eyes turned red as I was swiftly brought over to Maul, "I want you to remember that I will never die. I will slowly take everyone you care about down, until you're the only one left. Then, I will kill you too."

Molten lava bursted through my gut as the lightsaber was plunged through. The grip on my throat loosened, and I took a huge gulp of air in, but not even that would save me.
Maul slid my limp body off the red blade, causing me to plummet painfully to the metallic floor below.

A cry I've never heard anyone do before left Obi's arms as he struggled from Gar's grip. The Jedi stumbled over and cradled me in his shaking arms,
"Please... don't blame yourself for my death," I whispered out, pressing my lips to his, "There's nowhere I'd rather be than here."

Obi-Wan couldn't smile. He wanted to show me reassurance, but he just couldn't do it.
My vision began to blacken. The last thing I feel before I slip into the cold arms of death, is the feeling of his tears dampening my skin.

"I love you, (Y/N). Your pain is going to fade now. I will never stop loving you until I one day join you."

July 24th, 2022