Before - Legends Saga - PT Saga - Legends [2024 Kessel Run Challenge] Black Knights: Legend of the Sith Hunters (lots of familiar faces, OC's)

Title: Black Knights: Legend of the Sith Hunters
Co-Author(s): N/A
Timeframe: ?? BBY-?? ABY
Genre: Action, Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance
Canonicity: AU
Type: Multiple shorts, Drabbles, Series
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Anakin Skywalker, Feemor, Xanatos Renashaii, Qui-Gon Jinn, Gavrem “Count” Dooku, Sheev Palpatine, a few OC’s, others along the way
Summary: The Sith had been defeated by the Jedi time and time again. So, they adapted and scrapped the rule of two and grew their ranks to rival the Jedi. To combat the Sith, a splinter group within the Jedi Order calling themselves the Black Knights have become Sith Hunters. These are their stories.
Last Updated: 2024
Status: WIP
Other Relevant Information: These stories were written for the 2024 Kessel Run Challenge, hosted by the amazing @ViariSkywalker
Download Link(s): Coming by end of 2024
Disclaimer: Star Wars was created by George Lucas. LucasFilm Ltd. and all its content are currently owned and distributed by the Walt Disney Company. No copyright infringement is intended.


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Index of Stories


Week I: Mission Gone Wrong | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii, Teeg Malkis (OC), Barca Weel (OC-mentioned), Qui-Gon Jinn | 34 BBY

Week II: Words Unspoken | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii, Satine Kryze | 32 BBY

Week III: The Absence of Light | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii, Feemor, Teeg Malkis, Barca Weel, Satine Kryze, Gavrem Dooku, Yoda | 45 BBY-19 BBY

Week IV: The Ring of House Vizsla | Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi (mentioned), Tarre Vizsla (mentioned), The Ring | 1,026 BBY-38 BBY

Week V: Only In Memory | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Siri Tachi, Yteria Kenobi (OC), Xanatos Renashaii | ??

Week VI: Come What May | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze/Darth Hala | ??

Week VII: Whispers of a Dream | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze (mentioned), Korkie Kryze | ??

Week VIII: In Another's Hands | Darth Hala/Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii, Teeg Malkis, Other OC's | ??

Week IX: Get Your Toe Out of My Ear | Xanatos Renashaii, Teeg Malkis (OC), Obi-Wan Kenobi | ??

Week X: Destiny Remains | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii | ??

Week XI: Bye Week: Week V

Week XII: All That Needs Saying | Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze | ??

 

Title: Mission Gone Wrong
Co-Author(s): N/A
Timeframe: 34 BBY
Genre: Action, Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance
Canonicity: AU
Type: Short
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii, Teeg Malkis (OC), Barca Weel (OC), Qui-Gon Jinn
Summary: Obi-Wan recalls the mission gone wrong while he watches over his fellow Black Knight and padawan-brother, Xanatos
Last Updated: January 2024
Status: Complete
Other Relevant Information: Week I prompt was to write a story between 100 and 1,000 words that begins with this sentence: "The rain hadn't let up in days, and all I wanted to do was scream."


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Week I


“The rain hadn’t let up in days, and all I wanted to do was scream.”

Obi-Wan could still hear Xan’s words echoing in his ears as he sat looking at the older man floating in one of the many bacta tanks in the temple’s healing wards. The scars were fading, but Xan still looked awful. He’d been recounting the story of his first mission with the Black Knights.

Obi-Wan had been about to respond to him when everything went to hell. He shook his head and took a shuddering breath as he recalled what had happened to leave his padawan-brother so injured and…and Barca Weel dead.


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Darkness was their friend, or so they thought. Obi-Wan, Xanatos, Teeg and Barca were all clad in their blackest gear. Their mission was simple; enter the Sith stronghold, kill the four inhabitants and get out.

Simple. It was anything but.

They hadn’t been inside more than a couple minutes when the red glow of Sith sabers illuminated the room.

Obi-Wan and Xan were quick to ignite their twin sapphire blue blades while Teeg and Barca were only seconds behind.

Obi-Wan leapt forward to engage one Sith, a young man with a sneering grin and floppy red hair. Their blades clashed and Obi-Wan knew instantly the young man, little more than a boy, was no match for him.

Thought he’d only been a Black Knight for six years, Obi-Wan’s skills were nearly unmatched by any Sith he’d ever encountered.

“You should run now, boy,” Obi-Wan taunted. “I’d hate to see one so young killed needlessly.”

The boy snarled. “You can’t kill me, Jedi.”

Obi-Wan had tried to warn him. He stepped back and settled into his preferred defensive stance and waited for the boy to strike.

He didn’t have to wait long. The boy leapt at him and Obi-Wan easily blocked his first few strikes; the boy was sloppy, and his strikes were wild and uncontrolled. Obi-Wan made a decision right then. Rather than drag things out, he would end the fight.

He suddenly pressed forward, and the boy staggered under the weight of the taller man’s ferocious offense. Obi-Wan dodged one desperate strike from the boy and swung his saber at neck level as he spun around.

Obi-Wan turned from the boy he’d just eliminated in time to see Xanatos take a stab from the Sith he was fighting. Obi-Wan yelled, gaining the attention of the older woman.

She sneered. “Come here, little Jedi. Perhaps today is the day I kill two of you.”

Obi-Wan ran towards her, blade twirling. Teeg and Barca had finally dispatched their two opponent and were running towards her as well.

She was good. Experienced. Cold. Calculating.

Barca leapt into the air, and he was cut down by a ferocious attack of force lightning from the tips of her fingers. He fell, body contorted into a very unnatural position on the floor.

Teeg gasped when he realized his friend was dead; his neck had snapped.

Obi-Wan knelt by Xan, never taking his eyes off the female Sith. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was; blue eyes and silky blonde hair. But she was a Sith, and that meant she must also be eliminated.

Teeg attacked first followed by Obi-Wan. The woman easily defended against the pair of them and when she had led them back to the way they’d first entered the room, she force pushed them both away from her and ran.

Both men staggered to their feet; Teeg angry and Obi-Wan just worried about Xan.

“Teeg, come on,” he began. “You go collect Barca’s body and I’ll help Xan. We need to get out of here before she comes back with more Sith.”

Teeg nodded and they managed to get back to their ship and set course back to Coruscant.

The mission had only been a partial success. Three dead Sith, but one dead and one injured Jedi.

Obi-Wan slumped against the bio-bed where he’d placed Xan into a healing trance after packing his wound with bacta paste.

Teeg rested a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “He’ll pull through. He always does.”

Obi-Wan looked up. “I’m sorry about Barca.”

Teeg nodded. Barca was…had been his best friend. But Barca was always reckless in his approach. Mostly, it’s what made him a good Sith hunter.

Not this time.

Both men were quiet on the trip back. There was nothing left to say.


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“Looks like you four really found some trouble this time,” snapped a voice from behind Obi-Wan.

He turned and could barely suppress the sigh he felt welling up.

“Master Jinn.”

 

Very intriguing AU; I'm so curious to know how Obi-Wan ended up as a Sith hunter and how this group of Black Knights are not just aware of the Sith but experienced in fighting them. And meanwhile, Xanatos is still with the Jedi and Obi-Wan obviously has a good rapport with him -- and not with Qui-Gon. It's a risky business from what we see here, and it makes me wonder how long they have been at this since Xanatos has apparently been hunting Sith long enough to have old war stories about it. Anyway, as always you've written the relationships between the main characters in a really compelling way and I'm looking forward to seeing more!

 

I'm with Kahara, this is such an intriguing AU!

I can't help but wonder if she's someone we know, and if she will show up again.

Really great start, and I look forward to more!

 

Gripping action. Fascinating that Xanatos is still amongst the Jedi and apparently close with Obi-Wan.

Really a surprising twist that Jinn is the harsh one; he's usually even tempered and has a better mentoring style than for instance Dooku would have. Even Windu seems a sterner type.

 

I'm so sorry for the lack of individual replies. I promise those will come a bit later. In the meantime, the next story is afoot.


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Title: Words Unspoken
Co-Author(s): N/A
Timeframe: 32 BBY
Genre: Angst
Canonicity: AU
Type: Short, Vignette
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos Renashaii
Summary: Obi-Wan wants desperately to let his brother in on his secret, but he can’t seem to get the words out. So, when Xanatos shows up. Obi-Wan finds another way to tell his brother the truth.
Last Updated: January 2024
Status: Complete
Other Relevant Information: Week II was to write a story between 400 and 800 words in which a character admits a secret to another character without directly speaking to them. Indirect means of communication are fair game.


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Week II


“You have to tell him,” she insisted to her lover. “He’ll find out eventually; they all will.”

Obi-Wan looked up at her from the bed as she dressed. He knew she was right, and he even agreed with her. He wanted to tell Xanatos the truth, he just didn’t know how. The words had been on the tip of his tongue more times than he could count over the previous two years.

”I’m in love with Darth Hala. Her real name is Satine Kryze and she’s the Duchess of Mandalore. We’ve been married for eighteen months and we have a one-month-old son.”

“I know,” he acknowledged as he stood. “I just…”

He was interrupted by a cry from the other side of the room. He smiled as he watched Satine head straight to their boy.

The small boy had been born a few weeks early and he was small, but he was healthy and had a wonderful set of lungs. Obi-Wan had snuck off from the Jedi Temple when his wife had sent a message that she had gone into labor.

“Is he okay?” he asked as he came closer to her and rested his hand on Korkie’s head.

Satine smiled down at the baby and nodded as she moved to a chair next to his crib. “He’s fine, just hungry.”

Obi-Wan watched as Satine opened her dressing gown and guided their son to her breast. The little boy greedily began feeding and the peaceful smile on his wife’s face warmed his heart.

“I wish I could stay with you both,” Obi-Wan commented as he pulled his shirt over his head. “He’s going to grow so much and I’m going to miss it all. You’re my wife and…”

The gasp from behind him was so loud it caused Korkie to pull away from his mother and begin to whimper. Obi-Wan carefully took his son into his arms and turned to face his brother.

Xanatos stepped closer, his eyes moving between his brother and the woman seated on this chair. He recognized her, but…it couldn’t be

No. No, not possible.

“She’s…”

Obi-Wan didn’t say a word. He didn’t even move for several long moments. He took a deep breath and reached beneath his shirt and pulled out a long chain. He held up the ring attached on the end and implored Xanatos to understand what he was saying, to see the truth in his eyes.

Xanatos’ eyes slid from the ring to the baby. He looked up; the question clear in his eyes. Obi-Wan smiled softly and handed Korkie to his uncle.

Xanatos took the boy and cradled him in the same manner he’d once cradled Obi-Wan so many years before.

After many long moments, he looked up. “You can tell me the rest of this story later. For now, I want to get to know my nephew. But, mark my words, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you will tell me how exactly you ended up married to a Sith we’ve been hunting for two years.”

Obi-Wan gulped. Xanatos was the only person he’d ever been around who ever elicited the slightest nit of fear.

Fear is the path to the dark side.

 

This is even more twisty. An excellent secret and reveal!

 

Now that's a twist!

Such a sweet image.

So Obi-Wan and Xanatos are brothers - and Xanatos isn't going to turn him in...so intriguing! Can't wait to see where you take this next.

 

Oooooh, this is a very interesting AU indeed! I'm super-curious to learn more about these Sith hunters – in the first ficlet, you strike just the right balance of familiar and new. I could perfectly picture Obi-Wan settling in his duelling stance as we've always known him, but the general vibe is much more sinister, as unlike a Jedi he is not only ready but actually determined to kill. And of course, the relationships between characters are somewhat different, especially when it comes to Xanatos, although in his short appearance Qui-Gon truly sounded like Qui-Gon – perhaps a tad more cynical?

And getting to week 2... like other readers I wondered if the blonde Sith woman from week 1 was someone I knew, and I think that you just revealed that secret without revealing it (hehehe). But indeed, this is becoming very, very twisted and AUlicious in the extreme! Satine as a Sith who is also Obi-Wan's wife? And Xanatos just walks in on them, and decides to first get to know his nephew Korkie, but the matter of the Sith is still pending... I can't wait to find out more!

 

Thanks. Lots of questions at this point, I know, and very few answers. I promise, there will be some answers in this series. It's all part of a longer story I am writing. Thanks for reading.

Well, I'm glad you think it's intirguing. I hope I can keep that up. Oh, she's definitely someone we know.

You know how I love my twists! Probably my favorite thing to do in fact--the curveball. I have a soft spot for Xanatos. Despite his evil intentions in old-canon, I loved the character, and he remains a favorite. Well, Obi and Xan are padawan-brothers, but not biologically related.

Thank you for reading. I never think I'm very good at writing the action stuff, so thanks for saying that. As for the simple missions, yes, they do always seem to go awry pretty quickly. As for Qui-Gon, I have mixed feelings about this character. For some reason, he always seems to come off my pen as a bit rough arounf the edges and not altogether the fatherly figure Obi-Wan needs. Seems the pattern has continued here.

Thanks. Yep, Xan is still a Jedi. But being a Sith Hunter definitely suits his darker tendencies, which we'll see a bit later on.

The twisty-er the better!!

Definitely more about the Sith Hunters to come. I've always been able to visualize Obi-Wan as a more aggressive fighter with darker tendencies than seen in the films, particularly Ewan McGregor's Obi-Wan rather and Alec Guiness. That he can, as you say, be ready and actually determined to kill is an interesting way to dive into writing this character.

As for Qui-Gon, definitely more cynical and later on, more bitter and extremely disappointed.

I do love twists! I suppose you can't get more twisty than Obi-Wan falling in love with and marrying a Sith, his sworn enemy.

Thanks everyone! More to come.

 

Title: The Absence of Light
Co-Author(s): N/A
Timeframe: 45 BBY-19 BBY
Genre: Angst, Action, Romance
Canonicity: AU
Type: Multiple Drabbles
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Xanatos Renashaii, Teeg Malkis, Feemor, Gavrem Dooku, Barca Weel, Satine Kryze, Valin Halcyon
Summary: The cost of being a Black Knight and a Sith is often very high
Last Updated: January 2024
Status: Complete
Other Relevant Information: Week III was to write a set of 5 drabbles with the following prompts: midnight, endeavor, inheritance, disaster and horizon; OR to write a sestina.


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Week III


midnight


Obi-Wan’s soul felt as black as the night sky looked; the small light remaining in him no brighter than the pinprick illumination of the stars. He saw nothing but darkness and pain, smelled nothing but death. Was this to be his fate? Hatred boiling in his heart. Blood staining his hands.

Ridding the galaxy of its filth and evil so it could flourish again had turned him into a man he didn’t recognize. Bitterness. Anger. Self-loathing. Darkness. He knew them all; they were his only friends.

His wife. His children. His brothers. His teachers. All gone. Only the blackness remained.


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endeavor


Xanatos closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to calm his nerves. Master Dooku wasn’t harsh, but he did expect maximum effort as well as accomplishment of a set goal as quickly as possible. There was no room for half measures or laziness; not unlike his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon had been.

Dooku walked in slow circles around his newest recruit to the Black Knights. Xanatos, like Feemor before him was powerful, but he would need to learn to push down the light.

Xanatos concentrated; slowed his breathing and reached for that place; that dark space he would now inhabit.


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inheritance


Grand Master Yoda stayed hidden; his shields drawn tightly around him as he watched his grand-padawan impart a final lesson to his student before he would take his trials. One last bit of wisdom and guidance. One last, perhaps first show of confidence in him.

Obi-Wan was determined and focused. He was calm; steady. Thoughtful and rational. But Yoda knew he wasn’t ready. Not to be a traditional Jedi.

The ancient Jedi looked down at the pouch hanging around his neck. He pulled out the ring. Soon it would be Obi-Wan’s.

He would be ready to be a Black Knight.


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disaster


“Run!” came the call from Feemor as he ran towards Teeg, urging the other man to follow him. “It’s coming down!”

Ther ran as fast as they could away from the cantina they had been inside. When far enough away, they turned together and were heartened to see their friend, Barca running as well as the first sounds of explosions could be heard.

A wall of fire emerged, singing Barca’s dark hair and throwing him to the ground. He coughed deeply as he crawled further away. Feemor and Teeg knelt beside him.

Barca raised his eyes.

“Halcyon was still inside.”


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horizon


Darth Hala. How she had come to hate the name. Leading a planet and destroying Jedi. Both were her birthright; the first as her father’s daughter and the second as a Mandalorian.

She turned and looked at her husband, sound asleep in their bed. Obi-Wan looked peaceful in slumber; gentle and tender. And he was. But she knew better.

His hands cradled their son with sweetness after a night of hunting and killing her comrades. Hers roamed his body with softness after a day of dispatching troublesome Jedi.

She turned to see the rising sun.

Someday; just Satine and Obi-Wan.

 

These were all amazing!

So ominous.

This is so interesting!

Their relationship in this AU is also really interesting, considering the circumstances! Satine's thoughts here, about one day being "just Satine and Obi-Wan", were really touching.

Awesome work, again.

 

This is really dark and AU with Obi-Wan as a Sith hunter. Great responses to the prompts.

 

Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed them.

It is, isn't it?

I'm glad you think so. That darn Yoda, always meddling in one way or another.

Thank you! I think it definitely changes the dynamic between them, as you said, considering the circumstances.

Thans a bunch! Get darker, it will. Well, provided the prompts allow.

 

Title: The Ring of House Vizsla
Co-Author(s): N/A
Timeframe: 1,026 BBY-38 BBY?
Genre: Introspection, I suppose
Canonicity: AU
Type: Short
Character(s): Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tarre Vizsla, The Ring
Summary: The Ring of House Vizsla comes home.
Last Updated: February 2024
Status: Complete
Other Relevant Information: Week IV was to write a story between 100 and 1,000 words from the perspective of an inanimate object.


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Week IV



I was the first; perhaps the only; crafted over a thousand years ago by my first owner, Tarre Vizsla. I rested on his hand as he held his prized saber over his head, hilt gleaming in the artificial sunlight of the Jedi Temple. He was proud, Tarre Vizsla. And confident. Strong. Arrogant, perhaps.

Too proud. Too confident and too arrogant. I felt his death deeply. I was ripped from his finger as quickly and easily as his saber was removed from his frigid, dead grip. From that moment on, I was locked into a dark case; no light, no sound, not even a hint of life anywhere near me.

Until he came. The Jedi; the first one I’d seen since the death of my creator. This one was different from any other I’d seen. Small. Green. Pointed ears and…

“Keep you safe, I will.”

So he said, and some part of me believed him. I shouldn’t have.

I was placed directly into that silly pouch he wore around his neck. I was jostled to and fro as he jumped around, lightsaber waving wildly through the air as he and his master chased a dark warrior through a forest.

I fell out once due to that same wild leaping about he favored. I don’t know where we were, but it was cold, dark and the rain soaked through the pouch, my safe place. Hardly. I went flying and landed hard on wet ground. I heard him yelp when he realized what had happened to me. He ran towards me…

Years later, the leaping about had stopped and he had left his master. Or perhaps his master had left him. I’m not certain. He was calm, and wise, and a…a teacher. He guided Jedi younglings. His comrades sought out his advice. He meditated often.

Through it all, I lived in that silly pouch. He guarded it with his life. I heard talk of possession being forbidden by these Jedi. Yet, I was certain I was his, as surely as I had once belonged to Tarre Vizsla.

And I knew I had been crafted to be worn by a Jedi, and by a Mandalorian. I once heard them telling him he was the first to be both, and that made him special. So special they did little to save him, and less to preserve the artifacts he created. Though, I cannot be sad or angry that it was members of House Vizsla that liberated my brother, the one my master had named the Darksaber.

Tarre had known of an evil coming. He’d known it would not care if you were Jedi or Mandalorian, or anything or anyone else. He would often mutter to himself about the Sith returning to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting galaxy. He created the Darksaber to defend against them, to be the symbol of the Jedi and Mandalorian resistance.

He created me to be the symbol of the Black Knights; those tasked with hunting down and destroying the Sith when they returned. No quarter given. No mercy.

My purpose was lost when Tarre passed on. In all my years with Yoda, he never wore me on his claw-like finger, but he did always keep me close, and I knew he was a Sith Hunter. He and his master; the kind that lived up to Tarre’s vision of the warriors he knew could defeat the Sith.

Until suddenly he wasn’t. He gave up chasing down the Sith and focused on other pursuits.

Until now. Until the boy he’d been watching for so long was now a man. He touched me with reverence; ran his finger over the engraved red shriek-hawk; the emblem of House Vizsla. He gazed at me with…longing? Sadness?

I knew he was going to give me to the boy. But why? He was just a boy; dark blonde hair with a slight ginger hue, a dimpled chin that quite reminded me of Tarre. He wasn’t overly tall, little more than average for a human male.

He was unremarkable in every way. I’d heard others say it; even his master had said it.

Then I saw it. Then I knew why. I saw the shriek-hawk tattoo that all members of House Vizsla are branded with at birth.

And I was pleased. And I was thankful. The boy was not unremarkable at all. In fact, he was…exceptional.

He was a Jedi. He was a Mandalorian. And now, he would be a Black Knight.

I would at last, once again, rest upon the finger of a Mandalorian Jedi, a Black Knight. I would be carried into battle against the Sith as I was designed to do; to be the symbol of the warriors who nobly hunted the Sith in pursuit of cleansing the galaxy of their evil. I would join my brother-rings which rested on the fingers of such Sith Hunters as Dooku and Windu.

I would finally come home to House Vizsla.

I would soon rest upon the finger of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

 

Great AU with the POV of a ring of the house Vizsla. Yoda keeping it in a pouch and giving it to Obi-Wan a Mandalorian

 

Week Three: Interesting drabbles - Midnight and Horizon really showcase the complicated relationships and balancing act Kenobi and Satine have to pull off given their intimacy privately and public enmity.



Week Four: A fascinating bit of details about the origin of Rings crafted for a certain House and purpose and how Obi-Wan is involved.

 

You said in one of your earlier replies that these vignettes were part of a larger story you have in mind, and this is really becoming apparent now with the connection between the drabble "Inheritance" and "The Ring of House Vizsla". You've really crafted an entire backstory for these Sith Hunters in general and for Obi-Wan in particular, and I love how, through the ring, you gave us a glimpse into Yoda's story as well, from his younger years when he was leaping and jumping to his "elder Jedi" life as we know it, where he focuses on passing on what he has learned. And of course, this backstory of the Sith Hunters is all the more intriguing due to the fact that they originated on Mandalore, that they are both a Jedi and a Mandalorian project – and that Obi-Wan eventually marries Satine, who has chosen the other side. It feels like a very twisted homecoming, and that's something that your other drabbles highlighted very well, especially the first one, "Midnight", where it seems that Obi-Wan "pushed down the light" so thoroughly that he essentially surrendered to the dark. This is really a great concept for an AU, and I can't wait to see where you take it next!

 

Well, here we go again, less than an hour to go with my Week VI entry.

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Thanks. Was an interesting journey, writing from the POV of an object.

They certainly are complicated, those two with their public and private personas.

I did mention that, didn't I? It's a major work in progress. These stories are almost like a summary, however small it may be. I wanted to have a tangible. connection between Yoda and Obi-Wan and I thought the ring was a nice idea, even though writing from the POV of a ring was difficult. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I have grown quite fond pf the Mandalorians as a whole ever since Satine appeared in The Clone Wars. I am particularly fascinated with Tarre Vizsla and his life as a Jedi. Combining the two has become a hobby in my writing.

Obi-Wan has definitely sacrificed a fundamental part of himself to become a Sith Hunter. Whether or not he gets that back remains to be seen.

Thank you so much.


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Title: Come What May
Co-Author(s): N/A
Timeframe: Not sure yet
Genre: Action, Slight Romance
Canonicity: AU
Type: Short
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze
Summary: Separate encounters in the same room between Obi-Wan and Satine and two very different points in their lives
Last Updated: February 2024
Status: Complete
Other Relevant Information: Week VI was to write a story between 600 and 1,500 words with your OTP (or other romantic pairing) that includes one of more flashforwards and takes place entirely in the same setting



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Week VI


Obi-Wan had spent weeks tracking her. She was good at hiding. She could blend in well with the locals no matter the planet.

First, it had been the sandstorms of Tatooine. Then the rugged terrain and torrential rains of Donovia. Then came the jungles of Aaris III.

Finally, this place. Denon. It reminded him greatly of Coruscant. It was just as crowded and just as loud.

“What can I get ya?” the bartender called out as Obi-Wan took a seat.

“Whiskey,” he answered. “Corellian. Make it a double.”

He picked up his drink almost immediately and took a swallow. The burn in his throat matched his mood as he sat there.

He could sense her. She was near and he knew it. After weeks of chasing her across the galaxy, she was finally within reach. He just had to find her.

Obi-Wan tossed back the last of his drink and was about to stand when she slid onto the stool next to him.

Her hood covered her face, obscuring her beautiful blue eyes from his view.

“Looking for me, Kenobi?” she drawled, not a care in the galaxy that the man sent to kill her was within arm’s length.

Obi-Wan could only stare. He was incredulous at her audacity. He just shook his head as he listened to her order a drink.

“You have a lot of nerve,” he finally verbalized as she took a sip of her fizzy beverage. “I could kill you right here. Now.”

Darth Hala smiled at him as she reached across the bar and rested her hand on his. “I could say the same. But I noticed you aren’t moving.”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer.

“Come now, darling,” she spoke again. “Shall we let this encounter play out as it was meant to?”

“Wha…what do you mean?” he stuttered.

She pulled her cowl down and his heart skipped a beat when he glimpsed her silky blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He shook his head, trying not to let his emotions carry him away from his purpose.

Hala stood then and tossed back the last of her drink and replaced her cowl. She smirked at Obi-Wan.

“Come and find me,” she taunted. “If you can.”

She turned and before Obi-Wan could even react, she was out the door and off into the night. When he recovered he tossed a few credits down and sprinted from the bar.

Once outside, he looked off in each direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of her; any hint of where she had gone. But he found none with his eyes.

He was about to walk away when he sensed it. Her

He ignited his saber just in time to block a strike aimed at his head as she fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

This time there was no smile, but rather a feral grin as she spun and swung her blood red saber at his head. Obi-Wan ducked and rolled and when he came up, he saw her sprinting into a nearby building. Had he been paying attention he’d have noticed as he followed her that the crest of the ruling family of Mandalore was embossed onto the door.

He carefully entered the building and listened. He could hear her footfalls as she took the stairs two or three at a time. He quickly followed and soon found himself in a dark room.

Again, she came from above and attacked.


/////


Mama!” Korkie yelled as ran into the room, his younger sister hot on his heels. He skidded to a stop and was nearly knocked to the floor by his sister when he saw his mother leap from her perch high above his father, lightsaber swinging.

Obi-Wan took a step back, quickly falling into his preferred defensive stance. He met every strike Satine threw at him, parrying her blade with his easily. He could sense her frustration through the force. He could see it on her face as they continued their dance.

Years before, he had been an aggressive fighter and it had gotten him into trouble. He’d learned since then that letting his opponent exhaust themselves while he preserved his energy was a much better approach to saber combat; even saber combat with his wife when she wasn’t trying to kill him.

“Why won’t you fight me?” Satine questioned as she advanced while Obi-Wan retreated.

He grinned. “You asked me that once before.”

Satine swung low and Obi-Wan jumped and twisted through the air and landed behind his wife, his saber instantly at her neck before she could turn.

“Do you remember what I told you?” he asked as he deactivated his saber and moved to stand right behind her, his chest pressed to her back; hands resting on her hips and his lips pressed to her ear.

“What did I say to you?” he whispered. “I bet you don’t remember.”

Neither of them saw their children watching them.

Satine wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. “I remember every word you said that night. I’ll never forget.”


/////


Obi-Wan moved back on instinct. His saber was raised when she landed in a crouch in front of him.

“You’re slow, Kenobi,” she hissed. “You think too much. It’s going to get you, or someone you love killed one day.”

Obi-Wan blocked her strikes easily as she fell into a defensive stance. He wasn’t going to tell her that it already had gotten someone he loved killed. That particular event was none of her business.

“Fight me!” she screamed as he continued his defense.

Obi-Wan could see her tiredness. She was swinging wildly. Her footwork was sloppy and…

He thinks too much. That was his last thought before he saw and felt his defense break and her red blade sliced through his left wrist; hand flying.

He fell to his knees, breathing off kilter; his saber still in his right hand as he looked up at her rival.

There was that feral grin again; sparkling white teeth bared, blonde hair wildly flowing around her face and her blue eyes alive with adrenalin and conquest.

He didn’t take his eyes off hers; not even when he felt the heat of her blade against his exposed neck. He wasn’t afraid of death. He knew she wasn’t going to kill him. He could feel it.

“I won’t fight you anymore, Hala,” he said to her. “I won’t. This isn’t…this isn’t you.”

She snarled. “You know nothing about mr, Kenobi.”

“I know there’s a reason you keep seeking me out,” he told her. “There’s a reason I keep coming after you.”

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him; his damp, dark, red-tinged blonde hair, clear blue eyes and the adorable cleft in his chin.

He was…beautiful. She was a woman and his handsome physical appearance hadn’t completely escaped her notice.

“The connection between us,” he continued, snapping her focus back onto his words. “You can’t dent it. We’re drawn to each other.”

She scoffed loudly as she deactivated her blade. “You’re insane. There is not a connection between us.”

Grimacing against the pain, he stood and approached her. “There is. It’s why we keep doing this…this dance. I won’t fight you any longer because I…I don’t want to..”

She backed up as he moved forward until her back was against the wall. He watched as he eyes darted back and forth as she searched for a way out.

He didn’t give her one. He pressed his body against hers and neither of them missed the electric current that ran through them at that first touch.

Finally, she met his stare and before either knew what they were doing, lightsabers had fallen to the floor and the two combatants were engaged in a deep kiss.

“Come what may,” he whispered when he pulled back. “I won’t fight you. Never again.”

“Come what may,” she echoed as she pulled him into another kiss.

 

Dark. Fighting against Darth Hala and stopping when she kisses him. With a sweet piece in the flash forward, married and with children

 

Compelling and superb interplay.

 

Oh dear. This is a dark and twisty relationship indeed! "Saber combat with his wife when she wasn’t trying to kill him" doesn't make for a healthy situation in a family, does it? You really used the flashforward to great effect here, to show how they went from real combat to lovers to husband and wife, but at the same time there's something deeply disturbing about the whole thing (and indeed, about this entire thread!) and I'm worried that this is not going to end well...

 

Chyntuck raises a fascinating point. I see the couple dynamic as Satine being less 'darthy' than expected and Obi-Wan being in a kind of gray area but needing to watch that he doesn't slide to the darker end of the continuum.

But if you have both of them in this middle ground where it could tip either way - that is worrisome.

 

Really excellent use of the flash forward device! I like how this leaves a lot of questions but also gives us some really interesting answers about why Obi-Wan and Satine/Hala are in a relationship in the future.

Liked this hint of almost-playfulness from Satine, and that Obi-Wan's feelings for her are on full display too (much to his chagrin).

As others have said, this quote definitely stood out! Though I'm hoping that their trying-to-murder-each-other days are behind them, it definitely gives a sense of unease especially in light of (possible?) future events earlier in this collection.

Aww!

Obi-Wan's willingness to say what he sincerely feels for Satine has some real universe-changing impact here, I think. And I'm just hoping it'll turn out for the best in the long run, because both of them make me want to root for this potential catastrophe of a relationship.