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Obi-Wan stood alone in the Jedi Temple’s northern meditation chamber, gazing out across the twilight-draped cityscape of Coruscant. The sun was sinking, casting golden light across the skyline, and for a moment—just a moment—he could forget the war.
But the Force didn’t allow peace tonight.
He felt it like a tremor in the back of his mind. A presence. A voice.
“Obi-Wan…”
He turned, suddenly alert. The voice—her voice—echoed from memory. He could have sworn...
The door slid open behind him. Bo-Katan Kryze entered, followed by Ahsoka and Rex.
“We need to talk,” Bo-Katan said curtly.
Obi-Wan nodded. “About Maul?”
Bo-Katan hesitated. “And something else. Something… you won’t believe.”
She held out a small holoprojector. The image that flickered to life nearly made Obi-Wan stumble.
A figure, cloaked in shadows, her hair longer and face gaunt—but unmistakable.
“Satine,” Obi-Wan whispered, breath caught in his chest.
The projection was brief. The woman looked into the camera, eyes tired but unbroken.
“If you’re hearing this… then Bo-Katan found you. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, or what Maul has done. But I’m alive. He… he kept me prisoner. I escaped months ago. I’ve been in hiding on Kalevala. Mandalore must be freed.”
The hologram blinked out.
Silence followed.
Ahsoka’s voice cut through the stillness. “We thought you should see it before we go.”
Obi-Wan gripped the edge of the console. “He—he stabbed her. I saw it. I felt her die.”
Bo-Katan nodded. “You felt pain. And Maul’s cruelty. But he’s a master of deception. We think he used the Force to fake her death—long enough to disappear with her.”
Obi-Wan’s voice was hoarse. “Why wouldn’t he kill her?”
“To break you,” Ahsoka answered quietly. “And maybe to use her later.”
A storm raged in Obi-Wan’s mind. Emotions the Jedi were taught to suppress flooded back: hope, sorrow, guilt. And something deeper.
Love.
“I have to go to her,” he said at last.
Bo-Katan shook her head. “If you leave now, the Republic will never approve the strike on Mandalore. You’re the only Jedi the Council still trusts to oversee this.”
Ahsoka stepped forward. “Let me go. I’ll lead the siege. You find her. We’ll meet you when it’s done.”
Obi-Wan hesitated.
“You don’t have to carry all of this alone anymore,” Ahsoka added. “Let yourself believe this isn’t over.”
He looked into the young woman’s eyes—his former apprentice, once lost to the Order, now standing taller than most Masters.
Then he nodded.