A/N: Heyyyy! I know a lot of you are probably super confused, but I got a review that I really loved. TaitanoRules555, I really appreciate the constructive criticism. I was actually thinking I might need a chapter previous to the other one (now chapter 2), but I wasn't sure. I hope this makes it better! :D

"You can kill me, but you can never destroy me."

He couldn't look at her. He couldn't watch Maul hurt the woman he loved. He wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"It takes strength to resist the Dark Side. Only the weak embrace it."

But he couldn't not hear her cries as she gasped for air. He couldn't not sense the panic rising within her as Darth Maul's anger grew. But he also couldn't give into the rush of emotions he felt within himself. He couldn't let Maul know that he was breaking him. But anger, fear, dread… they were powerful emotions. Emotions he had been taught to keep bottled up, but that were now on the brink of breaking his facade of strength in front of the man who hated him enough to kill the woman he adored.

But he would not show weakness. Maul wanted that. Obi-Wan would continue to show how strong a Jedi could be, even in the face of tragedy such as this.

"It is more powerful than you know…"

Maul's voice was like sandpaper, rough in a way that only a man overcome by hatred could convey. He would show Kenobi the power of the Dark Side. He would prove his strength and force Kenobi to truly suffer as he had. Not physically, but emotionally. He would kill this woman, break Kenobi from the inside out, and no one would be left to stop him.

"And those who oppose it are more powerful than you'll ever be." Obi-Wan said defiantly, refusing to back down and crumble the way Maul wanted him to. Somewhere deep inside, Obi-Wan knew Darth Maul was still a man like he was, a man who was blinded by the Dark Side. "I know where you're from… I've been to your village. I know the decision to join the Dark Side wasn't yours, the Nightsisters made it for you."

"Silence! You think you know me?" Maul's voice hit a dangerous level, his invisible grip on the Duchess' throat tightening even further. "It was I who languished for years, thinking of nothing but you… nothing but this moment…"

Obi-Wan still couldn't look at her, his eyes widening when he glanced her way and saw the sheer panic in her eyes.

"And now… the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us…"

His eyes met hers and their gazes locked. She was scared… no, terrified. She didn't want to die. Not like this. Not in front of him.

"I never planned on killing you… but I will make you share my pain… Kenobi…"

Her gasps grew louder, her clawing and kicking at his invisible grip growing more panicked. He tried to move towards her, feeling a sharp jab at his back as the Death Watch guards that had been holding him forced him to his knees. He returned his gaze to hers, a voice in the back of his mind screaming for him to do something... anything! He was her protector, her friend, her Jedi knight… surely there was something he could do.

Something was growing within him, something foreign yet familiar. It burned, but in a way he could not describe. It sent out an invisible tether, latching onto the suffocating Duchess levitating a few feet away. It drew a sort of power from her, fueling whatever it was inside of Obi-Wan to the point of his head feeling light. He tried to hold it back, his most basic instincts telling him that it was simply emotions that needed to be subdued. But the feeling would not fade.

Maul ignited the darksaber in his hand, drawing it back and giving Satine a wicked look. Her eyes widened further, a sense of dread enveloping her every thought as she realized that she was indeed going to die… right now.

Master Yoda had once told Obi-Wan of a wellspring of power that true Jedi masters could call upon. He had only seen it once in his many years. It was to be used wisely, for it was not something to be taken lightly. That power could wipe out populations, level cities, destroy planets if used in a concentrated fashion. That was why there were only a few Jedi in the history of the Order that had been able to use it. Yoda spoke of it only being used in times of extreme desperation, when every other possibility had been expended, and only by a Jedi with a pure heart and truly good intentions.

And as Obi-Wan stared at his Satine's face, saw the fear and desperation in her eyes, he knew his only intention for this power was to save the love of his life.

"Just don't harm her."

Obi-Wan was never told how the Force would feel at that magnitude. He wasn't even sure that that was what it was until it rose up out of the depths of his soul and manifested itself in the form of a blinding light. His skin tingled fiercely, an almost burning sensation. His vision washed white, his back arching to its limit as the Force was expelled from him. His hearing went out for the few seconds it took to complete the act, and only when the power left him was he able to connect back with reality. He fell to the ground in a heap, his breathing shallow and ragged. He forced himself onto his hands and knees, his vision finally clearing enough to make out Maul's form on the stairs in front of him. He seemed to be out cold, as well as Savage. He looked over next to the throne, relieved to see what looked like Satine lying on the floor. He couldn't tell from that distance, but she didn't seem to be injured. The Death Watch guards who had once been holding him were now halfway across the room, unconscious as well.

His hearing was still muffled, but after a few moments he could make out what sounded like several pairs of footsteps behind him. Someone in Mandalorian armor grabbed ahold of his shoulder as they came up behind him, shaking him a bit which wasn't helping his situation much. He already felt a bit sick to his stomach, the jerky movement was only making it worse.

"Are you Obi-Wan?"

All he could do was nod as he tried to stand.

"I suppose you're as powerful a Jedi as the Duchess said." The Mandalorian said as she took in the scene around them, grabbing his arm to help him to his feet.

Every window in the throne room was gone, the shattered glass scattered somewhere outside the palace. There were cracks in every marble column and what looked like scorch marks beneath Obi-Wan's feet. Bo had heard stories of this Jedi named Kenobi, but never could have imagined power on this scale. And judging from the weakness he was struggling to hide, this was not a regular occurence.

"I need your help." he grunted, fighting past the urge to crumple to his knees once he was finally standing.

"I am Bo-Katan." She removed her helmet, gesturing to the Mandalorians behind her who were aiming their pistols at the unconscious Death Watch members who had defected to Maul's side. "We are Death Watch. Our former leader was killed by that monster."

Obi-Wan nodded, indicating that he understood what she meant. She was here to help.

"They won't be out for very long." He gestured to the two unconscious Sith on the stairs, gathering up his resolve and calling upon the Force to give him the strength to get moving. "We must get the Duchess to safety."

"You'll need a jetpack for that."

Obi-Wan felt something click onto the back of the armor he wore, and he took the momentary distraction to truly look at the woman in front of him. She looked oddly familiar, almost like…

"We'll hold them off while you two get away. There's a ship at the loading docks. It should get you back to Coruscant. Tell the Republic what has happened here." Bo said stiffly, signaling for her fellow Death Watch members to aim their pistols at the unconscious Sith brothers while she drew her own weapon.

"What about Mandalore? A Republic presence will-"

"The people will know that an off-worlder has tried to take over. They will side with us and know that we need Republic assistance. We will chase these monsters off of Mandalore."

He dared not argue, he simply nodded and quickly climbed the stairs that led to the throne. He kneeled down next to Satine, the concern he felt coursing through him slowly fading as he scooped her up into his arms and felt the Force within her.

She was still alive.

"Oh, thank the Force." He sighed.

Just then, two laser shots rang out. Bo spun around, hissing at the no longer unconscious traitors firing at them.

"Go!"

Obi-Wan ducked, scooping up his lightsaber from the floor next to the throne. He drew it, doing his best to deflect the laser shots while also carrying his precious cargo. They made it past the traitorous Death Watch members, Bo following him to the door to lay down some cover fire. They reached the corridor outside the throne room, and Bo punched a button on the jetpack that powered it up.

"There should be no one at the loading docks, but be careful. There's no telling what Maul could have set up."

Obi-Wan nodded as his feet left the ground and he held Satine even more securely against his chest.

"Thank you, the Duchess and I are forever in your debt."

Bo's back was turned from him, her gaze locked on the door that led to the battle she would have to finish. She was silent for a moment, but he could see the slight remorseful slump of her shoulders.

"You can thank me when this is all over, Kenobi." She said tightly. "Now go."

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It took a few terrifying seconds, but eventually Obi-Wan got the hang of using a Mandalorian jetpack. He made it to the docks without a moment to spare, the sound of Maul's agonized scream echoing from the palace just as Obi-Wan began boarding the ship.

"KENOBI!"

It didn't take long for the ship to take flight, thankfully, and as they left Mandalore's atmosphere, he made a frantic call to the Jedi Council.

"Obi-Wan? Concerned, we were. A great disturbance in the Force there has been."

"I believe that was me. My apologies, I will explain everything soon."

"But not why you called, is it?"

"No, Master Yoda, there has been a change of plans concerning our involvement with the issues on Mandalore."

"Oh? Spoken with the Duchess, you have?"

Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder at the unconscious Duchess in the seat behind him, letting out a sigh.

"One could put it that way."

"Hm… Bring the Duchess to Coruscant, you shall. Stay under our protection she must."

"Yes, of course."

"Speak to the Council, I will."

The call ended after that. Obi-Wan got up from his seat, gathering his unconscious and now trembling Duchess in his arms and moving her to the med bay of the ship. He gingerly laid her down on one of the beds, gently stroking her hair and allowing himself to release a long sigh of relief.

She may have been unconscious, her planet on the brink of war, her people caught in the middle… but she was alive, and that would have to be enough for now.

A/N: Hope you like it! I am awful with describing action and such, so if it seems really fast-paced, that's because it is. XD