Long wait even though I said 'soon', but I'm here to say that I finally got my story in mind. So without any further ado, fans, it's time to return back to sands of Mandalore to witness the truest of wars that took place there...

"C'est paix... Pas guerre..." Satine muttered under her breath...

The sun is falling from the sky into a brisk sunset and all the sanctum benevolence has evaporated on the world of Mandalore... There was barely anything left to hold on to. Nothing! What once was crystalline azure glass that made up Sundari was quickly being replaced with the tinges of grey... Sure, every building still had kaleidoscope feeling that appeared too chimerical from a foreigner's mind, but it might as well still be the sand that once laid waste of Mandalore... For not only has peace been eradicated (if it ever existed), but also all of a broken alliance has been sundered.

All because of war! Satine has witnessed a greying Mandalore before. It wasn't the first time that constant onslaught has surely brought her beloved planet to ruin... But still, it was foolhardy for many to fight war through peace... It would be like mixing pungent oil in mineral water; the outcome would not only be distasteful as expected, but IMPOSSIBLE to be done!

However, despite her dream being so obviously full-of-fault, she never gave up her inquire... Not ever, not never.

She started fluttering her eyes, wishing that the crash was all a dream, but instantly found out it was far from it. Satine was bruised and cut from the crash of the rigger freighter, and her hair was knotted in a dizzying sway that looked like it never been brushed or curled before. But personal appearance was beyond any worries she had. Her dear Obi has been captured by the two Zabrack monsters who have taken control of the planet, massacred half the population who refused to be enslaved as their own group of crimson-splatted supercommando army. At first, there was an onslaught of people disregarding the once peaceful views of the New Mandalorians and have taken up arms... But once word got out of how poorly treated (or 'brainwashed' as Satine has come to call it) the commandos have become, many wanted to flip sides once again and join her sister's rebel force known now as the Nite Owls.

Now, in many cases, all Satine wanted was to escape off the planet, live on Coruscant, and occasionally visit Obi-Wan... It was hard to explain how it can logically take place since he was an esteemed Jedi and she was nothing now. Still, she wondered how she would feel if she just got the chance - one chance - to live without fear.

"Paix echoué... Guerre prevaux..."

"What's that?" The captured Obi-Wan asked the murmuring Satine before being promptly socked on the side of his head by one of the supercommando's blasters.

"Not a word, Jedi!" He snarled.

The repulsorlift automated transport gave a little difficulty to overhear their dialogue, but not enough to pass by a conversation...

Out of the corner of her eye, Satine could have sworn she saw a flash of light... She looked around to see if any of the guards were watching but most of their attention pitted to Obi-Wan since they expected him to make a getaway plan... On the contrary, there was hardly any plan available.

However, Satine didn't trifle any worries on anything that has to do with Mandalore or herself; just the people she still had left: Bo, Korkie, Obi... That is..., if they'll last long... To ease whatever pain that was flooding in her chest, she continued to sing the rest of her song: "Mais à chaque démarrage..., paix existe dans cœur de chacun. Car je sais vraiment ..., amour est là, devant haine peut se développer."

So Satine looked back to the place she saw the glint of light and it couldn't be blindness. Up on the corner of one of the buildings, she saw a flash of a half-dozen jetpacks on the friendly blue-coated splinter group... Yes, at one time, her government was destined to go against the Death Watch but now whatever was left of it was in a meager rebellion desperate for one thing: Kill Maul.

Overhanging the deserted halls of inner Sundari was Bo-Katan as she watched her sister glide away on the repulsorlift, heading for the palace.

She looked down to see where it was going, expecting it to travel towards the prison, but instead kept going straight.

"Where are they going?!" Korkie (along with his three other friends) was traveling by speeder with Balutar-class swoops.

Bo-Katan covered his mouth for being too loud. Deftly, an immaculate echo came across the bowels of the city from his outburst. "Shush, Korkchop!" She studied the trajectory of the enemy, with their captured friends. "They must be heading to the Royal Palace."

Korkie squinted with the others, Amis, Soniee, and Lagos. "For what?" Soniee asked, brushing her mahogany-brown hair out of her bun she kept it in and pulled out a display visor to zoom in on the traveling repulsorlift. "Interrogation? Execution?"

"No..." Bo-Katan pursed her lips. "I doubt Maul would wish to kill them if they are under his confinement... They'll likely be leverage later if or when they tangle with the Republic..."

"But that would mean only one hostage would be necessary to blackmail with since the Republic will soon learn that both of them are missing." Lagos reasoned, complementing her best friend as she undid her bun of blonde hair.

"Two hostages are better than one, soldiers." Bo mumbled, making sure she didn't call them 'cadets'. "I'm sure Maul is just going to rough them up a bit and put them in prison... Then we'll strike." She turned around signaled the remaining Nite Owls to take cover. "Lieutenant Thiscus, take this message to the Docking Bay Area 5 and have everyone prepared to regroup there... Unless war comes prior, we're going to have to evacuate the planet once Obi-Wan Kenobi and Duchess Satine is in our custody... If something goes 'out-of-plan', call in as many reinforcements as possible."

"Yes, sir." She nodded and half of the dozen Mandalorians flew away.

The rest crouched down as they saw the enemy repulsorlift land and drag the prisoners out. "We'll have to stay low and wait for Maul to send the two back out. He'll likely stay in his repulsive nest... Once that happens..., once we escape with Satine and Kenobi...," She paused for a second, "all hell is gonna break loose."

Indeed, although Bo-Katan was accurate on one thing, she made fallacy on the other... Only one 'prisoner' was coming out alive when her plan proceeds.

In all his years as a Jedi, Obi-Wan could have never imagined the Throne Room to the Sundari Palace being..., so..., empty! In all his years, he saw the room and the rest of the city to be so full of light, art, and beauty...; something he never imagined Mandalore to be like when he was a padawan under Qui-Gon Jinn... If anything, he would choose to leave and find some way to 'retire' and live with Satine on Sundari.

But now, in all haste and rush, the palace was scorched from the duel of Pre Viszla verses Maul... And after that battle, Mandalore not only lost its peaceful ways, but its character as a whole.

There was just nothing Obi-Wan could do. Two blasters were at his head in case he made any brash move and Satine was held hostage by a man who hated him for years... And after everything he has done, Obi-Wan tried his hardest not to hate him back... It was difficult. Some days, after Qui-Gon's death, he would want to pound the walls to exhaust all the anger that was stored in him, just mot make a dent in his once perfect life...

And sadly, as he thought of that, Maul caught on, sitting proudly on Satine's desecrated throne. "Your noble flaw is a weakness shared..., by you...," Suddenly Maul stood up and began choking Satine slowly in the air... It wasn't so much a gripping choke... No, no. Maul has been taught to have his enemies suffer a slow death by his grasp. "and your Duchess."

Obi-Wan stepped forward to try to stop the torture, but after a blaster nudged him from behind, he stopped whatever feeble candid he had. The Jedi looked from a nonchalant Maul to the dying woman he has grown to care so much... Maul knew that Satine and Obi-Wan had a romantic background...

After she was recaptured from the first rescue attempt, Maul had his brother, Savage, torture Satine... It was horrid, but for some odd reason, Maul didn't want to torture the woman himself (thus tying a connection into his Force-based mind)... There was something in her that reminded a bit about his past.

But whatever there was that gave him recollection, he couldn't remember... All he wanted now was to hurt Kenobi, not the Kryze, through any means necessary.

"Your emotions betray you." Maul mocked the Jedi Master, "Your..., fear..., and, yes, your ANGER! LET YOUR ANGER DEEPEN YOUR HATRED!" He balled his hand into fist...

However, his 'mild' chokings didn't seem to be enough since Satine gave out a plea, matted and difficult to articulate. "Don't listen to him, Obi!"

"Quiet!" Savage growled at her, but Maul wanted to keep him in the dark for he rose a finger to signal silence.

After a moment, after Maul tried to look Kenobi straight in the eye, the Jedi did nothing but look towards the ground... Yes, his anger was at a boiling point, but he wasn't going to let it escape so easily. "You can kill me..., but you can never destroy me... It takes strength the resist the Dark Side..." But his furor was higher than even he expected. "Only the weak embrace it!" He shouted at the monster, before being pulled back into his place by the same two supercommandos.

"It is more powerful than you know." Maul pointed out.

"And those who oppose it will be more powerful than you'll ever be!"

Maul was really clumping his hand into a fist... He didn't want his enemy to be right. Nobody wants their enemy to be the wiser. But he didn't want to imagine if Kenobi was accurate on something.

Obi-Wan saw the sterility in his eyes. Was he pondering? Either way, he wanted to stop the violence and do something Satine would do. He had, HAD to find some chance to make amends with him, regardless of how foolhardy it would seem. "You don't understand the level of shame I've had to go through ever since the fatal mistake I made on Naboo. I know where you're from. I've been to your village... I know the decision to choose the Dark Side was not yours... The Nightsisters made it for yo-"

"SILENCE!" Maul yelled, dealing in the absolute control he believed he had. "You think you know me!? You think you care for me!? It was I who languished for YEARS thinking of nothing but YOU!" He pointed at him, livid, unresolved by the fact that it was Kenobi's sudden sprout of hatred that brought him to ruin, so he believed he deserved the same treatment... He relished the idea of him spending years in sickness. Only, he'll make it a sickness of the mind and not the body.

Obi-Wan turned his head to the side for a second, seeing that his plan to make peace backfired. Satine was wrong. Extremists can't be reasoned with...

"And now..., the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us." Satine was struggling for consciousness at this point, her face was becoming more pale than fog. Obi-Wan was biting his lip so hard from his deep attachment to her that it started to bleed, pooling grotesquely under his tongue. He was beginning to hold his breath as hard as Satine was. "I never planned on killing you, no, no..." Maul gave a mocking sigh, gripping his newly acquired darksaber. "I just want you to share my pain..., Kenobi..."

With the weapon in his hand, Obi-Wan knew exactly what was to come. He was knocked to the floor by the commandos as the saber was ignited with a menacing furl. Obi-Wan looked into Satine's closed eyes as she was lunged forward.

And with a grin plastered on his face, Maul gave an effortless turn and stabbed her right through her heart!

Nothing...

Nothing...

Nothing...

Nothing but sadness..., shame..., what could have been avoided by action was tarried by the vow for peace...

Maul slammed her face-first to the floor and Obi-Wan took the chance to race to her side... That time, nobody stopped him. Maul paced back to the desecrated throne and tried to keep a laugh from leaking out.

Kenobi had to see her face, feel her breath, one last time as he flipped Satine to face him and rubbed her cheek. She gasped, waking up from the mortal wound..., for only a short while...

Obi-Wan wanted to cry, he wanted to sob and grieve, but Satine showed no negative emotion in her face other than love... "Remember, my dear Obi-Wan..." She raised her hand to rub his cheek, which he needly accepted. "I loved you always..." The edge of his lip quivered, almost giving one smile... He knew what she meant. Satine saw Obi-Wan - despite being in a warrior skin - was choosing a peaceful alternative than to just break lose anger and attack Maul. If that were so, Maul would win and he would insult Satine's adoration of pacifism in her final moments.

He looked into her, seeing his reflection that was most true, but couldn't last for more than a second. Kenobi wanted to see reflection in her for all time, every day, but it couldn't be forever.

Her eyes fluttered to a close.

"I always will."

No joke, here's a Kleenex box... I used up most of it though...

And this is the start of my story... Where can it go? How can there be a story if Satine is already dead... I plan to go Christopher Nolan and flashback, flashforward, flashmiddle... That sort of thing... :-}

May the Force be with you!