Day 7. Free Day. (September 30th) It's free day! Write anything you want! If it makes you happy it's fair game!

"A lightsaber is a more civilized weapon."

"But it's still a weapon."

"Says the woman who has one hanging from her belt."

"Even a pacifist needs to defend herself."

"Oh isn't that contradictory?"

Qui-Gon sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face, not entirely surprised to be waking up to the Duchess and his padawan bickering. It had been weeks since their mission began, and he wondered when it would possibly end. The pair argued worse than the Jedi Council ever did - and he half-wondered if or when they would become civil towards each other.

"Do you even know how to use a blaster, Obi-Wan?!"

"How the hell does a New Mandalorian know how to use when?"

"I'm Mandalorian! That's why!"

Groaning, Qui-Gon rolled over on the pallet and pulled his cloak further over his head.

It was going to be a long mission.

"It's a blaster wound, Obi-Wan - not a stab to the stomach. I'm fine." Even while he said it, Qui-Gon winced at the throbbing pain in his arm.

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows, continuing to dab at the singed skin in the cave fire's dim light. "We ran out of bacta - we'll have to head into a town to have someone look at it."

Satine - wrapped up in a cloak beside the fire - gave a small snort. "And risk someone recognizing me?"

"It's a chance we'll have to take, Duchess - unless you want us to leave you here to be found by the Insurgents and tor-"

"Stop it, both of you," Qui-Gon whispered in exhaustion, though his plea fell on deaf ears.

"This wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a lazy shot," Satine sniffed, crossing her arms. "What's the use of shooting a blaster if you can't hit your target?"

"Then I guess I'll have to learn," Obi-Wan snapped back. "From somewhere other than you."

"Tuck your elbow in - it's not a lightsaber, you can't adapt or change positions as easily."

"Then how come you can?"

"Eyes on the scope, Ben. Just squeeze the trigger."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, carefully aiming at his target - a bit of flimsi tacked to a tree - and fired. The bolt singed the side of the flimsi and hit a nearby tree.

He looked over at Satine, who was standing beside him, blonde hair hanging in a braid and face tan from their months of running. "Better?"

"Well you could do better."

He raised his eyebrows. "How? I followed-"

Satine shook her head, and stepped behind him gently rearrange his stance. (She was not blushing - nope nope nope. It was warm out. Attracted to a Jedi - to Obi-Wan Kenobi - yeah right.) "I told you to tuck your elbow in - and your feet don't need to be so spread out. Loosen up your shoulders too - you need to absorb the recoil."

Obi-Wan swallowed hard, trying to convince himself the clamminess of his hands was actually sweat, and the her breath on his neck wasn't distracting at all. Rolling his shoulders, he aimed carefully at the flimsi and fired again.

The blaster shot went clean through the flimsi, making a satisfying ripping noise and thunking into the tree.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Satine teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek before registering what she had done. Her eyes widened, and she made to step back, about to stammer an apology.

He dropped the blaster on the forest floor, ignoring the Jedi training in him telling him it was a bad idea and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Oh please - Obi-Wan a sharpshooter? That's ridiculous."

"I must say, I'm having a hard time believing you, Your Grace."

Satine shrugged, sipping at her drink and ignoring the exasperated stare she's receiving from her lover. "Oh yes - he used to enter shooting competitions when we were on the run - for money, of course. He still holds the record on a few planets in the Mandalore system."

"Satine," Obi-Wan ground out. He wasn't entirely annoyed with her, per-say, but rather annoyed at the gleeful expressions on the respective faces of his Clone Commander and former padawan. "This is supposed to be a debriefing about the attack on the Coronet."

She waved her hand, looking much too pleased with herself. "I just wanted to make them understand why you were so capable at shooting a blaster."

Anakin leaned back in his seat, glancing around the Duchess' private chambers about the Coronet before grinning at his master. "You're not denying your capabilities, Master."

"You should show them, Ben."

"Ben?" Cody muttered to Anakin, both of whom chuckled quietly.

Obi-Wan gave the Duchess a glare. "Show my men what, Your Grace?"

"Your skills, of course." Satine smirked, looking over the rim of her glass while she took another sip. "You always manage to make your target."

Author's note: Annnd Obitine week is over! Enjoy this chapter, which was inspired by legobiwan headcanons over on Tumblr - much thanks, my friend! :D

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