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fragmentsofthegalaxySiri never minded being assigned a mission with Obi-Wan. They weren’t always given the opportunity to work together on missions, so when it did occur she enjoyed it thoroughly. They’d been right; they did make a very good team. She trusted no one at her back more than him.
And their attachment, their relationship, never got in the way of what needed doing. They were professional, kept their personal matters private. Every so often, however, there were instances unrelated to the mission at hand that she was... more aware of than she meant to be. More aware of than she should be.
She’d known that there was a history between the two of them. When he was a Padawan he’d been assigned with Master Qui-Gon to protect her from the insurgents threatening her planet. But it became very obvious when they first arrived on Mandalore that Duchess Kryze was incredibly attracted to him. Possibly even loved him.
She wasn’t jealous. She didn’t doubt his feelings for her, or the strength of their relationship. They’d been together a very long time, now. Since they were Padawans. And she could never doubt him. The only time there had been doubts of any kind were when she had left the Order to go undercover with Krayn. She hadn’t been able to tell him of her orders. To tell him that she would have to leave.
Leave the Order.
Leave him.
There had been doubts, then. Her heart had broken, as she shouted at Adi and stormed out of the Temple. And it had broken further, when, two years after her leaving Krayn’s band of slavers crossed paths with a Jedi and his Padawan.
Obi-Wan. And Anakin.
The things he’d said to her, that they’d said to each other, had hurt in a way she couldn’t put into words.
That was the only time she’d doubted. But they’d found their way back to each other. He had her heart, and she had his. Forever. They’d gotten married, almost as soon as Anakin had been knighted. And unless it was required for an undercover mission, the simple silver band he’d given her on their wedding day didn’t leave her finger. She was wearing it now, the silver catching the light of the sun and glinting faintly.
It didn’t make watching the two of them any easier, sometimes. Watching the woman curl her hand around his arm, watching her press close to him when she thought no one was looking. She couldn’t help the sharpness of her tongue, sometimes; it didn’t affect the mission, however. Obi-Wan was the Negotiator. He handled the... personable aspect of things. He’d always been more patient than she was. So she would handle other aspects. Gathering information. Listening to whispers. She could blend in well enough with the Mandalorians if she changed out of her unisuit and left her cloak and lightsaber behind. It would involve the proper style of clothing and hair, but that was an easy enough matter to take care of.
Until then... she would simply have to watch Duchess Kryze throw herself at her husband.
And their attachment, their relationship, never got in the way of what needed doing. They were professional, kept their personal matters private. Every so often, however, there were instances unrelated to the mission at hand that she was... more aware of than she meant to be. More aware of than she should be.
She’d known that there was a history between the two of them. When he was a Padawan he’d been assigned with Master Qui-Gon to protect her from the insurgents threatening her planet. But it became very obvious when they first arrived on Mandalore that Duchess Kryze was incredibly attracted to him. Possibly even loved him.
She wasn’t jealous. She didn’t doubt his feelings for her, or the strength of their relationship. They’d been together a very long time, now. Since they were Padawans. And she could never doubt him. The only time there had been doubts of any kind were when she had left the Order to go undercover with Krayn. She hadn’t been able to tell him of her orders. To tell him that she would have to leave.
Leave the Order.
Leave him.
There had been doubts, then. Her heart had broken, as she shouted at Adi and stormed out of the Temple. And it had broken further, when, two years after her leaving Krayn’s band of slavers crossed paths with a Jedi and his Padawan.
Obi-Wan. And Anakin.
The things he’d said to her, that they’d said to each other, had hurt in a way she couldn’t put into words.
That was the only time she’d doubted. But they’d found their way back to each other. He had her heart, and she had his. Forever. They’d gotten married, almost as soon as Anakin had been knighted. And unless it was required for an undercover mission, the simple silver band he’d given her on their wedding day didn’t leave her finger. She was wearing it now, the silver catching the light of the sun and glinting faintly.
It didn’t make watching the two of them any easier, sometimes. Watching the woman curl her hand around his arm, watching her press close to him when she thought no one was looking. She couldn’t help the sharpness of her tongue, sometimes; it didn’t affect the mission, however. Obi-Wan was the Negotiator. He handled the... personable aspect of things. He’d always been more patient than she was. So she would handle other aspects. Gathering information. Listening to whispers. She could blend in well enough with the Mandalorians if she changed out of her unisuit and left her cloak and lightsaber behind. It would involve the proper style of clothing and hair, but that was an easy enough matter to take care of.
Until then... she would simply have to watch Duchess Kryze throw herself at her husband.