Balancing Act (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

🪐Chapter Thirty-One🪐

"There is nothing permanent except change"

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Chapter Thirty-One

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Translations

Kyr'tsad - Death Watch

Buir - Parent

Olarom - Welcome

vod(e)  - sibling(s)

Vode - Preferred name for the clones

Kote - Glory

Beskar'gam - Mandalorian armor

Shebs - Ass

Aruetii - Traitor

Mand'alor - One true leader

Beskad - Mandalorian short sword

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"Is this a wise decision, Master?" Barriss asked quietly from her place at your side.

"Wise? Perhaps not. But the Force willed it, and above anything else Barriss, that is what is most important. Never forget that. Besides, he owed me a favor and I'm sure he's more relieved than anything that I'm finally calling it in."

Your dutiful and devoted Padawan nodded. You took a moment to simply look at her. She had been so lost when you first offered to take her on as a student, tainted by the effects of the war and terrified to be ignored or punished for her way of thinking. She was healing and learning, and you loved her as your own - though perhaps, some of that motherly love would have to be shared with Depa. No matter how terribly Barriss' betrayal hurt her, and how hesitant the two of them were to maintain open communication - and that was their choice and not something you would push - you knew Depa cared deeply for the girl she'd raised for nearly 6 years.

"They are arriving, Mand'alor," Bo-Katan reported from your other side, with several other former Death Watch and New Mandalorians lined up behind her.

Sure enough, Slave-1 entered the atmosphere and landed on its assigned pad. The door slid open and out came Jango and Boba Fett. Neither of them gave the customary greeting for a Mand'alor, and you resisted the urge to smirk. Jango Fett may have been isolated from Mandalorian politics for nearly fifteen years, but it was clear he hadn't forgotten what his buir Jaster Mereel had taught him. Until this was over, he would not defer to you whatsoever.

"Olarom, Jango Fett," you greeted him similarly, "Thank you for meeting me here."

"I didn't think I would be back," Jango admitted, looking around in distaste, "I wish you would have requested a meeting in Keldabe instead of Sundari."

"It was a condition of the New Mandalorians in order to gain their approval, I'm afraid Sundari remains the capital for now. Perhaps things will change depending on the outcome of our fight."

Scoffing, Jango followed you to the awaiting transport, "How political. You're making me regret allowing you to save my life."

You couldn't help but laugh at that. As if that was what happened. But if he was telling himself that to make himself feel better then that was his choice. Boba was glaring daggers at you from his father's side and you couldn't stop your smirk from forming at the sight. One day he would undoubtedly be just as fierce as his father and the Vode, and you couldn't wait to see that day.