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The Kiss Cam (Obtine)

Ik this is an anidala book, but just this once I had to do this mwahahahha.

General Kenobi has never been so worried in his life. The Duchess of Mandalore was under another assisnation attempt, and he was to protect her. They were ruthless people, and god knows what would happen to her if she got captured. And although Obi-wan had no proof, he believed that this was a Separatists scheme. If they got rid of one of the leaders of the Neutral systems, they'd be in chaos when the separatists started attacking. But if the great Count Dooku himself showed up and promised to help the cities, that could rally hundreds more systems to his separatists cause.

But for now all Obi-Wan could do was enjoy the loud chanting of spectators and the Kirolak game infront of him.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Duchess?" Obi-wan asked. He was slightly worried to be in such a large stadium, any person around them could easily be one of the assassins. But he knew the duchess could somewhat defend herself, after a series of arguments between the two, in usual Satine fashion. Still, he couldn't help quickly gripping his weapon whenever he heard a loud noise, normally the rumbling among spectators.

"Yes, are you? Or is a game of Kirolak far too boring for a civilized man like you." Satine said haughtily.

"I rather am enjoying it, my darling" Obi-wan shot a look to the duchess.

Satine rolled her eyes.

The two watched as several quarren shoved each other, all trying to get a ball droid being controlled by the master game, a position so few would get. It was a dirty game, with players who've been murders or local toughs, and still always being scoundrels.

The broad screen above one of the nets, with a timer ticking town to the 5th beginning.

The master game blew his whistle after a series of multiple beats when the timer went off. A handful of biths, rodians and trandoshian cursed at each other and threw credits at one another, realizing how much credits they lost after the spice wore off.

A Theelin lady dressed in a bikini like top, with little clusters of jewels hanging off, and a small tight skirt which was all coated in a Ballet pink, walked up to the center of the hard gym floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, humans and aliens, we shall now have a half an hour before we shall go back to the games. But do not fret! There is a bar and entertainment and food coming your way!" She announced. She sashayed back off the gym floor, onto the side lines.

Suddenly, pop music started playing, all loud and bubbly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the kiss cam!" A Devaronian male chuckled, looking at all the skimpily dressed females waving her hands to get the special moment.

A rodian male operating the kiss camera locked through the crowded seats and finally landed his eyes on a certain mandalorian jedi duo.

"Oh we couldn't," Obi-wan said, shaking his head at the camera. Satine was blushing furiously, with her pale cheeks turning a dark pink. She was rather embarrassed that she daydreamed of kissing her dear obi, but she rather not wanted to in front of thousands upon thousands among the two. A weequay man threw his drink at the stage, and started booing. Many people joined in with the booing, and our favourite Jedi master kept on shaking his head furiously.

*Time skip cus I'm cool like that*

A similar routine happened multiple times that evening. The more fed up General Kenobi became, the more the Kiss Camera came back to him and Satine.

"Oh for Force Sake!" Kenobi shouted. He knew he'd regret this in the future, but for now he just wanted everyone to shush.

So, He kissed Satine.

The crowd started cheering twice as loudly as they were booing.

A tangerine twi'lek female pat Satine on the shoulder.

"You picked a good man." She said, with her heavy french accent. Satine blushed heavily. Satine stood there with a perplexed look on her face for the next half an click, lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering if she should kiss him, but realized another moment where the kiss would mean more would come later.

She finally worked up the courage to ask a question pondering her mind for a long time.

"Obi, darling, why do you think they kept coming back to us?" Referencing the kiss camera.

He looked back at her with his signature chin scratch, and then looked back at the game. He shrugged, genuinely puzzled about why the camera came back to them. They didn't stick out per say, and we're being polite and everything.

But what they didn't see was Anakin slipping credits to the kiss cameraman and Ahsoka rounding up credits from spectators to give to Anakin.

End.