Starry Eyed

Chapter 7. The Banking Clan

"Obi Wan, are you sure you know where we're going?" I asked once more, trying to keep up my pace to his. We had landed on Scipio successfully in the middle of nowhere to avoid being detected, and were headed towards the Banking Clan.

"Entering the primary vault of the InterGalactic Banking Clan in the middle of the night without being caught is quite a difficult task, requiring an even more difficult route, my dear." He stopped right behind a back door. "We're here." He tried to push the metal door but it was locked, so he took his lightsaber out and carefully forced the lock open. We found ourselves right at the end of a corridor, which we followed, looking into the different rooms. "We're looking for some sort of storage room. That's where they keep-"

"Obi Wan." I whispered from behind him, looking at a room containing shelves that reached the ceiling full of files and boxes, with a single computer set up in the middle.

"Good job." He smirked before entering the dimly lit room. We read through the labels of the files stacked in the shelves, trying to find records on recent negotiations from Suraniat with no success.

When I was about to give up, I glanced over Obi Wan, whose gaze was directed towards a thick leather book next to the computer. He approached it, and just when he was about to get his hands on it, I noticed it had some sort of magnetic platform underneath. I placed my hand on top of his shoulders to prevent him from touching it. He looked at me, I pointed at the bottom of the book, and he nodded. He stepped backwards and with a movement of his hand, he was using the force to carefully lift the book up, placing it on the table and flicking the pages until he found the last one that had been written on.

"They're records of negotiations." He said, becoming completely absorbed in trying to understand what was written and finding negotiations from the date Tredar was there. I stood by the door, keeping an eye out for guards. I could hear distant sounds from the hallway in the end of the corridor.

"Obi Wan." I whispered, but he didn't answer, too busy fidgeting with the computer and the book.

"But they're in some sort of code I've never seen before." The sounds became clearer as they got closer; The stomping of guards. "Here it says Suraniat."

"Obi Wan." I called for him louder than before.

"Maker, Y/N, they'll hear us." He turned around to me and froze. He could hear the guards talking just behind the door. His eyes went wide, looking around for somewhere to hide. I quickly kneeled down and crawled under the computer table, he followed, sitting back beside me. The door opened and two guards came in, looking around the shelves by the door.

"The back door was opened. We must check if something's missing. Reinforcements are on their way." One of them said. I pointed up, trying to remember Obi Wan that the book was still opened on the table. The guards' feet were getting closer and closer to our hiding spot. One of them was about to turn around, when Obi Wan, in fear of him encountering the book laid out on the table, used the force to knock over a couple of books from the shelves by the door, furrowing his brows in concentration. While the guards were moving fast through the shelves, I took advantage of their confusion to slide out of the table and place the book as gently as possible on the platform, my heart racing with anxiety. Obi Wan placed a hand on my knee when I had slid back down to his side, waiting patiently as the guards left the room. We quickly slithered out the room, back from where we had came to avoid the reinforcements they had just called.

It had started raining while we were inside the Banking Clan, so water poured all over us as we ran back to the ship. Obi Wan turned around for an instance to show me he had copied down his arm what he memorised from the book. I laughed from the adrenaline, holding my heavy soaked dress and trying to keep up with Obi Wan, who was way more agile.

I let myself slide down to the floor of his ship, he closed the door off, breathing fast. I observed his chest heaving up and down under his wet tunic, which was sticking to his skin, shaping his toned torso and soft muscles perfectly. His hair was messy, letting a single strand drop on his forehead as he slicked the rest back. I was trembling due to the cold that had taken over my body, to which he reacted by taking the brown Jedi cloak he had left behind and throwing it over me, kneeling in front of me and rubbing his hands on the sides of my arms, his face inching closer to mine.

"That was incredible." I said, still breathless. He laughed and for an instant, our faces were the closest they had ever been. Everything else seemed blurry; The beeping of the controls, the vibrations of the ship's engine, the rumbling under the floor; Everything seemed further away as I concentrated once more on his blue eyes; Although they were the coldest shade of blue, they felt warm enough to rise my body temperature back up.

He looked back at me as if he was in a trance, and soon blinked fast, turning his face towards the floor, shaking his peaceful countenance to an evident concerned expression by furrowing his eyebrows. I opened my mouth to speak but decided not to after he stood up and walked to the pilots seat. My eyes grew heavy, my thoughts inconsistent as I left myself drift away to sleep, leaning my shoulder on the cold metal wall and observing the silhouette of Obi Wan working on the ship further away.