Star Wars: Imagines

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Prompt:
(Y/N) is the leader of Mandalore, and Obi-Wan must save her before Darth Maul successfully assassinates her.

Requested by Strawberry_Shortie_

She/Her❥

1st POV
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The look of terror in my eyes was unmatched by anything. The realization that Mandalore was falling rapidly towards the abyss, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I have been placed in a holding cell, and now I await whatever comes next with steeled nerves. Steeled nerves on the inside. The inside is like jelly. I just want to curl into a ball, cry a little bit, then get back up and fight once again.
It was hard to comprehend that my own people are betraying me. Specifically, Tal Merrik.

Tal had been the senator for Mandalore, and in the end, he was a Death Watch sympathizer. The treasonous snake brought anger to my body unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Except the pain and anger I've enduring while watching my people suffer.
Thanks to Tal, a Dathomirian has taken over Mandalore, and I have heard him talking about the Jedi. The Sith. My Obi-Wan Kenobi.

After a few hours of brainstorming, I concluded that Maul is like Obi-Wan, but not. They both wield the force. They both have abilities I could never dream of having. But Obi is a Jedi Master, so I can only assume from what my boyfriend has told me about his life, that Maul is a Sith Lord.

"My Lady," a voice commented through the dark and damp prison quarters of the main Mandalorian building. My eyes snapped up and cut through the darkness; looking for whoever was addressing me. Tal.

"Odd," I responded, curling my hands over my knees as he approaches, "Still using my title after you and Death Watch illegally stole Mandalore from me? Might as well spit on me."

Tal's lips split into a cocky grin as he leaned against the glass separating us, "No hard feelings, I hope. You've just got to understand that you made Mandalore look like a joke across the entire galaxy. Passive Mandalorians? In what galaxy would the greatest warriors live a passive life?"

"Force forbid I didn't want to involve my people in a war that didn't involve them," I snapped, finally reacting to the traitor's words, "We have done enough fighting in useless wars for our people's lifetimes. I don't want to watch my children suffer the way all of us did while growing up. Watching classmates, parents and neighbours die painful, useless deaths. Death Watch is enabling innocent people to die in this Clone War."

"You sound like a Jedi, (Y/N)," Tal responded immediately, "And speaking of Jedi, Lord Maul has made contact with your old friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'm sure you remember him."
Of course I remember Obi. Tal knows this as well. He's always suspected the Jedi and I's on-and-off relationship, but I always just shrugged his accusations away, "He should be headed to rescue you very soon."

My stomach curled into a tight ball as those words left the Death Watch's mouth. What does Obi-Wan have to do with this? Why lead him into a trap?
The only answer that I could come up with was Maul. There must've been an unspoked conflict or vendetta between the Jedi and Sith.
"You won't be able to touch him."

"Sorry, my Lady," Tal shrugged, running a finger though his hair, "It's out of my control. Maul is Lord of Mandalore, now. Might as well just sit back and enjoy the show."

As Tal waltzed out, I couldn't help the nauseating feeling building in my throat. I pray to whatever God may or may not be out there that Obi will just ignore whatever message Maul and the Death Watch sent out to get him to travel to Mandalore. Of course, I know that won't happen. Obi-Wan promised to be my protector all those years ago whenever we first met, and that won't change.