Praying Mantis 2: The Hunter (Obi Wan Kenobi x f!reader)

Chapter 3: Left Over

The journey that was waiting upon her, finally got to her. And that journey actually for once felt more like torture than having the proud feelings of ordering around the inquisitors. The sandy and far too hot planet of Tatooine, reminded her of what had happened before.

All those memories, of her and Obi Wan- No, now was not the time to remember. Y/N was here on a very important mission. For both herself and the Empire. But she couldn't decide for who it was more important.

Herself?

Or the Empire?

A shiver crawled up her spine as she saw the city of Mos Eisley coming into view. The light that reflected harshly on the sand, made it hard to see, but the woman landed safely with expertise. it had been a day of traveling, to her luck, the inquisitors already arrived. But with a slight spark of hope, she prayed that they didn't inflict too much damage.

She wasn't exactly in the mood for cleaning up the mess they made.

Y/n took in a deep breath and after that the woman took everything she needed. Even if the sun was burning and the planet was incredibly hot, she decided to wear a short sleeved tunic, accompanied by her hooded cape. All for the act of surprise and a bit of an anonymous feeling.

Lightsabers were attached to the belt, one saber on both hips, for better acces in times of need. Y/n stood before the door of her ship, rubbing her face to get the exhausted features to soften. After that, she pulled the hatch for the door to open.

The residents were already triggered from the previous landed ship and they needed everything but yet another encounter with a Sith Lord or inquisitor. Y/n got her infamous reputation a long time ago, so people already knew that Y/n was not one to be messed with. 

While merchants and costumers where packing their credits up, many woman uttered their children to rush inside, men trying to hide their family and the only reaction the woman had, was to roll her eyes. Her head was risen high, pacing easily forward as she felt many eyes on her back when no one in front of her dared to even glance at her. And the only sound that was heard, was Y/n her footsteps in the sand.

'All the same.' The thought was quick in her head, but even faster gone when she heard screaming and yelling from, what seemed to be a bar. She picked up her pace as the people gladly stepped aside to give her a free path, with nothing or no one in the way to block it.

 "You will forget this fixation with Kenobi or I will relieve you from your duty. Is that clear?"

"Yes grand inquisitor, consider him forgotten." She mumbled the last part bitterly. Y/n huffed making the two look her way. She beamed a fake smile at the moment they acknowledged her. "Ah, I see you already made an entrée." She nodded to the grand inquisitor, " Ma'am" The leader of the group respectfully addressed, but her small smile faded when she saw Reva. Y/n didn't know why, but the third sister wanted Obi Wan for herself.

"But small tip girl. He's right, Third sister. Leave Kenobi alone, he is not yours to hunt.-" Y/n showed her annoyance at the rudeness of the inquisitor. Who was she to talk back to the Praying Mantis? Y/n was her superior.

"He's yours I guess?" The woman pushed, she may be reckless, but by the stars, she was stupid. Y/n took a step forward, lowering her head to avoid her smirk being shown. Closing the gap between them and invading Reva her personal space. Intimidating her back to realize the mistake she had made.

"Indeed he is." Y/N whispered in her ear, raising her arm in the meanwhile, showing her the replaced hand that was cut of years ago. Her smile disappeared once Y/N was letting her mind slip back to what happened 10 years ago, on the planet of Mustafar.