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      ARAMINTA'S HEART leapt into her throat, but the man she had been assigned to protect did not plummet towards the ground, instead his hands caught some form of flying object, fingers gripping the edges. The moment of relief was short-lived, as Obi-wan was then carried away over the city, disappearing into the mess of vehicles and blinking lights.

"Son of a–"

Araminta's curse was cut off by Anakin as he took a firm hold of her wrist. "Stay here," he instructed Padme, before dragging Araminta out of the room, who retrieved her knife as it flew into her hand from the wall.

The pair of teenagers sprinted from Padme's chambers, Araminta shaking Anakin's hold off after a few strides, the boy's being much larger than hers. She slid her knife back into its sheath as they moved, their moment before all but forgotten.

"You know you're supposed to protect him," Anakin told her from a few steps ahead.

Araminta glared at the back of his head, ears flicking back expressively. "I'm sorry, did you want me to jump out a fucking window?" she snapped, trying to hide her fear of something happening to Obi-Wan while she wasn't there.

She knew if anything happened to him she would easily catch the blame, regardless of circumstance. The entire Council hated her, they would likely leap at the chance to finally punish her. They wouldn't care if he'd leapt out of her ability willingly; if he died, she died. In their eyes, she'd probably gotten away with a terrible crime, and she supposed she had gotten off easy, all because of the boy in front of her.

"Maybe it'd keep you quiet," Anakin fired back as the pair reached the garage, which was open to the city, providing for a great view and a quick exit. Araminta sent the boy a sarcastic smile as he stopped at a yellow speeder, jumping into the seat. She followed, plopping into the passenger seat. Anakin almost immediately flew off, Araminta's dark hair getting blown back as the air rushed past her.

Her stomach lurched as they moved above the city and around the buildings, dodging numerous other speeders as they went. The assassin scanned her surroundings, desperately trying to catch even a glimpse of Obi-Wan. Anakin swerved the speeder abruptly, forcing Araminta to tense and press herself against the side of it. Anakin chuckled at her obvious discomfort, the girl shooting him a venomous glare.

"Something funny?" she said, dryly.

"Yes, you," Anakin said over the wind. Araminta didn't get a chance to answer, as Anakin suddenly sent the speeder diving downward. Araminta gripped the knife at her waist tightly, as if that would do anything, and Anakin levelled the vehicle finally. The girl looked up, seeing Obi-Wan falling towards them, relief flooding her system.

The older Jedi landed on the end of speeder, clambering forward. Araminta slipped in between the two seats, being small enough to do so, as Obi-Wan shouldered his way in to take the seat next to his apprentice. "What took you two so long?" he asked the pair of teenagers, glancing between them.

"Oh, you know, Master," Anakin quipped. "I couldn't find a speeder that I really liked."

"There he is!" Obi-Wan ignored Anakin's sarcasm, instead pointing out a speeder ahead of them.

"He clearly wasn't in too much of a rush to keep his mouth shut, though, what else is new?" Araminta spoke up, continuing on about Anakin. "Did you know he wanted me to jump out the window and go after you?" Araminta added, sending Obi-Wan a look as she leant forward between the seats. "Said it'd keep my quiet," she added with a sneer.

Obi-Wan just rolled his eyes. "If you spent as much time practicing your sabre techniques as you do your wit, Anakin, you would rival Master Yoda as a swordsman."

"I thought I already did," Anakin smirked, earning a snort from Araminta at his arrogance.

"Only in your mind, my very young apprentice," Obi-Wan told him. Anakin flew the speeder higher in pursuit of the would-be assassin, weaving and dodging other vehicles as he went. Araminta's stomach was twisted, especially when Anakin spun them upside down.

"I will murder you," Araminta snarled at Anakin in Octavian tongue once he'd levelled the speeder again.

"Nah, you like me too much," Anakin grinned, apparently just able to guess what she had said.

"Debatable," Araminta fired back just as Anakin dove the speeder straight down. This time they didn't stop, heading straight towards the surface of a domed building. The assassin they were pursuing was already out of sight, but Anakin kept going down.

"Pull up, Anakin," Obi-Wan instructed. "Pull up!" he repeated, louder. Anakin just laughed as they neared the building, pulling up at the last second.

"Still debatable, Solarii?" Anakin said, flashing Araminta a sly smirk.

"Sleep with one eye open tonight, Skywalker," Araminta warned, her voice low.

"You know I don't like it when you do that," Obi-Wan chastised his padawan.

"Sorry, master. I forgot you don't like flying," Anakin responded, turning away to focus on the flight path ahead.

"I don't mind flying, but what you're doing is suicide," Obi-Wan exclaimed as another speeder sped by concerningly close. Anakin was a good pilot, however reckless, only a fool would deny that, but there was a certain fear to being in the passenger seat beside him, especially in a chase through a crowded city and airspace.

"You know, he's not wrong," Araminta said, thoughtfully.

"Shut up, Solarii," Anakin snapped, not even looking at her as the speeder cleared the city. The assassin was still in sight as they sped over the empty, factory airspace, weaving in and out of flame-throwing chimneys.

Araminta gripped the blaster at her side, before slowly raising herself so she was crouching, the wind from speeding through the air threatening to throw her off balance.

Anakin glanced at her, then did a double take. "What the hell are you doing?" he cried, his voice barely audible over the wind rushing through Araminta's sensitive ears.

The girl didn't answer, instead she raised the blaster, holding it tightly with one hand. She lined up the shot with her eyes, and paused for what felt like minutes but was truthfully only a second, before she fired. The assassin's speeder jolted, smoke instantly streaming from the side, but they didn't crash yet.

Araminta went to fire again, before Anakin moved their speeder up in pursuit of the assassin, causing the girl to overbalance from the sudden gush of wind. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to sit back down, holstering her blaster and training her eyes on the speeder up ahead that she had almost taken down.

"You're welcome," Araminta said as she sat back down, catching Anakin's look.

"Good one," Obi-Wan told her, sending her a surprisingly fond smile. Araminta just shrugged. They had entered the mess of the city again, surrounded by other speeders flying around. Araminta watched the assassin turn left and was extremely surprised when Anakin continued straight ahead. "Where are you going?" Obi-Wan demanded, glancing over his shoulder. "He went that way."

"No, Skywalker's right. Their speeder's damaged so we can catch them if we cut them off," Araminta explained, quickly, as she caught on with the padawan's plan. Obi-Wan still looked unsure as Anakin swerved around buildings and towers.

"Did you just agree with something I did, Solarii?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, his eyes baring a mischievous gleam.

Araminta narrowed her own eyes at him. "Don't get used to it, Skywalker."

Anakin stopped the speeder, and they hovered above the city, observing the traffic and the vehicles flying past. But the assassin was nowhere in sight like predicted.

"Well, you've lost him," Obi-Wan grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm deeply sorry, master," Anakin apologised, though there was an edge to his voice.

"That was some shortcut Anakin. He went completely the other way." Obi-Wan emphasised his point with a sharp hand gesture. Anakin exchanged a look with Araminta, the same look they always gave each other when Obi-Wan got like this. "Once again, you've proved–"

"If you'll excuse me," Anakin said, suddenly, as he threw himself over the side of the speeder. Araminta scrambled into his seat, looking over the edge of the door to see Anakin falling straight down.

"I hate it when he does that," Obi-Wan murmured, pulling away from the side. Araminta just rolled her eyes, and shifted into the driver's seat. "I thought you hated flying," Obi-Wan observed as Araminta took a hold of the speeder's controls.

"Only when an idiot is piloting," Araminta responded as she sent the speeder down, her eyes locked on the sharp, yellow speeder Anakin had attached himself to. They arced downwards, eventually coming to the same level as Anakin and the assassin. Araminta was so focused on flying she hardly noticed Anakin's lightsaber coming back at them, Obi-Wan's hand shooting up to catch it.

"Where did you learn to fly?" Obi-Wan asked over the wind as Araminta swerved and dodged the traffic, her stomach far more settled knowing she was piloting now.

"Octavian had a 'do or die' policy," Araminta said, trying and failing to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She was far from an amazing pilot, but she knew the basics, and that was enough to survive Octavian's tests.

Obi-Wan regarded her, his eyes carrying the same look as the first time they'd met. "The cruelty of that man never stops surprising me."

Up ahead, the speeder began to smoke more, as well as start to shake. It started to go down, Anakin slipping off at the last minute and rolling along the ground. The assassin crashed, but disappeared into the crowd. From up above, Obi-Wan and Araminta watched Anakin push through the swarms of people. He was heading towards some sort of nightclub, and Araminta swerved towards it, landing the speeder outside.

Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin's lightsaber, and he and the Adanei got out of the vehicle, jogging around to the entrance to the building lined with glowing lights and blasting loud music, Araminta feeling the sound reverberating in her ears.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan called, stopping the boy in his tracks at the entrance as the older Jedi and Araminta met up with him.

"She went into the club, master," Anakin told Obi-Wan.

"Patience. Use the Force. Think," Obi-Wan said, firmly, once again surprising Araminta with how patient he could be with his reckless apprentice.

"Sorry, master," Anakin responded, hurriedly, trying to move into the club, but Obi-Wan stopped him again.

"He went in there to hide, not to run."

"Yes, master."

"Next time, try not to lose it." Obi-Wan handed Anakin his fallen lightsabre.

"Yes, master."

"This weapon is your life."

"I try, master," Anakin replied, sounding put out, snatching his sabre from Obi-Wan's hand.

"Are you two just about done?" Araminta spoke up, sick of watching the exchange play out. She'd seen it a few times already in her time with the pair. Anakin screwed up, got reckless, and Obi-Wan had to scold him as the bodyguard awkwardly stood to the side.

Obi-Wan sent Araminta a look, before turning on his heel and heading into the club. Araminta followed after, falling into step with Anakin and the man she'd been assigned to protect. The club had a pink lighting to it, people moving all around them, shooting suspicious glances at the trio. Araminta adjusted the strap around her shoulder, her brand feeling visible under the eyes of such people.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of Araminta and I?" Obi-Wan sighed as they moved forward.

Araminta's eyes scanned the club as they reached the centre, her eyes raking over the scantily-clad women, the alcohol and drugs being passed around and the flashing lights above. She'd long since zoned out of the conversation between the padawan and Jedi, focused instead on her mission and blocking out the pounding beats from her ears.

"Can you see him?" Obi-Wan asked as Araminta zoned back in, straining to the words.

"I think he is a she," Anakin answered. "And I think she is a changeling."

"Guess we gotta be careful, then," Araminta remarked, her eyes catching those of a woman with red skin from across the club. The girl sent the woman a wink, the latter smiling sheepishly and looking down at the floor.

"Extra careful," Obi-Wan corrected, causing Araminta to turn away from the red-skinned woman.

"She's an assassin, Kenobi," Araminta told him, sounding matter-of-fact. Obi-Wan looked at her, not seeming to get her point. "You're the ones who need to be careful." Obi-Wan let out a breath, scanning over the club again.

"You two go and find her," he ordered, gesturing between Araminta and Anakin. The girl gave Obi-Wan a surprised look. In all the time she'd been with the pair she had never truly left Obi-Wan's side while on a mission, at least not on purpose.

"Where are you going?" she asked, immediately, hating the nervous undertone her voice carried.

Obi-Wan had already started walking off and glanced over his shoulder. "For a drink."

Araminta just raised her eyebrows as the man walked off, leaving the two teenagers alone in the midst of the club. "Son of a bitch," Araminta scoffed, holding up her hands in an 'I give up' motion. She exchanged a glance with Anakin, who just shrugged, before shouldering past her and moving deeper into the crowd.

Araminta kept her eyes peeled as they passed person after person, each one either laughing loudly or shooting the padawan and the assassin extremely suspicious glances. Araminta's skin crawled under the gaze of a particular man, the brand on her shoulder burning subconsciously. She reached up a hand to touch it, but Anakin elbowed her, not even looking in her direction. Araminta shot him a glare, but lowered her hand.

"They can't see it," Anakin said, a little harshly, still looking straight ahead.

Araminta was puzzled. "Hm?"

"I can sense your anxiety," Anakin said under his breath, quiet enough that only she would hear with her ears. "Relax," he added.

Araminta was going to make a snappy remark, something along the lines of how it was hard to relax when most of the galaxy recognised the Octavian symbol and would want nothing good to do with her if they found her out. Instead, however, Araminta glanced back at Obi-Wan over Anakin's shoulder as she turned to the boy.

The girl's eyes widened, her heart leaping into her throat, as she saw the dark-clothed assassin making their way towards Obi-Wan from across the club, her hand on the blaster at her hip. Though the image was oversaturated through her vision, Araminta could still recognise her position, and the standout dark outfit.

Araminta had left Anakin's side in a second, the boy barely being able to shout after her as she sprinted towards the bar, pushing and shoving patrons out of her way as she went, though she was small enough to slip past most without hassle. Araminta's eyes never left her target, as she used the shoulders of a particularly short woman to propel herself forward, leaping through the air towards the would-be assassin.

The Adanei girl crashed into the dark-clothed woman, sending them both tumbling into a glass table. It shattered, sending shards in all directions and cutting through the rhythm of chatter and music in the club. Araminta felt blood trickling down her face, but ignored it as she held the would-be assassin down, as they were weakened from taking the brunt of the crash through the glass.

The crowd gasped, people turning to look at the scene in surprise. Obi-Wan casually turned around, downing the last sip of his drink, looking at Araminta and seeming almost impressed. Anakin stepped in, looking down at Araminta as she grappled the assassin into a hold from behind, and hauled her to her feet.

"Easy. Jedi business. Go back to your drinks," Anakin announced to the patrons still surrounding them. Reluctantly, they went back to their business, as Araminta escorted the assassin out of the back entrance to the club, glad to finally leave the oversaturated place. They were much larger than her, but with the hold Araminta had them in, it was all too easy to snap their wrist, and the threat of that kept them in place.

The alley was practically empty, as the Adanei girl slammed her hostage against the wall, pinning her there with a knife at her throat, held vertically due to the height. The woman's eyes widened as she looked down at the blade held dangerously close to her skin, and at the unwavering look on the girl holding it.

"Do you know who it was you were trying to kill?" Obi-Wan asked, ever the pacifist.

"It was a senator from Naboo," the woman replied after a few moments, the tip of the knife gently touching her neck as it moved with the words.

"And who hired you?" Obi-Wan's voice was firmer this time.

"It was just a job," the woman sneered. Araminta moved the knife closer, a droplet of blood running down her throat.

"That's not what we want to hear," she said, voice low, leaning in closer to the woman, practically breathing against her face. "Who bought you out? Just a name. You can always get out of a sentence if you cooperate."

The woman was clearly considering her options as she stared Araminta directly in the eye, before she slowly spoke. "It was a bounty hunter called–"

A silver shard suddenly lodged itself in the woman's neck, and her words were cut off as her face morphed. She got out a few unreadable words, before completely collapsing to the ground, dead. Araminta stepped away, before kneeling down beside the corpse, carefully removing the silver shard from her flesh.

She handed it to Obi-Wan who glanced over it once. "Toxic dart," he informed the two teenagers, solemnly. Araminta sighed, used to the events of a captured assassin being taken out to avoid spreading information.

There was a mixed atmosphere of triumph and defeat as the trio began to head back to the speeder, Araminta adjusting the band around her arm. Anakin fell into step beside her. "You drew a lot of attention back there," he said, sounding almost accusing.

"I was protecting your master," she said, defensively.

"I know," Anakin replied, being uncharacteristically passive with her. They continued walking in silence. "...You're bleeding," Anakin said, softly.

"What?"

"There's a cut on your face," the padawan elaborated.

"Oh." Araminta reached up a hand to the side of her face, feeling the blood crusting in her hair and on her skin. She winced at the contact, the wound stinging, fingers coming away indigo-tinged.

"Probably from when you threw yourself through a glass table," Anakin remarked, before ducking as Araminta shot a hand his way, the young Jedi laughing mischievously.

"Fuck you, Skywalker."

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      ARAMINTA had never seen herself standing in front of the Council again, yet here she was. Stood beside Obi-Wan and Anakin, surrounded by those who would've been willing to sentence her to a far worse fate than the one Anakin had won for her; the girl hardly felt comfortable.

It was the day after the attempted assassination on Padme, and the cut on Araminta's face was still raw, but hidden by her loose hair, which had also been strategically placed over her right shoulder, more than long enough to cover her brand.

"Track down this bounty hunter, you must, Obi-Wan," Master Yoda deduced after the retelling of the night's events. Araminta had barely spoken, too afraid she'd ruin her image to the council even more than she already had. She suspected they had been getting reports on her from Obi-wan over the months, making sure she was in line, and most likely more than ready to look for faults now they had her in person again.

"Most importantly, find out who he's working for," Windu added, his eyes moving suspiciously to the reformed assassin in the centre of the room. Araminta felt her shoulder burn as it was, rarely, exposed. "Solarii," Windu addressed the girl, and she bit her tongue, dreading what the man would have to say. "Is there a possibility this was your former master?"

"Are you suggesting the bounty hunter worked for Octavian?" Araminta asked, unable to hide the disbelief in her voice. Anakin elbowed her in the side, and she swallowed, thickly. "No. Not a chance. They barely had any training like me and the others, they weren't Force sensitive, and there was no sign of a brand. I checked." Araminta glanced to Obi-Wan, almost for validation of what she'd said. The man just nodded, and Windu leaned back in his seat.

"Is there a possibility, however, that Octavian may be hired for future attempts?" another Council member asked.

"It's possible," Araminta said, earnestly. "It would be very bad if he was."

"What about Senator Amidala?" Obi-Wan questioned. "She will still need protecting."

"Handle that, your Padawan will," Yoda answered, gesturing at Anakin who looked up from his feet. Araminta did too, surprised at the idea of Anakin being sent on an apparently solo mission.

"Anakin, escort the senator back to her home planet of Naboo. She'll be safe there. And don't use registered transport. Travel as refugees," Windu instructed.

"As the leader of the opposition, it will be very difficult to get Senator Amidala to leave the capital," Anakin pointed out. Araminta narrowed her eyes as she realised how nervous the boy seemed speaking up in front of the council this time around.

"Until caught this killer is...our judgement she must respect," Yoda said with finality.

"Anakin, go to the senate and ask Chancellor Palpatine to speak with her about this matter," Windu told the boy. Sensing the meeting over, the two Jedi bowed in sync. Anakin elbowed Araminta again, and she hurriedly moved to bow as well, her hair falling forward to show her brand to the world.

Anakin and Obi-Wan swept towards the exit, the assassin in toe. Once they had exited the room, they went their separate ways, Anakin to meet with Palpatine, and Araminta – as per usual – with Obi-Wan. The pair had only been walking for a few minutes before Obi-Wan stopped to talk to his protector.

"I need to speak to Master Windu and Master Yoda once they get out," he told Araminta. "Wait here for me." Araminta went tense, a familiar feeling she had whenever she was separated from the man she was assigned to guard. Obi-Wan picked this up. "No one will attack me in the few minutes I am gone, especially here. Don't worry yourself, Araminta," he reassured her. The girl's face softened slightly, and she nodded her head once, just as Yoda and Windu arrived. The latter sent the assassin a suspicious glance, before the three Jedi headed off.

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      ARAMINTA had become increasingly anxious in the time Obi-Wan had been gone, almost to the point of being ridiculous. He had a point; they were in a secure environment surrounded by Jedi and it was just a few minutes – though it felt like much, much longer. The assassin still couldn't put it past herself that any harm that did come to Obi-Wan was on her, and she was punishable for it.

"Araminta." The girl looked up from the floor, seeing Obi-Wan approaching. He looked a tad stressed, something she had rarely seen on the man. Araminta stood at attention as he came to face her. "I want you to go with Anakin." Whatever she had expected Obi-Wan to say, it had most definitely not been that.

"What? No. I'm supposed to guard you," Araminta said, immediately. It didn't make sense for her to be stuck with the padawan she could barely stand and separated from her assignment.

"No, actually. Your orders are to protect and listen to me," Obi-Wan retorted. Araminta clenched her jaw, knowing he was right by that point. "And now I'm telling you to go with Anakin and Senator Amidala, they need you more than I do."

Araminta didn't believe that for a second. Obi-Wan was going to track down the bounty hunter, he needed a fighter by his side more than anyone. "If something happens to you, I swear–" Araminta started.

"I have spoken to Master Windu and Master Yoda about this. They understand. You won't get the blame if any harm was to come to me," Obi-Wan cut her off, firmly. "I won't let you get the blame." Araminta regarded him in a different light for a moment. "Come, you need to pack your belongings and then we must see you three off." The Jedi turned away, and Araminta remained still for a moment.

"I know why," the assassin spoke up.

Obi-Wan wheeled around, looking puzzled. "Excuse me?"

"You're sending me because you don't trust Anakin on his own," Araminta observed, glancing at the man. Obi-Wan appeared unaffected by her words, but Araminta was confident in her analysis.

"You are going with him and the Senator, and that's final," Obi-Wan concluded, his voice lacking any of the softness it had had just moments ago. "And now..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Araminta relented, jogging to Obi-Wan's side. "Don't get your lightsaber in a twist."

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      "WHAT are you doing here?" Anakin asked as soon as his master and his bodyguard stepped into the freighter that would take them to their drop-off point. Araminta just scoffed, having expected nothing less from the padawan. Obi-Wan took a seat beside his apprentice, while Araminta remained standing, putting them at essentially the same height anyway.

"Well, don't sound so happy to see me, Skywalker," she remarked with a roll of her eyes. "There was a change of plan," she added at a stern glance from Obi-Wan. Anakin looked less than pleased about the information, but kept quiet. Araminta spotted Padme to the side, standing with her handmaiden and Captain Typho. "Milady," she addressed, giving the brunette woman a sweet smile.

Araminta's eyes trailed over Anakin, noticing for the first time that he was draped in a raggedy white cloth to appear as a refugee. Padme was hardly fitting for the part, but the assassin supposed she fitted in more than opposed to her usual choice of clothing. Araminta herself had dressed down as much as possible, her loose coat covering her brand with ease.

The vehicle had arrived at the docking station, and Obi-Wan stood up, followed closely by Anakin. Padme huddled up with her handmaiden and Captain Typho, exchanging farewells, while Obi-Wan pulled his padawan and bodyguard to the side.

"Anakin, don't do anything without first consulting either myself or the council," Obi-Wan firmly told his apprentice.

"Yes, master."

The older Jedi's eyes passed to Araminta. "You have your mission." She just nodded. "And you two," he addressed both youngsters, "play nice."

"I will if she does," Anakin grumbled, earning a venomous side-glare from the former assassin. Obi-Wan just sighed, stepping forward to face Padme.

"I'll get to the bottom of this plot quickly, milady. You'll be back here in no time," Obi-Wan reassured the Senator. "In the meantime, I can assure you of my personal bodyguard's protection."

"I'll be most grateful for your speed, Master Jedi," Padme said, softly. Her eyes flicked to Araminta. "And your loyalty, protector." Araminta nodded, her lips twitching slightly at the title Padme had given her.

"It's time to go," Anakin stated, walking towards the open door leading onto the platform.

"I know," Padme sighed, sounding reluctant as she said her final goodbyes.

"Anakin, Araminta," Obi-Wan stopped them again. The two teenagers looked over their shoulders at the Jedi. "May the Force be with you."

"May the Force be with you, Master," Anakin responded, while Araminta just sent Obi-Wan a weak smile. She thought she'd done an alright job at hiding her anxiety at leaving her assignment behind, but now the reality was setting in. He'd given her his word, but that was only reassuring to a point.

"Solarii?" Anakin's voice cut into her thoughts.

Araminta shook her head. "Right, yeah." She picked up her bag, as she only had one, her belongings were very limited nowadays.

"You alright?" Anakin pressed.

Araminta regarded him carefully, before sneering. "Like you care."

Anakin didn't answer as he, Araminta and Padme stepped down from the vehicle and onto the platform. As they walked away, Araminta pushed her fear of something happening to Obi-Wan to the back of her mind. She couldn't afford for her fear for someone else to affect how she worked, she never had before. She was trained for assignments like this, and only months ago, it had been her life.

"Suddenly, I'm afraid," Padme spoke.

"You and me both, Senator," Araminta said lightly, though she was referring to them potentially being caught leaving.

"The only thing I'm afraid of is being stranded with Solarii without my Master to hold her back," Anakin chimed in, sounding disgruntled. Araminta understood that the boy had expected his first solo mission, had perhaps felt honoured, only for Obi-Wan to send her along with him at the last minute because he didn't trust him.

But despite her understanding, Araminta just laughed at Anakin's words. "Oh, Skywalker, Obi-Wan couldn't hold me back even if he wanted to."

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[ edited '23 ] this one's a tad choppy but the movie is sometimes hard to organically follow, but it think everyone saw this coming either way

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