It had been weeks since the thrilling adventure with Ahsoka's lightsaber, and now, I found myself relaxing in one of the temple's jacuzzis, my muscles aching for some relief. The hot water soothed my body, the jets massaging my tense shoulders. My eyes were closed, my mind drifting, when a throat cleared, making me open my eyes to see none other than Master Obi-Wan standing there, his cheeks flushed, his eyes averted.

I chuckled, a deep, throaty sound, as I stood up, the water cascading off my naked form. With a snap of my fingers, I was dry, dressed in a tight-fitting Jedi suit, my hair still damp. "What is it now, Master?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at his flushed cheeks.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat again, his eyes shifting over my body, taking in my form. "You are to come with me to Mandalore," he said, his voice steady, but his gaze not quite meeting mine. "The Council has requested your unique skills for a mission of great importance."

I raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "And what skills, exactly, does the Council require?" I inquired, my eyes narrowing slightly, my curiosity piqued.

Obi-Wan met my gaze, his eyes serious. "Your ability to... connect with others," he said, his voice lowering slightly, his cheeks darkening further. "Your... intimate talents, shall we say."

I smirked, a playful glint in my eye. "Oh?" I drawled, taking a step towards him, my body still damp, the suit clinging to my curves. "And who, exactly, am I to connect with on this mission?"

Obi-Wan's breath hitched, his eyes flicking to my lips before meeting mine. "A certain individual of great importance," he said, his voice strained. "Your... charms may be required to extract information."

I laughed, a rich, throaty sound that echoed off the tiled walls. "Well, Master, it seems the Council knows me well," I purred, taking another step closer, my body heat radiating off me. "And who is this individual that requires my... special attention?"

Obi-Wan swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes raked over my body. "A Mandalorian by the name of Pre Vizsla," he said, his voice husky. "He possesses information vital to the Republic, and your... unique skills may be the key to obtaining it."

I smiled, a slow, sensual curve of my lips. "Well then, Master, it seems I have my work cut out for me," I purred, running a finger along the neckline of my suit, lowering it slightly to reveal a hint of cleavage. "Lead the way."

Obi-Wan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes never leaving mine, his cheeks still flushed. With a nod, he turned and walked away. He's so easy to read, just like Anakin, I thought with a smirk, but what man isn't, especially when faced with a woman like me?

I had seen the way Obi-Wan and Anakin looked at me, their eyes lingering, their bodies reacting to my presence. Anakin, being the younger of the two, wore his desire more openly, his eyes sparkling with interest and his body language relaxed and inviting. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was more reserved, his desire hidden beneath a veneer of Jedi stoicism, but his flushed cheeks and averted gaze betrayed his true feelings.

As I watched Obi-Wan's retreating form, my eyes narrowed slightly, a playful smile curving my lips. He tries to hide it, but I can see the desire burning within him, I thought, my tail swishing behind me. Anakin is young and passionate, but Obi-Wan, with his years of experience, knows how to play the game.

I knew that Obi-Wan was a man of discipline and control, his Jedi training keeping his desires in check. But I also knew that beneath that stoic exterior beat the heart of a man, a man who had needs and desires just like any other. And I intended to use my charms to uncover the passionate man hidden beneath the Jedi robes.

With a swish of my tail, I followed Obi-Wan, my steps graceful, my body moving with a feline fluidity. I knew that my presence affected him, and I intended to use that to our advantage on this mission. Mandalore awaited, and with it, the promise of intrigue, danger, and perhaps, a little pleasure along the way.

Anakin's youthful enthusiasm and Obi-Wan's seasoned experience made for an intriguing combination, and I found myself looking forward to the challenges that lay ahead. Together, we would face whatever Mandalore threw at us, and I had no doubt that our unique skills—both Jedi and otherwise—would prove invaluable.

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The sun shone brightly upon the lush gardens of Sundari, the capital city of Mandalore, as our speeder touched down upon the lush green lawns. I stepped out, my eyes taking in the vibrant surroundings, the scent of blooming flowers filling my nostrils.

A tall, elderly man, his skin a deep shade of lavender, approached us, his eyes keen and intelligent. "Greetings, I am Prime Minister Almec," he introduced himself, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. "It is an honor to welcome you to Mandalore."

I inclined my head in a respectful greeting, my eyes never leaving his. There was something about this man, an air of wisdom and strength, that sent a thrill down my spine. "The pleasure is mine, Prime Minister," I replied, my voice steady.

As we began to walk alongside him, Prime Minister Almec continued, his eyes roaming over our group with a discerning gaze. "I must tell you, our violet tendencies are all but dead with the warriors on Concordia moon," he said, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "We are a peaceful people, but these are trying times."

I nodded, my eyes narrowing slightly as I processed his words. "We are aware of the tensions, Prime Minister," I said, my voice calm. "The Jedi Council has sent us to assist in any way we can."

Prime Minister Almec gave a solemn nod, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Your presence here brings a sense of comfort, especially with the recent unrest," he said, his voice steady, but his gaze flicking to the side, as if weighing his words carefully.

I sensed there was more he wanted to say, unspoken concerns that lingered in the air between us. "Rest assured, Prime Minister, we will do everything in our power to help restore peace to Mandalore," I assured him, my voice carrying a tone of conviction.

He gave a slight smile, his eyes softening. "Thank you, Commander," he said, his voice warm. "Your presence here brings a sense of hope."

As we continued our walk, my eyes took in the beauty of Sundari, the vibrant purple hues of the architecture a striking contrast to the lush greenery that surrounded us. The city felt alive, its people going about their daily lives, their faces bearing a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Prime Minister Almec's presence was a calming force, his wisdom and experience evident in his every word and gesture. I knew that with his guidance, we would navigate the complexities of Mandalore, and perhaps, bring about the peace this world so desperately needed.

The air was heavy with anticipation as we entered the throne room, the sun streaming through the tall windows, casting a warm glow upon the elegant chamber. A beautiful woman, her light blonde hair adorned with delicate lilac threads, stood before us, her presence commanding and regal.

Obi-Wan fell to one knee, his head bowed, a sign of respect and deference. I followed suit, inclining my head further, acknowledging her authority. The Duchess of Mandalore, Satine Kryze, possessed an aura of grace and strength that demanded our attention.

Prime Minister Almec stepped forward, his hand outstretched in a gesture of welcome. "My lady, Master Jedi, it is an honor to present to you Satine Kryze, Duchess of Mandalore," he said, his voice warm and respectful.

The Duchess took a step towards us, her movements graceful and confident. Her eyes, a deep shade of violet, scanned our forms, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she turned her attention to Obi-Wan, a soft smile playing upon her lips. "Obi-Wan, it has been too long," she said, her voice carrying a hint of warmth and familiarity.

Obi-Wan rose to his feet, his expression softening at the sight of the Duchess. "Indeed, Duchess, it has been some time," he said, his voice steady, but his eyes never leaving hers. "It is an honor to be in your presence once more."

The Duchess inclined her head, her eyes flicking to me, her gaze assessing. "And who is this?" she inquired, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Prime Minister Almec stepped forward, his hand gesturing towards me. "This is Commander Nyx, a Jedi of great skill and wisdom," he introduced, his voice carrying a note of pride.

Duchess Satine's eyes widened slightly, a spark of recognition flashing in their violet depths. "Commander Nyx," she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine. "I have heard tales of your prowess. It is an honor to welcome you to Mandalore."

I bowed my head, a gesture of respect and gratitude. "The honor is mine, Duchess," I replied, my voice steady, my eyes never leaving hers. "I am humbled to be of service to Mandalore."

The Duchess gave a soft smile, her eyes warm and inviting. "Please, rise," she said, gesturing towards the chairs that had been prepared for us. "Let us discuss the matters at hand."

As we took our seats, the sun casting a warm glow upon the room, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Duchess Satine's presence was calming, her grace and wisdom evident in her every word and gesture. I knew that with her guidance, Mandalore would find the path to peace, and I was honored to play a part in their journey.

Duchess Satine's voice was steady, but her fingers twisted nervously in her lap, her elegant crown of lilac-threaded blonde hair catching the light. "As you know, there has been a group that has been harassing our locals," she said, her eyes holding a steely determination. "We call them the Death Watch, and they are led by my former friend, Pre Vizsla."

I stiffened at the name, recognizing it as the man I was sent here to find. "This Vizsla," I said, my voice low, "he is of importance to the Republic. I am to extract information from him."

Duchess Satine's eyes met mine, her expression softening. "You may meet him if that is what you wish," she said, her voice carrying a note of caution. "But I caution you, his people are... violet. They hail the old ways of Mandalorian warriors, a path we have long since left behind."

I nodded, my eyes narrowing slightly as I processed her words. "I understand, Duchess," I said, my voice steady. "But the Republic requires this information, and I am determined to obtain it."

She gave a soft sigh, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and regret. "Then I shall arrange a meeting," she said, her voice resolute. "But I must warn you, Vizsla is a charismatic leader, and his followers are devoted. They see him as a symbol of the past they long to reclaim."

I inclined my head, my eyes never leaving hers. "I understand the risks, Duchess," I said, my voice carrying a tone of assurance. "But I am confident in my abilities, and with your guidance, I shall navigate this path with caution."

She gave a slight smile, her eyes warm and encouraging. "Then it shall be arranged," she said, her voice steady. "But I urge you, Commander, to proceed with caution. Vizsla is a force to be reckoned with, and his people are passionate in their beliefs."

I nodded, my eyes holding her gaze. "I shall keep your words in mind, Duchess," I said, my voice carrying a note of gratitude. "Your wisdom and guidance are invaluable to me."

Duchess Satine's expression softened, her eyes shining with a mixture of determination and compassion. "Then let us work together to bring peace to Mandalore," she said, her voice strong and resolute. "With your skills and my knowledge, we shall navigate these treacherous waters."

I bowed my head, a gesture of respect and unity. "Together, we shall face whatever challenges lie ahead," I said, my voice steady, my eyes never leaving hers. "And with the Force as our guide, we shall prevail."