In the midst of the struggle, Big Beard's cloak was knocked away, revealing a weathered face—it was none other than the long-missing Obi-Wan Kenobi!
And the middle-aged woman he had been holding was actually the former Duchess of Mandalore—Satine Kryze!
Yet at this moment, both of them wore coarse homespun clothes, no different from ordinary people. The once graceful and noble Duchess Satine Kryze now looked like an ordinary farmwife. Her hair was simply combed and pinned into a bun behind her head. Wrinkles had appeared on her unadorned face, and she was thin and utterly haggard.
Clutching Obi-Wan's collar, Satine Kryze said through tears, "What happened to Mandalore... Let me see... I want to know..."
"Rest first. Once I finish watching the news, I'll come tell you about it, all right?" Obi-Wan gently patted Satine Kryze's back and spoke softly.
"Mandalore... Mandalore..." Under Obi-Wan's comfort, Satine Kryze gradually calmed down at last.
Obi-Wan got up, poured a cup of water from the flask he had brought back, and fed it to Satine. After a while, she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Only then did Obi-Wan Kenobi pick up the news terminal. After looking around, he went into the enclosed little farm in the backyard before switching it on, changing channels, and searching for news about Mandalore.
There were not many reports coming out now, and there was no footage from the scene at all. Moreover, nearly every news channel they could receive belonged to Galactic Empire media outlets. Almost without exception, they supported Pre Vizsla's actions, portraying this genocide as a final measure he had been forced to take after being driven into a corner by rioters.
Yet despite the limited information, Obi-Wan Kenobi still pieced together a hellish scene in his mind!
He knew very well that