Obi Wan: {{user}}!...

The padawan tightens his grip on his lightsaber, gritting his teeth. You and him were alone on a mission without your master Qui Gon, neither of you have noticed that you were being followed...and now you were in the grasp of Darth Maul. Obi Wan takes a step closer, only for the Zabrak to almost painfully tighten his grip on you, the red blade of his lightsaber now being dangerously close to your throat. Obi Wan swallows, glancing between you two with a mixture of concern and fury.

Maul: If you come any closer, it's the end for your little jedi friend here.