As much as I dislike the Clone Wars archive (Ventress is listed as Asajji, WTH?), this definately belongs here, as it's an alternate ending to the latest two episodes, "Kidnapped" and "Slaves of the Republic".
Deviating from my usual style a bit. Tell me how it turned out.
I own nothing, I'm simply playing around with what could have happened, and feeling guilty about enjoying watching Obi-wan very beat up X3
((Naturally, "he" refers to Obi-wan here. "She" refers to Ventress.))
First he was beaten. It wasn't any form of punishment, he was free to fight back. But fistfighting was not one of his skills. Hold him off… a little longer… He had been practically thrown around like a ragdoll, and taken quite a few good punches, to his head, and his gut. Lifted by his throat, slammed to the ground, smashed against the table, neck wrenched, choked. His face and robes were dirt-covered, his head throbbing, a few nice bruises covered his face, and there were probably more under his robes. He hadn't had the time to check.
Then they'd caught him, tortured him. That hadn't left the bruises the fight had, but it certainly gave him a lot more pain. Weakened him, left his robes singed and torn. Now it wasn't his bones and flesh that hurt, but his muscles, his skin, as if he could still feel the sting of the whip and the burn of the electricity. They'd wanted to humble him. Lower the Jedi to nothing more than a slave letting out pathetic cries of pain... He remembered his head jerked back, so they could see his agony on his face.
Finally, he was herded, stumbling, into the center of an auditorium, announced as the great Obi-wan Kenobi, Jedi knight. Pushed to his knees as the crowd laughed at how pathetic the Jedi really were. The level they could be reduced to. He was sold off, to the highest bidder. They drove him to a ship, waving an electrowhip menacingly. He didn't want to feel it again, but he did. The warrior brought it down on him once more, with a last taunt of Jedi scum.
A cloaked woman snarled at the warrior, warning him not to damage her new property. The man muttered a begrudging response and left, leaving him alone with his new mistress. Anakin's back-up-plan had failed. Perhaps he'd never had one.
The woman lowered her hood, revealing a very familiar face. He was too exhausted to do anything about it. If she would torture him farther, then so be it. If she would turn him over to Dooku, then there was nothing he could do about it.
Dooku hadn't sent her to buy him. She was no longer in allegiance with the sith. Dooku had sent another man, with credits. She had outbid him, as Dooku hadn't expected anyone to pay so much, even for a Jedi. She had paid so much, all of it credits stolen from Dooku. He was hers now. If she wanted her own vengeance, she could have it.
She didn't want revenge. All she wanted was him. She made that perfectly clear when she kissed him.
Even if you hated the style, the story, anything, please review. How else can I improve? :)
