The general went down without a noise.

"Waxer! Check the general!" Cody abruptly barked as he gave his brother cover.

"On it sir!"

It wasn't really a surprise, General Kenobi moves around nonstop, strategically gaining ground against the separatists while quietly looking at leads that showed the location of grievous or Dooku. Despite Cody strongly suggesting a break, the General refused towards any breaks. It wouldn't be the first time the General collapses in exhaustion.

But to do it right in a middle of a battle is… unlike the strong and pain-resistant general.

Jumping over some rubble that blocks the view of the general, Waxer was ready to evaluate the damage that could of ….

The com turned on. "Waxer. Report."

...Occurred?

"Waxer. I repeat, report."

A child - teen really- was there, back pressed against the rubble as he glared at Waxer with frightened eyes, one hand clutch on a lightsaber - doesn't look like General Kenobi's… but it looked a bit worn. The kid was crouched, legs ready to sprint in any direction, his eyes taking stock of the situation.

Eyes….

Harden gray with a hue of blue (but Waxer was willing to bet that those color changing eyes turn bluer when happy)

Shavit.

The com chime on. "This is your commander speaking, Waxer! Report. What is the status of the general!"

Those familiar eyes focused on the comlink, tipping his head at a slight angle as he listens. A blank stare regards him, hiding the intelligence beneath.

Taking the com up to respond.

"Um, well- sir? There seems to be some force related voodoo that has taken hold of the general," glancing back at the kid to make sure he didn't bolt, "I would say he is in no condition to fight"

The com went silent and for a second Waxer thought that no orders were going to be said until the com chime again.

"Then help him back to camp, and if it's really force related contact the Jedi temple, I'll take our men and we'll drive these clankers out. Tell the general we don't plan on losing this planet."

With the com off Waxer pushed my full attention to the…. little general.

"General, sir."

—-

"What system am I in and where is my master?"

By now Obi-Wan gripped his lightsaber tightly, creeping around the unidentified soldier. How he ended up in a war zone was beyond him. He was hiding in a cave with Satine while his master distracted pursers away. It's an effective tactic, Qui-Gon simple draws the enemies away before he easily slips away. It's what helps them evade Dead Watch.

Being in the middle of a battlefield is not new to Obi-Wan sadly, what concerns him is the sudden lapse of memory. How did he get there? His train of thought was put on pause when the soldier started to slowly move towards Obi-Wan, perhaps to show no threat.

He's clearly a Mandalorian, his armor and helmet carried strips of yellow. His face was concealed, only the sun seem to glint off the helmet.

Obi-Wan's stomach clench, if the Mandalorian was not Death Watch then he could be another bounty hunter.

Sometimes he couldn't tell which one was crueler.

The possible bounty hunter took another step closer.

A recent memory flew past Obi-Wan's eyes.

(Flashback)

Obi-Wan just had enough time to hid Satine under a secret compartment. The group of bounty hunter entering the room just as Obi-Wan was able to successfully hide the duchess. His master far away and unaware of the danger, but hopefully could hear him through the bond. Obi-Wan stood no chance against the group of bounty hunters, his mission was not to fight but protect the only person that could bring peace to Mandalore.

He surrendered, hoping to outlast and buy enough time for his master to arrive. He could handle the pain. The bounty hunters got straight to businesses, warning that if he did not tell the location of the Duchess he would die.

Obi-Wan's only worry was that Satine (selfless Satine) would reveal herself for his sake.

He thanks the force that she did not and remained noiseless in the compartment below. He could not bear to lose the mission… or her. The bounty hunter stayed true to their promise and withdrew agonizing screams from Obi-Wan.

It must have been a half an hour, maybe one hour when his master arrived.

He lifts his head at Qui-Gon arrival, as passive as ever (if you ignore the grim look in his eyes).

When the battle was over and the place secure, Qui-Gon quickly tended to Obi-Wan wounds. He could not forget the concerned and troubled look in his master's eyes as he was patched up.

A soothing hand touches his bruised face. Winching he turns his head slightly and the padawan saw the face of the Duchess. She was cradling his head as Qui-Gon patched him up. Leaning down she murmurs in his ear, "Thank you Ob-Obi-Wan. I just can't thank you enough". She silently shed tears for him as she ran her hand through his hair.

Smiling a watery smile, Satine whisper "Rest, my Jedi Knight".

(Flashback ends)

Obi-Wan withdrew in fear, hitting the end of some stone rubble. Where was Satine? Where was his Master? He had to find them!

Obi-Wan allowed the Mandalorian to move, advancing slowly.

He heard the man mumbling, "Good thing Cody didn't send Boil". He steps closer, three more steps and he would be in front of Obi-Wan. 'Now' Obi-Wan mused, "it's now or never".

Gathering the force around him he shoved the Mandalorian away with the force, having the man tumbled to the ground. Obi-Wan surged forward, moving past the startled man. Overlooking the battle taking place approximately around him, he starts eluding blaster bolts. It was tactful to not use his lightsaber, every one of Satine's enemies knows she is protected by two Jedi. His lightsaber would become a dead giveaway. A red blaster bolt nearly grazed his sleeve while he was deep in thought. Focus! Obi-Wan scolded himself as he withdrew from his mind. Now is not the time for his mind to roam.

Shells were dropped close by releasing shards. Obi-Wan was thrown down by the force, but he simply rolled over utilizing the momentum to continue pushing forward. His forelimbs were scraped by the damaged glass on the area. Obi-Wan closed his eyes spreading his presence in the force. Master where are you?

The force bond gave an uncomfortable, hollow sensation that did not hold well in the adolescent padawan. There was a portion of a tank up ahead, Obi-Wan took the decision to drop in.

Glancing over Obi-Wan finally had the excuse to inspect the battleground. He was behind a line of soldiers who seem to be in combat with droids. Which were Satine's allies?

Obi-Wan couldn't remember any clan in Mandalore that employed droids, not any planet in Mandalore systems that using this disproportionate amount of droids.

An enormous droid army. Let's pray none of those droids are programmed to execute Satine. Getting up he fixed his gaze on the mountain landscape behind him. If his Master and Satine where anywhere they would be hiding in the mountains.

Obi-Wan's stomach protested at the idea of hiking up the rugged terrain. His arms stung from where the glass dug into his arms. Plucking the glass gingerly from his limbs he questions if he could possibly be able to sneak through without getting discovered in the daylight.

The sound of a group and a buzz in the force quickly brought his answer. Gathering the Force for aid, Obi-Wan jumped inside the tank among the cables and broken circuitry. Hopeful he is covered with all the broken hardware.

Two helmet heads (yes that is what he's calling them) enter in.

"Do we even know how the kid would act," one of the men inquiries, "Waxer said he looked disoriented. He might not remember us."

"Doesn't matter. Orders are orders. We have to search now. While these clankers back down and retreated, Commander Cody ordered the search party. I overheard the Jedi Order is going to send in General Skywalker"

The Jedi Order Obi-Wan though loudly in wonder!

Silence reverberated. Did he just say that out loud? "General Kenobi? Are you here?" the man tentatively ask, "Longshot, look over there!"

Alarm ran through Obi-Wan, too many mysteries rose in his head with little explanation. More Jedi were being sent to defend the Duchess? Were these men allies, or just saying that to catch him off guard? Taking a deep breath, he let go of his anxiety to the Force.

Gliding out from outside of the tank, Obi-Wan moved soundlessly across the battle zone. Avoiding anyone who comes by, ducking behind the wreckages of the place.

He was moving towards the mountains for about 2 hours, by the end of the trek Obi-Wan hid behind the covers the trees offered.

Exhausted, not to the trek, but due to the mental strain of being alone. Where were his Master and Satine?

Taking a minute to pause under the covering the trees offers, Obi-Wan relaxes his head on the bark. Looking up he saw the needles and branches, fresh with life, the air was humid. Explains the damp ground, must have rained a few days ago.

He remembers taking some ration bars from the last ship he, Qui-Gon, and Satine used. Reaching from inside his cloak- sorrowfully not Jedi-issued, that was long gone- he took a bar and torn it open.

Eyes shut, Obi-Wan controls his breathing, entering a reflective state as he chewed. The Force envelop him with peace and comfort.

Master. Please… Where are you?

He let the despair leak in the force.

Moving deep into the forest, Obi-Wan looked for a spot to rest. Letting the force guide him, he located a small cavern entrance by the side of a brook. The entrance was well concealed, but Obi-Wan had the crawl through his belly to get inside.

Squinting he looked inside the cave, it was a small standard cave, a bit too small. He has to bent his back so his head would not hit the ceiling. Thud. Okay, maybe not a small cave. More like a pitiful den. Hopefully, it's abandoned.

Closing his eyes he settles to sleep, if only for a few hours. But after a few minutes, Obi-Wan shift side to side. He was far too trouble about what might happen to Satine and his Master.

He was 17 for only a few months when the mission was ascribed to his Master. His birthday was approaching, soon he would be 18. The mission started out normal-ish, the Jedi transport landed on the platform. When entering the huge and clearly historic palace, Obi-Wan was expecting a well-experiment and old woman to be sitting on the throne.

As it turned out Satine was sitting on the throne- far too big for her- the lone survivor of the attack that killed her family. The last of the Kryze. Or so Satine thought, later on, it was discovered that her older brother had a lover from another clan who was pregnant with a child. When Qui-Gon offered to try and take them all to the planet where Clan Thett resided, Satine angrily stated that she will not jeopardize the mother and child.

Satine.

Lately, Obi-Wan's attention has been centered around Satine. His mission revolves around her. She is his mission. At first, the two hated each other- well Satine hated the quiet student. To her, the shy nature Obi-Wan had was perceived as arrogance. Jedi do not hate… more like strongly disliked. Fighting in the small space transport they were obliged to live in and use became far too common. They move around in space because a traveling target is harder to get than one that holds still.

Poor Satine had just survived the massacre of her family, her presence alone send waves of grief, anger, and strong emotions. Strong emotion that Obi-Wan was just not properly equipped to handle, he did not stand a chance against the emotion of a teenage girl. At one point Qui-Gon got fed up with the bitter feud. He had Obi-Wan and Satine work together, forcing them to teach each other about their own culture. While Obi-Wan dislikes the idea of spending time with Satine, he acknowledges the importance of understanding the culture… And more importantly the language.

Soon Satine was teaching Obi-Wan how to speak Mado- luckily many clans had different accents so there was no need to change his- soon Qui-Gon would find them talking in Mado between the small corridors of the cruiser, giggling and laughing. His Master at one point dragged Obi-Wan away by the braid to remind him gently of his duty as a Jedi. After all, Qui-Gon fell in love with Tahl- who died two months before the mission was given- and almost fell to the dark side in despair.

Obi-Wan knew his Master meant well, after all before Tahl died he had no problems with small relationships. This recent change of opinion was due to a loss of a very dear and loved one. Qui-Gon only wanted Obi-Wan to avoid the pain.

Yet with a deep sigh and shift from the uncomfortable posture, Obi-Wan long for a chance to at least experience a relationship. After all, Jedi's are not immune to emotions.

It was only very recently, without Qui-Gon's knowledge- yet deep down Obi-Wan felt his Master knew- both Satine and Obi-Wan started to acknowledge this uncertain relationship. Not as lovers, but no longer just friends. After all, you leave two teenagers at the peak of puberty in the middle of a civil war, often forced to trust each other with one's life. It was hard not to develop feelings.

Both him and Satine made it clear to each other that after the war is resolved whatever they have will end. Whoever heard of a Jedi and Mandalorian that fell in love? Amongst the chaos of fighting and running, they would stay close to one another. They have yet to go and share a kiss, only because both have never done such an action. The Jedi were not forbidden from participating in such actions, it's just that Obi-Wan found it too intimate. As for Satine, even if she was aggressive and every bit of a Mandalorian, she was always the odd one out from her family. While her siblings were raised to be warriors by her warlord father. She was trained as a peacekeeper. Her father rules as a warlord and soon he realized that in order for his people to survive they must change. Any boy her age would be kept at a reasonable distance by both her protective brother and father.

Is it wrong to allow this love to go on?

Obi-Wan was certain he can love selflessly. After the war when she falls in love with another, He is prepared to let go. For her happiness, Force knows she deserves it. Both of them understand how duty must prevail over the heart. Millions of life rely on her own, this love is childish in the face of consequences.

Yet sometimes he could see the looks she sends. Obi-Wan knew sometimes he finds himself imagining a life, one that-. No. Not another thought. One day she will rule peacefully over Mandalore, protecting millions. One day he will become a Jedi, Force knows how hard he follows the path and protects beacons of peace just like her.

I use to wonder how the Jedi can possibly achieve peace. Mulling over the code, it's meaning. But now I feel I am one step closer to understanding. It's by protecting people like Satine. People who will be selfless and have the power to do good- and act upon it. Perhaps that is why the Jedi serve and help the Republic- not above the Force though. Among the coal and dust of corruption, hidden are diamonds that shine a bright light of hope. Diamonds that inspire good and plead on the behalf of the defenseless. For that, it is- in my observation and opinion- worth the endless battle of corruption. Satine is such a diamond. See, what did I say! My thoughts have revolved around her. Oh, Force help me! Allow me to sleep for at least a few hours, before helping me find my Master.

—

CC-2224 never really understood the Force. Only that it helps makes crazy plans, the General will come up with, to work.

He would never admit it, but when the General fell down, his heart jumped to his throat. He knew that with the recent lead of Dooku, Obi-Wan worked non-stop. Sometimes even forgetting to eat, unless there was an occasional ration bar. Waxer's report was, in Cody's opinion, a garbled mess of a story after someone took spice.

Now here he was commanding a planet size search -well only in the parts that were secured for the republic- for a child-looking version of the General. Pressing the bridge of his nose a headache was starting to form.

"Run this through me again. You know, just in case I heard wrong the other times," General Skywalker inquired impatiently.

"I rather you read the report, sir. It's a bit hard to comprehend."

Skywalker ran a hand through his curly brown hair. Cody could see the thoughts rushing past Skywalker's head. Obi-Wan, a kid? Even Cody had a hard time envisioning Kenobi as a youngster.

Cody straighten his back,"When should we be expecting you, sir?"

The Jedi Frown deeply before saying, "Not anytime soon. This system needs help with the heat it's been getting from the separatist. Is Obi-Wan in any immediate danger, is Grievous there?"

"No." A cold feeling settled in Cody's stomach, "We were following up on the latest lead to Dooku. You don't think…"

The thought was left unspoken. Was this lead real? Did Dooku have a hand in this?

Images of an auburn hair kid in chains, crying out in pain played in his mind.

"Cody."

Cody turns to meet the Jedi.

"Make sure you retrieve him", the dark-cladding Jedi said, eyes darken making the surrounding air, despite the distance, colder.

—

Obi-Wan eventually found the planet's port, following the bursting flow of light through the force.

Entering a local bar, Obi-Wan quietly sat in one seat located at the end of the bar. Cloak up to conceal his face, the young padawan eyes observed every occupation as he subtlety search in the force for trouble. The oily feeling of the darkness did not sit well in Qui-Gon's legacy, the galaxy seems the be slowly engulf by darkness.

Looking up a holonet was up there was a woman broadcasting the republic holonews. Mandalore had cut itself off from the galaxy a long time ago. Obi-Wan realize with a jolt that he must not be in Mandalore systems!

The bartender gave notice the potential customer and approach, "You need anything?"

Obi-Wan head turns up from his hunch shoulders. Over the bar stood a male Ithorian, his hammerhead being the most noticeable feature.

"Juma juice," Obi-Wan order, shedding a few credits off of him on the bar to pay.

Ducking below the bar briefly, the Ithorian grabbed a small glass before filling it up with the familiar yellow liquor.

"You old enough to drink kid?"

Looking up Obi-Wan saw that the bartender did not leave to attend to other customers, instead, it looks like he wanted to say a word. A chat could help figure out where he is.

"What makes you think I'm a kid?"

Scoffing, or what Obi-Wan believe was an Ithorian scoffing, he said with slight amusement, "Kid, your height is a dead give away."

Ouch. No way is that the reason, he happens to have a quite normal height. It was not his fault that he is constantly surrounded by giants- sorry Qui-Gon.

Nursing his drink close he kept silent.

"Did you come here alone? You looking for work?"

"No, sir. Just looking for the closest government building that can give me a safe com line to Coruscant."

Obi-Wan felt the bartender surprise through the Force. Perhaps the republic was not beloved out here, certainly wouldn't be the first.

"Not possible with this war kid. Why would you need to go over there? In my opinion, the republic is just as messed up as the separatists."

A war? Clearly, Obi-Wan was missing important information. Was he referring to the Mandalorian war? Is this planet near the edge of Mandalore system?

"Just look what happens in this system! Both are fighting over this planet to get a strong trade."

Gaining his bearing the padawan imputed "what side does this planet stand for?"

Shrugging the Ithorian in a nonchalant manner stated, "The one that offers the most business. No way is Rankura entering this war. Whoever is last standing can make deals."

Satisfied that the teen would cause no trouble he left to check on other customers.

Finish his glass Obi-Wan stood up, not discourage to still look for the government building in the planet 'Rankura'.

—

Dooku had been in a foul mood this whole day. This planet seems to be nothing, only filled with crime-infest ports that lacked order. Its leaders were spineless fools that would sniff around for any chance of earning extra credit. It's these types of politicians who deserve to be killed, another reason why the slowly dying Republic should be replaced. They couldn't even see how dark the highest person in power is.

Darth Sidious was clearly using Dooku, he knew that ever since he started down this path- but who's to say Dooku wouldn't do the same.

A disturbance in the Force rang out from outside the door. A being was waiting outside, sniveling with fear. Dooku would roll his eyes- if it wasn't uncivilized behavior.

This planet stubbornly refused to choose a side- that was until Dooku recently convinced the leaders of Rankura with the benefits. Such as not getting killed by a lightsaber, or worse.

"M-My Lord?"

Turning to face the trembling Prime Minister, Dooku gave a nod to show that he was listening.

"We c-capture a Jedi who was in the government building. W-What do you want us to do with him?"

Resist the urge to choke the idiot, Dooku -with a wave of his hand- said, "Kill him."

"B-But this Jedi is a child?"

A child? Was this even a Jedi, or some unlucky force sensitive?

"Very well, bring the child to me."

The man bowed the hurried away.

Dooku has more pressing matters to deal with, such as the shiver through the Force. It felt like the Force after all the years of slowly suffocating in pain, was able- for just a moment- breath freely. Normal Dooku would be fine with the Force finding some sort of balm towards the unbalance it was dealing with, but after that short moment, Dooku was flooded with feelings of fear, distrust, and excitement.

For a second He thought that his

grand padawan was on the way to becoming one with the Force. The distant bond that attaches them- due to being in the same lineage- groan and snap. Or so he thought. A second later it was restored, but something was off.

The door open and Dooku was ready to see either a young Jedi padawan or a child that was force sensitive- that could potentially be a new dark side tool.

What he did not expect to see was a strikingly familiar young boy- a few years off from young adult- with civilian clothes.

Blue-gray eyes (a glint of green that promised mischief), auburn hair, a familiar (but barely noticeable) mole above his forehead, and high boots that hugged the boy's calves.

Smoothing his cloak, the young Jedi straighten to become presentable before saying, "There was no need for me to be treated in such a brute manner, I only ask to contact the Jedi temple."

That Coruscanti accent…. impossible!

This must be a trick.

yet I wonder….

Dooku opens his mouth, "and who would you be for the Jedi temple to care."

Those sharp eyes that are filled to the brim with intelligence brighten- perhaps Dooku is the first helpful person the boy has come across- before cheerful saying, "I am one of the Jedi padawans. Just tell them that it's Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master Qui-Gon's student.

Oh, dear force. A glass of wine should be order.

—-

Contrary to believe, Obi-Wan is not reckless- well, unless it was under the supervision of his master.

He knew there was a chance that this planet might not hold much love for Jedi. But to have the noble call for guards to toss him in a cell was a bit of an extreme reaction towards him.

And after I politely introduce myself as well!

At least the cell was clean. Sitting on the mental slab connected to the wall, Obi-Wan got on his knees to meditate. It wouldn't be long now, all Obi-Wan had to do was convince them to contact the Temple. Who knows, maybe he will be able to get reinforcements for his Master and Satine. While the thought filled Obi-Wan with a hope, that seems highly unlikely. This mission was unofficially given to Qui-Gon because the Senate was too busy arguing on what they should do, the maverick was given the mission in secret by the council. No backing of the Jedi because the Senate did not know and Mandalore is not part of the Republic. The mission is to go in and protect the Duchess. Not fight a war, but protect.

The blaster door swish open.

"All-right Jedi, no funny business," A droid with a blaster pointed at the unarmed child, other droids were standing in the hall. All alert and ready.

Rising careful, Obi-Wan follows without a qualm. He needs to straighten everything out once he meets the person in charge.

After walking for a bit, he ended up standing outside an entrance. The droid points towards the open door with his gun, "Get in here!"

The room is fit for royalty, expensive and high-quality items furnished the place. A theme of red and black seem to fit the room, by a wall stood an expensive wine rack. Obi-Wan bets that if he approaches the rack and took a bottle, it would be some fancy brand.

The balcony ahead was open and he saw a tall figure standing there looking out above the port city. It was the same elderly noble that send him to the cell. Once moving closer he was able to observe the man. He might be old but he clearly trained to fight, a certain grace was held in the man.

"Do you recognize who I am, young one?"

He had yet to turn and face Obi-Wan, "No, sir."

This time Obi-Wan bowed slightly to show respect, hoping to get on the man's good grace. Finally turning Obi-Wan was meet with dark brown eyes, burning through Obi-Wan's head, (was that a flash of gold?).

Opening his mouth Obi-Wan spoke. "Perhaps introductions are in order?"

"I am Count Dooku".

He said it as if he just reveal there was a Sith in the Senate. Obi-Wan suppressed a snort of laughter at the thought.

"And I have introduced myself as Obi-Wan, padawan learner from the Jedi temple"

Walking back inside, the Count sat down one chair. The young student followed his lead. The Force was quiet.

"Do you know what year it is, or perhaps who rules of the republic?"

Strange questions really.

"Chancellor Valorum just started his second term." Obi-Wan calmly stated, voice even and smooth.

He thoughtfully wonders why Dooku's name sound familiar.

He did look like a distinguished Jedi who showed a sharp layer of intuition and insightful exquisite. But the face was not familiar. But it was not bizarre or uncommon to not know every Jedi in the temple.

He looked older than Qui-Gon. His white-hair telling tales of his age, the man is in his seniority.

Dooku….Dooku….

The name gripped his mind.

Was there a Master Dooku in the temple? Then it hit him. Qui-Gon's Master is Master Dooku! Was this enigma his Grand Master? Obi-Wan never had the honor of meeting the man, Qui-Gon never really talking about him.

"Are you…Master Dooku?" Obi-Wan leans forward in anticipation.

A ghost of a smile reach, who is presumably, Master Dooku. But why was his title Count? Was he undercover? It was not that difficult to imagine a Jedi of his talent undercover.

"It seems we have much to discuss Obi-Wan."

And that was when he felt a crash of ice cold in the Force.

—-

Anakin was never one to feel fear, the weird feeling of it, heavy in his stomach. Instead, he uses the anger entangling around in him, like a shadowy dragon. Smoke curling around the mouth, ready to be set ablaze.

So instead of feeling anxious for his Master or fearful of his unknown fate, he felt enraged at the council. Instead of enlisting him to retrieve Obi-Wan, he was left two systems over fighting some of the Separatists' droid army. In the back of his mind, he knew that the people in this system depended on the republic and the aid she can offer. But he still detests the council's decision, hostility raising in him. Voices from the past echo in his head, of a time when the council denied him the right to train.

Yet Obi-Wan trained you, murmured a voice within his head.

"Rex, how's the operation going, any serious turnouts?"

Anakin's second-in-command, someone he trusts with his life, appeared on a hologram.

"The Separatists route is successfully blocked, there's no path in this system for them to take. General Saa does not have to worry about enemy reinforcement from this side" Looking briefly down, perhaps to look at some notes, done with his report.

"I'll be sure to tell her. T'ra could sure use the news" accepted Anakin.

"I heard High General Kenobi is M.I.A, is there any news from Commander Cody" implored Rex. Looking in the clone's eyes, Anakin could identify concern in his voice.

Closing his eyes, Anakin let out a breath of exhaustion. "No Rex, nothing yet."

Closing the communication, Anakin turns towards the bridge of command. This part of the Star Destroyer is his favorite. Not because of the importance it holds in commutation throughout the ship and other signals (like from a certain senator). The view of space is what Anakin love the most. The way you can look out when it hits hyperspace, you can see billions of stars blend in.

"Sir, incoming transmission from Coruscant. It's from the Jedi Temple, should I pull it through," A lieutenant-Buzzer was his name?- gesture to the holo-monitor.

"Let it through" Anakin gesture with his good hand.

But after a good twenty seconds, there was no hologram.

Turning towards the clone, Anakin silently raises a brow.

The clone seems to be listening to something in the com, nodding he looked up. "It's the Jedi council. They say this is a private call".

Ignoring the fear that coil around his stomach, Anakin turns to go to the briefing room to take on the call.

"Good to see you knight skywalker, it is." Yoda's leathery green face shown through the hologram. "Worry for Master Kenobi, you are. Yes, hmmm."

For once Master Yoda hits the issue right to the nail.

"Focus on your fear, do not. Remain focus, you must. Be distracted you must not."

"Yes, Master" Anakin bow his head. Next to Yoda stood Mace Windu, as grim as ever.

"We're taking you out of this system. A pair of Jedi has been sent out to help this system. You've been moved for a more pressing mission."

No surprise there. Obi-Wan is an important figure in the war. Someone who was nicknamed sith slayer (much to his Master's protest) and the fame Negotiator, Obi-Wan has established himself as vital to the war efforts. But for someone who is considered the perfect Jedi and the golden boy of the council, he seems to have a nasty habit of attracting trouble.

"Alarming message, Dooku has sent."

The old Master of the Jedi order face morph into worry.

"What about these report I've been getting! Obi-Wan, a child! I'm I suppose to believe this bantha fodder!"

Frowning at the use of words, Mace eyes harden, "What induce him to… de-age… is unknown. But his location is now known, he is at risk".

"Then send me!"

Unspoken words passed between both Masters before Yoda spoke out.

"Capture by Dooku, Obi-Wan has been."

A holo-message was shown, but the words are not what woke up Anakin. No, the feeling of cold water crashing on him was due to the picture that accompanies the message.

A picture of a child, hair in disarray and eyes harden. Cuffed and between two droids. His beard may be gone and his calm pose no longer exist. But there was no doubt that the boy is Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan is captured and under the complete mercy of Dooku.

Of the Sith.

A.N- you know… I was thinking of putting this as a One-Shot. But the more I wrote it, the more I thought about the plot. This might extend to at least 3 chapters (maybe 4). Updates are promised to arrive but at a slow rate. I'm actually surprised at the lack of de-age Obi-Wan stories. No worry, I plan to help in this lack. Feel free to give some ideas, like I said this is a pretty vague idea I got out. The full plot is not really sketched out yet. So feel free to give suggestions.

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