Padawan Lost: Skywalker Style.
Sixteen year old Anakin Skywalker is captured by a group of outlaws who hunt 'Jedi Types'. Four months later, Obi-wan and Master Windu are captured by the same group while looking for Anakin - when he finds them, Obi-wan and Master Windu realise just how much he has changed.
PROLOGUE.
He hadn't had a chance to fight back, they had followed him from the Temple, to the Senate Building when he had been going to see the Chancellor. The smoke grenades had concealed them long enough to sneak up behind him, then, even as he had begun to turn to fight them, he had been struck one hard, sharp blow to the back of his head.
Groaning, Anakin blinked and sat up. At least he tried to sit up, an electro-staff was thrust forcefully into his chest. Anakin cried out in pain, his body collapsing and convulsing on the floor of the ship.
"Let that be a lesson," the voice snapped, "don't move."
Gasping, Anakin opened his eyes and stared up at the man looming above him. "What do you want with me?"
Chuckling, his captor shook his head, shaggy black hair swinging around his shoulders. "You're going to be our... Entertainment," he told Anakin. Crouching in front of the Padawan, he grinned. "We're going to drop you off this ship, and then, we're going to hunt you down and one of us will kill you."
Anakin stared at him in horror, "you're insane!" 'They' wouldn't get away with it, he would escape.
"Don't worry," the man stood and grinned at him, "we always give our 'prey' a head start..." Walking to the door of the holding cell, he turned back to face Anakin, "it makes the hunt more... Exhilarating."
Ok, I know it's short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. Will pick up four months later, with Obi-wan and Master Windu being dropped on the planet.