Author's Notes: Oh look another 'Slaves of the Republic' AU story. I'm more than sure this kind of story has been done a number of times (send me the links yo because I don't think I have read them all).

Anyways, Atai Molec didn't recognize Obi-wan Kenobi so no one knows who he is or that he is a Jedi…

OoOoOoOoO

An hour had passed since the whips had last strike Obi-wan's back. However, the throbbing pain hadn't seemed to dull at all. It felt like his back had been whip to shreds, but yet there wasn't a single cut on his back. Which, proved the electro-whip was the perfect torture device. It caused great amount of pain but didn't leave a mark on the victim. Though, that wasn't the only injury that made Obi-wan's body ache. He had also been shot in the shoulder and received a few of firm punches to the face. His wrists were also very sore from being chained up high above his head to the cell wall.

I hope Anakin and Ahsoka are having better time than me, Obi-wan thought, hoping they would break through the door any minute to rescue him. The interrogator had left him alone after he had grown tired of questioning him. So this would be the perfect time for them to show up. He wouldn't even mind if they made fun of him for getting captured again.

But Obi-wan knew it wasn't them when he heard he heard the cell door creak open. He turned his head and saw two guards and a Slaver walked in. He knew he was a Slaver since he recognized the uniform from earlier.

Not more Zygerrians… Obi-wan thought, fully aware he was being prejudice. Their cat like features kind of gave him the creeps like how their eyes glowed in the dim light. But the main reason he wasn't a fan of the Zygerrian race was because every one he had encountered so far had either beaten him or whipped him.

"Unchain him," the Slaver ordered the guards.

Mistake.

Obi-wan made fists and as soon as the guards took the cuffs off, he punched the guard on his left. The other guard tried seizing him, but Obi-wan kicked him away against the wall. Obi-wan then force pushed the Slaver away when he tried to reach for his whip on his belt. He then sprinted towards the door, thinking he was home free!

However, one of the guards recovered at the last second and cracked his whip right against Obi-wan's back right before he could bust through the door. The blow made Obi-wan stumble and trip over his own feet.

Obi-wan desperately tried to get up, though during his fall, the second guard had enough time to recover and join in. He crumpled to the floor, crying out each time the whips viciously licked his body. Seeing the situation was controlled, the Slaver also decided to join in as well.

This whipping session only last for a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to Obi-wan. He almost blacked out until they finally stopped and jumped on him. The two guards seized his arms, pinning them behind his back before clamping binders around his wrists. He then felt something metal and heavy enclose around his throat as well.

"Should've collared you first, skug," The Slaver hissed, brushing off his shoulders. "Pick him up."

The guards roughly yanked Obi-wan up to his feet.

"You're stronger than you look," The Slaver commented, looking Obi-wan over. "Good, good..." He scribbled something on his datapad he pulled off his belt. "Are you sure you don't want to tell us anything? Who you are? And why you were trying to free that togruta slave?"

Obi-wan gave him the same silent treatment he had given the last interrogator.

"Fine. Make life harder for yourself," The Slaver shrugged, apathetically. "It makes no difference to me, but I suggest you tell us something about yourself. The more information you give us, the better chance you will be sold to a master with a higher status, which means better living conditions for you. So can you read or write—

"Wait, you're planning to sell me?!" Obi-wan blurted out, breaking his vow of silence. He had assumed they would continue to torture him until he revealed the information they wanted.

"He speaks finally!" the Slaver exclaimed in fake enthusiasm. "And he has a Coruscanti accent!" He wrote that down on his datapad as well. "Yes, we plan to sell you. We have a shortage of humans."

"You can't sell me! I'm—

"Yes?" The Slaver leaned forward swiftly more interested in him.

Obi-wan reworded his response. "I'm…a Republic citizen! And even though their laws don't apply out here, someone will come looking for me." Revealing himself as Jedi was the last thing Obi-wan wanted to do.

"Are you rich?"

"Not exactly…"

The Slaver gave him a strange look, not sure if he was lying. "Well if someone does come looking for you. They can buy your freedom, but for now you are a slave. You broke out laws and you are a foreigner so have no rights. You have no voice." He got uncomfortably close to Obi-wan's face and showed off his sharp canines. "…you do as you're told or there will be consequences."

"For now…" Obi-wan ominously repeated his words back to him.

The Slaver flinched. Fear flashed through the Zygerrian's yellow eyes, but he abruptly backhanded Obi-wan across the face. "First rule you should learn, skug! Do not backtalk your masters!"

"You are not my master."

Another slap across the face left Obi-wan with a split lip.

"Anymore to say?"

Obi-wan licked his lips and only glared at him. He had nothing to say. His actions would have to speak louder when he escaped this godforsaken place.

The Slaver hesitated again. He was the one who was supposed instill fear, not the other way around!

He clutched Obi-wan's chin in attempt to establish his dominance. "Now that you understand your place. I highly suggest you tell me something about yourself. Otherwise you could be sent to the workhouse." He titled Obi-wan's chin up and regarded him. "Trust me, you do not want to be sent there. You do manual labor almost eighteen hours a day, you wear chains, and you're feed almost nothing."

The Slaver grinned when he saw Obi-wan's blue eyes falter.

"…but if you have skills, which I think you do. It's more likely you'll be sold to a respectable master and the work conditions might be more livable." He let Obi-wan's face go and patted his cheek in mock comfort. "I'm not a bad guy, eh? I'm actually trying to help you out. So if you're smart, you'll take my advice."

"Help me out…?" Obi-wan chuckled like that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "I think we have different definitions of that word, Master." If sarcasm were a liquid matter, it would be dripping all over the floor.

The Slaver narrowed his eyes and reached for the electro-whip on his belt again.

OoOoOoOoOoO

Pain. Suffering. Humiliation.

Were the only emotions Obi-wan saw in the eyes of every slave down the line of auctions in the Slaver's market. Some people wore no emotions at all, they just looked like empty vessels. Broken and all hope lost.

It really gnawed at Obi-wan's soul. He also felt overwhelming sense of guilt since he knew in the past he had been dismissive of Anakin's feelings about slavery. He hadn't even been in this world for more than day and he couldn't imagine growing up as a child in it. He definitely owed Anakin an apology if he ever saw him again. Soon, he hoped.

Though, he was ripped out of his train of thought when the guard brusquely pulled on the chain connected to his collar. It almost made Obi-wan stumble over his ankle shackles and fall. "Walk faster, skug!"

"If I trip and fall, it will only delay things further," Obi-wan snarled in irritation. "I don't think your boss will be happy—

The guard tugged again on the chain and this time Obi-wan did lose his balance and fell face first into the ground.

"Why did you do that?!" yelled the second guard, who had been trailing behind Obi-wan.

"This scum needs to learn his place!"

Obi-wan groaned into the ground while they argued, cursing his need to backtalk at everything the guard and slavers said. The last whipping session apparently taught him nothing to keep his sarcastic comments to himself. Even if he didn't have these shackles on, he was pretty sure he couldn't move let alone try to push himself up. Everything hurt. But the guards hauled Obi-wan back up to his feet, erupting more pained moans from him. Dirt now covered Obi-wan's face and blood had begun to ooze out of his nose, which made the second guard snap again at his comrade.

"You idiot! You broke his nose! He's supposed to look somewhat presentable."

"No I didn't!"

"It's just bruised I think," Obi-wan interjected. He had broken his nose before and it wasn't the same kind of pain. "But thank you for your concern. I really appreciate it."

"I told you, he's fine!" the first guard growled, taking hold of Obi-wan's chain again. "We'll just clean him up before the auction."

"No, you will," the second guard snarled back.

They walked ten more meters until they reached a large decorative cabana tent at the end of the market. Obi-wan wrinkled his face in confusion since it sounded like a party was going on inside. The sound of live music and the laughter of good conversation blasted out of tent. Obi-wan couldn't understand who the hell would be having a party in this this dreary place.

They went passed the entrance to the backside of the tent and Obi-wan found there was no party on this side. Though, Obi-wan mad another baffled face when the guards opened the canopy flap.

The most attractive females Obi-wan had ever seen in his life were lined up before him. However, they looked like the most miserable and sad looking creatures he had ever seen as well since they were slaves too. Six Twi'leks, four Togrutas, two Theelins, one Pantoran, and a pink skinned Zeltron wore chains like him, but unlike him, they were all scantily clad.

What...am I doing here…? Obi-wan thought utterly confused. I do not belong here…I should be in one of the auctions outside.

None of the girls seemed to be thinking the same thing; actually most of them didn't even notice him. They all seemed to be in their own sad worlds, but the Zeltron gave him a funny look when he was placed next to her.

"Don't move, skug," the guard told him as he walked down the line to the other side, while the other guard placed himself outside the tent.

A large curtain concealed them from the rest of the tent and the party that was going on right before them. As Obi-wan looked around, he gathered there was a small stage on the other side where they would be presented and sold.

The thought of being brought and sold made Obi-wan fidget anxiously in his chains. He really hoped an opportunity arise soon for him to escape because he was starting to feel desperate.

The guard came back down the line to Obi-wan with a damp rag to clean off his face. The guard curtly wiped his face off and Obi-wan had to hold his breath in since the rag smelled like piss. He really hoped it wasn't covered in urine.

After the guard was done, he simply dropped the rag and walked down the line before grabbing the first Twi'lek who stood there. He then pulled her through the curtain onto the other side on the stage.

Obi-wan couldn't see what was happening, but the music and conservations died down before he heard a voice say, "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce the first gorgeous Twi'lek of today's auction!"

Obi-wan recognized that voice, it was the Slaver from earlier, but the way he described the Twi'lek girl left a very disgusting taste in Obi-wan's mouth. It was like he was talking about a piece of furniture instead of a person.

"You know? I find it a little unfair that you aren't dressed this way," the blue haired Zeltron suddenly whispered only loud enough so Obi-wan could only hear her.

Obi-wan blinked, forgetting she was there since he had entered his own sad world. Though, he did quickly peeked at her bikini outfit that left nothing to the imagination. He tried not to stare too long. "Yes, unfortunately sexism still exists in slavery."

"Huh?"

"I mean…I don't think that's an outfit anyone would ever want to see me wearing," Obi-wan said instead and also sadly thought, Stars' end! She doesn't know what sexism means.

"I really don't know why I'm here at this particular auction," Obi-wan added, glancing down the line at the other girls. "Because even in my finest condition, I still wouldn't compare to any of you."

She chuckled. "Weird time to flirt, don't you think?"

Obi-wan blushed, deeply and shook his head feverishly. "Uh I wasn't—

"They wouldn't have brought you here if you were totally unpleasant to look at," the Zeltron remarked, frankly. "Yer the only human slave I have seen in the market all day so that could be why."

"I concur with you about that observation, my dear, because I know I'm not here for my looks," Obi-wan nodded in agreement. "But I think the word you were looking for was "tolerable." I'm tolerable to look at."

The Zeltron gave him another funny look since she didn't appreciate being called 'dear' nor did she like being corrected. "Yer kinda a snob, you know that?" She snorted and rolled her bright pink eyes. "Imagine that a snobby slave."

Obi-wan looked taken aback. "Oh I apologize I was not trying to correct you, I was making a joke at my own expense. No slight against you at all—

"Maybe yer here 'cause yer sooo smart with yer fancy words," she informed him, not accepting his apology. "Most of these girls here can't even read."

Obi-wan opened his mouth but closed it. He really didn't mean to offend her, but he imagined she was probably was angry at her current situation and was just lashing out at him.

"I have found being able to read doesn't always equate intelligence," Obi-wan tried to say in a gentle voice. "A being can be smart in numerous different ways, not just academically."

She raised an eyebrow.

"As you see, I'm not very smart when conversing with beautiful women, whom I would never even attempt to talk to in any normal circumstance."

That statement successfully provoked a small giggle from the Zeltron. "Maybe not a complete snob," she retorted in a more friendly tone. "…you must have been somebody important the way you talk."

"Perhaps."

"I was too," she told him, matter-of-factly. "I used own a business empire, you know? But I wasn't smart and now…I'm just a pretty face and a pair of tits."

"I'm sorry." Obi-wan didn't know what else to say. Though, he was a bit more curious about her because she didn't look a day over twenty-one. She was a bit young to have owned a "business empire."

She shrugged, dismissing his apology since there was no need for it. "As they say, "the mighty eventually fall."

Indeed, Obi-wan silently thought to himself.

"I'm Dani, what's yer name? Is this yer first time—

However, she was interrupted when the guard reappeared and hissed at Obi-wan from down the line. "Skug! It's your turn!"

"Oh? Are we not going in order?" Obi-wan asked, dully. He smiled at Dani, who immediately frowned and looked straightforward. It was chilling how quickly her expression changed to terrified.

"Get over here NOW!"

Obi-wan hesitated, but he eventually complied and made his way down the line.

"You have to learn when to shut up," Dani quietly whispered behind him. "And don't let me see you cry."

That advice only made Obi-wan more nervous, but he tried to keep an neutral expression on his face even when the guard grabbed his collar chain and jerked him from behind the curtain.

It was strange change of scenery but Obi-wan now found himself on a small stage overlooking an extravagant lounge. The party was smaller than he initiated thought, but a few feet away a Hutt, a Zygerrian woman, a red-eyed Chriss, a male Gran, and a huge Herglic all sat very comfortably on couches and pillows. He had been brought in front of the one percent of the galaxy. Like for example, the clothes they were wearing could probably altogether out price the fee of feeding two planets. Describing them as rich was understatement.

Obi-wan was having trouble understanding how they could laugh, drink, and eat without a care in the world, while so people were suffering all around them inside and outside this tent. It really disturbed him.

"May I present to you all a human male in his prime!" the Slaver announced as Obi-wan was pushed towards the center of the stage. "AND he's the only human we are selling today!"

A few buyers turned their attention away from their drinks and looked at Obi-wan with a new found interest.

"As you can see he's in excellent condition—

"Clearly!" Obi-wan added, loudly as he moved his head around to show off the bruises on his face. He tried to twirl around to show them his shoulder injury and his tattered clothes, but the guard firmly held him in place.

The Slaver gritted his teeth but kept a fake smile on his face. "As you see he has not been broken yet, but…time and patience will fix that."

"It will not!" Obi-wan barked, trying to look menacing so everyone would be afraid to buy him. "Because I will escape and—

However, a blow to the back of his head sent Obi-wan's to his knees in mid-sentence. He then was reduced to a bowing position when another blow hit him square in the back. It took everything in Obi-wan's willpower to hold in tears he felt forming in his eyes, but if they began whipping him again he knew he wouldn't be able to. He couldn't take another whipping session.

Though, he did let a yelp out when the Slaver grasped his hair and arched his neck back in an uncomfortable position. "And pain…" The Slaver added to his previous statement about breaking him. He gripped Obi-wan's jaw and moved it around a bit. "I will warn you my friends, human males are always a little harder to break than a Twi'lek or Togruta…since they think they rule the galaxy."

Everyone in the room simultaneously laughed together with the Hutt laughing his deep echoing voice. Obi-wan closed his eyes still trying to hold in his tears but it was for another reason now.

The Slaver chuckled into Obi-wan's ear and roughly pushed his head forward before continuing to advertise him. "He is educated. I mean did you hear that accent? How well spoken he is? He would be perfect as an assistant or a bookkeeper, wouldn't you say?"

"So he can read and write?" the Gran asked in basic, regarding Obi-wan with his three eyes.

"Yes, yes, of course, Master Tax!"

"And how many languages does he speak? Can he speak Gran?"

"He has elected not to revel that information," he sighed. The slimy Slaver would have lied about languages Obi-wan could speak, but these buyers were paying top credits.

"Whip it out of him," Tax shrugged like that was a normal thing to do.

"I speak six and understand twelve languages!" Obi-wan almost yelled when one of the guards pulled out his whip. "And I understand Gran, I don't speak it…"

"And huttese?" the Hutt inquired as well in his native tongue.

"I only understand it as well," Obi-wan answered for himself again.

"See my friends? He is already submitting," the Slaver smiled, widely. He then ran his fingers through Obi-wan's hair like he was petting a dog. "Time and pain..."

Obi-wan bit his tongue, resisting the urge to lash out. I'm not broken! I'm just bidding my time…choosing my battles…

"May I see him up close?" the Zygerrian woman requested.

"Of course, Lady Alzena!" the Slaver replied. He waved at the guards, whom immediately picked Obi-wan up off the ground and led him down the stairs to the handsome Zygerrian woman.

Obi-wan knew he was being bias again because of his past encounters with Zygerrians, but he found her utterly repulsive. Her whole attitude instantaneously turned him, minus the fact she was contemplating on buying him. He could tell she got off belittling people and reminding them she was smarter and richer than them.

She stood up, smoothing out her elegant blue shear dress before walking up to him. Her slender fingers reached out for him, but she stopped and politely asked the Slaver, "Maybe I touch him?"

"Yes, of course—

"No, you may not!" Obi-wan snarled, thrashing against the guards. "But I'm assuming what I say doesn't matter—

"You're about to get gagged if you don't shut up, skug!" one of the guard sneered before painfully pulling on his hair, which effectively ceased his movements.

"Sorry, my Lady," the Slaver apologized.

"Oh no, it's quite alright. It's no fun if they're not a little feisty," Alzena smirked, touching his chest first. She felt around his body, feeling for how many muscles he had.

To say at least, it made Obi-wan very uncomfortable.

"I wish he was bit more muscularly…"

"Human males gain muscle easily," the Slaver informed her. "Heavy lifting and feeding him plenty of protein will buff him up, but he is stronger than he appears…He knocked out a few of my men."

"Oh?" She grinned wickedly then without warning, lowered her hand to his groin.

Obi-wan instantly stiffed and felt blood rush to his cheeks in mortification as she began to grope him. He couldn't believe how casual she was about touching him like this or the fact no one even batter an eyelash at the sight of it either. Obi-wan had never been touched in such a crude way like this before in his life. So he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when she finally stopped.

However, Alzena misinterpreted his sigh as he enjoyed it and winked at him.

"I'm highly interested."

Obi-wan felt a shiver go down his back. The Hutt was looking more desirable than her right now.

"Can I ask you a question, Lady Alzena?" the Hutt asked in basic, interrupting the one sided sexual tension between them.

"Yes, Shan?"

"Is he considered attractive for a human?" the Hutt inquired. "All humans look the same to me, so I can't tell the difference."

"He's not bad," Alzena retorted, touching his chest again. "I like his hair and his eyes…the beard though, I would shave that." She then sauntered away and sat back down on luxurious couch, giving him another unsettling cat like grin.

"If he was younger I would've sold him to the pleasure houses, your excellency," the Slaver also reassured Shan the Hutt.

"Good. Thank you."

"Oh look he's blushing," Lady Alzena giggled, pointing at Obi-wan's reddening face. "Isn't that precious?"

Obi-wan angrily furrowed his brow. He wasn't blushing because he found what they said complimentary, the exact opposite actually. What they said about him was beyond demeaning. However, the overwhelming sense of empathy filled Obi-wan as he thought about the slave girls that were behind the curtain. They were just viewed as sexual objects and it made Obi-wan sick.

"No more questions? …Good! Let's start the bidding!" The Slaver proclaimed, excitedly. "How about we start the bidding at five thousand credits for this fine human specimen!?"

Five thousand? Obi-wan thought a little insulted. You would think a living being would cost more than small class ship. But the bidding soon went up and to Obi-wan's distaste it was down between Lady Alzena and Shan the Hutt.

"Twenty-five thousand!" Shan the Hutt loudly rumbled.

"Thirty thousand!" Lady Alzena almost shrieked, wishing she had never told Shan her opinion about Obi-wan. She wanted him. He was hers!

"Thirty-five!

"Forty!"

"Forty-five!"

"FIFTY!"

Half a million…not bad, Obi-wan thought in vain attempt to humor himself. Anakin…where are you? If it were any time to intervene now would be great.

Literally, right after Obi-wan thought that a familiar voice abruptly shouted over everyone. "ONE MILLION!"

FINALLY!

Obi-wan looked up with a big smile on his face. The voice did not belong to Anakin, but it did belong to Rex.

"One million?" The Slaver repeated almost choking on his own words. He was so stunned he didn't even notice Rex wasn't part of this group of wealthy buyers and had just wandered in.

Rex stepped forward and nodded. He was wearing a different disguise now, and Obi-wan wasn't sure where he had found this outfit, but it was quiet honestly, the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen. A white spiral top hat sat upon his head and the pointy shoulder pads in his long white formal jacket made him look like more a fashion fubar than a wealthy customer.

However, no one was paying attention to Rex's outfit, the word 'one million' seemed to still echo throughout the tent and no one said anything to outbid him.

"Okay one million to the gentleman in the back!" the Slaver exclaimed beyond excited. He then practically bolted to Rex, waving at the guards to follow him with Obi-wan. This had made his pay today.

"Congratulations, my friend!" the slaver hollered in pure delight. "How would you like to pay?" He was so happy he didn't even bother to ask for his name or who he was.

"I can transfer the credits right now if you like" Rex offered, putting his hand in his jacket like he was looking for his datapad. "I'm a very busy man and would like to be on my way as soon as possible."

"Yes, of course that's fine, my good good man! You won't be sorry! I suspect this slave is more skilled than he will admit—

"Is he vaccinated though? I know how diseases travel quickly with these lowly slaves. He does looks a bit pale," Rex asked, attempting to make conversation as his alter ego.

Obi-wan cracked a small smile. Rex, try not to enjoy yourself too much.

"He is…very healthy I assure you," the Slaver nervously responded. "He is worth every credit, I vouch my reputation on it."

"Oh…I know he is," Rex grinned before revealing his blaster instead. He then shot both the guards holding Obi-wan and struck the Slaver across the face with the gun, knocking him out.

"Don't make a sound!" Rex hollered at the buyers, pointing his blaster at them before they could even make a peep. "Just stay where you are." He glanced at Obi-wan and smirked. "Seen better days, General?"

"Nice to see you, Rex but we have to leave now!" The sarcastic comebacks could wait. He turned his back to Rex, anxiously to get these restraints off him. "Can you get these off—

Obi-wan yelped when the collar around his throat suddenly electrocuted him. He fell to his knees as the electricity racked through his body. His hands were still cuffed behind his back so he couldn't even attempt to pull it off.

"The collar…" Obi-wan gritted through teeth. In the corner of his eye, he saw the Slaver had activated his collar. Apparently, he hadn't been knocked out completely.

"Hold still!" Rex shouted, trying to aim his blaster in the right spot to shoot the collar off. However, more guards swarmed the tent with whips and blaster rifles at hand.

Obi-wan could do nothing to help as he watched Rex get beaten down, but he soon saw only black himself after a rogue whip struck him in the face.

OoOoOoOoOoO

Was that ANGSTY enough for you?

HA did you think Obi-wan was going to escape that fast? HA!