Chapter one: Lost in the Outer Rim

Ahsoka and Anakin sat in silence at a busy lounge on the surface of Kessel. Their mission was simple as far as recon missions went; they were to follow the Pyke Syndicate enforcers who were suspected by the Republic of buying captured clones from the separatists and using them as slaves in their mines. If nothing came of their investigation, so be it. If they found their suspicions to be true they were to contact the Jedi Counsel and await further orders.

"What do we do if they are buying captured clones from the Separatists, Master?" Ahsoka questioned as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Quiet, Ashoka." Anakin silenced his Padawan, his eyes searching through the crowd of miners. "If the wrong people overheard us, our whole mission could be jeopardized." And so they sat, watching for what seemed like an eternity to Ahsoka who wasn't much for waiting around and hoping they'd find what they were looking for.
"Patience, little one, they'll be here. Sooner or later." Ahsoka rolled her eyes. She hated it when he called her that.
But before she could respond the doors burst open and 5 imposing humans, 1 pyke, and 2 assassin droids. Both armed with heavy blasters.

The lounge that had just been filled with laughter and talking had fallen deathly quiet with the arrival of the thugs, who walked around the lounge, leering at patrons who dared to look up from their drink. "Greeting, gentlemen." A hooded man stood from his seat at the bar. "My lord begs your forgiveness for his absence, my friend, but he fears our dealings may have caught the attention of the Republic and their spies." The hooded figure spoke in a monotone voice.

The pyke nodded in agreement. "We have come to the same conclusion." He paused, looking around the crowded room. "But we assure you, and everyone else, nothing happens on this planet without our knowing." Anakin felt himself tense slightly. Did they know they were there?

Anakin sighed slightly, realizing they weren't so foolish as to use their names in the view of the public. Even if no one on the planet, or in fact the system, would dare cross them.

"How much for the girl?" A nasally voice came from behind Anakin, catching him off guard.

The jedi turned towards the pyke, who was better dressed than most on this planet, as he eyed Ahsoka like a hound. "What?" Anakin looked towards Ahsoka, a disgusted look on his face. "She isn't for sale." The grey skinned alien wouldn't be detoured so easily, coming around he knelt in front of Anakin.

"Listen, I've been doing this for a long time, and one thing I've learned is that there's a price for everything," His blue eyes turned towards Ahsoka. "or anyone." Anakin nearly reached for his lightsaber, but restrained himself at the last moment. "80,000 credits?" Anakin felt a growl escape his throat. "100,000? That's more than fair."

Ahsoka could see her master's face turning red and his fists clenching. "I'm not for sale!" Ahsoka snapped in her own defense, gaining the attention of everyone in the lounge. "Now beat-" But before she could finish she was struck hard across the face by the back of the pyke's three fingered hand.

"You'd be wise to learn your place." Anakin's mechanical hand wrapped itself around the pyke's slender neck and drug him across the table. There were a lot of people yelling and screaming but Anakin just couldn't seem to make it out as he continued to crush the obvious sex slavers windpipe. Nails dug into Anakin's neck and face, drawing blood but he the jedi was entranced in his rage.

Zap!

Anakin let out a yelp as a painful electric shock sent him forward. In his rage the jedi had lost control and now found himself surrounded by the Pyke thugs he'd come to spy on. "Release him and put your hands in the air." One of the thugs ordered calmly. "Make a move and my droids'll make sure there's nothing left." Anakin released his grip on the slaver who coughed and gasped for air before scrambling away from him.

One of the Assassin droids grabbed his arm and put the blaster it carried to the back of his head. Ahsoka reached for her saber but her master stopped her, his fingers coming up. "Don't do it, Snips." Anakin thought silently, praying this situation wouldn't go any further south.

The Syndicate enforcer stepped in front of Anakin, his eyes going back and forth between both the jedi. "Seize them." At that the other Assassin droid grabbed Ahsoka and pulled her from the chair. The padawan yelped as she struggled against its grip.
Before Anakin could react another painful electric shock surged through his body, and he was simultaneously clubbed by the droid.

The ground met him as he fought to keep his eyes open, as he heard Ahsoka struggling against the thugs. "Ahsoka..." He said aloud before finally losing consciousness.

Anakin woke up face down in a dimly lit room, his head throbbing and his hands bound behind his back. When his eyes adjusted to the dark and he managed to roll onto his side he found the enforcer staring at him. "You're a long way from home, jedi." Anakin rolled on his side to look the pyke in the eye as he spoke.

"I'm not a jedi." Anakin lied through his teeth, earning him a laugh.

"Then where did you get this?" He pulled Anakin's lightsaber from his pocket, activating it and illuminating the room with its blue glow.

"I killed a jedi," Anakin thought back on what Qui-Gon had said to him when he was a boy. "And I took it from him." The pyke threw his head back in laughter, deactivating the lightsaber and stuffing it back into his jacket pocket before standing up.

"Of course you did." The pyke wiped the tear that had rolled out onto his cheek away. "And your Togruta friend? She a jedi killer as well?" An evil grin spread across his face as he drew her lightsaber. Anakin gasped slightly, realizing his padawan wasn't in the room with him. "Normally I would have had you both hanged for all to see, but I have better plans." The pyke tortured Anakin with the suspense.

Anakin tried to free himself from the cuffs on his hands and feet. "Where is she!?" Anakin blurted out in anger, continuing his struggle to free himself.

The pyke spun Ahsoka's lightsaber in his three fingered hand, smiling as he thought of it. "Well, 80,000 credits seemed fair to me." There was a long silence between them while Anakin tried to force pull his weapon out of the pyke's pocket, to no avail. "I could hand you over to the Separatists. I'm sure they'd love to execute a jedi knight, and I know they'd pay dearly for you." A door behind Anakin opened and it was then he realized he was aboard a transport ship. "But you having to live with the knowledge that you failed your apprentice will bring me great joy." The slender creature walked over to the jedi, who he knew would wring his neck given the opportunity, with a smirk. "Goodbye, Republic dog." He placed his foot on Anakin's chest and shoved him from the transport, tossing both the sabers out as Anakin plummeted to the grassy fields 50 feet below.

Anakin braced himself for the impact, which broke his left arm and several ribs as his body rag dolled across the ground. When he regained his bearings he found his hands had been freed from the hand cuffs, and more surprising to him was the fact that he was still breathing. Even if each breath hurt more than the last.

"Ahsoka.." A rush of panic hit Anakin like a tidal wave. Suddenly the pains that covered the entirety of his body became like back round noise as he scrapped himself up off the ground. He searched the tall grass for the sabers as he slowly tried to piece together where they had marooned him.
Anakin found his padawan's lightsaber first, clutching it tightly in his mechno-hand. "Ill find you, Ahsoka." Anakin promised, more to himself than anyone, else before setting off to find civilization; and to find Ahsoka.

Author's note: So that ends it for my first star wars fic. I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter, and if you guys have any questions or advice please drop a review (: I'm not sure how I feel about this but I spent a good amount of time on it so I kinda said fuck it and decided to post it.