Count Dooku, Jango Fett, his son, and the two disgusting Neimoidians with cult-like robes and hats watched from above as the large, rusted-brown gate lifted, allowing the ferocious cat-beast to pounce on his new prey.
Obi-Wan Kenobi surveyed the enormous arena. Hundreds-possibly thousands of the long-snouted, winged Geonosians watched upon rows of sandstone seats, most of them yelling and babbling in their native language, which just sounded like gargling. How he wished he wasn't there, but Jedi must be patient.
Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu's padawan, who Obi-Wan shared a great bond with, and Padme Amidala, the senator of Naboo, occupied the two dark sand-textured pillars to his right, also in metal cuffs attached to chains which connected to the top of the thin cylindrical structures. Both of them, especially Anakin, seemed anxious, also looking throughout the arena.
Obi-Wan was unsure what would happen next. Gently pressing his eyes together, trying to concentrate on his breathing, he knew that whatever would come next would be the will of the Force. All they had to do was wait. Waiting like he did that one time when dueling the threatening sith lord, the first one in hundreds of years.
Yes, the sith lord! Surely Padme remembers him, or was that her bodyguard? Whatever, it didn't matter.