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I could clearly remember the day I was promoted from 'youngling' to 'padawan'. I was so excited for that moment, most deemed me to be too young for the role, but Master Yoda and Master Windu thought otherwise.

I remember part of my hair being braided, then the rest cut shorter than I had it previously, reaching down past my buttocks. I missed my hair being that length, but I remember how proud I felt to have the padawan braid. Maybe I could grow my hair back to that length when I pass my training?

A hard blow to my right cheek brought me out of my thoughts, my head whipped to the side.

"Tell me what I want to know!" Said the deep gravelly voice of the man who seemed to be trying to interrogate me.

I was in a small room, sealed off from a larger corridor. Tied to a chair. He'd tried using the force to get the information from me, as a Jedi, it didn't work on me. So it seemed, he had resorted to violence.

I didn't respond, I was not going to give in, not because of a little bit of violence. I had been taught much better than this. Additionally, I knew that help would arrive at any moment. I hoped.

After several more moments of trying to beat the answer out of me, the man seemed to leave the room. Locking me in. I studied him as he walked away, his yellow and black skin, and the horns atop his head reminded me of someone I had been taught about during training. Maybe this was the one and only Savage Oppress.

I waited, and I waited, for what seemed like a millennium. I decided to try and take matters into my own hands. Using my strength to easily breaking my bindings. I worked quickly on those binding my ankles too, they came away just as easily.

Standing up, I heard every joint in my body crack, from prolonged sitting. I looked around, surveyed my area and quickly decided that there would be no way out for me.

Sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, I shut my eyes, effectively shutting out the world which I did not wish to focus upon.

Down the hallway, eight rooms down, I could hear some sort of meeting. Speaking of 'the filthy jedi', which was obviously myself. I could hear my mater calling out through my transmitter, which had been taken from me upon my capture. This only infuriated the group of sith more, while it gave me hope that they were coming.

The sound of metal upon metal caught my attention, it was in the other direction of what I had previously been listening to. Three pairs of feet gently hit the floor below the original noise. I was a little confused until I heard my master's hushed whispers.

Leaping to my feet, as quiet as possible, I rushed over to the force field sealing me in.

"Master Kenobi." I said, in the most toned down level I dared, I stayed alert monitoring what was happening down the hall from where I was.

"Alpa-Ven, is there any way for you to get out?" My master asked once he had stopped in front of my cell, I shook my head and informed him of the group down the hall.

"They open the doors with a sensor imbedded in the skin of their wrists, Master." Looking at him and his two companions, his former padawan Anakin, and his own padawan Ahsoka. I suddenly had a plan.

"I'll make a noise in here, they'll send someone out to check on me, then you knock them out. Then you can use their arm to get me out?"

"Well Obi-Wan, you have a very smart padawan." Anakin stated, to which Ahsoka rolled her eyes at him, taking it as a dig at her.

The plan went just the way we thought it would have. And, somehow the siths down the hall were none the wiser. As we hurried as quietly as we could away from the room, I thanked them all for coming to get me.

"Where's your lightsaber, Alpa-Ven?" Asked Obi-Wan, with a look of disapproval, he had always told me that my lightsabre is my life and that I should never lose it no matter what.

"I was stripped of it; I dare say Count Dooku has it." I answered in the polite way I was taught; I was told of how Anakin would be very defiant to the word of Master Kenobi.

With a sigh he nodded his head.

"We're going to have to try and get it then aren't we?" This earned a small chuckle from Anakin.

As we turned the corner, we were confronted to a wide open space of a sort of office type room. But it was crammed full of droids and clones.


Hi everyone, I hope you liked the first part of my story, this is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any feedback!

Also, I know that it is not canon for Obi-Wan to have another Padawan at this point, but I think that it fits rather well for what I have in mind for the rest of the story. Thank you for reading! :)