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It should have been simple mission. That was what Obi-Wan kept returning to as he stared out into the burning light of stars rushing past them in hyperspace. It should have been a simple mission, and relatively safe too, well, certainly far safer than a lot of the missions they had been on recently. He knew that they were in a war, that nothing was really 'simple' any more, but still, he couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard of Anakin's attack flying back to Couruscant, couldn't stop the feeling of ice flooding his chest when he heard Anakin's last transmission, which ended in a lot of swearing, a lot of static and the sound blaster shots.

He shouldn't feel that way, Obi-Wan knew he shouldn't; he should be concerned, yes (Anakin was his padawan after all), but only to a certain extent. Jedi didn't harbour this amount of fear for people because that implied attachment, a weakness he knew better than to indulge. Yet still, it didn't stop him worrying and his worry grew even more when he felt a stab of fear and pain shoot through their bond two days after Anakin's attack. It told him that he was alive, which was something at least, but that was all he could be told. There was no information, no actual communication via their bond, just emotion, constant raw emotion. Obi-Wan found it difficult to sleep because of it; it was hard to rest when he could sense his padawan's constant fear and exhaustion throbbing through the Force, hard not to worry when he could feel his padawan's suffering. He thought that it would be difficult for anyone, even a Jedi, to withstand that.

Of course, he had the ability to block Anakin out, but something in him was refusing to allow such relief. It was as though if he didn't feel Anakin's presence, then he ceased to exist all together. He knew that that wasn't the case, knew that this constant call for help was doing him more harm than good, but he still couldn't bring himself to shield himself from his padawan's calls for more than a few hours at least.

He didn't understand why, if Anakin could convey his state of mind, he couldn't pass anything else across their bond; there were no images, no words, only emotion. It was as though it was something involuntary, like he had lost the ability to put up mental shields. Obi-Wan couldn't imagine why Anakin would lose his ability to transmit information to him. It wasn't just Anakin's seeming disabilities that were concerning. There was a change in their bond... No, not in their bond. That remained as strong as ever, despite his padawan's difficulties. No, the change was in Anakin. Obi-Wan feel could feel it, as though something had shifted in his Force signature, though what could possibly cause it and how it happened was beyond him. It was something... indescribable. He felt changed somehow, though what on Earth it could be was beyond him. Something was just different.

Sighing, Obi-Wan stroked his beard. He knew that he should try not to dwell on it too much. No use wasting energy on trying to solve the unexplainable. Besides, there were other very curious factors to what seemed to be Anakin's kidnapping. For one, Anakin wasn't the only person they were looking for. It had been four days since the first rescue party had been dispatched, Obi-Wan unable to attend as he himself had been on a mission of his own at the time and since they had reported landing, there had been nothing but silence. They could only assume the worse. A team of trained clones and two Jedi Knights wouldn't simply forget to contact, nor would they take so long in a rescue mission, that everyone was almost sure of. The question was, who would have the skill or the means to kill soldiers that they couldn't even contact for help?

The only possible explanation Obi-Wan could think of was that someone was trying to get information off Anakin, but if they were torturing him, then surely he would feel pain through their bond, not just fear? Yes, there was some pain, but not to the extent that would equate it to torture. So, if they weren't torturing the Jedi, who would want him? His padawan had a great deal of raw power, something which he knew certain people would want to abuse or attempt to take control over, but still, they took a great risk shooting the Jedi down. Whoever wanted to tap into that raw power risked a great deal to achieve their ends. And if it wasn't his skills they sought, than what else would it be? There had been no ransom demand, no form of any communication and clearly their plan wasn't to kill Anakin.

What disturbed Obi-Wan the most though was how they had even managed to even find Anakin. Before the crash, Anakin had reported that he thought that he was being tailed, not long after his departure from Kitara, a small planet being coerced into joining the Sepratists. Obi-Wan doubted that someone who had gone to such great lengths to keep his padawan captive for so long and to stop those who tried free him would have done so on a whim. It had all been meticulously planned. If Anakin had noticed being followed leaving the planet, he would have most certainly noticed being followed going there. Someone had previous knowledge of his whereabouts, had been lying in wait whilst he was carrying out his mission, a thought which sent a cold thrill running up his spine. Anakin's mission wasn't common knowledge and it certainly wasn't something that the public would take an interest in. Only those inside the temple were aware of his padawan's leaving at all. An enemy within was most certainly not what Obi-Wan had anticipated, yet there was no other conclusion he could really come to, lest Anakin had told someone outside the temple for some reason or another. Still, a spy wasn't a particularly pleasant thought, especially in a time of war.

Obi-Wan found the entire situation strange, ominous and he would be grateful when it was all figured out and he had his padawan back by his side. Still, they a few hours to go yet before they reached their destination. It would be to his advantage if he made use of the time and rested or at least meditated instead of worrying over what was now the unsolvable. Rather resignedly, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes, preparing to meditate before a sharp stab of fear cut through his conciousness. He flinched, wincing. His padawan must be in a dire strait to be so incapable to keep his mental shields up. Again, the icy feeling seeped through his bones, dark fear clutching at his heart. It was difficult to shake off the worry when he could feel his fear with such painful clarity. It wouldn't do either of them good if Obi-Wan allowed himself to give into the paralysing knowledge that something terrible was happening to Anakin. His padawan. It was so very tempting, to panic, to allow fear to consume him, yet he refused to give in. It would not help Anakin if he did. Closing his eyes, sent calming waves across their bond, hoping it would manage to help.

"I am coming for you, padawan," Obi-Wan spoke across their bond, gentle, soothing, not allowing the fear that was gnawing at his insides to bleed through to his message, even though he knew there would be no reply, "hold on, Anakin. I'm coming."

With a deep sigh, he brought up his shields, unable to hold back a sigh of relief as the feelings of fear left his conciousness, ignoring the guilt that it brought. He sunk into the Force, allowed it to envelop him and sunk deep into meditation. When he finally submerged, they had come out of hyperspace. It wouldn't be long until they reached the planet. There was only himself and Raena Hamaski on this mission, despite knowing that there could be other potential rescuees, the chances of finding any survivors other than Anakin were slim. With a relatively small ship and a strong cloaking device, they would be able to infiltrate the planet undetected.

The planet they were heading to, Maelin, was small forest planet with no civilisation save a few factories abandoned by a failed business who had attempted to tap into the natural resources of the planet. One of the said factories was were Anakin was held. The first search party had really done all of the work for them in regards to discerning which factory it was; now all they had to do was infiltrate it, which was harder than it sounded. Whoever had Anakin had funds, plenty enough to buy themselves a sophisticated defence system. It would be no doubt crawling with droids, which would be problematic, yet it didn't make their mission impossible, merely more complicated.

They needed to land some way off the factory so as not to draw attention to themselves, yet close enough to make a quick enough return should they need to. Judging by Anakin's emotions, it was doubtful he would be in good enough condition to travel long distances or to fight his way out of the factory should they need to, though it the rescue team were still alive, hopefully they would be able to help should the situation call for it. They'd have to make their way to the factory on foot and enter it with as much stealth as possible, which would be relatively easily, seeing as both Jedi had the layouts for the factory memorised. It wouldn't be as quick a rescue as either Jedi would like, both well aware that they were hard pressed for time, but if they didn't do it right, then chances were that they'd both end up being killed and that wouldn't help Anakin in the slightest.

He glanced at Raena as she sat down next to him, her face pinched with concentration as she stared at the green planet coming into view, watching as the emerald mass below became clearer and clearer, the outlines of trees now melting away the jade sea. They landed with no incident, thankfully. Evidently whoever was in the factory didn't expect anyone else to attempt another rescue.

They tracked their way through the forest in silence, both Jedi's minds set solely on what was ahead. As the factory came up, Obi-Wan brought his shields back up. He needed his whole being concentrated on the task at hand. As expected, the factory was well guarded with droids. Still, Obi-Wan tried to stay positive. Droids were far easier defeated than humans and the Jedi had always preferred the feel of electric sparks against his skin as opposed to splatters of blood. They looked strangely out of place, shining new droids against the backdrop the abandoned, crumbling factory. It certainly didn't look like there had been any attempt to turn the building into an operational military base, yet it was clear whoever was there had enough money to do so.

As planned, Raena turned left, whilst Obi-Wan went right, both Jedi slipping through the undergrowth with silent speed. The entrance Obi-Wan was aiming for was a small side entrance and poorly defended by a sole droid that could be easily taken care of. He slipped by it with ease, pleased that he didn't have to cause attention by drawing out his lightsaber. The silence within the factory was unnerving, as was the fact that it was just as derelict on the inside as it was on the out. Hand at his weapon, he proceeded as silently as possible through the empty corridor. It was only then that he let down his mental shields.

"I'm here, padawan. Give me some sort of sign, any if you can. I know you haven't been able to contact me, but try." Obi-Wan continued to creep along the silent hall, ears pricked for any sound. He continued along for a time until he came to a room with a door hanging off it's hinges. He slipped inside, frowning. What had once been an office had been torn apart; the large wooden desk on it's side, papers as well as shattered datapads scattered around the floor. What drew his attention to it though was that this room looked as though it had been recently used. There wasn't the thick dust that covered the corridors outside, nor the grime and cobwebs. Something else was wrong with the room; he could sense Anakin's presence here, he could feel him here, yet there was no Anakin and certainly no place where he could hide. So where was he? He heard something shift and instantly he put his hand on his lightsaber. He shouldn't have allowed himself to be distracted, should have sensed that someone or something or than Anakin occupied that room.

Obi-Wan stared at the overturned desk, where the sound had originated from and waited. It could just be a rat, but something told him that it wasn't. It couldn't be his padawan; he was in no way small enough to hide from behind that desk. He stared for what felt like an age, before a small hand appeared on the side of the desk. A child's face peered out, only for a second, before turning back with a squeak. The Jedi blinked in surprise, taken aback. What on earth was a child doing here, of all places? Shaking off his surprise, he crouched down on the floor, gazing at where the hand had been.

"Come out, my little friend," Obi-Wan said quietly, a gentle smile gracing his features, "I will not harm you."

There was a perceptible pause, before a flash of blonde hair and black material came rushing straight at Obi-Wan. The Jedi couldn't stop a smile as the small boy flung himself at his legs, quite literally, for the tunic he wore was far too big and had tripped up the child's skittering feet.

But that was Anakin's tunic.

Obi-Wan stared. What was this youngling doing wearing his padawan's clothes, the youngling in question clinging to his legs so tightly he wondered if he was trying to stop the circulation flow there. And why was there relief flooding through the bond, such overwhelming relief? Unless Raena had got to Anakin before he had...

It took a moment for everything to slide into place. Obi-Wan stared at the small boy, whose face was hidden against his knees. No... It couldn't be. But he could feel his presence, his force signature, he was right here in this very room... Not quite able to speak, he tapped the boy's shoulder, watching as the small face turned up to meet his. It took Obi-Wan nearly a full minute for him to speak.

"Anakin?"