(A/N) Thanks for the reviews, everyone! You all are great. Hope you enjoy this chapter, poor Obi-wan, that's all I'll say. Also, I have always found Count Dooku to be one of the most fascinating characters in both the movies and the television series. He's exceptionally powerful, and managed to go from an agent of good to one capable of serial murder in a matter of a couple of years. Interesting guy, really deserves more credit as a villain and character. He's also a bastard, but that's a different story. Anywho, enjoy.

Rex watched the General, keeping close eyes on his chest to make sure he was still breathing. He knew he wasn't asleep, but unconscious, and never, not even on Zygerria, had the Commander felt so helpless. They had come for him several times since they had been here, each time bringing him back in a bloddy mess, dumping him gracelessly on the floor of their cell and chaining him to the wall. He wasn't sure what the point of that was, the more he looked at the General's leg, the more he was convinced it was broken.

His leg, however oddly angled it was, was nothing compared to his upper body. Rex wasn't sure what they had found to whip this last time, his entire torso seemed to be covered in blood. Rex had seen wounds, terrible battle wounds where he had watched his brothers choke out final breaths as blood swelled in their chests and out of their lungs. This was different. Unlike those wounds, these weren't meant to kill, they were meant to torture.

He had taken to listening to the guards speak, and from the slight conversations he could hear outside their door, he had learned that they were the only prisoners in a veritable fortress. It would take serious firepower to break through the walls Count Dooku had constructed, and that was nothing of the small parcel of a droid army that defend the estate. The prison was on the Count's own property, and form what Rex could tell, since he had been in everyday to pick up Obi-Wan, he never left.

He heard a gasping noise, and new Obi-Wan was waking up. "General?" There was no response. "General, are you awake? Can you talk?"

"Yes." But his words were weak, his voice not the calm, level speech of the Negotiator Jedi, but dry, hoarse, and a shadow of what it had been.

"Is your leg broken, Sir?" He watched, barely able to make out anything specific in the dim light, as Obi-Wan tried to move his legs, and he heard his breath leave him in a pained rush.

"I believe so." He watched as Obi-wan tried to pull himself to the wall, keeping any weight off of his leg. He pulled up into a sitting position, leaning heavily on his side so as not to damage his back any further. "Are you hurt?"

The questions made Rex feel even worse than he already did. He knew of the General's compassion form word of mouth and assurance form his brothers in the General's battalion. The man was horrifically injured, perhaps dying, and yet Rex hadn't heard him scream, and each time he came back to consciousness, the first thing he asked was of Rex's health.

"I'm fine, General." He shifted his body, pushing out with his hands the extra cup of water and bread he had saved form when they had brought them food earlier, and left none for Obi-wan. He pushed it towards him with his foot. "Here, this might help." The Jedi looked at him gratefully, and took the water swallowing it down quickly. Not wanting to watch him eat, Rex looked away, and noticing, for the first time past the end of his bare feet, the dark stain that the General's blood had left on the floor.

Skywalker, he thought to himself, looking back over to see that Obi-Wan had finished the bread and gone into a restless sleep, if you're coming, it had better be soon.

Dooku threw his cape over the side over the bench in the garden. There was no need to wear it here, not in his place of meditation. He sat, his legs crossed, and considered all their was to consider. He drew on old Jedi teachings, letting the living force that surrounded him flow through his body to his fingertips and back into him where it settled like a weightless aura in his chest. He let out a long breath, concreting himself to the ground, existing in the knowledge that his great cycle of political turmoil was rocking the galaxy and corruption was nearing its end as the war drew to a close.

He stayed that way for a long time, breathing in the clean air of Serreno gardens, letting the pale, but warming sunlight wash over his body. "Count Dooku, Sir?" It was a protocol droid. "If I may interrupt, Sir, you have a communication coming through."

"Very well." He had been expecting a call from Sidious for days, since he had reported the capture of Kenobi. He rose to one knee as the droid placed and left a Holo-Pad on the grass in front of him, and blue, blurry form of the Chancellor came to life. "Greetings, Master."

"Tell me, Tyranus, of the progress you have made with the Jedi." His master did not return his greeting, nor give any indication that he was pleased with the turn of events.

"He is weakening, my Lord." Dooku looked up at the hooded figure, his small smile etched across his face. "Soon he will tell us all we need to know."

"I think you may be mistaken about that." His master's words were angry. "The Jedi have been trained to not reveal information about the order since their induction into the temple. You should know how secrecy is there way since birth. And you, my apprentice, do not know Kenobi as I do."

Dooku waited, recognizing that Sidious did not wish for him to speak or interrupt, despite the long pause between words. He could feel his own frustration growing. Kenobi was the apprentice of Qui-Gon, his own apprentice. He had held him captive before, been held hostage with him by pirates; Dooku dropped the smile form his face, no longer putting up the charismatic façade he normally possessed.

"Change your questioning. The Jedi will reveal nothing of the Order. Ask him instead of his friends: Skywalker, and his apprentice. Information we can use against Skywalker is what is most valuable to us." Dooku was surprised, but did not show it. His master knew Skywalker personally. "Skywalker will seek him, and soon. When he does, I doubt your ability to keep them apart." Dooku's lips tightened the faintest amount in anger, but he knew better than to give an open display. "Get the information we need, and dispose of the Jedi before that time comes. Skywalker's rage will unbalance him, and the war will be far closer to its end." The hologram cut out, and Dooku rose to a standing position.

He had unclear instructions, the things he was supposed to learn from Kenobi were not spelled out for him, though he could guess what they might be. He had not been told what to do with Skywalker, although in the back of his mind, he was certain that Sidious wanted him alive. He picked up his cape, reclipping it around his upper body to return to the house, a new plan being set into action.

Almost as an afterthought, he turned, and feeling the buzzing of the dark side of the force through his blood, swelling and threatening to grow out of control, it pulsed form his fingers in lighting and destroyed the Holo-Pad that had held his master only moments before.

It had been days since Anakin had felt the buzzing connection between himself and Dooku, but he could feel it again now. It was as if he was inside of the Seperatist Leader, he could hear his own boots making soft thuds on the stone floor beneath him. He could feel anger, and some other, twisted form of an emotion so buried that it would not surface. He felt himself, as Dooku, kick a door open and saw again the form of his master inside. Only this time, he was much worse. His features were drawn across his face, his skin pale. As he looked through Dooku's eyes he could see his booted foot twisting oddly to avoid stepping in a dark red stain on the floor. He felt a pulse of energy, hovering over the unconscious Jedi, and watched as form his own fingertips, a burst of blue lightning cut across the air between them.

He was aware, back in the realm of his own body, of his hands clenching and unclenching, his muscles tightening in fury as he watched Obi-Wan contract and writhe with pain, jarred from sleep. He shut his senses to Zygerria, focusing instead on the sounds he could hear as Rex, who must have been sharing a cell with his master, yelled for Dooku to stop. Focusing on the sight of his master's body, abused and breaking, coping again with bouts of agony that were no longer tempered by the force. He focused on Dooku, desperately trying to figure out something useful as tears came to his eyes and cold fury settled into his heart.

And it hit him, disrupting the vison as he saw Obi-Wan's eyes, a look of distraught agony pulled across his features.

"Serenno." He was so relieved, he spoke the word aloud Dooku had taken his master back to his home world.

"What was that?" The Queen spoke to him form her throne, looking down casually at him.

"Nothing, your highness." He spoke through gritted teeth. His master, and his Commander were on Serrenno; being tortured by Dooku. And he was here, on Zygerria. He looked out over the balcony, where he knew Ashoka was settled in her cage, and felt the waves of the force rolling off of her in her meditative state. He thought back to the images he had seen in his mind, and knew they had to leave.

Quickly.