A/N: I am terribly sorry that it has taken me so long to update but my last exam has been and gon so the updates will be more regular :) Hope you enjoy this piece.

Siri Tachi felt sick. Her stomach was still rolling as her head spun at the sudden emptiness of Force. Her eyes had yet to clear of the tears that had formed there a few hours before. She sniffed and tried not to blink. Too many tears had fallen and she didn't want to appear weak in front of Dooku.

He'd left the room she was being held in after he managed to pick himself up off the floor. He'd looked haunted, as though his soul had been ripped out and Siri could not imagine what it felt like for him: even though he'd left the Order, Yoda was still his master and the bond they shared was as strong as any other. No one had been in to see her, to torture her or taunt her since he left and Siri wondered what the Sith was going on.

She let her mind wander and she felt a few fluctuations, as though the Force was working on something but she couldn't follow the ripples. They were too distant and distorted. She felt Ferus tap into her mind and she tried to send comforting waves to him but she could feel his tension. As much as she had grown to like Ferus, he was still far too uptight for his own good. He was like Obi-Wan, always following the rules to a fault and it often landed him in trouble: he thought too much about his actions before he acted. It often frustrated her but she had always tried to be supportive.

She heard the door to her cell opening and she looked up but there was no one there. She frowned and struggled against the unbreakable bonds that were holding her in place. She looked up again and her frown only deepened.

"Ferus?"

Surely this was a mind game? How had Ferus gotten free from his own cell?

"Master," he replied with a nod as he moved towards the pedestal she was hovering over.

"How did you get out?" Siri followed him with her eyes as his fingers traced over the blank stone that was holding her in place. He looked up at her and Siri was taken aback by the dark circles under his eyes, the red rimmed sockets and the tear stains tracking down his dirty face. He had a large gash on his left temple and forehead and the blood was trickling down into his eye. She saw blood dripping from his awkwardly held arm and she wanted nothing more than to reach out to him and check his injuries. "What happened to you?" She asked with fear in her voice.

"There was a bang from outside my room somewhere and then the Force shield that was holding me disengaged and I fell to the floor." He looked down at his left arm. "I think I may have broken my arm in the fall."

Siri thought about this. Was that what she had felt the Force working on? Setting Ferus free? Surely not, for she knew that the Force never did that. Her eyes darted up to the door to see if anyone had come looking for the errant prisoner but there was no one there. She looked down at Ferus once more. He moved to a wall over in the corner and waved his hand over it in several places until a small console appeared. He turned to her and grinned unsteadily and she smiled encouragingly back.

"I think this is how to disengage it properly," he said with slight humour in his voice. She watched as he fiddled with a few buttons. She felt the restraints on her arms and legs unlock and she instantly pulled her hands in front of her, ignoring the cramp in her shoulders. "I… I'm sorry if I don't… If you fall," he muttered quietly and Siri felt her heart constrict at seeing him so broken.

She felt herself being slowly lowered to the floor and her knees buckled under her weight. Ferus was by her side in an instant. She picked herself back up with the help of her Padawan and she stretched out her muscles. She could feel survival instinct kick in instantly and she ushered Ferus to the wall by the door.

"Was there many guards outside?" She asked as she ducked her head out of the door and looked up and down the empty corridor.

Ferus shook his head.

"There was no one at all."

Siri looked back at him and she could see the confusion in his eyes as he too looked out of the door. They shared a long look and then moved out into the corridor, making as little noise as possible. The building they were in was very modern and impeccably clean considering the dusty planet that Geonosis was.

"This is all very… concerning," Siri muttered and she saw Ferus nod from the edge of her vision.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, winding through hallways that were as empty as the ones before. They were entirely reliant on the Force to guide them to wherever it was that they were going. They shared few whispered words as they walked through the halls that had suddenly become dark. They trampled on things they couldn't see and they tried not to breathe in the stench of death. Something had happened on Geonosis and they wanted to know what it was.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi really didn't think life could get much worse than it was right at that moment. He'd been stripped naked and was standing in the middle of a room, his arms held above his head with invisible restraints while his captor simply stared at him with dark, lifeless eyes. He could feel her pushing images into his head, images of a dying Yoda, of an injured Windu, of him and Siri doing things that were entirely unbecoming of Jedi. He knew it was all fake but when she had shown him Yoda lying in a life-pod with Padmé hovering over him, he's had the strange sense that it was real.

She'd blocked his Force use, probably with the thick metal clamp that was now around his neck. He could feel the weight straining against his neck, pulling him forward and all he wanted to do was sit on the hard floor and give his legs a rest.

He'd been hung up for hours, how many he didn't know. His captor alternated between leaving him in the dark for an hour, or the light, or in silence, or with noise or with her eyes burning holes into his flesh.

He was only thankful that she wasn't beating him. His body still ached from the last one with the white eyed fiend. He locked eyed with her once again and felt a chill run through his body.

"You're much quieter than your companion," she murmured as she circled him once again. He felt her finger trace over the small of his back and he jerked away from her touch.

"I have no companion."

She came back around to his front and stood directly in front of him, with her eyes boring into his.

"I beg to differ," she murmured again, her eyes unyielding. "He's quite the talker, your Padawan."

Obi-Wan felt his heart stop. He watched as his captor turned her back to him and he closed his eyes and attempted to kick start his heart. She had Anakin? Surely not. She had to be riling him up. Using Anakin as a means to get him to say something. When he opened his eyes, he found hers once again staring into his soul.

It wasn't the first time that his eyes had scoured over her body. He noted again the two lightsabers attached to her belt and he wondered where she got them from, how much she knew of the Force. Had she really managed to overpower Anakin and keep him captured?

Or maybe even kill him?

He shook his head.

"I don't believe you."

It sounded weak even to his ears but he didn't know what else to do.

He saw her smirk as she waved her hand at the door and it slid open. His eyes instantly flew to entryway but there was nothing there. He'd half expected Anakin to come wandering in. What he didn't expect though, was for his Padawan's lifeless body to slide across the floor to the palm of his captor's hand. His eyes rooted onto his unconscious – dead? – Padawan. He certainly looked alive.

His eyes snapped up to hers once more as he saw her black blade ignite and place itself dangerously close to Anakin's throat.

He gulped. She smirked.

"Now, will you tell me what it is I want to know?"

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Siri Tachi stood rooted to the spot, her hands held up in the air. What the Sith was going on?

White armoured body's lined every inch of surface in one of the larger halls in the cavern they had been captured in. And currently, all of those white armoured body's were pointing a blaster and her and her Padawan.

Her eyes roved over the apparent Army and she felt her heart begin to pick up pace after it had stopped and almost jumped out of her mouth. She saw a small head bobbing over the top of the others and her eyes instantly focused on it.

She had to say, that the shape of the body looked strikingly familiar. Identical to the bodies they had seen on Kamino. She watched as the tall, lithe figure walked to the fore of the army and the black eyes stared at her.

"We had hoped to find you," the white alien finally spoke and Siri looked to Ferus.

He had the same dazed looked in his eyes that she was sure was in hers.

What the Sith was going on?