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I work at Staples and with back-to-school starting to kick off, it might be hard for me to get chapters posted each day. I will do my best though:)

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Chapter Thirty-Six

The halls were empty. His boots made dull thuds that echoed each time they hit the metal floor. With each step, each breath he pushed himself to run faster. Harder.

With each step, each breath he could feel her her. Feel her fading. Their Bond might not be fully formed, but he could still feel her lungs struggling to push air through her body. The burning in her arms as they were pulled and twisted. The stabbing electrical burns that sent shock waves through her body. He could feel bones cracked and broken, ribs and feet.

Obi-Wan swallowed, focusing himself. Centering himself on his newly deepened and strengthened connection to the Force. The vision, the mysterious male figure lingered in his mind, but Obi-Wan shook it away.

Analise. He had to stay focused on his Moonbeam. She needed him.

At the end of the hall was a door. Heavy and metal. Sounds wouldn't be able to escape past it. He reached out and felt her presence stronger than ever. It was weak, fading. Still there.

The lock was familiar to him. It was a Force Lock, the one that was often used the most at the Temple. The lock had also been installed at some of the pass gates on Coruscant. The only way to unlock them was through the Force.

There was no hesitation. Just a smooth movement as Obi-Wan un-clipped his lightsaber from his belt with one hand and with the other sharply waved his hand over the lock. The gears inside whirred and clacked as they spun. A click and the door slide open.

"I was expecting, hoping even that young Skywalker and Qui-Gon would be with you Obi-Wan." Obi-Wan's lightsaber lit up, the blue blade casting a glow over the battle droids and MagnaGuards. The simple-minded cannon fodder droids stood by the door, guns at the ready. The pair of MagnaGuards stood on either side of Dooku and to the front , their staffs blazing.

Dooku stood by Analise, a sadistic grin on his face. Obi-Wan's heart was breaking, ready to burst out of his chest at the sight of her limp, broken body dangling from the ceiling. Fresh burns and bruises covered her skin. Bright red blood dripped from fresh and open cuts onto her clothes and the floor. Every breath he felt as if it were a struggle.

"Still a would-be lover is better than nothing. Tell me Knight Kenobi, I've heard much about your control. It is present even now?" Without warning Dooku grabbed a handful of Analise's hair and pulled it. Her head snapped back hard and painful, exposing a thin red line where she had been cut when Dooku had carelessly ripped the necklace from her neck.

Analise was so weak, she could barely cry out. All that came from her was a soft mew of pain before she bit down on her lip, already torn and bloody.

Everything in Obi-Wan screamed to let his rage loose. To unleash his wrath. Just this once. Just this once let go and use the power of his anger, fear to destroy all the droids. Destroy Dooku. Save Analise. It was like some ancient primal urge, more animal than human.

A faint, ghostly touch. A caress loving and soft. It soothed him, calmed and pushed back the raging beast that dwelled within Obi-Wan. His steel-grey eyes met her sky-blue. As she soothed the powerful Sun inside her brother, so too did she soothe the rage inside him. Her love, her touch in the Force was enough.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and brought his lightsaber up, his feet shifting into a Soresu stance. He let his mind be blank, free of everything except his focus. Get through the droids to Analise and Dooku.

Dooku's grin faded into a deep, unsettling frown. His bait wasn't working. He had hoped to push Obi-Wan over the edge. To push him into a anger, a rage so blinding and out-of-control that it would be a simple matter to end his life. To win.

Obi-Wan's death wouldn't turn Anakin. It would just make it that much easier for the young man to connect with his darker emotions, to loose control. But the death of such a promising Jedi Knight would be something to savor. To enjoy.

"Get him!"

"Roger roger!" Analise gave a cry as the droids took aim and began to fire. The cry died as she observed Obi-Wan. Just as he watched her when she spared or did katas, so too did Analise watch Obi-Wan when he was working with his lightsaber.

With a snarl Dooku backhanded Analise so hard she blacked out, head dropping and hanging to her chest. Love. To Dooku it was weak and pathetic.

Obi-Wan was all-but-a master in the form of Soresu. He had taught it to both her and Anakin. His blade was a blur of light, a humming wand of deadly laser as he shifted from Soresu into Shien. No longer just deflecting the bolts, he was now aiming them at the battle droids, taking them with their own blasts.

One by one the battle droids fell, their tinny voices echoed around the small chamber as their programming allowed them to feel the pain of their circuits being burned and cut by blaster bolt and lightsaber. Dooku growled as his cannon fodder went down.

Kenobi had never been this connected to the Force before. This in tune with it. Something had changed. He glared at the young woman still dangling from the chains. Every minute a little bit more of life left her body. Her eyes though followed every single movement of the Jedi Knight's. No matter how small.

With the battle droids out of the way Obi-Wan's focus never wavered as he stepped forward to take on the MagnaGuards. He moved swiftly as the pair raised their staffs to meet him. Without needing to think Obi-Wan shifted to Ataru, launching himself up and over the droids, slashing out with his lightsaber, cutting down one before he even hit the ground. It fell to his feet in pieces even as he never stopped moving, now lashing out with a djem so strike, pushing back the electrostaff creating an opening for which Obi-Wan could jam his blade into. Bits of machine and wire snapped and the MagnaGuard fell first to his knees, then its head hit the ground.

Calm, but triumphant Obi-Wan stood before Dooku, his lightsaber blade out if front of him. "Surrender Dooku. Let Analise down and come with me. You have much to answer for."

A laugh and a red blade came up in a Makashi salute. It jarred Obi-Wan for a moment. Analise favored Makashi. The classic lightsaber form suited her. She made it elegant and graceful when she used it to spar. It was light and lovely. Dooku's version of Makashi was elegant, but cold and heavy. Each move filled with dark, anger, hatred.

It was then that Obi-Wan noticed that Analise was no longer awake. His heart leapt to his throat. "Analise!"

"Weak Kenobi. So weak." They circled each other. Blades struck out, meeting with humming crash, flashing green where they met. "A poor excuse for a Jedi Knight. Coming all the way here to save the life of one worthless, useless girl. That is not the Jedi way; choosing the life of one over the life of a thousand."

"The Jedi are changing Dooku. Changing for the better and it's all because of Analise!" Obi-Wan charged at Dooku, but the former Jedi was able to dodge out of the way. He brought his lightsaber down, intending to slash Obi-Wan's back, but Obi-Wan dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way.

"Why fight for her at all? You're not the Negotiator! Just some weak Jedi Knight. A slave to the Republic."

Obi-wan raised his lightsaber above his head, ready to strike. "I am no slave Dooku and I don't care if I'm the Negotiator or not. As long I am by her side, it is enough. I am willing to give up everything for her!"