Unlike Kenobi, Tera remained under the guise as a Human slaver. She wanted to help him from capture and certain torture, but swallowed her pride knowing they were here to save the colonists and POWs and free them from the reprocessing center. Outside of the Governor, the colonists will remained strong. A colonel of courage hidden behind layers of nerves. The fat Zygerrian slob watching his cattle being worked to death brought him great joy, seeming disinterested whether their wills became broken or not.

On the bright side, Anakin and Ahsoka kept their facades up and it is unlikely Obi-Wan will break. He's been tortured before and never given up information. Tera's admired him for that. A trait she hopes to emulate in the unlikely event she fails to allude capture.

"Your people need you." Tera wouldn't give the Governor a moment's rest until he committed to fighting back. "This is our time. Each second that passes, your people and my soldiers grow weaker." Roshti grumbled curse words, clearly directed towards Tera. Though, deep in his heart he knew she was right.

"I will talk to my people. You talk to your soldiers." That's all Tera needed to hear. "Make sure to have transports ready for us."

"Of course."

Outside of the shack, Tera spotted Ahsoka huddled in the corner sleeping. A pebble hits her face, stirring her out of her slumber. "Ahsoka, it's time. The Queen is holding a party and her guards are drunk. We can slip under the radar."

Ahsoka wanted to hear those words, even if she's been playing the role of a slave for a brief time it broke her inside to see how her people were treated with no mercy even for the women carrying a child, and the children themselves working in the fields until sundown or worse, the spice mines.

"What is that noise?" An older man, he saw the Human woman and mistook her for a Zygerrian. Immediately, he capitulates. It isn't until she moves further into the dim moonlight he sees Tera missing the distinct features of a Zygerrian.

"Relax, I am not here to harm you." Tera explains. "I am a Jedi sent by the Galactic Republic to free you."

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A fire burned in his belly, the negative words of his detractors playing on repeat in his mind. Kyle was going to show Anakin what kind of fighter he is by winning the tournament.

After a surge of adrenaline and confidence, he came down and experienced self doubt once more. "I'll show them all!" turned into "What's the point?" believing his peers all see him as a phony loser anyway. He looks at the monitor in the locker room to see Vakidis wrestling with little rest working just as hard as his first. Looking around at the various men and women from all walks of life gearing up for their respective matches, he wonders what it is that makes them all tick. How do they swim in an overcrowded pond and hope to gain the recognition they deserve?

Kyle felt he stood out in the Jedi Order because of his style, while simultaneously getting lost in the shuffle as just another wannabe.

Vakidis won, yet again and went towards Kyle preparing for his match. "You don't look so good." Vakidis notices the tiny bags forming under Kyle's eyes.

"Couldn't sleep." He said curtly, preoccupied wrapping his fist up in tape.

"Thinking about your match tonight?" Vakidis asks. Kyle didn't even know who he was facing, not even giving it a thought. "Don't be, you got this one."

"Just... I'm just..." He shakes his head, it isn't worth talking about. Better to shut up and do his job. His com-link went off, hastily he hides it from the others.

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Anakin was pleased at the headway Tera was able to make in such a short time, from what Ahsoka told her. His optimistic demeanor came to a screeching halt when she informs him of Kenobi's capture. "It's always something."

"I've been on missions where the shoe was on the other foot, so I wouldn't judge." Tera jokes when she told Ahsoka. Tera is was able to communicate with Anakin via hologram.

"We need to-" Anakin wanted to start the procedure to rescuing his master, like always Tera shot him down reminding him of the bigger play at hand.

"I have the situation under control, and Master Kenobi will not break and give up our plans. Skywalker, your only concern is providing us with a transport. Anakin ponders how he'll play the Queen's servant and make moves on the side. Given the fact the Queen put Anakin in a position where he isn't under her surveillance all the time, the order wasn't too tall to fill.

Their brief conversation came to a close, Anakin tells Tera the Queen has despatched Proxy to hunt them down. He senses someone was listening in, luckily it was only Kyle who was eager to hear the most recent developments. "So what's the plan?"

"I have my direct ordered, yours are the same as before." Anakin explains. "Stay here and watch out for Ahsoka."

"You're leaving?" Kyle was perplexed. "How king you think until the Queen's boy toy isn't around?" Anakin resented that term, "boy toy."

"Don't worry about me, I have my ways."

Later, Ahsoka was trying her best to stay away from the grisly, gents populating the locker room. Everyone knew she was the property of the Queen. Some, however, thought of this as a challenge to provide their masculinity and sought court her. Kyle watched from the corner, not leaving, knowing Ahsoka could take care of herself, but if she did it would blow their cover sky high.

"Slave girl!" Kyle calls to her. Ahsoka ignores the calls, believing it to be some catcalling undesirable. "Hey!" Giving up, she finally turned around to see it was Kyle. Cautiously, she walks over to him by the refresher. All the talent who used the facility have gone home or in the middle of packing up their belongings. His match was about to begin, it was against Knack.

"What?" Ahsoka didn't understand what was so important to speak about to have Kyle risk compromising the mission.

"Are you okay?" He simply asks her, which threw her off-guard.

"What do you mean?" Kyle gestures to her revealing attire.

"I'm worried, maybe you should go back to the Queen. At least their you're giving her foot massages and-"

"You don't know what a slave girl does, do you?" She notices.

"I'm worried, I want you safe."

"I can take care of myself, stop worrying. I'm not defenseless." Kyle could tell Ahsoka felt insulted. Silly him to have ever thought he could spin the story to protect Ahsoka's ego. "Besides, the Queen sent me here practically to be eye candy." Kyle couldn't help but chuckle.

"Really?"

Ahsoka put her hands on her hips. "What?" Kyle held you his hands. "Oh, nothing." Ahsoka egged him on, pushing him to say what was on his mind. "You are a catch." He admitted. They both blush, Kyle couldn't believe he mustered up the courage to say such a thing. Ahsoka tried to play it off.

"Eyes up here, champ." Kyle was many things, a perv wasn't one of them.

"Hey, Monix, how about you save some for the rest of us?" Knack jeers from the side.

"What did you-" Ahsoka was about to beat the living Hell out of the Zygerrian cretan, Kyle jumped in. "Hey, the Queen gave her to me for the time being, I'll let you know when I'm done." He shooed him away. Not taking the rejection kindly, Knack attempted to move forward on Ahsoka, grabbing her wrist. Kyle steps in between them. "You got a problem?" He asks the Zygerrian. After a long stare down, the Zygerrian let's go and walk away.

"Monix!" He heard the coordinator call for him. "You're on!" Kyle hastily laced up his boots.

"Wish me luck."

"How about you break a leg?" She smirks.

"Love the irony, not so sure whether you mean it that way or not." He shoots back, also with a smirk. He knew this mission was the most important he's ever been on, but he had to admit this was the most comfortable he's ever felt in his own skin.

It turns out, Kyle didn't need any luck. He was in the zone today, thoroughly dominating his opponent. Executing his superkick to put the finishing touches on a wonderful match. His blood was pumping, his confidence at an all time high, Kyle looks up to the luxury box where Anakin sat next to the Queen, giving him the "Bring it on" gesture, goading him to come down and face him. This perplexed Miraj.

"Lars, is that your client challenging you?"

Anakin wasn't even watching. When he saw Kyle, his face turned red. "What is he doing?" He became furious. "It's how I train him..." He stammered. Kyle went up the ramp, not caring the Zygerrians still hated him. He welcomed it and wouldn't have it any other way.

"I've never seen you so aggressive, Kyle." Vakidis seemed worried.

"I'm done." Kyle defiantly replied. "I'm done playing nice. I'm going to win this tournament and prove my worth, even if it kills me."

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The Queen told him to go hunt down the slaves. When the trail went cold, Proxy decided to see Kenobi. The sight of him contained brought him back to the time Kenobi was held captive on Geonosis. His hands confined in thin ray shield, suspended in air, his hands and legs confined together, respectively.

"Pardon me, I don't believe we've met?" Obi-Wan has doused off, but still possesses his wit.

"Perhaps, I've seen you tons of times, admiring you from afar."

"It's great to know I have my fans."

"You also have your fair share of detractors. Particularly here, on Kadavo."

"So what is it that brings you here?" Kenobi asks.

"I just wanted to meet you. It's not everyday you can meet a Jedi."

"I don't know what you're-"

"Spare me, please. In my line of business, I don't have a lot of time left. I don't like wasting mine shifting through half-hearted efforts to deceit me."

"Very well." Kenobi wasn't sure what Primo was talking about.

"The Queen wants you to confess to the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Orders' attempts you overthrow the Zygerrian Empire. I'll level with you, Master Jedi, no matter what you do your end is imminent." Primo felt Kenobi deserved to know. "I know you're not alone. Where is your Padawan?"

"You've must be mistaken, I don't have a Padawan." Kenobi corrects him.

"You know what I meant, Jedi." Proxy says grimly.

"He isn't with me." Kenobi could sense Proxy powers of deduction was weak, he could get away with lying. Primo glares at Obi-Wan, searching for a quip that wasn't there.

"You could saved your Padawan, you're signing his death warrant." He warns.

"Any student of mine, can handle the likes of you." Kenobi confidently retorts. Proxy only grows more ambitious.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to find out."