TITLE: The Wrath Of The Jedi - Chapter II: The Meeting

AUTHOR: Channy

RATING: R

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SUMMARY: Obi & Xani attempt to take over the Imperial Remnant.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, there are many crossed timelines, but let's just sit back and enjoy, hrm?



Xanatos DuCruet struggled against the hands that pinned his shoulders to the walls of his dark cell. Another set of hands administered a clear liquid into his arm, leaving him cut-off from the Force. Xanatos snarled at the tall, middle-aged woman as she replaced the vile and needle into a silver med-kit. Both she and her male counterpart wore Imperial rank-badges, although their attire was entirely different. She was dressed as a medic, and he looked like a Moff's aid. Xanatos himself was clad in tight-fitting black trousers and combat tunic.

The man released his grip on Xanatos and let his lithe frame slump to the floor. The woman slung the kit over her shoulder and left the cell. Xanatos felt the sting of a kick to his stomach before he was left alone in the dark. He didn't know how long he had been there, it seemed like forever, and being stripped of the Force made everything seem longer, unbearable. As soon as the effects of whatever it was they were giving him would wear off, he'd make vicious attempts to escape. They had learned this quickly, and he was sedated more frequently now.

As Xanatos lay against the wall, his mind traveled against to ponder how and why he was here in the first place. He couldn't remember much about being captured to begin with, just that he was. Xani shifted his position from side to back, in a vain attempt at comfort in the hot, dank cell. His entire body ached with indiscernible pain and he longed for a shower.

Suddenly, a slit of light shone from the doorway, assaulting his eyes. Another body was shoved into the cell, and the light disappeared. Xanatos squinted, trying to make out the frame. He gasped, "Obi-Wan?" At first Xanatos wondered from there the raspy voice has come, before he realized it was his own.

"Xan!" Came a voice much clearer than his own.

Xanatos couldn't believe that Obi-Wan was there. Part of him was joyed at seeing his lover after so much time, but another part was furious that Obi-Wan had been put through the same torment that he had,

He heard Obi-Wan sit rather clumsily in the farthest corner from the door, he let out a low groan. Xanatos' eyes widen in concern and he crawled his way over to Obi-Wan, "Obi, are you hurt?"

Obi-Wan stretches his legs in front of him, "Not badly," he answered, "at least nothing a healing trance couldn't fix... if I could that is."

Xanatos surpressed a sigh and pulled himself up to rest against the damp wall beside Obi-Wan. The Jedi moved closer and rested his head on Xanatos' chest, he was breathing heavily against the thick heat that filled the room. Xanatos secured an arm around him and gently played his finger through his beloved's hair. His eyes narrowed as he heard the guard's muffled voices. No one hurt Obi-Wan and lived to tell of it.

They'll pay, he promised himself darkly, and I'll make sure their deaths are long and painful.

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Captain Pellaeon leaned back into his chair and knit his fingers together on the table. He had been there for thirty standard minutes, alone. The glowrods implaced around the small room hummed all but silently, keeping a steady rhythm with Pellaeon's breathing.

This room was Thrawn's favourite for conducting meetings, and as such was designed to impress. The ceiling was domed and made from transparasteel, allowing a view of stars in real space. Four floor-to-ceiling doric pillars stood in the corners of the room, and if one were to look closely at them, they would realize that they were made from a marble native to the planet Telos. The pillars were swirled in an earth brown against its white base. Long, twisting vines encircled them, and ran along edges where floor met wall, and wall met the transparasteel barrier before the dome. The walls themselves has several centimetres of a smooth, light blue ceramic overtop the usual white duracrete. The table, at which Pellaeon sat, was the central focus of the room, however. It was wide and long, and was made completely of Kashyyk forest-wood. In the dark table, hundreds upon hundreds of small intricate designs bore deep trenches into the strong wood. In the centre, an advanced holoprojector sat surrounded by another vine which looked as though it had grown from the table itself. Six black, Imperial- style chairs sat on either side of the table, with another at the head.

Captain Pellaeon sat at the second chair on the left side. He picked up his datapad and slid Thrawn's datacard into it.

The blastdoor in the rear of the room slid open to reveal Grand Admiral Thrawn, trailed by an entourage consisting of Moff Disra, a handful of red clad guards, and two young men. The guards ushered the two into the room and they sat across from Pellaeon. The Grand Admiral himself was situated at the head of the table. He nodded to the guards as they made their way out of the room.

The two men, Pellaeon noted, were in sharp contrast to one another. The taller of them was clad in a dark battle suit, he had black shoulder-length hair and a pale complexion. The other wore clothes reminiscent of the Jedi Order, his hair was cut in a peculiar manner, and his own eyes were a clouded blue.

The binders on their wrists clanked to the floor as Thrawn tapped a command into the remote comm he held. He then nodded for Moff Disra to sit beside Pellaeon. Once Disra was seated, Thrawn spoke, "Captain, these are the captives mentioned in your briefing. He turned a cynical eye toward them, "Xanatos DuCruet, and Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Xanatos felt Obi-Wan tense beside, and he grasped his hand reassuringly under the table.

Moff Disra spoke next, waving a hand to indicate the captives, "As you requested, Admiral Thrawn, my fleet has been searching for this Xanatos for some time now. In fact, many refused to believe he even existed. However, as you can see, he's very much alive, and here."

Captain Pellaeon looked curiously upon Obi-Wan before speaking, "That's all well and good, Your Excellency, but may I inquire as to this one?" He motioned toward the Jedi.

An amused grin played across Thrawn's lips as he noted the tone in captain's voice. He knew Pellaeon didn't much like Disra, and was always amused when the two were brought together.

Disra's calculating eyes scanned Pellaeon for a moment, "Yes Captain, you may," he bit out just polite enough to keep his status with the Grand Admiral, "He was found along the ridges of unknown space. We only knew of his existence because of his one," he nodded at Xanatos, "Mind-probes work wonders. And, I assumed that catching two, would be much better than catching one. Especially for our esteemed Grand Admiral's purposes."