The stead beep of the EKG, broke the silence. But the young Jedi, next to the bed, was relieved of it. It told him, that his master was still alive. And he didn't wish anything more in the galaxy, as that it remind like that. Missions like this, always showed him, that even such a strong Jedi, like his master, wasn't deathlessly. And this knowledge, was like thousand stabs in his chest.

"Jedi Kenobi?", a voice sounds from behind him. Obi-Wan was surprised, that he hadn't heard the security man come in.

After a short hesitate, he stood up and went over to the man. "Any news?", he asked quiet.

"We got her. She was brought in one of the hospital underground rooms."

"Can I see her?"

"Follow me."



~*~

"Your crime is unforgivably. You will atone for this."

Danielle kneeled on the colt Hangar floor. Her eyes, filled with unshed tears, looked up to Obi-Wan. She tightly clasped the ring, Obi-Wan had given to her, before they had leaved for the mission. This for you. If you get in trouble, it will tell you, your not alone. I am with you.



"You are no longer a member of the classified association. Now, you belong to Chan. The slaver."

She tried unavailing to stop the shiver, which passed through her entire body.

"What's about that ring?", a man next to Obi-Wan asked.

"Give me the ring," Obi-Wan demanded.

Danielle looked pleadingly at him. Tears he could not control were sliding down her face. "I didn't do it." There was so much hurt in her voice. And Obi-Wan could not hold her eyes, could not face the pain in them.

"Give me the ring," he demanded, his voice thick.

Slowly she reached out and placed the ring in his hand.

As her fingers touched his palm, his heart cracked.

He couldn't do this. But there was no other way. How could it got so far?

The security man was supposed to bring him to Danielle. But as they reached the underground rooms of the hospital…

A tingle in the back of his head, made him uneasily. Something wasn't right. But he didn't know what.

The door to the room opened with a rusty whoosh, revealed the sight of an hooded figure, quietly cowering in a corner.

"Danielle?", he asked silently. But he got no answer. He went to her and kneeled beside her. "Danielle?", he tried again. As there was still not yet an answer and he wanted to pull the hood of, a warning of the force, hit him so intensively, he wobbled backward. The figure stood, threw the hood back and aimed a blaster on him. "Incorrect guess, little one;" a deep voice rang from the giant man. "Don't do any stupid. Danielle is in out power. And now your master, too."

Shock passed through him. *No*, was the only thing the young Jedi could think of. *No*

"Stand up!", Chan ordered. As she didn't react, two guard pulled Danielle to her feet.

Crudely they dragged her to the ship.

"Get the droid out her!", Chan ordered.

One of the guards ran inside the ship und after a short time, came back down the ramp with an droid.

"Give me your arm!", he yelled at Danielle. She looked at him distrustful. He griped her arm roughly an fastened it with a thong to the massive droid.

Chan punched a few buttons and the droid reached out with a mechanically arm. Out of the vertex came a laser beam and aimed at the soft skin of the arm.

For a brief moment, Danielle's screams filled the silent, until she composed herself. It took all her strength to keep the screams back.



He couldn't watch this any longer. She didn't deserve that. She simply didn't deserve that. Obi-Wan started to ran towards her, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't do this, if I were you! Or do you want to be responsible for the dead of your master?"

Obi-Wan took a step back and shook the hand of his shoulder.

"What's that all for? Isn't it enough for you, that she's a slave now? Why did you force me to do that?"

"Because slaves are much more manageable it they have no hope. And more manageable slaves means more money."



As Chan removed the thong and with that her only support, she dropped sobbing to her knees. "Please. Oh, god. I didn't do this." She begged, tightly clasping her cross. "Please help me god, I really didn't do this."

"What's that?", Chan yelled. Roughly he shoved her hand aside. "What's that dung?"

He gripped the cross and yanked it from her neck.

"No, please. Not that," she begged desperately. But Chan only laughed mischievously and threw the cross to the hangar floor.

"You don't need this anymore!"



Obi-Wan watched helplessly, as they dragged her into the ship. The ship drafted and flew out of sight.