Obi-Wan was only vaguely aware that he was being lead through a dim hallway. He didn't remember leaving the ship, nor entering any building at all. He recalled hitting a wall a few minutes before, which seemed to have been what snapped him out of his stupor. He shook his head to clear it, though the attempt was futile. Whatever he had been given seemed to linger in his veins.
One of the guards glanced at him and smiled. "Hey, I think he's coming out of it."
The other guard laughed. "Yeah. He's coming down." They laughed, then continued dragging the Padawan down the hall. They suddenly turned and kicked a door open, roughly shoving Obi-Wan inside before slamming it shut.
Obi-Wan hit the cold floor with a thud, getting the air knocked out of his lungs. This seemed to bring him a little further out of his stupor, but he still could not completely clear his head. He managed to stand up, leaning against a wall for support. Then the world around him began to spin and he threw up what little he had in his stomach.
At that moment the door opened, and a man walked in to see the young Jedi trying to catch his breath. The man looked down at the mess and shook his head. "Why do so many of them do that?" he asked himself as he stepped further into the room, flanked by two large men.
Obi-Wan looked up at him slowly, trying to make out a face. The man smiled. "Not bad, considering what I paid for him." He turned to another man and was handed a datapad. "Now, if you are able to answer my questions, do so. Disobedience will not be tolerated. Now, what is your name? For my records."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. "Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said, coughing violently afterwards.
The man nodded. "You are how old?"
"Twenty standard years."
The man nodded again, his smiled widening slightly. "Good. Feeling any better? No? Yes? A little?"
Obi-Wan looked up at him, able to clearly see his face for the first time. He was an older man, with speckled gray hair and a distinguished looking face. "What did you do to me?"
"I'll ask the questions here. But I will answer that, since it has a great deal to do with your future, if that's what you can call it. We gave you a concentrated and specialized dosage of the spice Metacanosol." He grinned. "Yeah, we drugged you up. But no matter, it's designed to...how should I put it...escape. All of my slaves get it. It's what keeps you from running away."
The man began to pace around the room, looking up at Obi-Wan every once in a while. "Some men are known to use an explosive transmitter. But I think a dead slave is no use to me. You can always recapture them. I use drugs. Get them addicted, so that they can barely function without it, and they'll stay put. And I can guarantee that they'll never find this drug anywhere else."
Obi-Wan shook his head. "I don't use spices. How can I get addicted?"
The man laughed. "You don't have to already be on spice to get addicted here, silly boy. For a few days we'll give you a dose. After that, you'll be more than happy to do a day's worth of hard work just to get your daily fix." He laughed again and nodded to the larger men. They stepped forward and each grasped one of Obi-Wan's arms. "Send him to Quad CF2. Rough him up a little and shoot him up." The men nodded, then drug Obi-Wan out of the small room.
Obi-Wan gave up struggled rather quickly, knowing that it would only get him a hard cuff in the face it he did anything. He simply hung his head as his feet drug the floor, calling on the Force to keep him strong. The men put him in a small hovercraft and put servocuffs on his hands, binding them to the railing of the hovercraft itself.
One of the men smiled vindictively and waved as the hovercraft began to rise seemingly on its own accord. It took Obi-Wan up to a higher platform, where another man was waiting for him. This man roughly grabbed the short chain between servocuffs and pulled Obi-Wan after him. He approached a door, opened it, then shoved the Jedi in.
Unable to keep his balance without his hands, Obi-Wan once again found his face on the floor. He groaned and tried to pick himself up, but a rough kick to the kidneys had him back on the ground, gasping for breath. He looked up and saw yet another man standing over him, grinning.
His Jedi training finally kicking in, Obi-Wan swirled around on his back and scissored the man's legs, causing him to crumple to the ground. The man lay there for a moment, then looked back up at the Jedi with a look of rage. A splitting pain suddenly erupted in Obi-Wan's head, but the man in front of him hadn't moved. Instead, the backup man had used his boot to kick the back of his head.
Obi-Wan once again met the floor, smashing his nose harshly against it. He could feel the warm blood pouring down his face, and it only seemed to egg on his attackers.