Alright folks. Sorry it took me so long to get around to updating this. I will try to do better. I've set my sights on finishing up this fic now, and am planning to update weekly. So keep those fingers crossed!! :D

Zandra – Thanks!! I hope you like it! :D

K-rock – Sorry, life got busy and I'm still trying to play catch up. Hopefully, I won't fall so far behind again. I'm not bored with it, but I am a little disappointed with the turn it has taken. But I'm gonna stick with it and hope everything will work out in the end. ;) Oh, and as for Tschüxani, well, if you read the last chap of Iedos, MiraCyn drops a big hint. But just as a quick re-cap: she mentioned that names are given for a number of reasons, but what she was semi-reluctant to fully reveal was the one for "marriage." A name given to the one they love can only be used by the giver. And once a name is given, it is almost written in stone that they are betrothed or married in all intensive purposes except by official ceremony. During the official wedding ceremony, both parties speak the name they have chosen for their spouse, in a sense like a 'marking of territory.' There sometimes can be issues with this, for example, if one gives a name prior to the betrothal/wedding ceremony they are bound to that person no matter what. But if the person who was given the name does not return the gesture, than they are still free to find another. Once both parties have given a name to the other, they are essentially married. I may be talking in circles, so I apologize, but I hope you were able to discern something from it. ;)

Well, folks, here's another chap for you, and since I was so long between posts, I'm giving you an additional chapter today. YEAH!!! :D

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At first there was nothing but darkness and immeasurable pain, when she stirred from her nightmared slumber. Through the agony, she felt the gentle vibration of a motor, instantly she knew she was no longer in the Healer's wing. Confused by the pain-filled haze she now lived in, MysAri forced her eyes to open and take in her surroundings. Initially, she could not make out anything, as her tired weary eyes scanned the room. But ever so slowly, her vision cleared.

She was stretched across a couple of seats set along the wall of the tiny craft. The size and amenities of the meek vessel told her that their journey would not take long, but why and where were still a mystery to her. Trying to sift through her disorientation, MysAri recalled her conversation with Obi-Wan in the Healers. She had told him to leave, to allow her to die in peace. It distressed her still to have driven him away, but that was the only thing she could think of to do. The thought of causing him pain when she did pass into the Force was too much for her to bear. He had lingered for a moment before retreating quietly, and her heart broke. Deep in her misery, she scarcely felt a dark tremor before blacking out and waking up to this.

Obviously, it was not the Jedi who had removed her from the medical ward, so who had stolen her away? And to what purpose? She could not discern the reasoning to take an ailing, more likely dying, Jedi when there were so many others within the Temple. As if to answer her question a face came into view. A stern looking woman with a bald head and plastoid armour glowered at her. Curtly, she announced, "She's awake," before leaving MysAri's field of vision.

After a few tense moments, another woman came into view, smiling. MysAri did not like the kindly gesture that graced the woman's features, it seemed more sinister than friendly. The woman was dressed in a simple overall outfit and her greying blond hair had been wrapped up into a bun. Clear blue eyes mocked MysAri as she stared up in silence. MysAri tried to speak and ask what they wanted from her, but found she couldn't. The infirmity that had attacked her tendons managed to work it's way through her body and she now found her jaw was closed. Examining herself further, she learned that she could not move at all. Her body was a cramped mass of pain that allowed no reprieve. Panic ran through her as she realized how important the continual line of relaxants had been. The pain and terror were starting to over power her. It must have been evident in her eyes, because she heard the woman speak.

"It will get worse, unless your friend shows up. You only have a few hours before your tendons and ligaments will snap!" Punctuating the statement with the gesture. The smile broadened at the remark, and MysAri had to fight the anger that grew within her. "Let's hope Jedi are as smart as they boast." Moving away the woman let out a short laugh. MysAri could do nothing but stare at the cold metal that surrounded her. The mounting agony of her strained body soon became too much for her to block out and she drifted off into the night.

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Raw emotion and pain forced Bant from her slumber. Trying to push past the haziness of her mind, she lay in her bed. Something had awoken her but it did not reveal itself so readily. Breathing deeply, she tried to call on the Force to determine the cause. When that did nothing, the Calamarian rose from her bed, she often found that a quick walk would ease her. Collecting a robe, she headed out of her room. Her apartment was in the back corner of the Healing Ward, since she needed to be on hand at a moment's notice. Steadily she made her way through the empty halls, she didn't realize her lazy pace steadily sped up. At last the Force called out to her, warning her that everything was not right in the Temple. Running now, she ran through the Labyrinth toward the source of the warning. Just as she entered the hall, an agonized cry echoed through the infirmary. Her heart skipped a beat, as she knew something had already happened.

Entering the room, she found her friend on his knees caught up in a state of shock and misery. When she looked up she also found that the woman that had occupied this particular chamber was no longer resting on the bed. Suddenly she knew what the Force had been trying to say; that her charge had been taken. Now the only question was who? But that would have to wait a few moments as she had to help her friend. Slowly, she knelt down beside the Knight and slid an arm around his shoulders to comfort Obi-Wan.

Anakin woke when he heard his Master's mental cry. Instantly he was out of his sleepcouch and dashing through the halls to find his Master. He did not have to search very hard, as he knew where his Master would be. As he entered the small room he did not expect to find the bed empty. Next to his Master was Bant, and for that he was grateful. He knew that if there was anyone his Master could confide in, it was her. Although he still wished he could get Obi-Wan to open up to him. Instead he walked up to his Master and dropped down on the other side.

For some time, the trio sat in silence as Obi-Wan was absorbed by his self-condemnation. Obi-Wan knew he should not have left her and was still unsure as to what made him go. Deep down he knew MysAri did not want to cause him anymore grief, but he could not grant her wish of dying alone. He could not do that to her, nor was he willing to let it happen. But now everything had changed. He had left her and now she was gone. He had failed her again and that knowledge slowly ate away at his soul.

Anakin could no longer tolerate the resounding reticence, yet could not bring his voice to its full volume. So quietly, he asked, "Master? What happened?" Bant shot him a glance that told him he should not have raised the question yet. She knew Obi-Wan needed time to sort through his feelings. Anakin flinched at the condoning glance of the Master Healer and quickly silenced himself.

Obi-Wan struggled to calm his frayed nerves in order to speak. He heard Bant's gentle tones, "It's alright Obi, take your time." His mind buzzed, Time? We don't have much time. She's dying.

"I left her and now she's gone," he stated simply, getting out the facts. "She asked me to leave and I did."

Shocked by the confession, Anakin stood and walked toward the bed. He could not imagine his master walking out on her, no matter what she said. His own mind raced with the consequences of these actions. His Master continued to ramble, "She was dying and I just walked out on her." Anakin didn't know why the empty bed fascinated him so, but he remained staring at it.

"You did what she asked. This isn't your fault," Bant tried to soothe.

Obi-Wan lost his battle with his emotion as the rage crested within him. A fist slammed into the hard floor and startled the other occupants. "This was always my fault. If not for me she would never have been involved. Their revenge was meant for me, she merely stumbled into harm's way. Now she will pay for my actions." Tears and anger welled up inside of him. Bant could do nothing to ease her troubled friend, and Anakin still examined the vacant mattress.

"Obi-Wan, you must calm yourself. We need to figure out who has taken MysAri and find her. Your anger will not get us there any faster." Hoping the severity in her tone would snap the man from his loss of control, Bant placed the issue that needed addressing into the dutiful Knight's mind.

Deciding that his emotions needed to be stabled in order to find MysAri, he heeded Bant's advice. The Knight within him took over. "We need to figure out who has taken her and where. I have a good suspicion who it was, but I need to be certain."

"If they have taken her off the relaxants, then I would estimate she has about 18 hours before," the Healer paused as she looked directly at her friend. "Before her body caves in on itself." She didn't have to explain that any further since she knew he had gotten the point.

Anakin had vaguely been listening to their conversation as he stepped even closer to the rumpled medbed. Just as he was about to finally turn away to look at his master, something caught his eyes. Slowly he reached down and pulled out a thin tube from some folds in the sheets. It's diameter was no thicker than a quarter inch. It's length about 4 inches long and rested comfortably in Anakin's palm.

"What's that there, Padawan?" From behind Anakin, Obi-Wan's voice sounded gruff. He turned slightly to look up at the taller man.

"It's a tube, Master. I found it on MysAri's bed. I think it might be a message," intoned the curious youth.

Obi-Wan strode up to the apprentice quickly and said, "Let me see it." Anakin obediently handed the small cylinder over. Examining it for a moment, Obi-Wan touched one of the ends. At the prompt, the end flipped open and Obi-Wan glanced inside. Searching with his finger he managed to pull out a tiny flimsy. Carefully, he unrolled it to find what he suspected; a message from the abductor. Silently he read, Let's see how well Jedi memory retains. Go to the place the wind the night does tame. – Reesa On. Stiffening visibly, he did not bother to turn to his apprentice. Instead he commanded, "Get dressed, we're leaving."

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