A/N: Wow. It's been a long time. Sorry about that... I kinda forgot about
this. But I discovered half a chapter so I got it to a stopping point and
decided to post it, hopefully I'll keep writing... ;) I don't really like
what I did with the last chapter, I must've been in a dark mood that day.
Sigh. Anyways, happy reading ;)
Obi-Wan slipped down the corridors, merely a shadow to all who saw him. He was following Krayn as closely as he could. He needed to find his office, so he could look for some clue as to where Anakin was.
But try as he might to concentrate only on Anakin, he couldn't stop thinking about Siri. Yoda had told him to concentrate first on his Padawan; Siri was older, more experienced, and could take care of herself. But from what he'd seen, that was no longer the case.
Anakin, he said firmly to himself. Concentrate on him...
Looking up, he realized that his body had stopped moving. The tracking skills that were now second nature had told him Krayn had stopped. Looking around cautiously he saw he was outside the door of what appeared to be an office. It was in much nicer condition than the rest of this Sith-cursed place.
He only had to stand outside the door a few minutes longer, as Krayn stormed out soon after. He didn't even bother closing the door behind him. He is overconfident, Obi-Wan thought to himself. I can use that. Slipping into the room, he glanced quickly around. Piles of papers, heaped everywhere. A desk, several chairs. On the wall hung grisly souvenirs from his various slaves.
Taking a quick look at the papers on the desk, his attention was attracted to the top document.
Report. Guard #346582 Slave boy shows strange abilities. Flying objects, people, etc. Request inspection.
Obi-Wan's heart beat a little faster. "Flying objects" could only be caused by the Force. They must be talking about Anakin. Now he had somewhere to start.
He quickly scanned the room, searching for some sort of guard list. He found a map, showing each area of the mines and the guards stationed there. I'll give him one thing, he's very organized, Obi-Wan thought. How very kind of him...
He scanned the map until he found guard #346582. He noted the small area in his mind, tracing the paths to get there. Then his finger stopped, and began to tremble slightly. On the map, on the way to his padawans "room", was marked a room labeled "Zora".
Anakin... the voice murmered in his head, but he couldn't just ignore his old friend.
First get Anakin, then worry about Siri, he finally decided. A partial compromise.
He jumped as a siren sounded. Rushing outside, he saw slaves returning to their rooms. Day must be over. Good, I can get Anakin in a few hours.
Hearing a noise, he lept back into the shadows. Krayn came marching into view, stomping into the office. He opened a cabinet on the wall and pulled out a little statue of a dragon. It was blood red.
"So," he growled at it. "You still defy me, Zora, my little Jedi. I'll teach you not to do that... oh no, you'll soon regret that..." He walked out of the room, chuckling.
Obi-Wan slipped over to the cabinet and opened it, peering in at the collection of statues. All blood red... he'd heard of tokens that could link the owner to the person whose blood they contained, but never actually seen one. So Krayn had one with Siri's blood. That certainly had to be taken care of...
Anakin. Yes, Anakin, his ungrateful padawan. His life. Obi-Wan gave a little smile, then trotted out of the room toward his quarters.
R/R please! :D
Obi-Wan slipped down the corridors, merely a shadow to all who saw him. He was following Krayn as closely as he could. He needed to find his office, so he could look for some clue as to where Anakin was.
But try as he might to concentrate only on Anakin, he couldn't stop thinking about Siri. Yoda had told him to concentrate first on his Padawan; Siri was older, more experienced, and could take care of herself. But from what he'd seen, that was no longer the case.
Anakin, he said firmly to himself. Concentrate on him...
Looking up, he realized that his body had stopped moving. The tracking skills that were now second nature had told him Krayn had stopped. Looking around cautiously he saw he was outside the door of what appeared to be an office. It was in much nicer condition than the rest of this Sith-cursed place.
He only had to stand outside the door a few minutes longer, as Krayn stormed out soon after. He didn't even bother closing the door behind him. He is overconfident, Obi-Wan thought to himself. I can use that. Slipping into the room, he glanced quickly around. Piles of papers, heaped everywhere. A desk, several chairs. On the wall hung grisly souvenirs from his various slaves.
Taking a quick look at the papers on the desk, his attention was attracted to the top document.
Report. Guard #346582 Slave boy shows strange abilities. Flying objects, people, etc. Request inspection.
Obi-Wan's heart beat a little faster. "Flying objects" could only be caused by the Force. They must be talking about Anakin. Now he had somewhere to start.
He quickly scanned the room, searching for some sort of guard list. He found a map, showing each area of the mines and the guards stationed there. I'll give him one thing, he's very organized, Obi-Wan thought. How very kind of him...
He scanned the map until he found guard #346582. He noted the small area in his mind, tracing the paths to get there. Then his finger stopped, and began to tremble slightly. On the map, on the way to his padawans "room", was marked a room labeled "Zora".
Anakin... the voice murmered in his head, but he couldn't just ignore his old friend.
First get Anakin, then worry about Siri, he finally decided. A partial compromise.
He jumped as a siren sounded. Rushing outside, he saw slaves returning to their rooms. Day must be over. Good, I can get Anakin in a few hours.
Hearing a noise, he lept back into the shadows. Krayn came marching into view, stomping into the office. He opened a cabinet on the wall and pulled out a little statue of a dragon. It was blood red.
"So," he growled at it. "You still defy me, Zora, my little Jedi. I'll teach you not to do that... oh no, you'll soon regret that..." He walked out of the room, chuckling.
Obi-Wan slipped over to the cabinet and opened it, peering in at the collection of statues. All blood red... he'd heard of tokens that could link the owner to the person whose blood they contained, but never actually seen one. So Krayn had one with Siri's blood. That certainly had to be taken care of...
Anakin. Yes, Anakin, his ungrateful padawan. His life. Obi-Wan gave a little smile, then trotted out of the room toward his quarters.
R/R please! :D