The village was small, and surrounded by a twenty ft wall, that was tipped with sharp edges and barbed wire, nothing about this place seemed friendly, or welcoming, and Obi-Wan grew more and more worried about their predicament the further they went. Anakin was struggling badly now, his breathing was becoming ragged, his step faltered frequently, and the guard behind him seldom spared him if at all, if he slowed as much as a heartbeat he'd be met with a merciless thump in the spine with the blunted spear. Obi-Wan desperately wanted to offer some words of encouragement to his failing apprentice, but what could he say, when his own feelings of optimism were being diminished with every step, his own grip on the force was failing, for a reason he could not explain, he was left feeling weak, tired, and pathetically vulnerable, their lightsabers were gone, the encampment was heavily guarded, and no matter what they did, the planet's inhabitants always appeared to be one step ahead, how could they have missed it, a whole pack of humans had walked up behind them, and they had not noticed. Something had gone very much awry, and Obi-Wan very much wanted to find out what, but as he looked about himself, and saw the angry glares from windows, and through door frames, felt the threatening jabs from the guard's spear, felt himself once more forced to his knees, he began to seriously doubt the possibility of anything happening soon. Anakin was pushed down beside him, they padawan doubled over, and seemed to be struggling for air, Obi-Wan reached out through the force, and sent it to Anakin like a warm comforting wave, it was hard, it took what little strength Obi-Wan had remaining out of him, and he felt the force slip away from him once more as it had been doing throughout the day, but his pad wan seemed to visibly relax, his breathing eased, and his muscles loosened slightly, he tried to kneel up straighter, and flashed his master a grateful look. A sharp cuff was planted on the back of the boy's head.
"Eyes front Jedi." Obi-Wan felt the anger bubbling over inside Anakin, and for once didn't blame him, the pair had had their fair share of dodgy situations, but this was beginning to get purely ridiculous. They were kneeling before a small stand, where the tribe's leader sat regally on a large fur covered chair, two guards stood to attention wither side of him, and a guard stood behind Anakin and Obi-Wan, constantly jabbing them with their spears to keep them alert. Or so they were told.
"I believe we have the right to know why I and my apprentice are being held." The tribe's leader studied Obi-Wan momentarily, before looking around at the people who had gathered to watch whatever was about to take place, after his gaze had swept every one of them, he burst out into a loud and raucous laughter, he was joined by his guards, and eventually the whole group, Obi-Wan found this type of propaganda oddly amusing.
"You're in no position to be naming rights Jedi." The leader rebuked.
"I don't appear to be in much position to do much do I." The leader laughed again.
"Tell me your names Jedi, I like to be on a," He paused, a smug grin crossed his lips. "personal level with my prisoners."
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my Apprentice, Anakin Skywalker."
"Well Kenobi, Skywalker, I am Chief D'agri, Chieftain of this tribe, and you, are my prisoners."
"Right, because that was rather unclear to begin with." Obi-Wan shot Anakin a warning glance, and the Chieftain's cocky grin turned steadily into an angered frown.
"The boy has a big mouth on him Kenobi, that could land him in some, 'unpleasant' troubles." He's threatening him, Obi-Wan realized.
"After all those rules and guidelines you Jedi follow, I'd have thought you'd have taught him some manners."
"He learns what I teach him." Obi-Wan stated proudly, Anakin couldn't help but laugh, it was just the sort of thing his master would say, not exactly positive, but not negative either, that was Obi-Wan, ever the diplomat. D'agri waved his hand dismissively, and turned away as if bored with his prisoners.
"Take them away, we'll have words later." Before he could brae himself, Obi-Wan was hauled roughly by his bound, and raw wrists, to his feet, and he was lead towards a large tent-like structure on the far side of the camp, Anakin was pulled the other way. He watched helplessly as his Padawan was pulled through the doorway and into a separate tent. He only hoped the boy had enough sense to remain calm, and steady, and that they'd have to wait for an opportune moment. He was immediately plunged into shadow as he was pushed into the tent, he blinked as he tried to let his eyes adjust, but he was thrust forward, and once more pushed down to the ground, they turned him around so his back was to the centre pole that held up the tent, his wrists were retied, and he couldn't help but yelp as the ropes cut deeper into his already bleeding wrists, another rope was also lashed around the pole and noosed around his neck, loosely, but enough to keep him relatively immobile. After he was firmly tied up, the Guards turned and left him quite alone in what was to be his prison. The sun was setting, and the ground grew colder. The village was out in a vast clearing away from the densely covered Jungle, so there was no protection of the trees from the cold, the sweat had frozen to his body and he was taken with severe shivers. Anakin, what about Anakin, he'd been worse off than himself, what was happening to him, he searched the force for any signs from his padawan, he was met with cold, fear, and pain, the severity of these feelings from his padawan shocked him, and disturbed him greatly, he closed his eyes, letting himself slip into a medetive state, trying to use the force to send a message to Anakin.
'Stay strong Anakin we'll get out of this, we've gotten out of worse before. Relax, use the force."
His eyes opened, his mind clouded with confusion, why was it so hard to tap into the force all of a sudden? What was happening to them? Both Obi-Wan's body and mind yearned for sleep, it was a calling he seldom obeyed, or seldom had time to obey, but for once, his exhaustion won out over the physical and mental pain, and he let the comfort of darkness consume him.
