Obi-wan must teach an abused padawan to trust him
AU: Pre clone war Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master, there is no Anakin, and Qui-Gon is dead
Rating: R for sexual content and mention of child molestation
Disclaimer: Naovi Redsun and Dal Bantalian are my creations. Everyone else belongs to George Lucas
Chapter 2
Pain filled his head as Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes. He lifted his head enough to see that he was no longer on the ship. Stonewalls surrounded him. Pushing aside the dizziness he slowly got to his feet. With alarm, he realized that Naovi was not with him. Reaching out through the Force he attempted to locate his Padawan.
"Greetings," a voice hissed from behind him. He turned to see a large creature walk through the wall. The creature had a very large head out of which his arms and legs stuck. He was covered in dark fur except for his face. His eyes were large and his mouth full of razor sharp teeth."
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan asked the creature.
"I am Ik'ham, leader of the Imatari. Who are you?"
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight."
"Well, Jedi Knight, you are guilty of trespassing on my planet."
"I was not trespassing. My padawan learner and I were sent by the Jedi Council on Coruscant to aid in the settlement of the land disputes between the Imatari and the Naongori. When we identified ourselves your soldiers fired upon our ship."
"The land disputes were settled five years ago. The Naongori were almost completely wiped out and those that remain have been exiled. In the last ten years they have sent many spies to try and find a weakness in the Imatari's defenses."
"We are not spies. The Jedi Council sent us. If the disputes ended five years ago we were not aware of it."
"Well, I'm afraid I cannot take you at your word. So alternative measures must be taken." The Imatari made a sound and the door to Obi-Wan's cell opened. Two more Imatari came in. They seized him by the arms and dragged him to the back wall. His arms were chained to the wall and his feet locked together.
"Torturing me will do you no good," Obi-Wan said. "I have told you the truth."
"We shall see," Ik'ham said. Obi-Wan's heart clenched as Naovi was dragged into his cell. His padawan looked terrible. Her tunic and trousers were torn and her cloak was missing. Her hair had come loose from her braid and was in a mess around her head. A large gash cut across her cheek almost to her ear. There were several bruises on her neck and around her eyes. Obi-Wan wondered how many of her injuries were from the crash and how many from the Imatari.
"Are you all right, Naovi?" he asked her.
"I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth. Reaching out to her he tried to send her comfort and draw some of her pain away.
"Since we are not convinced you speak the truth, and since torturing you will do us no good," Ik'ham said, "we are forced to use other methods of persuasion." A long table with straps on it was brought into the room. Obi-Wan's heart dropped into his stomach as he realized what they had in mind.
"I have told you the truth," he pleaded with them as Naovi was strapped to the table.
"Perhaps." Obi-Wan cringed as he felt Naovi's fear. He tried to send her comfort but it was a fruitless measure. Naovi's screams echoed through the room as a whip cracked across Naovi's flesh.
"Leave her alone damn you!" Obi-Wan shouted.
"Tell us the truth!" Ik'ham demanded. "Who are you!" "I've told you the truth. Leave her alone I beg you." Ik'ham said something in his own language to the guard who held the whip. Obi-Wan sighed with relief as the guard released the whip. His relief was short lived, however. It was all Obi-Wan could do to keep from retching as he watched the guard ripped Naovi's clothes from her body. Her pain and fear overwhelmed him as the guard ravaged her. Obi-Wan forced himself to be calm and let the force flow through him. He couldn't let his anger control him. Naovi gritted her teeth against the attack and Obi-Wan could feel her concentrating on anything but what was happening to her. When the guard had finished his assault Ik'ham spoke in his language. Naovi was unstrapped from the table and flung to the floor. She lay still as if dead. The guards came forward and unchained him.
"Now we will discuss among ourselves whether to believe your story or to continue this torture." The Imatari left them then. The moment the door had closed behind them Obi-Wan rushed to his broken padawan.
"Don't touch me!" Naovi screamed backing away from him. She retreated to a corner of the room and curled up trying to hide her naked body. Obi-Wan was torn. He wanted to comfort his padawan but his very presence seemed only to frighten her more. He took a step back so as to give her space. It was only then that he was able to see the damage that had been done to her. Large gashes covered her legs, belly, arms, breasts, and back. There was a large bruise on either of her hips where the Imatari had held her as he forced himself into her. He saw other marks on her that he'd never seen before. Old scars from where Bantalian had beaten her. He stretched through the force, pushing down the anger he felt at the Jedi turned Sith. He winced as he saw the blood on Naovi's thighs. They had to get out of here. Naovi needed healing and his skills were far too limited. He took a step toward her but stopped when he saw the fear in her eyes.
"I am so sorry Naovi," he said his heart aching. "I tried to tell them but they would not believe me." Naovi looked at him with pain filled eyes. He removed his robe and handed it to her. After a moment Naovi took it and wrapped it around her naked body.
"It was not your fault Obi-Wan, they would have done it anyway, whether they believed you or not."
"We've got to get out of here and get you medical attention." "I'll be fine," she said her spine stiffening. Obi-Wan could feel her defenses go up. "But you're right. We do need to get out of here. But I don't know how. They've got our lightsabers. And they don't respond to mind control." Obi-Wan mentally slapped himself over the head. Why hadn't he tried mind control to convince the Imatari that he was speaking the truth. In his worry over Naovi it had completely slipped his mind. But as Naovi said it wouldn't have worked anyway.
"We'll figure something out."
It was twelve days before they heard from the Imatari. Between the two of them they had tried everything possible to escape. They tried using the Force to weaken the walls, open the doors, disable the guard who brought them food and water, but it was all in vain. Obi-Wan was worried about Naovi. She was obviously becoming ill. Her face was pale, her hands shook and she was sweating though their cell was freezing. There was much he could do to help her but she would not let him get close enough. She still kept her distance from him as much as possible in their tight quarters. Everytime he touched her, purposely or not, she tensed up and backed away. He looked at her now where she sat against the stone wall. She had his cloak wrapped tightly around her. Her head was bowed and she was shivering and sweating. He slowly approached her. She did not react as he came closer and closer. He knelt before her and placed a hand against her forehead. She was burning with fever. She turned to look at him her eyes vacant. Obi-Wan turned as the door opened. He moved in front of Naovi, shielding her from the Imatari that entered. If they planned to hurt her again it would be over his dead body. Ik'ham came forward.
"After much consideration we have decided to believe your story, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You and your companion will be taken to your ship and allowed to leave the planet. Kl'akh, D'iml, escort Master Kenobi and his companion to their ship. Once there give them back their weapons." And that was that. Obi-Wan gathered Naovi in his arms and followed the Imatari to the ship. He got Naovi on board and surveyed the damage. It appeared that the Imatari had repaired it after blasting it out of orbit. He started up the engines. The Imatari handed him their lightsabers and told him to get gone. Obi-Wan had never flown a ship off a planet so fast. Once he set the course for Coruscant and jumped to hyperspace he turned his attention to Naovi. His padawan lay on the narrow bunk, unconscious. Though he disliked the idea of examining her while she was unconscious he knew it had to be done and she would never let him touch her if she was awake. He knelt at her side and gently opened the robe. Most of the gashes were starting to heal as were the bruises on her hips. Most likely her fever was caused by an infection from the Imatari that had violated her. After washing his filthy hands he filled a basin with warm soapy water and brought it to Naovi. He washed her face and neck with a cloth then her arms and her hands. His hands shook a bit as he ran the cloth over her breasts and belly. Then he washed her feet and legs. Finally there was nothing left to do. Swallowing hard he spread Naovi's legs. She whimpered in her sleep and Obi-Wan tried to send her comfort. He did not have the right equipment to examine her properly but at least he would be able to tell if she had an infection. Gently he opened her with his fingers, trying to control the way his body was reacting to touching his padawan in this intimate way. He told himself that it was only clinical. He winced as he saw that she had indeed been torn. The skin was raw and blistered, signs of infection. He sighed, there wasn't anything he could do for her with his limited supplies. He gently stripped off the robe that she wore and covered her with blankets. He had to keep her warm, he knew that much. He sat by her side while she slept.
"My dear padawan," he thought, "so much pain you have suffered." He stroked her hair lightly. Somehow the scrawny fourteen-year old with braids was how he had always seen her. Until now. With her face peaceful and free of turmoil he had to admit his padawan was a beautiful woman. He sighed, he had to stop this. Jedi were forbidden to have such feelings, especially for their padawans. Unable to stop himself he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"NO!" Obi-Wan was startled out of his slumber by Naovi's scream. A quick look and he realized she was having a nightmare.
"No, please no," Naovi whimpered.
"Shh," Obi-Wan said holding her tightly against him. "It's all right Naovi. Nothing will hurt you."
"Please Master," Naovi whimpered in her sleep. "Don't hurt me again." Obi-Wan blanched. She was dreaming about Bantalian. No doubt the Imatari's abuse had brought back painful memories.
"It's all right," Obi-Wan said. "He won't hurt you again."
"Please," Naovi moaned, "I won't be bad anymore. No, don't make me. Not again. I can't." Obi-Wan was disturbed by the change in her words. He leaned his head against hers and slowly probed into her mind. He felt guilty about doing this to his padawan but he had to know. He probed deeper into the very back of her mind where she kept the most painful memories stored. Deeper and deeper until he was in the place that she had blocked for so long. Horrifying images filled him. When he had seen all there was he broke the connection. Naovi slept quietly now and he laid her back on the bed.
"My poor padawan," he whispered with tears in his eyes.