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Title: Obi-Wan's Slave
Rating: R

Timeframe: Six years before TPM, Obi-Wan is 20 and Siri is 18.

Author: Peggy Schultz aka masterobiwankenobi
Summary: While on his first solo mission Obi-Wan Kenobi finds an amnesia stricken Siri Tachi on a slaver's ship and buys her.

Warning: Possible mention of rape in future chapters.
Email: www.ajourneythrough. Note: Thanks to baw61983 for the beta. ;)

Obi-Wan's Slave
Prologue

She could hear voices; they gradually grew louder as footfalls reverberated off the metal floor of the corridor. With each step the voices grew louder until she could finally make out the words. She could only hope that they passed by her cell. Papriat, her current owner, had assured her that a slave like her would not be stuck in a cell for very long; the disgusting humanoid man told her that he wouldn't be surprised if she was sold within the first few minutes of the auction tomorrow. He had also hinted at the possibility that she might be sold to one of the prospective clients who were coming to look over the slaves before the auction.

"So Ben," she immediately recognized Papriat's deep baritone. "You look awfully young. Have you ever bought a slave before?"

"I am old enough to handle a slave, if that's what you're wondering" an unfamiliar voice spoke. The voice had an accent unlike any she had heard before, a sexy accent. She leaned forward on the bunk that she sat on hoping to get a good look at the man. The voice was definitely male and young sounding unlike her previous owner, an old man, who was about fifty standard years-old. She had hated him; he was cruel and stupid. She had escaped several times, although the island his home was located on made it impossible for her to get very far before his guards found her and dragged her back.

"I did not mean it that way sir, I assure you," Papriat said. "I spoke with your father about an hour before your arrival. I have great respect for your father, his reputation is well known throughout the Outer Rim."

"But?" the accented voice questioned even louder now.

"I usually do not receive transmissions from the parents of my clients, is all. Your father told me that I should take good care of you and that you…" Papriat trailed off.

"What else did my father say?"

"Just that you are very picky and have already viewed hundreds of slaves without finding one that you want. I can assure you though, I have a large number of quality slaves here; they are very well maintained."

As they came into view the man with the accent stopped, his back facing her. "My father treats me like a child, although I've been running the family business better than him since I was sixteen. I've more than earned my right to carefully choose the perfect slave for me, even if it takes years to do so." The man wore expensive looking clothing and a strange looking hat. The young slave girl could not help but wonder why he wore such a strange hat.

"Yes, that is very true. You are certainly entitled to pick out which ever slave you want." Papriat nodded his agreement emphatically and glanced in her direction. "Are you sure that you are only interested in the male slaves? I have some wonderful female slaves, like Azalyn behind you."

The young man turned around while saying, "I am not looking for a…" he stopped talking after he looked at her. He stared at her with wide eyes and she could have sworn she saw recognition spark in his eyes before he whispered, "Siri."